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Rhonda Kurz
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Favorite Quote:
�It stands six foot odd high,� replied Sir Andrew quietly, �and hath name Percy Blakeney.� SP Ch 23.
Birthday:
February 19, 1765
Character's Full name:
Sir Percy Blakeney, Baronet
Occupation:
lord of leisure
Physical Description:
In excess of six foot tall, broad of shoulder and well build over all. I�d say he has great pecs and a gorgeous tush, but I don�t suppose anyone cares. For some reason Orczy insists he has small, delicate hands, which bugs me no end, but if that�s it � c�est la vie. The man is typically handsome, but not in an outstanding way. Lazy, baby blues, heavy lids, a sweep of golden lashes. I see him with the kind of complexion that freckles in the sun. I�ll bet he has a slow-to-appear smile that takes a girl�s breath away when it arrives. Nice teeth. Square chin � a sure sign of stubbornness. Blonde hair that falls heavy and flat on the scalp, curling around the base of the skull so that, worn long, the queue is undisciplined wiry curls. And what else would you like to know?
Friendships/Relationships:
wife: tempestuous actress Marguerite Saint-Just
Sir Andrew Ffoulkes
a list of 19 other lords and leaguers, some named, others not in the novels. Uh, MacKenzie is for real, so is Hastings. It depends on which book you read who is there beyond these regulars. And Dewhurst, who is described elsewhere.
Personal History:
Born of British parents, young Blakeney was raised in gypsy fashion.
His father, Sir Algernon Blakeney was a confirmed bachelor, reserved and shy in social situations. He was a bird-watcher, stamp-collector and more interested in investing his fortune than dancing attendance on young debs. In his 40th year, visiting his brother, Percival, he was entranced by a wild young girl, Lady Catherine Dewhurst, middle daughter of the Duke of Exeter.
Lady Catherine, aged 20, was a known hellion. A free-spirit, more likely to be found riding bareback than practicing her quadrilles or her clavichord, she boldly marched over to Sir Algernon and perched in his lap after supper. "You will marry me, or I will die of it," she told him and he did. The Duke of Exeter would never have agreed to such a low marriage for a daughter of his, save that no one else would have wild, unbiddable Catherine and he was glad to wash his hands of her.
The only child of this union, a love-match in an age when such things did not exist, was a fascinating composite of the two personalities. Level-headed, yet impulsive. Regimented, yet spontaneous. Cautious and daring. He inherited his mother's love of music and her good voice as well as his father's love of nature and the need to accumulate treasures.
Blakeney was raised in France, Italy, and India. He visited a dozen other countries besides and learned to speak idiomatic French and Italian, proper as well as a few dialects. His classical education was largely ignored - a very Rousseau-ian upbringing! He was responsible for the care of his own cats, dogs, birds and horse from the age of four.
His mother, affected by post-partum depression, sank into severe melancholia. In Britain they were not tolerant of madness in any form and, Sir Algernon took his family away rather than risk losing his beloved Catherine. She was cared for by nurses until her death when Blakeney was twelve. After her death, his father turned even more to his businesses, ignoring his son.
On one of the trips to India, Daniel Frank was acquired, a lost Englishman in Bombay. He'd been in the service of a Captain of the Dragoons stationed in Calcutta and was returning to England after his master's death. Sir Algernon hired Frank as his valet, a job that seemed to include watching after his son.
Blakeney returned to England at the age of nineteen, after burying his father in Lyons, opened the long-shuttered Blakeney Manor, and took himself off to discover his family connections. The Duke of Exeter, one of the premier lords of the land, has a large brood of children from two wives, including the irrepressible young Lord Tony who is about four years younger than his cousin. Tony is Percy's greatest ally, but their personalities occasionally clash. The two of them share an abiding friendship for Sir Andrew Ffoulkes - age mate of Tony's. Percy would say that Andrew is his dearest friend.
Character's connection to the League:
Sir Percy is the leader of the pack.
the Revolution:
an enemy of the revolution
The Pivotal Questions:
What is your favorite word?
hazard
What is your least favorite word?
injustice
What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
All the world has a natural order and seeing the natural order restored and followed.
What turns you off?
Anarchy and despotism
What is your favorite curse word?
Sacre tonnere
What sound or noise do you love?
The rasp of silk stockings as a foot slides out of kid leather shoes
What sound or noise do you hate?
Ka-thunk - the blade of the gilloutine
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Perhaps explorer, Captain Cook style, circumnavigating the globe.
What profession would you not like to do?
Keeper for the Committee of Public Safety
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Ah, Sir Percy, we have your horse saddled, and waiting.
