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Post by Torrin on Jan 17, 2012 17:24:22 GMT -5
Torrin probably shouldn’t be paying that much attention to Robyn’s tongue as it definitely wasn’t appropriate but if she was going to show it and then what was he supposed to do? He was a very easily distracted young man (except when he was performing, of course), so it wasn’t his fault if said tongue caught his attention. He was fairly sure that was its purpose anyway, in which case Robyn (because no doubtedly she’d notice as he wasn’t a very subtle being either) could hardly complain.
It was rather lucky that Robyn seemed just as able to hold her own as he was, otherwise he’d have all these inappropriate thoughts in his head and no ability to voice them. As it happened, he couldn’t see her being offended by what he had to say. She’d either be flattered (well, who wouldn’t?) or just see it as a jest. Either way she probably wouldn’t be offended so he was able to take certain liberties with his speech. “Well you can check for yourself if you like.” There was more than a hint of suggestion in his tone.
And now she was smirking at him. Honestly, the inappropriate thoughts in his head now really weren’t his fault at all. It was all rather reactionary, something that was actually irritating. Torrin liked to be the one in control but it seemed he was having to share that power. Well, he was going to have to do something about that. He copied her action, inkling his head and stepped forward a shade so there were even closer together. With both their heads cocked in such a way there was hardly any space between them. He was keeping eye contact and let his mouth open slightly, running his tongue along the bottom lip. “Oh are you? In that case, I can think of several suggestions...”
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Post by Torrin on Jan 17, 2012 13:50:25 GMT -5
Why was it women always wanted to know why they were the special ones? Well, relatively special, special right now. Torrin didn't actually have a reason other than the fact that she happened to be the first person he saw who looked interesting but that wasn't going to be adequate answer. He was going to have to think on his feet, which was something he was rather good at, only this time he was trying not to insult her and that proved to be rather trickier. "And why would I want to do that? You might use what I say to find another man."
Torrin wasn't entirely sure, but he could have sworn she was looking at him and yes, by "looking" he did mean looking. His choice of sitting had obviously been a good one and seemed to have had the desired affect. But then, that wasn't really a surprise. He didn't bother to surpress a rather self-satisfied grin.
"True, but perhaps that sort of conversation is best had in private."
How very forward she was! Well, Torrin definitely wasn't complaining after all the king had told him to entertain his guests and that was exactly what he was doing. He unhooked his ankles from the chair legs and placed his feet firmly on the ground and moved his arms so his hands were now pressed against the seat of the chair inbetween his legs. With this new weight shift he was able to bring his feet up onto the seat without flying backwards. It did occur to him that he did resemble a rather large - and brightly coloured - frog in his new position, but a very handsome frog and that was the main thing. "Milady, I do say that you are propositioning me," he leant forward as far as he could without falling flat on his face (that would be attractive) "And I cannot say I mind it."
“Perhaps I can show you how much I can live up to that name. If you have the time that is, what with all your admirers.”
It was round about here, Torrin seriously stopped thinking with his brain. Before now his words had all been in jest - as he supposed hers were, but even he could no longer deny the fact that he was definitely hoping there was a seriousness in her voice. He bit his lip, managing to rip some of the skin, not that that mattered, his mind and nerves were elsewhere. "Oh I definitely have the time." He replied, his voice slightly lower than it was before. Hopefully she hadn't noticed, or, if she had, she appreciated it. |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 17, 2012 12:59:34 GMT -5
Torrin was beginning to like Robyn which was very annoying as he had decided not to. There was something about meeting another entertainer, a kindred spirit - if that wasn't being too over-dramatic, then again, it was part of his job to be just that. And she'd called him Tor so she was probably going to be fun too. The only problem with meeting another entertainer was the need for attention. He was fairly sure that in the near future - say five minutes or so - they would both be fighting for the stage, trying to out-do the other instead of having a civilised conversation like normal human beings. He wouldn't complain, in fact, he would find it fun if it didn't take attention away from him. He was rather self-centred that way.
He cocked his head in response to her question. As a general rule he liked to spend as little time upside down as possible and so probably didn't have an opinion well informed enough to answer that. There was room there for some satire, and if he had a bigger audience he would have exploited it but satire wasn't a favourite of his so he kept it to crowds of ten minimum. "I can't say I have," he replied and watched her as she pulled herself up and then dropped onto the floor. "Have you noticed how much better I look the right way up?" Maybe it was a little early on in the conversation for such outright flirtations, but his brain wasn't giving him any wit or comedy and without that he was left with no other option.
Clearly it wasn't too early on in the conversation, especially with her winking at him. Now that she was stood on the ground there was only a small gap between them. He couldn't help but smirk at her words which was probably what she intended. "Oh you bet I can." |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 17, 2012 7:56:42 GMT -5
Torrin was still leaning against the wall so he had to push himself away from it in order to offer this new acquaintance a rather theatrical bow. Clearly being in the entertainment business herself she should appreciate his effort. What he forgot to do was to remember that he was no longer wearing his hat, which made his effort to remove it from his head rather superfluous. Instead he just ran a hand through his hair and hoped she didn't notice. She was upside down so hopefully that would work in his favour. "My name is Torrin Fletch." He replied with a grin and folded his arms against his chest. He walked forward so they were only a few inches apart, but due to her still being on the tight rope he was having to look up at her, something he wasn't mad keen on. "Ladies call me Tor," he said with a wink.
It was rather impressive how she managed to remain on the rope, and he would have voiced such an opinion if he wasn't so determined not to like her. It was the principle of the thing rather than her but even so. He was the court jester, her services were not required here. Yet however much he disliked her this wasn't going to stop him from having a little fun, possibly at her expense, that was entirely dependent on her. He had nothing else to do today and she was a good enough distraction for him. "Well, Robyn," he let his tongue roll over the R, "do you always make acquaintances upside down or am I special?" |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 15, 2012 19:09:48 GMT -5
Torrin was in two minds about this 'Raven Pack'. Part of him was glad that they were performing tonight because it meant less work for him and he didn't have the pressure of performing to such important people at such an important event. The other part of him was annoyed that these wanderers were the entertainment at Arthur's pre-coronation. Torrin had been working in the castle for the majority of his life and rather felt like he deserved be working tonight, but apparantly the soon-to-be-king didn't agree. Well that was just...fine.
As he wasn't performing he decided to go and see exactly who he had been usurped by. This 'Raven Pack' had better be impressive otherwise he would be rather put out. He'd found their location out from a servant who'd said something really helpful about how maybe Arthur would like them so much Torrin would no longer be needed. He was making his way towards the stables where they'd apparently been spotted - although he wouldn't be surprised if Alice had sent him on a wild goose chase. Although he was still in his jester costume - he'd been having to entertain Lord Whatever of Some Place he'd never heard of after lunch - he'd had the good sense to remove the small bells that usually lived at his ankles. He could hardly sneak up on the Raven Pack if he jangled with every step.
He was nearly at the stables when he heard an unfamiliar voice. It was a point of his to always recognise faceless voices, so this one was particularly interesting. Maybe it was on of them. He followed the voice and found a rather peculiar sight. At the back of the stables a young girl - well, he presumed she was young, she was rather high up - appeared to be walking along a tight-rope and talking to herself. An eyebrow was raised. He let his shoulder fall against the stable wall so he was leaning against it and just watched the woman for a few moments. "Treat everyone like ah dammit? What fine words!" He shouted up to her, perhaps a little too loudly, but at least she'd be able to hear him. "And who are you to impart such wisdom?" |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 15, 2012 16:11:10 GMT -5
Tor is an educated little thing. This will make sense at the end.
Torrin was having quite some fun with this new acquaintance. It was refreshing to meet someone with a bit of a bite to them. He could have done with a little more confidence in his obvious allure though - after all, she was the one who'd been giving him the eye in the first place. Why was she so surprised to find other women had the same reaction? Maybe she was jealous... He was making himself laugh with his own thoughts, which, amusing as they may be, was not what he was supposed to be doing, so he pressed his lips together and waited for the urge to laugh to leave him so he could answer her. "Well they wouldn't want to make it obvious, would they? I'm quite a catch," he said matter-of-factly, "A queue would just end in carnage." He broke eye contact, looking with what he intended to be a rather wistful expression off into the distance (but as they were in a not-terribly-big room it was more just looking at a wall, but wistfully), as if remembering some traumatic incident in which that very thing happened.
After a moment or two he looked back at Caitrin, his wistful expression replaced with a rather different one. His mouth was slightly open and there was the beginnings of a smile tugging at its corner. He was looking at her rather intently again, but it was justified as she appeared to have gone into "proper noblewoman" mode, complete with head bobbing and it was rather amusing. Obviously some things were just second nature to a woman like her. She didn't give him her name though, and Torrin liked to think this was her trying to be mysterious or at least too stubborn to tell him without his asking. Well he wasn't going to ask. He was going to see how long she could go without saying it. He didn't see her lasting that long. In his experience woman - especially those with fancy names and titles - liked to speak about themselves and liked everyone to know exactly who they were.
Torrin was still sitting rather inappropriately - and he had noticed that since he'd done so he'd been attracting rather a lot more attention, clearly he should sit like this more often. The woman he was talking to however appeared to be unfazed by his new position - or if she was she was hiding it well, which, now that he thought about it must be right, obviously she was fazed by it, why would she be? - but there was still the obvious flirtation in her voice that told him that there was not his limit.
His hands were still behind his back and holding onto his forearms, index fingers pressing against his elbows, so with any luck he wasn't about to fall off. He was more than used to falling off chairs (oh how he hated slapstick) but unsurprisingly this time he'd rather not. Holding onto his forearms slightly more he pushed his hips forward, managing not to budge the chair but mearly slide down the chair slightly. He was now grinning at Caitrin, a slightly open-mouthed grin with the tip of his tongue touching his canine. Frankly, he would be amazed if she managed not to jump on him, public place or not. "Is it ever too early? And as for your name, I'm sure I could think one up for you. How does Aphrodite sound?" |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 14, 2012 18:48:37 GMT -5
The woman didn't seem terribly offended, or offended at all for that matter, so Torrin was fairly sure that he could push her quite a way. There was a look about her, a rather suggestive one that he rather liked. It was a look that to him seemed to be telling him that she was going to do the exact same and try and see how far she could do. He was a jester - this should be interesting. "And how do you know that they are not?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow. He could point out at least three other women who would be glad of his company - and no, that wasn't him being egotistical it was him being observant and part of the job. During feasts and general gatherings it was usually his job to keep the women occupied while the men discussed whatever it was that needed discussing. He'd quickly learnt how to tell when a woman was looking at him.
It was slightly disappointing that she didn't look surprised. There was no point in doing this sort of thing if the other person wasn't going to have a decent reaction. His smile didn't fade though - he was rather hoping she would have a better reaction to his proposal, otherwise she'd just be being boring and he'd go and find someone else to talk to. There were plenty of young women, as he'd noted earlier, that would be very appreciative of his company. It was just a matter of finding them-
"Then tell me exactly what you would like me to indulge you in. Perhaps you would first do me the pleasure of introducing yourself."
Now that was a good reaction. It was always so much more fun when they were flirting back, otherwise he had nothing to work with. His grin had now turned into a smirk, which wasn't surprising given the thoughts that were currently going through his mind. In his defence, she'd started it. Well, sort of. But she did have a point about introductions. It wouldn't do at all to let her continue without knowing his name. He inclined his head, it was only polite after all, "My name is Torrin Fletch." He didn't ask for hers, he wanted to see if she would volunteer it or wait until he wanted to hear it.
Now that the silly nonsense about names was out of the way he could get on with what was important. She clearly wasn't a woman who was easily shocked or offended so he could go further than he usually would. This was going to be fun. His hands were still behind the chair so he held onto his forearms to steady himself while he uncrossed his legs and hooked his ankles around the chair legs. It wasn't a very appropriate way to sit on a chair but then this wasn't a very appropriate conversation. "I think the better question is what wouldn't you induldge me in?" |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 14, 2012 13:19:09 GMT -5
Ah a noble with a brain! What a fine find this was. He could happily amuse himself, safe in the knowledge that he wasn't going to have to resort to tripping over his own feet in order to make her laugh. His knees had not thanked him for that. "Well, in my line of work you get used to admirers." He replied simply. That was one of the things he loved about being a jester - when he was performing all the attention was on him. It wasn't just the young women, it was everyone, men of power and influence who could be persuaded to be rather more open with their purses. He stepped closer to her, testing the waters so to speak, and continued his speech. "Especially beautiful ones."
As she spoke again a small, impressed smile found its way onto his lips. Not only did she appear to have a brain but apparently she had a desire to not let Torrin have all the fun. She was a good find indeed - now to see how far he could push her. He had a habit of being a little too enthusiastic with his teasing and ended up getting himself into trouble. However, he was of the opinion that if she was going to converse with a jester then she should be expecting some teasing and insults, so really if she was going to be insulted it was entirely her own fault. "Ah, I see we have a fellow joker!" An idea popped into his head and he surpressed a laugh - that would come soon enough. This would tell him all he needed to know about the young woman.
His eyes scanned the room, looking for the nearest chair. There was one in the corner of the room, presumably for those who became tired of dancing, so he quickly went and grabbed it. He wouldn't want his acquaintance to think he was just running off so he made haste and on returning set it firmly on the ground in front of her and practically jumped into it, sitting cross-legged with his arms behind the back. "Here is your chance, my comical companion. The floor is open." |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 12, 2012 19:21:04 GMT -5
Torrin Fletch dropped into a low bow, one arm bent out in front of him and the other reaching into the air behind his back. Performing and making people laugh was all very well and good, but this was his favourite part. The relief, the knowledge that he'd done everything right. He could relax now. Well, not entirely. Uther liked to have him remain in the Hall after his performances - Torrin supposed it was the king's way of getting his money's worth out of the man. The young jester didn't mind too much, he was allowed drink so that was not something to complain about. His task now was to mingle with Uther's guests and try not to insult them too much. This was much more easily said than done.
He'd managed to find himself a drink and a quite place to stand for a few moments before throwing himself into the mass of nobles. His eyes scanned around the room, he was an observant man, especially when he was working. He liked to know the sort of people who were in his audience and see what they would be expecting from him. As he gazed around he couldn't help but notice a young redhaired young woman - was she a woman? It was hard to tell from a distance, but she was unchaperoned so he assumed so - who, unless he was mistaken, was giving him the eye. It must have been a good show.
He glanced about him again, seeing if there was anyone who looked more promising before starting to make his way over to the woman. He was wearing his jester costume so he really blended into the crowd, this was helped by the bells attached to his ankles. At least he wasn't forgettable. When he reached her he swept into a rather dramatic bow (goblet still in hand and managing not to spill any of it). "I do declare you were giving me the eye." His position was such that he could converse with nobility easily and without having to finish every sentence with a bow and a grovel. This didn't stop him from leaning in close to her and addressing her as "Milady", letting his tongue roll over the "L". "If that is indeed what you are..." He gave her a quick look up and down. Her dress had obviously been chosen to attract some attention, presumably male and presumably with a lot more money than he had. "I suppose you will do." He added with a grin. |
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Post by Torrin on Jan 10, 2012 17:55:22 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Torrin Fletch
.:Nick Name:. Tor or just "Jester"
.:Age:. Twenty eight
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. Citizen
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Torrin is quite a tall man with bright blue eyes and hair that borders between light brown and dark blonde. As he is a performer he is well kept and takes pride in his appearance. When performing he wears brightly coloured costumes – normally made from patches of different kinds of material. When he is not performing his clothes are more sober in colour and usually only one fabric – depending on how many times they have had to have been repaired – and allow him to blend more easily into a crowd.
.:Height:. 5'9
.:Portrayed by:. Shaun Evans
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.As a court jester Torrin is expected to have an enthusiastic and comical nature – which he does. He likes to see the humour in the average and the ordinary, as well as having quite a black sense of humour too, but this is not often used in his performances. He’s been entertaining professionally since he was a child and due to this has a firm confidence in his abilities. Torrin is a sociable creature, liking to be around people and having their attention. For him, being a jester is not just an occupation – it is what he has been doing his entire like and probably the only thing he’s good at. Because most of his life is spent entertaining people he has learnt how to read them, mainly in order to predict how well a joke will go down. He has a sharp eye and is always observing what is going on – half of the time simply to amuse himself. In his opinion the dramas of the nobility are much more entertaining than he’ll ever be.
When he is on his own, or simply not working, he has a rather more sober personality. While he will still make jokes and likes to have people’s undivided attention, he is naturally quick witted and can have quite a dark sense of humour. He considers himself separated than most of society – being liked and valued in court but without a title. He likes to observe and know everything that is going on in the castle and is not above breaking a few rules in the process. Being a jester he can be called upon to say things to the king, such as deliver bad news, when others will not. This suits him just fine as he learns all that is happening this way.
He is not the most empathetic of people and can usually be relied upon to make light of a serious or dangerous situation or go too far with a joke at someone else’s expense (although he is extremely careful not to do so with the more influential people of Camelot). His jokes and showman personality have developed into a coping mechanism for him and prevent him from having to face his emotions. Emotions get in the way when he’s trying to be impressive and entertaining.
.:Strengths:. Ability to read people, success as a jester makes him liked a respected at court, quick tongue and a good liar and actor
.:Weaknesses:. Arrogance, snobbish due to position, can be careless when mocking people, very aware of people’s opinions of him
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:. As a jester, Torrin has mastered many skills to entertain the masses with. This included agility and acrobatic talents, as well as acting skills and impersonations.
.:Accents:. Southern English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot
.:Family:. Father - Niall Fletch (deceased)
Mother - Abigail Fletch (deceased)
Older brother - Callum Fletch
.:Occupation:. Court jester
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot
.:History:.Torrin is the youngest son of Niall and Abigail Fletch and was born and brought up in Camelot. His father was a jester in Uther’s court and so taught Torrin and his older brother Callum the tricks of the trade. Callum was never that interested in following his father’s footsteps, yet still became jealous of Torrin’s superior skill and attention from their father. Torrin excelled in all forms of tomfoolery with a particular fondness for acrobatics and impersonations. When he was ten his father decided he was old enough to entertain the great and good of the kingdom. During these public performances Torrin developed a style of his own and exploited this to become a favourite at court. His father retired when Torrin was eighteen, leaving him to perform on his own.
Two years later his parents both died in a fire in their home, Torrin was left completely alone shortly after as Callum then left Camelot and took anything of valuable that had survived the fire. Fortunately, Torrin still had his position in the castle. He has now been working on his own there for eight years.
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