Dorian Stone

[Dorian Stone]

the puppeteer

alias - Star
age - 19
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the puppet

i never saw myself

name - Dorian Stone
age - 29 years old
eyes - Dark blue- nearly black
hair color and style - Brown and kept a little long, just enough to give a tussled look
height, weight and build - 6' 2”, 154 pounds, athletic
place of birth - Emerald City
birthday - 5/21
character model - Gaspard Ulliel

they call me wonderful

likes -
Drills
Being in command
Protecting people
A good stiff drink
Writing letters
Red and Dark Meats
Honesty
Games of intellectual skill
dislikes -
Incompetency
Living in a hero's shadow
Anyone who threatens his position
Personal distractions from work
Sugary snacks of any sort
White wine
Anything that's unnecessarily showy
greatest wish or desire - To make it possible for him to be himself once he's done his duty.
personality -
To be honest, he tries not to have one. Dorian has always understood that, as a guard in the city, the only way to truly make it any further than an entry level position and a disgraceful homecoming at the close of his term was to lose himself in his work. Any spare time that is given to him is spent training either his mind or his body and he very rarely expresses his emotions beyond an occasional smirk. He's not getting any younger and he's fully aware of that, but he seems not to care.

When it comes to brains, he has the lion's share of strategy and spur-of-the-moment skills but very little book-learning. Dorian is used to learning from his experiences and from the examples set for him in the world but never expected a chance to be the one setting the mold for any officer, let alone a subordinate one. However, like so many other emotions, his surprise and semi-confusion are deftly hidden behind a barrier of obedient apathy (to Glinda) or of stern- but not harsh- command (to his underlings). But for all of his finesse in regards to keeping his hands clean of political or social blights, he never seems to truly lose himself in anything. He made enough of the right friendships to have gained his position and kept it, but none of them were valuable enough that he'd regret losing them. Always and ever aware of the line that he must toe to not only stay where he was but to also rise up in the world, he seems not to care that the reward for working so diligently was more work and more time before he could go home. In a sense, if Dorian fears anything at all, it's not having the orderly direction in his life that his work provides for him.

The only thing that seems to breech his apathy is his family. The only time that he ever does anything truly personal is when he writes to his little sister to see how she was faring since he rarely ever got the time off to even cross the city for long enough to visit. Not that he minded. In his mind, it is vital that he does his work to protect his family and whatever future he might have. Dorian has certainly been accused of being cold and teased for never seeming to be as sexually frustrated as some of his compatriots and sometimes it bothered him, but it was easier for him to just shove the unwanted emotions such things brought underneath his mask of indifferent service. He'd certainly practiced it enough.

needed someone to believe in

parents - Tom and Cassandra Stone
siblings - Younger sister Isabelle
background -
Dorian was born and raised in the Emerald City where he was taught from an early age that the wizard was an idol and everything was seen through green-tinted lenses. He was nearly certain that there was a time in his youngest years when there was no wizard, but he has no recollection of it. And it wasn't like there was time in the grand sweep of the man's arrival in the balloon for Dorian to question anything before such questions were not only frowned upon but often meant the questioner wouldn't sit down right for a month. Or worse. Besides, believing in the power of the wizard was safe and comfortable, and everyone else was doing it.

His parents worked as a cobbler and a seamstress, providing some of the best clothing for the nobles and the politicians that frequented the yellow-brick road. They had never expected anything for their children beyond their own position and so were overjoyed when Dorian had been picked out of a group of village children playing games in an alley to train with and join the local detail. From there, he was recommended for various other positions and made his way eventually into the Wizard's personal guard. Prior to that, he'd still been able to remain at home for part of the time to look after Isabelle, who was practically his only friend in the entire world. Isa was always waiting for him with a smile, always a little more mature than he remembered her, ready to tell him about all of her silly adventures which he secretly didn't find silly, at all. But time for such things quickly ran out.

As a part of the wizard's guard, he rarely did anything besides remain standing alert for long periods of daylight or moonlight hours from various parts of the Emerald City walls, towers, or (if he was very lucky) within the closed doors of society's parties. He made all of the right comments to the right politicians and stuck out in one of their minds for his assignments became more frequent and contained many more government goings-on than discussions regarding who wasn't invited to this or that or which flower truly went best with green. When a stir was caused over Elphaba, Dorian was one of the guards present outside of the doors during hers and the wizards discussions. He had been at the head of the group sent to capture her, had seen Glinda's face as the Witch had flown away.... and said nothing. It went against his training, against his usual dispassionate observations, but by that point he was not so sure that his personal future was worth what he was giving to the Wizard. Strange sounds came from the rooms he passed, like Animals in pain, and it made him uneasy. Add to that that the Wizard was a frightening figure to serve and some of Dorian's natural compliance to his will began to chip away.

So he kept his silence and joined the Gale Force under Captain Fiyero, who also seemed to keep his own council. Dorian did not truly know how everything had occurred all at once as it did, but one day he was protecting the Wizard, the Morrible woman, and Glinda, and the next he was escorting a ragtag troupe of misfits around the city at the Wizard's request. He heard the stories of that had happened to Nessarose, and couldn't help but note that soon after one of those under his protection had left the city while he'd been sent on his errand. He never asked Glinda where she had gone, nor did he ask why Morrible and the Wizard went from being prestigious persons under his guard to all but prisoners when she returned. He was as discreet as he was dispassionate to the outside world, after all. Since then, he had not had even the moment's rest he'd need to train as Glinda had promoted him to the head of her force and not everyone was in agreement that they wanted her to try to help them. Dorian takes his new position very seriously but is unsure (and hates it that he is) whether he'll be able to protect Glinda as admirably as his forebear had.

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roleplay sample -
It was long past the end of the day and Dorian hardly noticed it. Usually, it took his little sister's reminders from his letters for him to take proper care of himself, and since he didn't have one of her letters with him it was relatively easy to forget that his body had limits. He had taken care of the administrative shit earlier in the day, assigning details where the city was weakest but also where they'd cause the least amount of a stir, finding ways to keep the palace guards in line and busy enough not to become bored and therefore less vigilant. It happened even to the best of people, he knew, but he had very little patience for incompetency in any of its forms lately. Not that anyone could tell that by looking at him until they were being justly punished for their lack of proper care. Dorian was not the kind to be cruel but they could not afford any mistakes right now. Glinda had enough to worry about without being concerned with her safety in the place that was supposed to be like home for her.

It wasn't his place to wonder, he knew, but it was obvious how much strain Glinda was putting on herself since the death of the Witch. Sometimes, since he was the one standing at her doorway each night( he couldn't trust that job to many others right now, not with the whispers his Gale Force spies brought him), he'd catch a glimpse of a side of her that he suspected she'd rather keep hidden. It was not like he expected his charge to take any notice of him, in fact, he quite believed that she often forgot that he existed since he molded himself to her side so often and did so with enough practiced finesse to remain a ghost in the backgrounds. A kind of shadow within shadows. But he wondered if she knew just how exhausted she looked when she finally let herself stop, or how much... something... was wearing at her.

He didn't know what, nor did he really care. It mattered because it was something that bothered her, and it was his sole duty to ensure that very little bothered her. Sometimes, this late at night, he'd keep his weather eye about and make his patrols as usual but would also allow his mind to wander the slightest bit. Nothing beyond a shadow of a musing, but enough to make him add an extra set to his warm-up in the morning as punishment whenever it happened. He'd hardly ever given a thought to the people that he was guarding before. They were either in large groups or, in the Wizard's case, mysterious beings beyond Dorian's ken. He was proud to be serving Glinda, both for what it meant for his family and because the things that had been disturbing him during the Wizard's rule slowly began to dissipate into not-so-terrifying things as time went on.

His sharp gaze suddenly trained on a spot down the hall. Dorian studied the space closely, eyes narrowed. Had he just heard something besides the building's usual creaks and rumbles as it settled?

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