chumley
04-10-06, 04:48 PM
Name: Chumley de Rochfeltingham
Age: 34
Race: elephant
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: black
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 300 lbs
Occupation: adventurer extraordinaire
Personality: Fun-loving, intelligent, friendly, musically inclinded
Appearance: A 6 foot tall anthropomorphic elephant, much like my avatar. His true appearance differs from this ill-suited vignette by the crucial fact that Chumley is dressed in the dandified decor of the late 1860's. Tucked surreptitiously within his gray and black garb, including under his black ascot and under his stovepipe hat - his personal devotion to the Great Emancipator, His Excellency Abraham Lincoln, the honest rail-splitter - are dozens of handkerchiefs, made necessary by his useful yet sniffle-prone proboscis.
History: Chumley was born and raised in Northhampton, a hamlet in England renowned for its barley ale and haberdashers, had been recognized as a prodigy on the clavier from a young age. Put on tour by his father, Sir Walter de Rochfeltingham, MP, Chumley had traveled to the New World in 1845, entertaining the likes of Vice President George M. Dallas. Chumley still remembered the worlds of that august statesman after the young elephant had played for the first time a concerto composed by the pugnacious Pennsylvanian – “My boy, not since my employment by the Second Bank of these United States have I heard such angelic instrumentation, the likes of which are given by our Lord to only a few upon this evanescent globe.” Chumley decided, upon hearing such lyrical praise, to remain in the American Republic. His father, reluctant to leave him in a nation on the verge of war, nevertheless accepted his decision and returned to England with only a harpsichord and a cracked daguerreotype as mementos of his son. Chumley traveled to the front lines of the Mexican War, volunteering in the 105th Pachyderm Volunteer Regiment, battling the hordes of Santa Ana in Baja California. Although the offensive ultimately failed, Chumley acquired a thirst for adventure that kept him in the newly acquired Western territories.
Chumley was hired by the American/Russian Railroad Corporation, a stalwart supporter of the culmination of the Republic's Manifest Destiny to reach from sea to sea and thence towards the great Russian steppes, which although surpassing the vast Continental prairies in size, are their distant second in sublimity and pulchritude. In early 1869, on a US Mail cutter crossing to the czarist shore, skirting the immense ice floes that clog the Bering artery from August to June, Chumley disappeared, vanishing into the night like a will-'o-the-whisp over a hoary bayou.
Skills: The Elephant's Call: Chumley toots a tune on his trunk, and is given musical accompaniment by a suddenly appearing cast of musicians, singers and choreographed dancers. Used once per battle or per 25 posts in a quest.
Tusks: Blunted though they are, as the proprieties of polite society, which is an unvarying aspect of the Republic despite the mischievous rumors of the effete sects of the European aristocracy, they can still do harm of which no human canines are capable.
Equipment: Handkerchiefs.
Age: 34
Race: elephant
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: black
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 300 lbs
Occupation: adventurer extraordinaire
Personality: Fun-loving, intelligent, friendly, musically inclinded
Appearance: A 6 foot tall anthropomorphic elephant, much like my avatar. His true appearance differs from this ill-suited vignette by the crucial fact that Chumley is dressed in the dandified decor of the late 1860's. Tucked surreptitiously within his gray and black garb, including under his black ascot and under his stovepipe hat - his personal devotion to the Great Emancipator, His Excellency Abraham Lincoln, the honest rail-splitter - are dozens of handkerchiefs, made necessary by his useful yet sniffle-prone proboscis.
History: Chumley was born and raised in Northhampton, a hamlet in England renowned for its barley ale and haberdashers, had been recognized as a prodigy on the clavier from a young age. Put on tour by his father, Sir Walter de Rochfeltingham, MP, Chumley had traveled to the New World in 1845, entertaining the likes of Vice President George M. Dallas. Chumley still remembered the worlds of that august statesman after the young elephant had played for the first time a concerto composed by the pugnacious Pennsylvanian – “My boy, not since my employment by the Second Bank of these United States have I heard such angelic instrumentation, the likes of which are given by our Lord to only a few upon this evanescent globe.” Chumley decided, upon hearing such lyrical praise, to remain in the American Republic. His father, reluctant to leave him in a nation on the verge of war, nevertheless accepted his decision and returned to England with only a harpsichord and a cracked daguerreotype as mementos of his son. Chumley traveled to the front lines of the Mexican War, volunteering in the 105th Pachyderm Volunteer Regiment, battling the hordes of Santa Ana in Baja California. Although the offensive ultimately failed, Chumley acquired a thirst for adventure that kept him in the newly acquired Western territories.
Chumley was hired by the American/Russian Railroad Corporation, a stalwart supporter of the culmination of the Republic's Manifest Destiny to reach from sea to sea and thence towards the great Russian steppes, which although surpassing the vast Continental prairies in size, are their distant second in sublimity and pulchritude. In early 1869, on a US Mail cutter crossing to the czarist shore, skirting the immense ice floes that clog the Bering artery from August to June, Chumley disappeared, vanishing into the night like a will-'o-the-whisp over a hoary bayou.
Skills: The Elephant's Call: Chumley toots a tune on his trunk, and is given musical accompaniment by a suddenly appearing cast of musicians, singers and choreographed dancers. Used once per battle or per 25 posts in a quest.
Tusks: Blunted though they are, as the proprieties of polite society, which is an unvarying aspect of the Republic despite the mischievous rumors of the effete sects of the European aristocracy, they can still do harm of which no human canines are capable.
Equipment: Handkerchiefs.