PLAYER Name: Ri Personal Journal:resplendentri E-mail: cheetah1090@yahoo.com AIM/MSN/etc: JoyBringer5002 @ AIM
CHARACTER Name: Cogsworth Canon: Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (animated canon) Timeline: After Maurice is taken as the Beast’s prisoner, but before Belle comes to the castle. If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Cogsworth is the chief steward/major domo of the Beast’s castle. As such, his job (before the unfortunate incident that left him in his present state) was to manage (and micromanage) the Prince’s affairs. It fell on his broad shoulders to keep the castle running smoothly, and he demonstrates a strong sense of decorum and propriety. As a human, he kept a pocketwatch ever present on his jacket, as it was his duty to keep the castle running on time and on schedule. An example of his micromanaging tendencies is right in between “Something There” and “Human Again”, when he assigns all of the servants to make the castle gleam in order to facilitate a more romantic atmosphere for Belle and the Beast.
He is the stop having fun guy. He is the one responsible for telling all of the other servants what to do, and he does his job with gusto. It’s entirely possible that once upon a time, he actually did so effectively, and the other servants listened to him. However, the time spent under the spell has made many of the other objects/former servants complacent in their roles in the household, and Cogsworth’s power over them has weakened significantly. The only other servants he seems to have any kind of rapport with are Lumiere, Mrs. Potts, and Chip (mostly through Mrs. Potts).
His relationship with Lumiere could possibly be best described as brotherly. Even “bromantic”. His tense, severe personality is a perfect contrast to Lumiere’s free, laissez-faire nature. Even still, if he has one weakness to his personality it’s that he falls easily to the allure of flattery. Whereas he can become quite prickly and obstinate when confronted head to head, he caves easily when appealed to by use of either flattery or otherwise exploiting his interests, for instance immediately following “Be Our Guest” when he rebuffs Lumiere for suggesting giving Belle a tour around the castle, but relents as soon as Belle turns the question into an admiration of his own wealth of knowledge.
Although Cogsworth may show signs of intimidation and submit easily to the will of those who outrank him, he is far from a coward. When push comes to shove, he is a useful ally to have in your corner, as demonstrated by how he entered the fray in the battle for the castle and saved Lumiere’s life. At the canon point I’m taking him from, he hasn’t seen a human being aside from Maurice for ten years. Over the years, he has not been immune from the very complacency which has made the other objects all sluggish to respond to his authority, and at this canon point Belle has not yet arrived to turn the whole of the castle on its head. He will therefore be stubborn and obstinate and set in his ways, and particularly easily offended by those who may insist that he wasn’t every bit as human as the rest of them.
First Person: [He prefers to use the voice function, so that he can merely turn it on, set the watch down, and then pace about and dictate. It’s much easier than finding something to prop it up against were he to make a video, or using tiny metal hands to attempt to make a text post.
Too bad, too, because as he paces back and forth, he gestures wildly with his little metal arms.]
Well now, it seems that someone thought that they were being cute. Funny, perhaps? Oh ha ha, let’s all have a good laugh at poor old Cogsworth, he’s too short to reach doorknobs. Let’s close the door while he’s asleep and shut him in! Yes, that’s a splendid idea!
[He stops pacing and clears his throat.]
It may come as a surprise to some of you, but I’m less than amused. Whoever was responsible for this childish prank can just step forward and fix it posthaste, before I get truly angry! Did no one teach any of you any manners? Really!
[Sotto voce, more to himself.] I didn’t even have to put up with treatment like this back in the castle! Of course, it does make a difference when the doors can open and shut themselves...
Third Person: Cogsworth wasn’t sure where he was, or what was going on. The floor beneath his wooden feet rumbled, sending shivers through his body and making his gears rattle. He’d heard of these kinds of tremors in the earth before, but he didn’t think that they usually happened in France. When he looked up, he saw that the room he was in had windows, and more importantly that what was outside of those windows was moving past at an alarming rate. Soon enough, the view outside was obscured by what seemed to be a dense fog. To someone used to carriage travel at best and not even that for quite some time, the rumbling was a distinctly unsettling sensation.
Soon enough, the vibrations slowed down their frequency, as did the speed of the vague shadows moving past the window. Cogsworth wrung his hands and paced this way and that.
“Alright. First things first, I need to find out whatever this thing is, and whether it will take me back.” He scoffed. “I’m going to have words with whomever owns it, that’s for certain. Really! The nerve, taking a man from his home and putting him in this...this thing!” The more he paced, the more worked up he got, a frustrated ticking following his actions until finally the steel monstrosity rumbled to a halt underneath his feet, throwing him off balance. He shook his head and righted himself, staring up and out of the windows, until with a long, drawn-out creak, the doors slid open. He glanced around the room and felt a shiver go down his back. He waddled to the edge of the door, peering down at the seemingly vast gap between the behemoth and solid ground.
He had to leave the room. Somehow. He backed up a few steps and took off at a run, sucking in a breath and holding it as he jumped as high and as far as his little legs could carry him. He tripped and nearly fell through the gap, landing instead on his face on the cold, hard ground. “Eurgh...” he groaned, pushing himself up and peering around.
CANON | Cogsworth | Disney's Beauty and the Beast | No reserve
Name: Ri
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E-mail: cheetah1090@yahoo.com
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CHARACTER
Name: Cogsworth
Canon: Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (animated canon)
Timeline: After Maurice is taken as the Beast’s prisoner, but before Belle comes to the castle.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Cogsworth is the chief steward/major domo of the Beast’s castle. As such, his job (before the unfortunate incident that left him in his present state) was to manage (and micromanage) the Prince’s affairs. It fell on his broad shoulders to keep the castle running smoothly, and he demonstrates a strong sense of decorum and propriety. As a human, he kept a pocketwatch ever present on his jacket, as it was his duty to keep the castle running on time and on schedule. An example of his micromanaging tendencies is right in between “Something There” and “Human Again”, when he assigns all of the servants to make the castle gleam in order to facilitate a more romantic atmosphere for Belle and the Beast.
He is the stop having fun guy. He is the one responsible for telling all of the other servants what to do, and he does his job with gusto. It’s entirely possible that once upon a time, he actually did so effectively, and the other servants listened to him. However, the time spent under the spell has made many of the other objects/former servants complacent in their roles in the household, and Cogsworth’s power over them has weakened significantly. The only other servants he seems to have any kind of rapport with are Lumiere, Mrs. Potts, and Chip (mostly through Mrs. Potts).
His relationship with Lumiere could possibly be best described as brotherly. Even “bromantic”. His tense, severe personality is a perfect contrast to Lumiere’s free, laissez-faire nature. Even still, if he has one weakness to his personality it’s that he falls easily to the allure of flattery. Whereas he can become quite prickly and obstinate when confronted head to head, he caves easily when appealed to by use of either flattery or otherwise exploiting his interests, for instance immediately following “Be Our Guest” when he rebuffs Lumiere for suggesting giving Belle a tour around the castle, but relents as soon as Belle turns the question into an admiration of his own wealth of knowledge.
Although Cogsworth may show signs of intimidation and submit easily to the will of those who outrank him, he is far from a coward. When push comes to shove, he is a useful ally to have in your corner, as demonstrated by how he entered the fray in the battle for the castle and saved Lumiere’s life. At the canon point I’m taking him from, he hasn’t seen a human being aside from Maurice for ten years. Over the years, he has not been immune from the very complacency which has made the other objects all sluggish to respond to his authority, and at this canon point Belle has not yet arrived to turn the whole of the castle on its head. He will therefore be stubborn and obstinate and set in his ways, and particularly easily offended by those who may insist that he wasn’t every bit as human as the rest of them.
First Person: [He prefers to use the voice function, so that he can merely turn it on, set the watch down, and then pace about and dictate. It’s much easier than finding something to prop it up against were he to make a video, or using tiny metal hands to attempt to make a text post.
Too bad, too, because as he paces back and forth, he gestures wildly with his little metal arms.]
Well now, it seems that someone thought that they were being cute. Funny, perhaps? Oh ha ha, let’s all have a good laugh at poor old Cogsworth, he’s too short to reach doorknobs. Let’s close the door while he’s asleep and shut him in! Yes, that’s a splendid idea!
[He stops pacing and clears his throat.]
It may come as a surprise to some of you, but I’m less than amused. Whoever was responsible for this childish prank can just step forward and fix it posthaste, before I get truly angry! Did no one teach any of you any manners? Really!
[Sotto voce, more to himself.] I didn’t even have to put up with treatment like this back in the castle! Of course, it does make a difference when the doors can open and shut themselves...
Third Person: Cogsworth wasn’t sure where he was, or what was going on. The floor beneath his wooden feet rumbled, sending shivers through his body and making his gears rattle. He’d heard of these kinds of tremors in the earth before, but he didn’t think that they usually happened in France. When he looked up, he saw that the room he was in had windows, and more importantly that what was outside of those windows was moving past at an alarming rate. Soon enough, the view outside was obscured by what seemed to be a dense fog. To someone used to carriage travel at best and not even that for quite some time, the rumbling was a distinctly unsettling sensation.
Soon enough, the vibrations slowed down their frequency, as did the speed of the vague shadows moving past the window. Cogsworth wrung his hands and paced this way and that.
“Alright. First things first, I need to find out whatever this thing is, and whether it will take me back.” He scoffed. “I’m going to have words with whomever owns it, that’s for certain. Really! The nerve, taking a man from his home and putting him in this...this thing!” The more he paced, the more worked up he got, a frustrated ticking following his actions until finally the steel monstrosity rumbled to a halt underneath his feet, throwing him off balance. He shook his head and righted himself, staring up and out of the windows, until with a long, drawn-out creak, the doors slid open. He glanced around the room and felt a shiver go down his back. He waddled to the edge of the door, peering down at the seemingly vast gap between the behemoth and solid ground.
He had to leave the room. Somehow. He backed up a few steps and took off at a run, sucking in a breath and holding it as he jumped as high and as far as his little legs could carry him. He tripped and nearly fell through the gap, landing instead on his face on the cold, hard ground. “Eurgh...” he groaned, pushing himself up and peering around.
“Now then...where on earth am I?”