PLAYER Name: Eric Personal Journal:overbringer E-mail: TheOverEric [AT] Gmail.com AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: EricOverbringer Plurk: overbringer
CHARACTER Name: Mustrum Ridcully Canon: Discworld Timeline: From shortly before the events of Unseen Academicals
Personality: When the University elected Ridcully to be Archchancellor, it had been going through a particularly violent period. At that time the traditional method of advancement among wizards was by the assassination of your superior, and everyone was worked up into horrible balls of stress and paranoia. They decided that what they needed was an archchancellor who was peaceful and in tune with nature. They chose Mustrum Ridcully because after graduating, he had left the university to manage his family's estates out in the countryside and no one had seen or heard from him since.
They had expected a wizard who was good with herbs and folklore and who spoke to the animals, but that isn't QUITE what they got. Ridcully did indeed talk to the animals, but what he generally said to them was less likely to be "Peace be with you, brother robin." than it was to be "NEARLY GOT YOU THAT TIME YOU BASTARD!"
Ridcully has single handedly reformed the Unseen University by way of being basically impossible to kill. In fact the normal fate for would be assassins was to have Ridcully appear behind them suddenly to yell at them for a while while slamming their head repeatedly into the door. As this has put a cap on how far you can advance by murder, the university as a whole has calmed down more than somewhat.
Ridcully is an outdoorsman. He loves hunting, and is fond of early morning exercise routines (Which he generally tries to force his subordinates to join him on.). While skilled at magic, he generally doesn't bother with it unless he really needs to (This has probably contributed to his success at avoiding magical assassins, who are generally expecting a magical defense, instead of five feet of seasoned oak or a crossbow bolt to the face. If that's not enough to take something down, you shouldn't be messing with it anyways.).
Ridcully is, in fact, quite intelligent. He doesn't immediately seem like it, having a mind much like a freight train: fast, unstoppable, and almost impossible to change the course of once it's gotten up to speed. On top of this, he has a tendancy to avoid people trying to tell him things. He figures that if all it takes for someone to give up on trying to tell him something is a few dismissive replies, then it probably wasn't that important anyways. Also contributing to Ridcully's survival in a position which previously had a world record for longest time in office of eleven months is his keen insight into the human mind and EXCELLENT poker face. When he became archchancellor, the university was of a mind that the wizard that blinked first was the wizard who died. Being able to quickly read situations and play your hand close to the vest was essential to one's survival in the hardball world of wizard politics.
Ridcully is fairly vain. He is immensly proud of being the owner of the archchancellor's hat (it marks him as the most important wizard in the world, even though he doesn't normally wear it since the hat has a tendancy to gripe and complain about how things used to be better in the old days.) and grabs for any other prestige he can claim over his peers. He very much as the attitude of an aristocrat, frequently speaking of the "working classes" as though they were below him (though in this regard he is actually not quite so out of touch as a lot of his staff.). He is also, like most wizards, immensely fond of large meals, smoking and alcohol, and has naturally gravitated to a shape more or less like Santa Claus.
First Person: Too much slacking around here, if you ask me! Lazing about and asking weird questions about planets and trousers and I don't know what all. No sir, not if I have anything to say about it!
I'm putting a stop to this right now. Starting five AM tomorrow morning, I'll be starting a morning run group. It'll be a wonderful opportunity to get some AIR into those lungs, you hear me? Get out of the dark and into the wondeful embrace of nature!
Five AM, you hear me? No stragglers!
Third Person: Libraries are traditionally seen as quiet places. Ridcully, likewise, is generally a very traditional man. This particular intersection, however, was not a smooth one. Especially since Ridcully's office could only be reached by sneaking through it.
Ridcully did not sneak. The doors burst open at 3pm, startling many readers and librarians. Even more startling, especially to the librarians, was the booming voice that followed. "What are you all doing cramped up in here on a beautiful day like today!? Wasting a glorious summer day like today reading books!?"
His tirade continued unabated in this vein, talking over the increasingly frantic shushes from the librarians. Ridcully strode through the library in muddy boots, with a fishing pole over one shoulder and a brace of trout hanging from a loop in his other hand. "I'll just be off to change into something a bit fresher, but when I get back I want to see some signs of actual life around here!"
The cloud of shushes followed the wizard across the cavernous room, every gaze following him until he reached the stairs up to his office and slammed them shut behind him. The atmosphere of quiet study and reading took quite a while to reform.
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CHARACTER
Name: Mustrum Ridcully
Canon: Discworld
Timeline: From shortly before the events of Unseen Academicals
Personality: When the University elected Ridcully to be Archchancellor, it had been going through a particularly violent period. At that time the traditional method of advancement among wizards was by the assassination of your superior, and everyone was worked up into horrible balls of stress and paranoia. They decided that what they needed was an archchancellor who was peaceful and in tune with nature. They chose Mustrum Ridcully because after graduating, he had left the university to manage his family's estates out in the countryside and no one had seen or heard from him since.
They had expected a wizard who was good with herbs and folklore and who spoke to the animals, but that isn't QUITE what they got. Ridcully did indeed talk to the animals, but what he generally said to them was less likely to be "Peace be with you, brother robin." than it was to be "NEARLY GOT YOU THAT TIME YOU BASTARD!"
Ridcully has single handedly reformed the Unseen University by way of being basically impossible to kill. In fact the normal fate for would be assassins was to have Ridcully appear behind them suddenly to yell at them for a while while slamming their head repeatedly into the door. As this has put a cap on how far you can advance by murder, the university as a whole has calmed down more than somewhat.
Ridcully is an outdoorsman. He loves hunting, and is fond of early morning exercise routines (Which he generally tries to force his subordinates to join him on.). While skilled at magic, he generally doesn't bother with it unless he really needs to (This has probably contributed to his success at avoiding magical assassins, who are generally expecting a magical defense, instead of five feet of seasoned oak or a crossbow bolt to the face. If that's not enough to take something down, you shouldn't be messing with it anyways.).
Ridcully is, in fact, quite intelligent. He doesn't immediately seem like it, having a mind much like a freight train: fast, unstoppable, and almost impossible to change the course of once it's gotten up to speed. On top of this, he has a tendancy to avoid people trying to tell him things. He figures that if all it takes for someone to give up on trying to tell him something is a few dismissive replies, then it probably wasn't that important anyways. Also contributing to Ridcully's survival in a position which previously had a world record for longest time in office of eleven months is his keen insight into the human mind and EXCELLENT poker face. When he became archchancellor, the university was of a mind that the wizard that blinked first was the wizard who died. Being able to quickly read situations and play your hand close to the vest was essential to one's survival in the hardball world of wizard politics.
Ridcully is fairly vain. He is immensly proud of being the owner of the archchancellor's hat (it marks him as the most important wizard in the world, even though he doesn't normally wear it since the hat has a tendancy to gripe and complain about how things used to be better in the old days.) and grabs for any other prestige he can claim over his peers. He very much as the attitude of an aristocrat, frequently speaking of the "working classes" as though they were below him (though in this regard he is actually not quite so out of touch as a lot of his staff.). He is also, like most wizards, immensely fond of large meals, smoking and alcohol, and has naturally gravitated to a shape more or less like Santa Claus.
First Person: Too much slacking around here, if you ask me! Lazing about and asking weird questions about planets and trousers and I don't know what all. No sir, not if I have anything to say about it!
I'm putting a stop to this right now. Starting five AM tomorrow morning, I'll be starting a morning run group. It'll be a wonderful opportunity to get some AIR into those lungs, you hear me? Get out of the dark and into the wondeful embrace of nature!
Five AM, you hear me? No stragglers!
Third Person: Libraries are traditionally seen as quiet places. Ridcully, likewise, is generally a very traditional man. This particular intersection, however, was not a smooth one. Especially since Ridcully's office could only be reached by sneaking through it.
Ridcully did not sneak. The doors burst open at 3pm, startling many readers and librarians. Even more startling, especially to the librarians, was the booming voice that followed. "What are you all doing cramped up in here on a beautiful day like today!? Wasting a glorious summer day like today reading books!?"
His tirade continued unabated in this vein, talking over the increasingly frantic shushes from the librarians. Ridcully strode through the library in muddy boots, with a fishing pole over one shoulder and a brace of trout hanging from a loop in his other hand. "I'll just be off to change into something a bit fresher, but when I get back I want to see some signs of actual life around here!"
The cloud of shushes followed the wizard across the cavernous room, every gaze following him until he reached the stairs up to his office and slammed them shut behind him. The atmosphere of quiet study and reading took quite a while to reform.