|Subject:||The same bloke again + now with Art!|
|Author:||La Reina (Authenticated as La Reina)|
|Date:||April 2, 2012 at 7:57:51 AM|
|Reply to:||Character Survey... with a twist! by Etoile|
Yes, the same bloke as from the old survey and the character game. I've been re-opening his "case files", and am planning on reworking it, hence the recent fixation.
Edit: Yes, I finally decided to add Art into the mix, inspired by Etoile's two-person usage of the survey. To make a new one with both of them would be highly redundant, but to put Art alone would not do their interactions justice.
1. What is your full name?
Vincente Jarvis is the name, and sleuthing's the game.
You always say that, you know?
Then maybe I've finally a catchphrase. But you've yet to answer.
*sigh* Arthur Simon Dyers. Art.
2. Do you have any nicknames? If so, what are they? How do you feel about them?
Nope, don't really have any.
Well, there's Art, of course. I think it's fine? I don't really worry about it.
Do our little literary nicknames count?
What? Oh, you mean -
You know, George, Peter, and all that -
No, I don't think they count. They're only one-off.
3. When were you born? How old are you now? (Pretending the survey is taken in present day, that is; the story is set in about 2010.)
26 March, 1979; I just turned thirty-three last week.
8 June 1985. I'm twenty-six.
Will be twenty-seven this year.
I can add that on my own, thank you.
But you didn't.
Yes, but... you know, we really ought to move to the next question.
4. Where were you born? Do you still live there?
Ferrara, Italy. I went to London for uni (my grandfather was English, and I've always wanted to live in London since I was a child). Now, I live in a terraced house in Notting Hill.
Born in London, still live there. Different districts throughout time, but still the same city.
You lucky blighter.
5. How would you describe your body (this includes things like height, weight, build, etc.)?
I'd say I'm a bit slight. About five feet three, maybe?
Six feet tall, a bit on the skinny side.
You dwarf me in comparison.
Or you make me look like a beanpole.
You are a beanpole.
6. What color is your hair? How is it styled?
Brown hair, and it curls in any direction whatsoever it wishes.
Dark brown hair, and not really styled, I guess.
You comb it back.
Does that count? Oh, yeah, for a bloke who never combs his hair, it does.
*chuckles* We'll never get this done, at this rate.
7. What color are your eyes?
Art says it's "steel grey", but I think he's being overly poetic.
I wasn't being poetic. I was borrowing a description of Sherlock Holmes. I thought you'd be flattered, or at least recognise the reference.
Of course I did, on both points, but it doesn't justify the edit. My eyes are actually those watery wishy-washy grey-blue things.
Mine are dark brown.
8. Describe your skin/complexion.
The sort of complexion people usually expect from Italians? I've been told it's the only stereotypically Italian thing from my appearance.
I think I'm a bit on the pale side, but not really. I think I'm just average Caucasian.
9. What about your hands?
I don't know. *stares at hands* They're kind of bony, like the rest of me.
My hands are normal. They're hands.
10. Do you have any scars and/or physical handicaps?
My nose is a little crooked, because I broke it when I was a boy. It's the usual sort of childish accident, really - I fell off a tree I was climbing. Now, my nose is slightly bent towards the left.
Yes, it is.
Just a bit. I never noticed it until you mentioned it. Me, I've no scars.
11. Describe your family. How do you feel about them? Are you close to them?
They're generally nice folks. I keep in touch with them, or at least try to. My mum calls me once in a while.
We're normal, I guess. My parents and I meet once in a while. I've an older brother, Jerome, but we're not that close. It might've something to do with the fact he's eight years my senior.
For the record, that's even larger than our age gap.
12. Do you have a best friend? If so, who is it? What is he/she like?
At this point, Art is my best friend.
Oh, thanks, mate.
No, you really are a great friend. You're my Watson, remember?
Yeah, all right, Guillam.
And you're my Smiley, so I guess that makes you my best friend too?
You're too kind.
13. Who are your other friends? What are they like?
Plenty of people from the antiques world, acquaintances from all over... I've friends everywhere.
I have my own little groups of friends, but we're not usually very close. I guess I'm just not quick to get close to people.
If you want us to start name-dropping, well, Art via Jerome knows some famous people -
- not to mention Jerome himself, who acts in the West End -
- and also Topher and Nina Severn, motorcycle racer and his wife, who happens to be Art's cousin.
14. What about other acquaintances? How do you feel about them? How often do you interact with them?
Well, I catch up with Jerome once in a while, although it doesn't happen often due to his being pretty busy. Same with Topher and Nina, since she's now following him all around the world. But Art keeps better touch with them, obviously, so I can just ask him and send them my regards.
You're just too lazy to talk to them.
No, I'm too busy.
Too forgetful. *scoff* Well, I won't go out of my way to actually keep in touch with too many people, but I guess I generally do OK.
15. What makes you laugh? How would you describe your sense of humor?
Lots of things make me laugh, actually. My sense of humour is somewhere between absuridsm and irony - it gets a bit dark or morbid too, sometimes. But, Art insists my sense of humour is "heavily geeky"; I think it's a nice term.
I've been told I'm a bit on the deadpan snarker side. But I like it when Vincente goes all ironic about things, and like most of the lot I know, I like Monty Python.
I love the Dead Parrot sketch too, and Silly Walks.
Silly Walks is awesome. I have a poster of the various walks in my flat.
I would have gotten one, but it really doesn't fit my decor.
16. What are your ambitions? Which is most important?
I think I want to be a writer, at least part-time. To be able to sell my books enough to be a full-time author would be wonderful, though.
I don't know, I'm not very ambitious. This whole Victorian terraced house in London thing was my dream, and now that I've finally managed to get it, I'm not sure what I'm aiming for next. I think it's because I tend to live by the day.
17. How would you describe your philosophy of life?
Maybe that, actually: "Carpe diem" / "seize the day".
I don't think I have a life philosophy. I just... live?
18. Do you have any hobbies? What are they?
Lots of hobbies, actually, and increasingly obscure. First of all, my job specialising in antique pocket-watches started out as a hobby. And since I've taken restoring the clockwork, I've gotten around to small automata and music-boxes as well. Also, you can say sleuthing is a hobby of mine, although I'm a petty detective: I won't take actual criminal cases. Those are for the coppers.
I like reading, and I try writing once in a while. Like most of everyone, I watch football sometimes, but I'm not a massive fan.
Art also gets dragged into my sleuthing from time to time. Don't pretend you don't enjoy it.
I never did.
What, enjoy it?
19. What kind of music do you like? Books? Other forms of entertainment?
I like oldies music, the pop-rock sort you hear ages ago. Seventies and eighties music I rather like. A bit partial to the violin, too (one: my mother's family are luthiers; two: Sherlock Holmes). Books, I like old books, especially from the Victorian Era (sometimes, you can find first edition prints of those on my shelves). But, I don't watch the telly much - people consider me rather eccentric for not even owning one, but I say it really doesn't match the rest of my decor.
I like anything, I guess. I'm not into rap, or heavy metal, but otherwise I'll listen to anything. In reading, I like almost anything too, as long as it's in good taste and nothing too brutal or explicit. I'm not squeamish, but I don't like them; they're just... not in good taste. And, well, I watch the news, usually.
How very generic.
Well, unlike you, I think the traditional isn't automatically bad. You have this compulsion to be the most eccentric fellow in a room.
That's an ENTP to you. And he's an ISTJ, folks.
20. Describe the way you dress. Do you like it, or do you wish you dressed differently?
I have my own idiosyncratic mix of the usual classic Londoner look, peppered liberally with anachronisms such as waistcoats or, well, my pocket-watches.
"Idiosyncratic". You're really becoming British; you've mastered our art of understatement. Well, I dress classic urban-dweller. I do have to look smart if I want my students to listen to me.
21. What is your favorite color?
I have lots of favourite colours. Peacock blue, neon yellow, brass, deep purple... It changes by the day, I guess.
Black, navy blue, emerald green.
Oh, yeah, emerald green. I forgot that one too.
22. What is usually in your pockets/purse/wallet/sack/etc.?
My wallet, spare change, my mobile phone, a pen, and of course that famous pocket-watch (brass, with engraved lid, and a small magnifying lens on the other end of the chain, to anchor it, presently).
I put my wallet in my trouser pocket. I bring my phone on the opposite pocket. Coins are on another pocket entirely, and when I'm teaching, I bring my pen on my breast-pocket.
Not very different, see?
Not very different, except for the fact that I wear my watch on my wrist, instead of my waistcoat or belt. And that I don't carry a magnifying glass.
It's the detective's tool. And also the antiques dealer's tool. It's justifiable.
23. What is your favorite food?
I don't mind food. Long as it's edible, I guess.
My mum makes an excellent gnocchi.
24. Do you have any allergies?
No, not really.
25. Name the first five possessions of yours that come into your head.
Pocket-watch (because we mentioned it a lot already!), ornate mirror, a gramophone, a violin I rarely ever play (I was never that good, and the only two reasons I learned were detailed above), a copy of today's newspaper.
The newspaper made the count?
Don't always nitpick me, Art; answer the question.
Oh, fine. My incredibly common wristwatch, the black leather sofa in my reception area -
*ignores him entirely* - the white marble vase near it... uh, an art deco lamp I got from Vincente, and a folder of newspaper clippings.
I didn't know you keep clippings.
Well, it isn't everyday that we make the papers.
26. What is your most treasured possession? (It's fine if it's on the list above)
I don't have anything I particularly treasure, but I've always had special memories about a little fisherman statuette I keep on my mantelpiece. It's a memento from my first "case".
Oh, that one. Yeah, I remember that, too. I think I'm neutral about my possessions, as well, but if I have to choose one, I really like the large abstract painting I have on my bedroom wall. It's just that good.
27. What is your educational background?
Went to school in Ferrara, of course, then went to uni in London, as detailed above. I studied Art History, then graduated and eased into the antiques business.
Public school, then university, studying Literature.
28. What do you do for a living? What other jobs have you had, if any?
Strictly speaking, I'm living off my Portobello stall now, but time after time I submit bits of writing for a little money. And on several rare occasions, I've received "gifts" after helping people sort out their life's weirdness.
You mean, case payments.
*shrug* You can call it that, if you wish.
Well, I'm an English teacher. I like to try writing too, once in a while, but I've yet to submit anything.
Which is a shame. You're a much better writer than I am.
But you've got all the fancy words. And shut up, I know you just want me to chronicle our adventures.
Well, you are the -
29. Do you have any enemies? Who? Why are they your enemies?
Haha, that's a bit melodramatic, isn't it? I fear my life is a bit duller than that. No, no enemies, or arch-enemies, even though I sort of have a sidekick.
Well, I've no enemies, either.
30. Describe your home. What do you like about it? What do you dislike?
Terraced house, as I said. Door's a few steps up from road level, so I've a lower ground, an upper ground, and a first floor. It's not really that large, actually - lower ground is the kitchen and dining room, upper ground is the sitting-room, and first floor is my bedroom and bathroom. It's a miracle I can even afford to buy it in first place, and I don't have a study (which means that my restorations and merchandise are scattered about the house), but I'm content. I love the fact that it's a Victorian terraced house (and the fireplace, and the bay windows, but that's digressing); I don't really like that it's just a bit cramped, and sometimes drafty.
I live in a high-rise flat, of a very modernist style. It's strikingly different to Vincente's Victorian house - it almost feels like time-travel. I've a reception room - oh, all right, sitting-room - and a kitchen/dining room hybrid. Then, ascend a flight of stairs, and upstairs I've a smaller sitting-room, my bedroom, and a bathroom.
31. What do you consider your best character trait?
My... normalcy? I'm just the common John Q. Public, and it isn't necessarily a bad thing.
You're an Arthur Dent, no pun intended. But, yeah, it isn't necessarily a bad thing.
32. Your worst character trait?
Sometimes, what I consider to be enthusiasm can be read as frivolity or not taking things seriously.
And, I guess sometimes my normalcy can look like boring stiff upper lip.
33. How do you see yourself?
An intelligent eccentric. *grin*
A traditional man, not too stupid myself, and I guess I'm not evil or anything.
34. How do others see you?
Probably an intelligent eccentric? Or an insufferably show-offy eccentric?
Well, I for one see you as an intelligent eccentric, so yeah.
Not at all. And, I think people see me as a classic Brit with stiff upper lip?
A traditional Brit, pretty clever, and self-depreciating.
Why, thank you.
Not at all.
35. What is your favorite childhood memory?
I don't know. I think I rather like the Christmases I spent at my family home back then. Cosy gatherings, not too many people, not too few... Warm times, those. Back when it all seemed so simple.
This sounds weird, but playing pretend with Jerome when I was a child. Even though he was eight years my senior, he always left the storybuilding parts to me, while he would ham out his part as much as he could. It was hilarious - it always was.
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
This message was edited by the author on April 4, 2012 at 8:31:11 AM
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