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afowlbutlerPLAYER
» Journal: afowlbutler
» Birthdate/Age: November '84; 27
» Characters Played: None for a long-ass time
CHARACTER
» Name:Domovoi Butler
» Fandom: Artemis Fowl
» Reference: http://artemisfowl.wikia.com/wiki/Butler
» Canon Point:
» Gender: Male
» Age: 46 (physically 56):
» Orientation: Asexual, with heterosexual leanings.
Butler has no canon relationships in any of the books besides the all consuming protective one he has with Artemis, his familial relationship with his sister, and the friendships he has forged with various fairy folk and old colleagues. He never brings up any past relationships either, since if any such things existed they'd be well over eighteen years old. Artemis has been the major focus of his life from the day the young master was born.
From a young age, Butler has been a disciple of several rigorous forms of martial arts, in preparation for guarding the next in the Fowl line. Many of his sensei's maxims promoted emotional detachment (mostly to discourage a Butler from forming attachments to the Fowl they serve), which could also apply to detachment from wishing to pursue involvement in relationships, as they could become potentially dangerous and/or disastrous distractions later on.
Even with no canon relationships, he has proven to be a support net for Artemis, offering advice about girls, dating, and communication, especially while Artemis is struggling his way through puberty. This suggests that he does know enough about women to feel comfortable offering his own opinion, rather than referencing what someone else has said.
» Personality: Butler is a soldier, first and foremost. The youngest Butler to ever graduate Madame Ko's Personal Protection Academy (at age 18), he is considered one of the deadliest men in the world, and he knows it. He is a master of a number of forms of martial arts, SAS level marksmanship, cordon bleu cooking, information technology, several languages including lip reading and sign language, and has noted experience in covert operations.
His job, and his main focus in life is to protect his principal, a boy he has guarded from the day he was born, Artemis Fowl II. Whom he has grown quite attached to despite how unprofessional such a connection is; he views Artemis as a sort of little brother or son he'd never had. His secondary focus in life could be considered his little sister Juliet, who he is close to and very protective of.
Most of the time, Butler can be described as the epitome of cool, calm, and collected, both on and off the job. In fact, the only time Butler is not those three things is either when Artemis is in mortal danger, in which time the soldier part of his brain takes over and he will find the shortest, most direct way to get Artemis out of said danger, or when he is dead, or nearly so. This has happened more than once. He is not one for subtlety when Artemis is in the direct line of fire.
One of the few things he's actively wary of is Artemis himself. Or rather, his mind, with his schemes and plans. Which isn't to say that he won't do nearly anything Artemis tells him to. Unsure or not, he trusts Artemis with more than just his life, even when Artemis' orders go against his gut instinct. And that trust, and his overall devotion to his principal shows, in the number of times Butler has died, or had a close brush with death, all for Artemis or one of his 'plans'.
He has a bit of a habit of becoming protective of anyone associated with Artemis, once they've been proven not to be a threat. By association, a number of fairies, especially Holly, Commander Root, and Mulch, have gained his trust and even his friendship through his association with them, especially Root, who he respected as another soldier.
Butler will hold or start cleaning his Sig Sauer in times of stress. It's a comfort thing.
» Appearance: Butler is called a "mountain of a Mud Man" quite frequently throughout the series, and with good reason. He stands at about seven feet tall, very fit and muscled, with a bald shaven head and Eurasian features. His hands are said to be the approximate size and shape of spades, and it is mentioned quite frequently that his bulk and general demeanor is found quite intimidating by those who don't know him.
PB: Michael Chiklis
» Suitability: n/a
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:
[Private ping to Artemis Fowl]
Artemis--
[ERROR: ID not found. Address is invalid.]
[The device is on, he knows its on, recording a slightly off-center video of him and yet he's distracted from it, still taking in the fact that he's here, he's back in this place, and he remembers it clearly as if his time at home means nothing, even though he doesn't know yet how long its been this time since he was last here.
...And Artemis is not with him.
He'd gone home before him, the last time, and had given orders for Butler to follow, to come home, to find him, or else wait for his return, and he had failed at both, allowing himself to be sent away by his master back in their world to go find his sister and now...And now he is back here, and Artemis is not.
His only recourse now, is to wait. Fall back on the most recent orders regarding being here, and wait.
That decided, he seems to shake himself a little, a minute twitch in the corner of his eye as he focuses on the device cradled in his large hands, bringing himself back into the center of the frame.]
Please spare me the island introductions, they won't be needed.
[He isn't afraid per se (as Butlers do not admit to feeling fear, it's a sign of weakness) of asking directly who's still on the island, if and of those he called close are still around, but he is...wary.
But, directness is always the key to quick results. Even if they aren't the easiest.]
Tell me, who has been here the longest? Does anyone happen to recall the name of Artemis Fowl?
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
This was starting to become a little familiar to him, in a vague sort of way. The feeling of sinking into a dream that was more than to a dream, somehow both eighteen years denied of himself and only a few months old at once. A presence in his bed that wasn't just his own that was both alien and familiar at once, as small hands slid over his bare chest, drawing a smile to his face.
A post-coital languor permeated his body, overriding his otherwise sharper senses, making him feel content and almost lazy, in his own way.
"Did I oversleep?" he murmured, not bothering to open his eyes just yet. A quiet laugh and wandering hands were his only answer, the sheet covering them both slowly sliding lower on his body. "We have something to do today, we can hardly spend it in bed, Tar-"
He opened his eyes to give her amused look and froze at the face of Atia, the island's goddess leaning over him and smiling indulgently, hands still beneath the sheets on his body.
Butler woke with a jolt, off the bed and onto the floor in an automatic crouch on his hands in an instant, eyes narrowed and peering at the rest of the room from under the bed, looking for any sign of danger. But there was none, only the familiar looking Grecian room, the decor he must have left behind, to be back here again. Slowly levering himself to his feet, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, ignoring the nudity in favor of staring at the collar, that same strip of black leather, its silver nugget resting at the hollow of his throat. The memories of this place, the island, everything, settled more firmly in his mind and he frowned, turning to get himself dressed and rearmed.
He was back on Atia, and he wanted to know why and who else might still remain. If Artemis was here, finding him was first priority. It always was, and always would be.
» Journal: afowlbutler
» Birthdate/Age: November '84; 27
» Characters Played: None for a long-ass time
CHARACTER
» Name:
» Fandom: Artemis Fowl
» Reference: http://artemisfowl.wikia.com/wiki/Butler
» Canon Point:
» Gender: Male
» Age: 46 (physically 56):
» Orientation: Asexual, with heterosexual leanings.
Butler has no canon relationships in any of the books besides the all consuming protective one he has with Artemis, his familial relationship with his sister, and the friendships he has forged with various fairy folk and old colleagues. He never brings up any past relationships either, since if any such things existed they'd be well over eighteen years old. Artemis has been the major focus of his life from the day the young master was born.
From a young age, Butler has been a disciple of several rigorous forms of martial arts, in preparation for guarding the next in the Fowl line. Many of his sensei's maxims promoted emotional detachment (mostly to discourage a Butler from forming attachments to the Fowl they serve), which could also apply to detachment from wishing to pursue involvement in relationships, as they could become potentially dangerous and/or disastrous distractions later on.
Even with no canon relationships, he has proven to be a support net for Artemis, offering advice about girls, dating, and communication, especially while Artemis is struggling his way through puberty. This suggests that he does know enough about women to feel comfortable offering his own opinion, rather than referencing what someone else has said.
» Personality: Butler is a soldier, first and foremost. The youngest Butler to ever graduate Madame Ko's Personal Protection Academy (at age 18), he is considered one of the deadliest men in the world, and he knows it. He is a master of a number of forms of martial arts, SAS level marksmanship, cordon bleu cooking, information technology, several languages including lip reading and sign language, and has noted experience in covert operations.
His job, and his main focus in life is to protect his principal, a boy he has guarded from the day he was born, Artemis Fowl II. Whom he has grown quite attached to despite how unprofessional such a connection is; he views Artemis as a sort of little brother or son he'd never had. His secondary focus in life could be considered his little sister Juliet, who he is close to and very protective of.
Most of the time, Butler can be described as the epitome of cool, calm, and collected, both on and off the job. In fact, the only time Butler is not those three things is either when Artemis is in mortal danger, in which time the soldier part of his brain takes over and he will find the shortest, most direct way to get Artemis out of said danger, or when he is dead, or nearly so. This has happened more than once. He is not one for subtlety when Artemis is in the direct line of fire.
One of the few things he's actively wary of is Artemis himself. Or rather, his mind, with his schemes and plans. Which isn't to say that he won't do nearly anything Artemis tells him to. Unsure or not, he trusts Artemis with more than just his life, even when Artemis' orders go against his gut instinct. And that trust, and his overall devotion to his principal shows, in the number of times Butler has died, or had a close brush with death, all for Artemis or one of his 'plans'.
He has a bit of a habit of becoming protective of anyone associated with Artemis, once they've been proven not to be a threat. By association, a number of fairies, especially Holly, Commander Root, and Mulch, have gained his trust and even his friendship through his association with them, especially Root, who he respected as another soldier.
Butler will hold or start cleaning his Sig Sauer in times of stress. It's a comfort thing.
» Appearance: Butler is called a "mountain of a Mud Man" quite frequently throughout the series, and with good reason. He stands at about seven feet tall, very fit and muscled, with a bald shaven head and Eurasian features. His hands are said to be the approximate size and shape of spades, and it is mentioned quite frequently that his bulk and general demeanor is found quite intimidating by those who don't know him.
PB: Michael Chiklis
» Suitability: n/a
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:
[Private ping to Artemis Fowl]
Artemis--
[ERROR: ID not found. Address is invalid.]
[The device is on, he knows its on, recording a slightly off-center video of him and yet he's distracted from it, still taking in the fact that he's here, he's back in this place, and he remembers it clearly as if his time at home means nothing, even though he doesn't know yet how long its been this time since he was last here.
...And Artemis is not with him.
He'd gone home before him, the last time, and had given orders for Butler to follow, to come home, to find him, or else wait for his return, and he had failed at both, allowing himself to be sent away by his master back in their world to go find his sister and now...And now he is back here, and Artemis is not.
His only recourse now, is to wait. Fall back on the most recent orders regarding being here, and wait.
That decided, he seems to shake himself a little, a minute twitch in the corner of his eye as he focuses on the device cradled in his large hands, bringing himself back into the center of the frame.]
Please spare me the island introductions, they won't be needed.
[He isn't afraid per se (as Butlers do not admit to feeling fear, it's a sign of weakness) of asking directly who's still on the island, if and of those he called close are still around, but he is...wary.
But, directness is always the key to quick results. Even if they aren't the easiest.]
Tell me, who has been here the longest? Does anyone happen to recall the name of Artemis Fowl?
» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
This was starting to become a little familiar to him, in a vague sort of way. The feeling of sinking into a dream that was more than to a dream, somehow both eighteen years denied of himself and only a few months old at once. A presence in his bed that wasn't just his own that was both alien and familiar at once, as small hands slid over his bare chest, drawing a smile to his face.
A post-coital languor permeated his body, overriding his otherwise sharper senses, making him feel content and almost lazy, in his own way.
"Did I oversleep?" he murmured, not bothering to open his eyes just yet. A quiet laugh and wandering hands were his only answer, the sheet covering them both slowly sliding lower on his body. "We have something to do today, we can hardly spend it in bed, Tar-"
He opened his eyes to give her amused look and froze at the face of Atia, the island's goddess leaning over him and smiling indulgently, hands still beneath the sheets on his body.
Butler woke with a jolt, off the bed and onto the floor in an automatic crouch on his hands in an instant, eyes narrowed and peering at the rest of the room from under the bed, looking for any sign of danger. But there was none, only the familiar looking Grecian room, the decor he must have left behind, to be back here again. Slowly levering himself to his feet, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, ignoring the nudity in favor of staring at the collar, that same strip of black leather, its silver nugget resting at the hollow of his throat. The memories of this place, the island, everything, settled more firmly in his mind and he frowned, turning to get himself dressed and rearmed.
He was back on Atia, and he wanted to know why and who else might still remain. If Artemis was here, finding him was first priority. It always was, and always would be.
