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Out of Character Information


player name: Merry
player journal: [personal profile] halflingmerry
playing here: Remus Lupin ([personal profile] lumenrelegandus), Greg Lestrade ([personal profile] raisedplatform)
where did you find us? Aeri ([personal profile] eisdamme)
are you 16 years of age or older?: Yes

In Character Information


character name: James Norrington
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Timeline: Coming from mid-Dead Man's Chest. Disgraced, disillusioned, and plastered.
character's age: 33

powers, skills, pets and equipment: James Norrington was legendarily feared among pirates for his naval skills and swordsmanship. Of course, in Anatole, all he's got are a cheap-ass cutlass and maybe a bathtub. If he manages to scrounge a firearm, he'll… have to make up his mind where to aim it.

canon history:

Gibbs: And what's your story?
Norrington: My story. It's exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a man across the Seven Seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life.
Gibbs: Commodore?
Norrington: No, not anymore! Weren't you listening? I nearly had you all off Tripoli. I would have if not for the hurricane.
Gibbs: Lord… you didn't try to sail through it!
Norrington: So, do I make your crew or not?



personality:

Elizabeth: James Norrington. What has the world done to you?
Norrington: Nothing I didn't deserve.

~ line cut from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, via Screenwriter's Commentary track by Ted Elliot and Terry Rossio


Norrington: Lord Beckett desires the contents of that chest. I deliver it, I get my life back.
Jack: Ah, the dark side of ambition.
Norrington: Oh I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.
[…]
Raggetti: Well, each one wants the chest for himself, don't he? Mr Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honour…


Relationships:

Norrington: It's a curious thing. There was a time when I would have given anything for you to look like that while thinking about me.
Elizabeth: I don't know what you mean.
Norrington: Oh, I think you do.
Elizabeth: Oh, don't be absurd. I trust him, that's all.
Norrington: (derisive laugh. Walks away. Turns back:) So you never wondered how your latest fiancée ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place? (pointed pointed, walks away.)


why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting?

Jack: My compass is unique.
Norrington: "Unique" here having the meaning of "broken".


Writing Samples


Network Post Sample:

Scorchedboxed!
[Your forge is singing.

Badly.]


—gets sober,
Put 'im in a guardroom 'til he gets sober,
Urr-lie in the mor—ning.

Hurraugh and up she rises…


[WHACK— a hand flops out of nowhere and smacks the forgescreen squarely. It gropes for purchase until it scoops up the forge, and with a swooping view along the armswing, you're diving, sir or madame viewer, straight at someone's gaping, chapped, unshaven mouth.

3-2-1 contact. Can't drink this, mate.

He promptly splutters (all over the screen; another charming sight) and yanks the device away from his mouth. So doing, you can finally see his face.

—He's probably looked better. But you'll have to use a bit of your imagination.

He squints at the forge—which damn its eyes isn't a bottle—slurring,]


…hell's the rum gone…?

[then tosses it to the foot of the bed. It lands (mercifully) in the bedclothes, so while it jars, it doesn't break. Then refocuses to an excellent view of what was once a pair of splendid military shoes. And still are, under layers of grime and neglect.

And from somewhere on the other side of the bed, the drawl resumes:]


What do you do with a drunken sailor
Urr-lie in the mor—ning?


Third Person Sample:


Anything else? I'm thinking of letting him be bisexual if the right chemistry arises. …Hey, canon doesn't rule it out. Except insofar as he'd be closeted as hell even from himself. But what happens in Anatole… can't escape from Anatole. However, I could be wrong. We'll see if it seems fitting.

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James Norrington

March 2012

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