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Name/Nickname: Molly
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Canon Character and Series: Don Quixote de La Mancha/Man of La Mancha by Mitch Leigh and Joe Darion
In-Game Name: Don Quixote de la Mancha/Alonso Quijano
Age: 57
Gender: male
Position & Ship: Seaman, Winding Way

Appearance: Don Quixote gives the appearance of being more of a scarecrow than a man when first seen. Tall, thin, and lanky, he holds his shoulders back proudly as he walks, the picture of a knight-errant, at least in spirit. His face is long, with a pointed chin, and the hair both on his head and of his beard is grey, though age hasn't thinned it much yet. He smiles easily and often, and his blue eyes are kind, though they burn with the passion and conviction that only the holy and/or the mad possess. Quixote's clothing is humble and much-patched, and consists of a plain white shirt and dark navy breeches, together with scuffed black leather boots that reach to his knees. Over this utilitarian outfit he wears a steel breastplate with more than a few dents in it, a belt with a dull sword hanging from it in a scabbard, and a curious-looking round helmet with a notch in one side. Though it looks to most other people like a brass shaving basin more than anything else, if asked, the Don will gladly tell the story of the Golden Helmet of Mambrino, which he wrested from the hands of an enemy knight and renders its wearer impervious to bodily harm.

Personality: Whether one is talking of Alonso Quijano, the minor noble who laid down his sanity to seek adventure, or of Don Quixote, the noble knight, the first word that likely comes to mind is "earnest". Don Quixote is devoted to his pursuit of knightly ideals, and genuinely loves his code of honor. He advocates it for most anyone, and for him, it certainly seems to do the trick. Eager to always do the right thing, once he's decided to devote himself to a cause or a new quest, he pursues it with an almost fanatical zeal, and will remain committed to his project until it's completed to the best of his abilities. The good knight is honest to a fault, and believes that lying is the last refuge of the coward and the fool. If posed with a question, he will answer directly and oftentimes literally. He has a deep love of philosophy and religious thought, and constantly strives to be a better man than he is, and to in turn inspire those around him. Don Quixote is a one man quest for the unattainable in a world fraught with wickedness and frailty, and his goal is to fight that wickedness wherever it may lie. In general, he assumes the best of other people, and expects them to share his vision for a better life. He sees things not as they are, but "as they should be".

However, he does manage to trip himself up in pursuit of his quest. While honest and in love with the virtues of knighthood, Don Quixote can also come across as vain and a bit proud. He assumes his way of life to be the best, and will chide or chastise anyone who argues with him about it. For him, it is all, and he can't see why anyone else would desire anything but to reach for the stars, even if they can't actually be grasped. Also, while he may be an optimist and see the best in people, his madness does lead him to misinterpret everyday occurrences and things to be what they aren't, such as interpreting a field of windmills to be four-armed giants sent to attack him by his sworn enemy, the Great Enchanter. It's nigh on impossible to dissuade him from such ideas when he's gotten them into his head, and his friends usually end up standing back to watch in a mixture of awe and frustration, and then go to pick him up, dust him off, and set him back on his horse.

Abilities/Weapons: For a man of his age and lack of fighting ability, Don Quixote does moderately well in fights where he has companions who can be around to pick him back up if he falls. He has more enthusiasm than he does talent, but he can smack enemies around a bit, and will do it with true passion. The only weapon that he carries with him is the blunted antique sword that he always wears at his hip. He doesn't hesitate to draw it against those that he perceives to be foes, but it won't actually cut anything, and is more a badge of his perceived office than anything that functions as a real weapon.

How well can your character hack?: Don Quixote refuses to engage in this sort of behavior. He cannot hack at all, and will refuse to do so for any purpose, or to learn how. It's dishonest and rude, particularly for a devoted knight to do, and he will have no part in such things. It's also best not to mention that you've learned a piece of information through hacking, as he might decide to take offense. He will happily use the ship's filters, though, as he does have an understanding of the need for discretion.

Weaknesses: Don Quixote's values are also often his weaknesses. He is eager to prove himself worthy of the title of "knight", and so may actually jump into a fight before he's needed, if he's needed at all. While eager to do right, he's also more zealous than others might like, and will charge into glorious combat. He refuses to fight female opponents, even if they're armed and dangerous, and tends to treat even close female friends as more delicate than they really are. If given the chance, he will stick around after a fight to tend to the wounds of his enemies, which is not always in his best interests. The most immediately obvious weakness of Quixote's, though, is his interpretation of the world around him. He may judge innocuous things to be dangerous, and people or situations that could very well rob him of his possessions or of his life to be as noble and pure of heart as he is.

History: A member of a minor noble family of Ivona, Alonso Quijano lived a fairly quiet life in Melior until recently. He had always had a deep love for the history of his family, and lived in a house filled with mementos of past ages of glory. Alonso did not marry until he was 36, wedding a woman several years his junior with whom he had fallen very much in love. Their union produced a son, but his love died while giving birth, leaving Quijano to raise his son Antonio alone. As devoted a father as he was a husband, Alonso sent his son to the best schools that his estate could afford, and at the age of 17, the young man volunteered for service with the Ivonan military. Antonio advanced to the rank of Lieutenant within three years, and while his father was proud of the hard work that he had put into his career, he was at the same time troubled by the rising number of bloody clashes that were ocurring between Vohemar and Ivona. The soft-hearted man had always been dismayed at the evil and cruelty that he witnessed in the world around him, and shuddered to think of his son killing other people whose only crime was being from the wrong side of the continent. Nevertheless, he supported Antonio in his choices, and was crushed when his son and only heir died in a military conflict in the Badlands six months ago.

Alonso sank into a deep depression, shutting himself in his library for days on end and seeing no one except the housekeeper. With much time to study his beloved books, he would read for hours, searching for answers, or indeed for anything which might help him to find meaning in his son's senseless death. He was comforted by stories of Erealian knighthood, with their idealization of the past and their focus on the virtues of the warrior without the callous violence that normally appeared in tales of battle and war. One day, as his housekeeper mournfully puts it, "he read so much that he stopped being sane", and renamed himself Don Quixote de La Mancha, knight-errant and defender of the oppressed. Donning his piecemeal armor and a sword, he set out to singlehandedly rid the world of injustice and despair, his son's memory still fresh in his mind. He would offer his aide to any who might need it, and envisioned himself setting an example for both Ivonans and Vohemaros alike. The new knight certainly did not suffer from any lack of conviction, and dedicated himself to the service of a pure, noble, and entirely imaginary woman named Dulcinea del Taboso.

He hasn't had much luck yet with the knight-errant business, though his spirits do not suffer for it. He has managed to reunite a few lost children with their families and convince an errant landlord or two to treat their tenants more fairly, but beyond that, Don Quixote is still in search of the place where his services will truly be needed. Could it be this wonderful flying castle named the Winding Way that he's heard so much about in his travels?


Third Person (roleplay): "Sir, what are you doing?" the sheperdess asked a little more loudly, curious about the gawky fellow who was currently blocking her path. She needed to get her flock to pasture, but a very strangely dressed man was kneeling in the middle of it, hands folded across his chest and eyes raised to the heavens as if in prayer. She'd already inquired as to his business two or three times, but he seemed not to hear her. Indeed, it was as though he was in another world entirely. The woman glanced at him again, almost feeling as though she were intruding. But it was her family's land, and her family's sheep path, so the other person was technically the intruder, whether he was going to Boston in the fall or not.

His gaze slowly shifted from the clear skies above them to the woman and sheep in front of him, and the man smiled kindly. "Do forgive me, fair chatelaine," he apologized, "but I was in need of a place in which to compose my spirit and to ask for guidance from my lady Dulcinea. Your fine chapel here," he continued, indicating the straggly trees to the left and right, "seemed to be the very place that I was looking for. I have not yet received word from her, but I assure you, it will be soon. I am not interrupting services, am I?" he asked, with a look at the flock of sheep. "If those other good people need places to sit, I would be happy to retire to a back corner of the building and wait for them to be done with their prayers."

Well, he certainly seemed sincere, if nothing else. Mad as a loon, but sincere. And still not moving out of her way. "That would be ideal, Sir..."

"Don Quixote de La Mancha, dear lady. And do not worry, for I take no offense. All should be able to let their troubles be known to their gods. I shall wait."

First Person (journal): I wish to hail the Lord or Lady of this most magnificent of fortresses. Are they about, or might some kind soul direct me to the person to whom I ought to talk in their absence? I am called Don Quixote de La Mancha, knight-errant and most humble servant of the lady Dulcinea, and it is my desire to add my strong arm and my righteous sword to your noble cause.
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