Percival

.: B A S I C S :.

.: Name :.

Percival Martin Barlow

.: Nickname(s) :.

Percy

.: Gender :.

Male

.: Age :.

38

.: Species :.

Anthropomorphic cat (Bombay X Bengal mix)

.: Birthday :.

March 14th

.: Orientation :.

Nobody knows.

TL;DR profile:

Quiet, stern but polite. Works in a cemetery after escaping an attack on his rich but morally questionable family. Still enjoys fancy things, a tad paranoid, and probably drinks too much.

.: A P P E A R A N C E :.

He has a fairly impressive height of around 6'3'' and he's marginally overweight. He has slightly curly, raggedy, dark grey fur, lighter grey on his muzzle and the underside of his tail, black eartips, and a few dapples of black on his back and tail. He has short black hair and scruffy eyebrows, and his eyes are dark green. He has some longer fur on his chin that somewhat resembles a beard.

He likes to dress fancy; suits, waistcoats, and expensive jackets are his favourite things, and his clothes are usually dark, muted colours, possibly to hide the dirt and stains on them. He wears scarves a lot, occasionally even in summer. He has small rounded-rectangular glasses. He sometimes wears gloves, he doesn't like getting his hands dirty while digging.

Younger version and alternate (non-canon) forms:

.: P E R S O N A L I T Y :.

.: Positive Traits :.

Honest • Adaptable • Mild-mannered

.: Negative Traits :.

Pessimistic • Nosy • Somewhat morose

A fairly quiet man who'll probably seem distant, but he's not unpleasant to talk to once you get him going. He doesn't trust people easily and is prone to bouts of grumpiness or melancholy, but he's generally polite and reliable enough to make up for it. His favourite pastimes are reading horror novels, practicing his violin, and playing chess. He's stern and honest, preferring not to sugar-coat anything, but he won't deliberately try to hurt anyone's feelings. He's a hard worker and does what he needs to do without much complaint, though he thoroughly enjoys dozing and relaxing by an open fire with a good book.

If you make yourself seem particularly untrustworthy to him, he'll poke his nose into everything you do in an attempt to find out what you're up to.

There's another side to his personality that not many people get to see; a more posh, outgoing, and noticeably flirtatious side that still remains after years of him trying to separate himself from his early life. However, despite his occasional teasing, he's quite romantically withdrawn. Unlike his teenage self, who had no less than 5 relationships over the years, he's very uncertain when it comes to partners. He wonders if he'd enjoy being a father someday, but partly doesn't trust himself with children and partly believes he's too old.

His favourite food is roast chicken - although he eats pretty much everything - and his favourite colour is cobalt blue. His favourite music tends to be 50's-60's rock.

.: B A C K S T O R Y :.

He was born in New Stocksthern into a rich family, pampered by his parents and all their friends and relatives. There was always one thing that was expected of him - that he would take over the family business in the future. He wasn't very interested in it, but he kept quiet so not to disappoint anyone. After all, he owed it to them for letting them spoil him so much. He learned to play the violin at a young age and still practices to this day, though his habits weren't all good ones; he was noted to be a tippler even as a teenager, though this could be explained by his "wild", party-going nature.

As he grew up, he began to learn that his family's "respectable" business was far less ethical than he was raised to believe. He became more wary of them, starting to understand why some people seemed so unfriendly towards them. When he was 18, a few days before his 19th birthday, a dangerous gang that his mother had supposedly made a deal with ended up breaking into their house.

Percival was in his bedroom when it happened, completely oblivious until he head the sounds of crashing and yelling from the living room. He went to investigate and could hardly see what was going on through the commotion, but his father emerged and - while shoving a briefcase into his hands - told him to run away and take the next train out of town. He hesitated, but fled in fear as he noticed someone aiming a pistol to his father's head. He assumed that his sister had also escaped.

He took the train to Elmridge and found a place to stay using the money that was in the briefcase. He got a job around a month later; a local funeral home and cemetery was very short on staff, and after some sneaky persuasion they let him work for them. It was hardly his dream job, but over the years he got used to shovelling corpses and even found some morbid amusement in it. He left behind almost everything about his childhood, only keeping two things: his love for fancy stuff, and the paranoia that there's still someone looking for him, hoping to take out what could be the last of the Barlows. He also completely abandoned his last girlfriend, something that he feels bad about but believes it was best for his safety.

He's no longer a snotty rich kid, he's just Percy the Grave Digger, and he seems completely fine with that - as long as he has some whiskey and a book to bury his nose in. He likes to do night shifts, enjoying the darkness and solitude.

.: R E L A T I O N S H I P S :.

.: Mother :.

Marianne Barlow

see Jason's info

.: Father :.

Jason Barlow

Though he was rather coddled by his parents, he no longer trusts them. He hopes they survived the attack, but wants to hide from them for his own safety. A part of him longs to feel loved by them again, but his own fear stops him from making contact with them.

.: Siblings :.

Natalia Barlow (Sister)

He often wonders where his sister went, and if she's alive. Out of all his family members, she's the one he'd be the least afraid to meet again. They got along fine as children, though they bickered a little.

.: Friends :.

Hartley Wright

Hartley often passes through the cemetery at night, and they'll talk about their day and maybe play a round of chess or head inside for poker. Percy knows that Hartley isn't quite natural, but hasn't figured out that it's vampirism - or he has, but isn't sure if he believes in vampires.

.: Other :.

Heather Watson (Ex-girlfriend)

Heather was the first person that Percival started to develop a more "meaningful" relationship with, though it was cut short due to him having to leave town.

.: P L A Y L I S T :.

>> HERE <<

.: N O T E S :.

- He has a car. It's a dark blue Daimler Sovereign.

- He's left handed.

Considerably more useless notes:

- His eyesight wouldn't be so terrible if he'd worn his glasses when he got them as a teenager. He thought they ruined his "coolness".

- His second favourite alcohol is rum. He'll drink it as a change from whiskey sometimes.

- He has a habit of writing in entirely uppercase and he occasionally struggles with spelling.

- He's not a very good cook. He lives on expensive restaurant food and ready meals.

- According to myself, he "probably smells of earth and faint decay, and whiskey".

- My friends keep romanticising him pls help me

.: V O I C E  R E F E R E N C E :.

https://youtu.be/EhLdKJnY194 at 2:10 - 2:42