gotadream

Mun Name: Ronnie
Journal: nobodyblindedme
Contact Info: futureboy10 (AIM)
Other Characters: Wilbur Robinson

Name: Eugene Fitzherbert, AKA Flynn Rider
From: Tangled
Appearance: A handsome brown-haired young man, with just a touch of facial hair. He's pretty darn fit, and usually wears a blue vest over a white shirt, with plain pants and boots.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Flynn is a rather confident young man, outwardly. He takes risks, is a good speaker has a great sense of humor, and never really seems to be hurt by much. This is, to a degree, a secondary identity. Flynn's jadedness at the world and how it works masks a more sensitive side of him- one that would be deadly in his first trade. There's a part of Flynn that's always been a wide-eyed dreamer, one that empathizes easily with others, and harbors a little guilt at his lifestyle as a rogue. This side, however, had been mostly repressed since childhood, though meeting and falling in love with Rapunzel had rejuvenated it to a large degree.
Backstory: Flynn grew up an orphan, and not an entirely popular one. But there was one thing he was good at, and it was reading. He was a bit ahead of the others in skill, and when he realized this, found stories a great way to escape his current life- reading for himself and to the others, a book- The Tales of Flynnegan Rider. When the years went by, and he was still pretty much as he was- with nothing- he left the orphanage, running off under the assumed name of Flynn Rider. He started small, stealing what he needed to get by, but developed a great talent for it, and his ambitions grew. This all came to a bit of a head when, after stealing the crown of the lost princess, he met Rapunzel, quite by accident. After a rocky start involving enough head-trauma it's a wonder he's not mentally deficient, she ended up with the crown, and made a deal for him to lead her to the lantern celebration and back. Along the way, the two fell in love, and ended up entangled in a game of cat and mouse between the Stabbington Brothers, the palace guard, and Mother Gothel. Flynn ended up nearly-executed, and Rapunzel was captured, but figured out she was the lost princess. Flynn died heroically, freeing Rapunzel from Gothel's clutches by severing her locks... And in her mourning, the last of her healing powers brought her back. He returned her to her parents, there was a huge celebration, and the two happily married. Living the dream, man. Living the dream.
Moral Standing: Chaotic Good
Dreams: Rapunzel was his new dream, but that's the thing about dreams- when you accomplish one, you get to go find a new dream.
Fears: Losing Rapunzel. It used to be death, but that kinda loses its sting after you go through it once.
Extra: Flynn IS the same person he was when I RPed him here in the dressing room era and later
Footnote: Flynn's IC history: He showed up. He freaked out. He adopted Danielle, found the Tower. He lived a pretty okay life, and then Rapunzel showed up, and the three were a pretty happy family. He showed up again, but no Punzie. Shortly after, Punzie showed up but was from /before/ everything happened. They built things up slowly. Shortly after, I lost free time and ended up dropping I_C entirely for a time.
Writing Sample:
…I kinda have two. I wrote one, had a few friends proof it, but a mod said it might be too...odd. To be safe, I wrote another, and to show the extra mile, I have included it after the first.


It was drifting away from him now, the memory. His prior time in the City- both of them- like a barely remembered dream. He rushed home, to the castle, to Rapunzel...
“Rapunzel, I need you to paint me a little girl. On whatever material you have.”
That was the request. A strange one to be sure...
“Eugene, are you alright...?”
“I just got back from an insane journey... But one with a person I don't want to forget. So please... Paint, Rapunzel.”
“...Go on,” she said, gently, going to the corner where her easel and a few canvasses sat... She sat one down on the ledge.
“Her first... form, the one that was like a normal little girl... There were blue eyes. A round face like yours. Well, sort of like yours. I had the feeling it was... a bit flatter, but... Close enough it reminded me of you...”
Her brush moved on the canvas- she was a quicker hand than he was, that was why he'd divided it this way.
“Her hair was long in front, tied in the back. Her clothes were... like nothing I've seen. Short pants, in orange. And a light blue kind of... shirt and robe. It fastened in the front, with metal bits that hooked together... and it had a hood in the back.”
“Form. You say form, you're sure it was one person?” Rapunzel asked, curious.
“Positive. The other... It was like she changed colors and clothes. Her eyes were green, her hair was white... I thought she was an old woman on a quick first glance...”
“How did you meet her?” Rapunzel asked, starting on the second figure...
“...how did I meet her,” he said to himself... “...How did I meet her?”
He couldn't say. It was slipping. So much was slipping, of the grand form.
“...I... don't remember. It was on the streets. I thought she was an old lady, she was twelve. “
“...her clothes, Flynn. You remember that?”
“...Black and white. Gloves. Her... stomach showed, that was strange. Not the insides of it, just the stomach. And it all glowed.”
It was going, now. All of it. Slowly, but it was going.
“...Rapunzel, I... I'm forgetting more of it now.”
She took his hand with the one not busy with the brush...
“It's alright. You... did your best to remember her. I'm sure she'd be happy you tried...”
She continued, she was close now...
The thought occurred to him... the last he'd have while he had an inkling who the girl was.
“...She might be forgetting me right now, too...”
She chuckled, putting the finishing touches on... “You, Eugene? You're pretty unforgettable.... It's done.”
Flynn looked at the painting, with a fond smile... “She's beautiful... what's her name?”




Flynn drifted down the blackness... He'd no idea how long he'd been out as he slowly came to... Cold. It was very, very cold. He stood, shaking his body out... It felt like he'd not moved a rather long time. He noticed his chest was covered in blood... That same spot... But that... that shouldn't be fresh.
You have much to answer for, Flynn Rider...
“...What? Who said that? What is this?”
He looked- beneath him wasn't just a floor. It was a stained glass- a massive image of himself, in a foetal position filled it. Circles in the background showed the Stabbingtons, the guards- the life he had before her, the person he was before her. But, there wasn't time to take all that in now- there were black monsters on all sides. He pulled his frying pan at the ready.
“...Alright, whatever this is, I'm not going to fall...”
He swung at the monsters, hitting them away in groups.... The monsters seemed to regroup, reform... And the more he tried to beat them, and the more they reformed, he realized something... They were looking more and more like himself.
What's the matter, Flynn? Lost your touch?
The monsters had him knocked off his feet now, but one that looked a lot like him was approaching now...
You got soft, kid. In your trade, you can't afford to be soft. That got you killed. And by the grace of God, you were rescued. That's wrong, Flynn Rider. You never really listened to the sermons, but you know that much.
“No,” Flynn said, as the monster approached, summoning a sword of the darkness...
You deny your actions?
“...My name... is... Eugene!”
He brought the pan down on the glass hard, as it shattered... He felt himself falling, falling further- there was a new glass, with a bright light, sunlight shining through it- this one pictured himself, Rapunzel before and after... and the girl he'd taken in in the City. He had a good feeling as he fell... seeming to fall through it, into a blinding light...