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BioCharacter Name: Havelock Vetinari/Mersole
Series: The Discworld Series by Terry Prachett
Age: 32
Physical Description:
Standing at 6’1”, Vetinari is a man who’s rather on the slim side for his age but blessed with features befitting someone of his status—a passably good looking face, long pianist fingers and an air of grace and control. He has short black hair that is usually kept combed back and out of his face, where he has a very neatly trimmed black goatee, and dark brown eyes.
Havelock’s style of dress tends to depend on his location. When appearing in public or with more dignified company he can always be found in black and dark shades of purple, reasons being that 1) those are colors considered to be stylish and 2) sticking to those saves him from irrelevant things, like putting much thought into what to wear. However, during his time spent in Tartarus he usually tends to favor dark greens and non-descript shades of grey, since they help one to blend into shadows better. He’s given to wearing one ring, perhaps two, if he feels the occasion really calls for extravagant ornamentation. He has a scar on his right leg and walks with an ebony cane, though only in public.
Personality:
Havelock Vetinari is very serious and intelligent young man whose ambitions are carefully guarded with a businesslike attitude and a creative mind that’s able to accomplish his main goal, along with several other useful things along the way, without most people realizing. He exudes an air of slight impatience and danger, which leaves the average person feeling uncomfortable in his presence—people often tell him things just because the silence between them is unbearable. It’s impossible to guess what the man is thinking at a given time and it can be safely said that the men plans ahead for just about everything. Vetinari does not joke, though he his prone to sarcasm, and favors the motto Si non confectus, non reficiat (If it ain't broke, don't fix it). However, at the same time, this means that it something is not working then it should be dealt with quickly and efficiently, and making things work seems to be this man’s hobby. He cares little for the social functions of the wealthy and prefers to do something more useful with his time, but if something were to ever work for his benefit it can be assured that Havelock would be there.
As Patrician, Vetinari enjoys mild forms of torment that help intimidate people just a little more—for instance, he has a clock that ticks off time ( “tick... tick... tickTOCK... tick........................tock”) and has an extensive information network where he tends to know more than anyone ever imagines that he does. People aren’t requested to make him for Vetinari—they are informed that they have appointments with the Patrician.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry:
Vetinari considers his greatest talent to be that he understands people—he understands how they think, what they want, what they’re going to do and exactly how he can use all this to get what he wants. Communication, whether with words, actions or a lack of either is one of his greatest assets, and he considers his motivations to be completely transparent. Consequently, this means either you can see right through them, or you can’t see them at all. While not, physically, the strongest of men, he considers himself to be strong enough and has been known to ‘move like a snake,’ though very few that were witness to this have been in any condition to speak about it later. No one can remember what weapons he studied in school, since languages and literature was his preferred subjects, but if one were even in a situation where Vetinari removed the long knife hidden in his cane they would see just how well-practiced he is with it.
Weaknesses:
Being too awesome.
(Havelock also has a small weakness for animals, dogs in particular—he largely considers them to be much more tolerable and interesting than humans, and all-around more intelligent.)
History:
Havelock Vetinari was born to Bernard Vetinari and Florence Cache. Florence and her sister Roberta came from an upper-middle class family, but where Roberta married into the Noble House of Meserole, Florence married Bernard Vetinari, a no-name sailor who made port in Epidarus when he wasn’t running goods from place to place on his ship. Marrying into such a lower social class effectively severed Florence’s ties from her family, save her sister, from who she received the occasional letter.
Vetinari spent his early years living in Epidarus, tutored by his mother when she wasn’t managing a small inn for sailors, or making short trips on his father’s ship. He was always a somewhat serious child, far ahead of most his age in terms of reading and common sense, but his parents didn’t see anything wrong with it and encouraged him to learn as much as he could. Shortly after his fifth birthday, Havelock and his mother received word that his father’s ship had been caught in a storm while sailing around the Sanzu and had been blow directly into it, destroying the ship and drowning his father. Florence fell into such a state of grief she was bed-ridden for weeks, and when she caught a virus her body wasn’t ready to combat it and she passed away. Havelock’s Aunt Roberta, already a widow by this time, paid to be a very well-informed woman and it was less than a week before she arrived to pick up her nephew. He was brought to her home in Dubrovnik and was quickly and quietly adopted as a Meserole, with any and all traces of where he’d come from eradicated. Roberta was intrigued by her young, stoic nephew and his above-average intelligence, so she waited a little while before she enrolled him in the Faustus Academic Institute of Learning. Although he tested into a grade that was far above his age-level both she and Havelock insisted that he be placed with other children his own age, and so he entered in at the third grade level.
Being with his age-peers did little to improve Havelock’s popularity amongst the other children—his demeanor as well as his sudden, strange appearance set him apart for a number of years before he started to get picked on for other reasons, such as his small build or his studiousness. His nickname throughout most of his school years was Dog-Bother, since his presence could send even street dogs running, though most didn’t give consideration to the fact that the dogs might get something that they weren’t picking up on. Teachers didn’t particularly care for his attitude, but they couldn’t complain since he didn’t make trouble and he actually did all of his work on time. After his admission to St. Faustus University, during an excursion to the beach with several classmates, Havelock was hit in the leg by a stray bullet from an escaped prisoner and was forced to walk with a cane due to a limp after the leg healed.
Graduating within the upper-percentile of his class, Havelock almost immediately set sail for a two-year trip around all of the islands, funded by his aunt so that he could learn more about the world and its people. He sailed with only a handful of close attendants on a small ship known as The A’Tuin and traveled under his father’s name so that he could avoid causing a scene with his name and the rank that was attached to it. He spent weeks in major cities or walking over the entirety of the islands, taking a particular interest in the northern islands of Hell’s Eyes and the culture of the people there. The chaos and poverty struck him, though not in a sympathetic way—the best way he could describe it was that it annoyed him. After all, it seemed like there was a lot to be done and no one was stepping up to the plate to do it. However, when he was 23, he returned to his Aunt Roberta’s home where she made little time of introducing her nephew into her various political and social circles, which she was very involved in.
Two years later, Roberta Meserole shocked the upper-classes by stepping down from her position as the representative chair on the Council and appointing her nephew and heir, Havelock, as her replacement. At twenty-five, no one considered him a proper representative for a noble house, but Havelock was admitted none the less. It didn’t take long, however, for Havelock to become fed up with the Council’s inability to solve most things and concentrate only on what was good for them individually, and began to work in the Illyrian underground circles under the name of Vetinari, supplying goods from the wealthier islands and gaining alliances through various means. It didn’t take long for him to develop a loyal set of followers, and a year later he established himself as the head of the Illyrian mafia and adopted the title of “The Patrician.” At the same time, Princess Azula was petitioning with her father to be named heir to the throne, and Havelock Meserole was a clear supporter of this, which did not earn Havelock many popularity points among the other council members.
When the north and south broke out in war, Havelock amused himself by playing both sides—Havelock Meserole, loyal supporter of the troops and strategist, and Vetinari, the head of the mafia that saw to it that weapons came in and food and medicine were supplied for the people. It was inevitable, he knew, that the north would win this round, but providing what people needed and not in a way where people couldn’t get out of debt won over quite a great deal of loyalty as well as connections. Vetinari is infamous in the northern islands for being rare to spot, but quick to get things done, while Havelock is simply a highly intelligent young heir to the Meserole family, and just as odd as his Aunt Bobbi.
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Series: The Discworld Series by Terry Prachett
Age: 32
Physical Description:
Standing at 6’1”, Vetinari is a man who’s rather on the slim side for his age but blessed with features befitting someone of his status—a passably good looking face, long pianist fingers and an air of grace and control. He has short black hair that is usually kept combed back and out of his face, where he has a very neatly trimmed black goatee, and dark brown eyes.
Havelock’s style of dress tends to depend on his location. When appearing in public or with more dignified company he can always be found in black and dark shades of purple, reasons being that 1) those are colors considered to be stylish and 2) sticking to those saves him from irrelevant things, like putting much thought into what to wear. However, during his time spent in Tartarus he usually tends to favor dark greens and non-descript shades of grey, since they help one to blend into shadows better. He’s given to wearing one ring, perhaps two, if he feels the occasion really calls for extravagant ornamentation. He has a scar on his right leg and walks with an ebony cane, though only in public.
Personality:
Havelock Vetinari is very serious and intelligent young man whose ambitions are carefully guarded with a businesslike attitude and a creative mind that’s able to accomplish his main goal, along with several other useful things along the way, without most people realizing. He exudes an air of slight impatience and danger, which leaves the average person feeling uncomfortable in his presence—people often tell him things just because the silence between them is unbearable. It’s impossible to guess what the man is thinking at a given time and it can be safely said that the men plans ahead for just about everything. Vetinari does not joke, though he his prone to sarcasm, and favors the motto Si non confectus, non reficiat (If it ain't broke, don't fix it). However, at the same time, this means that it something is not working then it should be dealt with quickly and efficiently, and making things work seems to be this man’s hobby. He cares little for the social functions of the wealthy and prefers to do something more useful with his time, but if something were to ever work for his benefit it can be assured that Havelock would be there.
As Patrician, Vetinari enjoys mild forms of torment that help intimidate people just a little more—for instance, he has a clock that ticks off time ( “tick... tick... tickTOCK... tick........................tock”) and has an extensive information network where he tends to know more than anyone ever imagines that he does. People aren’t requested to make him for Vetinari—they are informed that they have appointments with the Patrician.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry:
Vetinari considers his greatest talent to be that he understands people—he understands how they think, what they want, what they’re going to do and exactly how he can use all this to get what he wants. Communication, whether with words, actions or a lack of either is one of his greatest assets, and he considers his motivations to be completely transparent. Consequently, this means either you can see right through them, or you can’t see them at all. While not, physically, the strongest of men, he considers himself to be strong enough and has been known to ‘move like a snake,’ though very few that were witness to this have been in any condition to speak about it later. No one can remember what weapons he studied in school, since languages and literature was his preferred subjects, but if one were even in a situation where Vetinari removed the long knife hidden in his cane they would see just how well-practiced he is with it.
Weaknesses:
Being too awesome.
(Havelock also has a small weakness for animals, dogs in particular—he largely considers them to be much more tolerable and interesting than humans, and all-around more intelligent.)
History:
Havelock Vetinari was born to Bernard Vetinari and Florence Cache. Florence and her sister Roberta came from an upper-middle class family, but where Roberta married into the Noble House of Meserole, Florence married Bernard Vetinari, a no-name sailor who made port in Epidarus when he wasn’t running goods from place to place on his ship. Marrying into such a lower social class effectively severed Florence’s ties from her family, save her sister, from who she received the occasional letter.
Vetinari spent his early years living in Epidarus, tutored by his mother when she wasn’t managing a small inn for sailors, or making short trips on his father’s ship. He was always a somewhat serious child, far ahead of most his age in terms of reading and common sense, but his parents didn’t see anything wrong with it and encouraged him to learn as much as he could. Shortly after his fifth birthday, Havelock and his mother received word that his father’s ship had been caught in a storm while sailing around the Sanzu and had been blow directly into it, destroying the ship and drowning his father. Florence fell into such a state of grief she was bed-ridden for weeks, and when she caught a virus her body wasn’t ready to combat it and she passed away. Havelock’s Aunt Roberta, already a widow by this time, paid to be a very well-informed woman and it was less than a week before she arrived to pick up her nephew. He was brought to her home in Dubrovnik and was quickly and quietly adopted as a Meserole, with any and all traces of where he’d come from eradicated. Roberta was intrigued by her young, stoic nephew and his above-average intelligence, so she waited a little while before she enrolled him in the Faustus Academic Institute of Learning. Although he tested into a grade that was far above his age-level both she and Havelock insisted that he be placed with other children his own age, and so he entered in at the third grade level.
Being with his age-peers did little to improve Havelock’s popularity amongst the other children—his demeanor as well as his sudden, strange appearance set him apart for a number of years before he started to get picked on for other reasons, such as his small build or his studiousness. His nickname throughout most of his school years was Dog-Bother, since his presence could send even street dogs running, though most didn’t give consideration to the fact that the dogs might get something that they weren’t picking up on. Teachers didn’t particularly care for his attitude, but they couldn’t complain since he didn’t make trouble and he actually did all of his work on time. After his admission to St. Faustus University, during an excursion to the beach with several classmates, Havelock was hit in the leg by a stray bullet from an escaped prisoner and was forced to walk with a cane due to a limp after the leg healed.
Graduating within the upper-percentile of his class, Havelock almost immediately set sail for a two-year trip around all of the islands, funded by his aunt so that he could learn more about the world and its people. He sailed with only a handful of close attendants on a small ship known as The A’Tuin and traveled under his father’s name so that he could avoid causing a scene with his name and the rank that was attached to it. He spent weeks in major cities or walking over the entirety of the islands, taking a particular interest in the northern islands of Hell’s Eyes and the culture of the people there. The chaos and poverty struck him, though not in a sympathetic way—the best way he could describe it was that it annoyed him. After all, it seemed like there was a lot to be done and no one was stepping up to the plate to do it. However, when he was 23, he returned to his Aunt Roberta’s home where she made little time of introducing her nephew into her various political and social circles, which she was very involved in.
Two years later, Roberta Meserole shocked the upper-classes by stepping down from her position as the representative chair on the Council and appointing her nephew and heir, Havelock, as her replacement. At twenty-five, no one considered him a proper representative for a noble house, but Havelock was admitted none the less. It didn’t take long, however, for Havelock to become fed up with the Council’s inability to solve most things and concentrate only on what was good for them individually, and began to work in the Illyrian underground circles under the name of Vetinari, supplying goods from the wealthier islands and gaining alliances through various means. It didn’t take long for him to develop a loyal set of followers, and a year later he established himself as the head of the Illyrian mafia and adopted the title of “The Patrician.” At the same time, Princess Azula was petitioning with her father to be named heir to the throne, and Havelock Meserole was a clear supporter of this, which did not earn Havelock many popularity points among the other council members.
When the north and south broke out in war, Havelock amused himself by playing both sides—Havelock Meserole, loyal supporter of the troops and strategist, and Vetinari, the head of the mafia that saw to it that weapons came in and food and medicine were supplied for the people. It was inevitable, he knew, that the north would win this round, but providing what people needed and not in a way where people couldn’t get out of debt won over quite a great deal of loyalty as well as connections. Vetinari is infamous in the northern islands for being rare to spot, but quick to get things done, while Havelock is simply a highly intelligent young heir to the Meserole family, and just as odd as his Aunt Bobbi.
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