Random
I never was a fucking saint. I'd never claim that. If there's a crime I haven't committed or a law I haven't broken, I don't know what the fuck it is. But there's something different about sitting back with something else behind your eyes, something that isn't you but it is you, and you watch it commit atrocities and chuckle about it. And you know you're doing it, you know that you could stop it, but you just don't want to. And then all your memories rush back in waves and suddenly you know you'll never be a king of anything anymore. You're not fucking qualified. All that you're qualified for is serving as a gigantic middle finger to the people who want to make the world better by tearing individuals apart. All that you can be is a flag and a flare. Anyway. What was your question? Would I go back to Arcadia? No. No fucking way.
Name: Random
Titles: King of Amber (former), Prince of Amber, the Jester (former), Old Man Trouble (former), Six-fingered Jack (former), Lord of Arcadia (former).
Rules: Nothing, currently.
Height: 5'6" Weight: 128 lbs
Hair color: Blond Eye color: Blue
Distinguishing marks: None.
Appearance: He's a little guy, wiry, tightly coiled and always seeming on the brink of movement. He has small, sharp features and laugh lines around his lips and eyes that suggest he enjoys smiling, although he hasn't smiled nearly as much lately as he used to. Longish curly blond hair teases at the collar of his shirt (when he bothers wearing a collared shirt), about the only soft thing left of Random. His eyes are light and piercing, despite a haunted quality that hasn't yet left them. He tends to dress casually, though he likes soft fabrics and bright colors.
Colors: Red, yellow and brown
Symbol: A pair of dice, marked for sixes.
Personality: Currently, Random is a bundle of contradictions. The smart-mouthed kid who would stab someone in the back for insulting his family (or just to jump a queue) is still there underneath, visible in a turn of phrase or a tightening of the mouth or how easily violence still comes to him, despite his efforts to put that behind him. On the other hand, he has a maturity and a wisdom that came from years as Amber's king, from the influence of his beloved Vialle, and from the horrors that still play behind his eyes when he tries to sleep. Random's not a quiet man, but he doesn't like to talk about things that are important. He'd rather shoot the shit and bottle the worries and sidle out of view.
Parentage: Oberon and Paulette.
Age: Unknown. Most likely over six thousand years old.
Known siblings: Osric (deceased), Finndo (deceased), Benedict (deceased), Eric (deceased), Corwin (deceased), Caine (deceased), Deirdre (deceased), Fiona (deceased), Bleys (deceased), Brand (deceased), Florimel (deceased), Delwin (deceased), Sand (deceased), Julian (deceased), Gerard, Dalt (deceased), Coral and perhaps numerous others.
Known children: Martin (deceased), Nightingale, Constancy (from his time as the Jester).
Known agents: None. He may have some, but if he does, no one has found out about them. Most people believe him when he says he's out of the political arena for good, which means the only people who work for him are the gardener, housekeeper and cook at his villa in Shadow.
Random as Parent: Random's tragedy is that he never got the chance to truly raise his children. He missed out purposefully on his son Martin, and tried to make up for it years later, with a grown son who had found a father figure elsewhere. In the case of the Jester's children, while they are biologically Random's, Random feels as if he were not exactly behind the wheel of what was going on there, either, though guilt and responsibility hound him to try to form relationships now with any of them who will forgive the things he did before his transformation. If he were to have a child now, he would likely overcompensate in the direction of being incredibly over-protective, hands-on, loving, trying to do everything right and constantly afraid of losing his son or daughter. For those children he already has, he will be making casual feelers, trying first to kindle something like friendship before he tries to be anything like a dad.
Random as Employer: Currently, he's a pretty casual boss, but he doesn't have too many employees so it's a little hard to tell. There are horror stories of what the Jester was like, and then there are the memories of a fairly laissez-faire but still highly effective king. For right now, he seems to have few expectations and to be perfectly willing to talk about it. The only thing he isn't is open and all that friendly. He holds himself removed from the people who work for him, and while he is happy to give them time off for family, he doesn't ask to see baby pictures.
Random as Friend: This, too, has changed somewhat from what his old friends and family remember. A boisterous outgoing man fond of cards and jazz and fast women turned somewhat more internal after coming back from being the Jester. He's a better friend, if anything, more considerate, more loyal, a little less abrasive than he used to be. He still likes the high life, he still has a fondness for drink and for gambling, for sailing and flying and hang gliding and just about anything that puts the wind in your hair, and he's happy to share that, and any of his wealth of experience, with his friends. Nonetheless, he has absented himself from felicity and he's always a little afraid that any friend who visits will want to argue about that. He's quiet. He doesn't want to talk about it. It's your ante.
Random Romantically: He gravitates to trashy women, particularly the kind who will make the first move, who will sit on your lap and light your cigarette or blow on your dice. He's mostly not interested in commitments or relationships. He never thought he'd fall in love, back almost two thousand years ago, and he's pretty convinced that Vialle was his one true love and he isn't going to get another. He's fine with that. He'll take companionship when it suits him and leave the cab money on the dresser. He never had a very high opinion of women (Vialle a notable exception) and he has no sexual interest in men.
Name: Random
Titles: King of Amber (former), Prince of Amber, the Jester (former), Old Man Trouble (former), Six-fingered Jack (former), Lord of Arcadia (former).
Rules: Nothing, currently.
Height: 5'6" Weight: 128 lbs
Hair color: Blond Eye color: Blue
Distinguishing marks: None.
Appearance: He's a little guy, wiry, tightly coiled and always seeming on the brink of movement. He has small, sharp features and laugh lines around his lips and eyes that suggest he enjoys smiling, although he hasn't smiled nearly as much lately as he used to. Longish curly blond hair teases at the collar of his shirt (when he bothers wearing a collared shirt), about the only soft thing left of Random. His eyes are light and piercing, despite a haunted quality that hasn't yet left them. He tends to dress casually, though he likes soft fabrics and bright colors.
Colors: Red, yellow and brown
Symbol: A pair of dice, marked for sixes.
Personality: Currently, Random is a bundle of contradictions. The smart-mouthed kid who would stab someone in the back for insulting his family (or just to jump a queue) is still there underneath, visible in a turn of phrase or a tightening of the mouth or how easily violence still comes to him, despite his efforts to put that behind him. On the other hand, he has a maturity and a wisdom that came from years as Amber's king, from the influence of his beloved Vialle, and from the horrors that still play behind his eyes when he tries to sleep. Random's not a quiet man, but he doesn't like to talk about things that are important. He'd rather shoot the shit and bottle the worries and sidle out of view.
Parentage: Oberon and Paulette.
Age: Unknown. Most likely over six thousand years old.
Known siblings: Osric (deceased), Finndo (deceased), Benedict (deceased), Eric (deceased), Corwin (deceased), Caine (deceased), Deirdre (deceased), Fiona (deceased), Bleys (deceased), Brand (deceased), Florimel (deceased), Delwin (deceased), Sand (deceased), Julian (deceased), Gerard, Dalt (deceased), Coral and perhaps numerous others.
Known children: Martin (deceased), Nightingale, Constancy (from his time as the Jester).
Known agents: None. He may have some, but if he does, no one has found out about them. Most people believe him when he says he's out of the political arena for good, which means the only people who work for him are the gardener, housekeeper and cook at his villa in Shadow.
Random as Parent: Random's tragedy is that he never got the chance to truly raise his children. He missed out purposefully on his son Martin, and tried to make up for it years later, with a grown son who had found a father figure elsewhere. In the case of the Jester's children, while they are biologically Random's, Random feels as if he were not exactly behind the wheel of what was going on there, either, though guilt and responsibility hound him to try to form relationships now with any of them who will forgive the things he did before his transformation. If he were to have a child now, he would likely overcompensate in the direction of being incredibly over-protective, hands-on, loving, trying to do everything right and constantly afraid of losing his son or daughter. For those children he already has, he will be making casual feelers, trying first to kindle something like friendship before he tries to be anything like a dad.
Random as Employer: Currently, he's a pretty casual boss, but he doesn't have too many employees so it's a little hard to tell. There are horror stories of what the Jester was like, and then there are the memories of a fairly laissez-faire but still highly effective king. For right now, he seems to have few expectations and to be perfectly willing to talk about it. The only thing he isn't is open and all that friendly. He holds himself removed from the people who work for him, and while he is happy to give them time off for family, he doesn't ask to see baby pictures.
Random as Friend: This, too, has changed somewhat from what his old friends and family remember. A boisterous outgoing man fond of cards and jazz and fast women turned somewhat more internal after coming back from being the Jester. He's a better friend, if anything, more considerate, more loyal, a little less abrasive than he used to be. He still likes the high life, he still has a fondness for drink and for gambling, for sailing and flying and hang gliding and just about anything that puts the wind in your hair, and he's happy to share that, and any of his wealth of experience, with his friends. Nonetheless, he has absented himself from felicity and he's always a little afraid that any friend who visits will want to argue about that. He's quiet. He doesn't want to talk about it. It's your ante.
Random Romantically: He gravitates to trashy women, particularly the kind who will make the first move, who will sit on your lap and light your cigarette or blow on your dice. He's mostly not interested in commitments or relationships. He never thought he'd fall in love, back almost two thousand years ago, and he's pretty convinced that Vialle was his one true love and he isn't going to get another. He's fine with that. He'll take companionship when it suits him and leave the cab money on the dresser. He never had a very high opinion of women (Vialle a notable exception) and he has no sexual interest in men.