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Character Information
Name: Tybalt Capulet
Canon: Romeo et Juliette by Gérard Presgurvic (specifically 2010 Takarazuka version)
Age: 19
Canon Point: Immediately post "本当の俺じゃない" (It's Not the Real Me) after the masked ball
History: There is little mention in canon of Tybalt's background. His mother was Lady Capulet's sister, thus making him first cousins with Juliet, though he is a few years older than she is. It's mentioned that he's her 'favorite cousin', so it's likely they were raised together, with his love/obsession developing most likely sometime during puberty. The only other background information given is that he has "taken the family's hatred into himself", regarding the Montagues, and that his father took him to a brothel when he was fifteen.
At the beginning of the musical, he's an enthusiastic participant in the opening street brawl, mocking and fighting with the Montagues, especially Benvolio. The Prince refers to Tybalt as the Capulet leader, though it's obvious he means in regards to the brawl rather than of the family as a whole. And the moment the Prince leaves, he spits at Benvolio's feet to prove that even if the Prince has decreed no more bloodshed between the families, Tybalt sure as hell isn't going to respect the Montagues. But then he turns his attentions to Lady Capulet, who had gotten shoved to the ground by her husband in the resulting fray. He helps her up and even half-way listens to her pleading for an end to the hatred. But his attentions are far more on his desires to marry Juliet and that Lady Capulet can help in that matter for him to really care what she's saying.
But then, he walks into the house to see Paris of all people asking Lord Capulet for Juliet's hand in marriage, and worse, Lord Capulet all but agreeing! And then Lord Capulet has the nerve to reprimand him for being testy with Paris? Surly he could see that Juliet deserved better than a fop like Paris. She deserved someone strong, someone who would be dedicated to her, and who was already on the Capulet's side. Someone like himself! But no, Lord Capulet dismissed him and his concerns entirely. And Lady Capulet was no help. Worse, she seemed to approve of the match. Why then had he been carrying on the affair, which had long since become boring in his mind, if she wouldn't help him get Juliet?
The only consolation was that at the masked ball that night, Juliet seemed to have as little interest in a marriage to Paris as he did. And he was all too happy to help her stay away from him, but it was a big party and she managed to slip away from him as well. So he focused his attentions on finding her. It was a big ball after all, and who knew what sort of disreputable men might be there trying to corrupt his perfect Juliet? And of course, because he's pretty sure the universe is out to get him, Tybalt did finally catch sight of her, across the room, standing far too close and laughing a bit too much with a young man Tybalt did not immediately recognize. By the time he'd managed to make his way across the room, it was obvious the young man was being far too familiar with Juliet, and worse, she was letting him! And then the cad had the indecency to try to run when Tybalt insisted to know who he was! A quick scuffle ripped the other man's mask off, and even Tybalt was surprised to discover it was Romeo Montague! Tybalt immediately pulled his knife, intent on making Romeo pay for his insult in blood there and then. But Lord Capulet said no, and before Tybalt could press his case, Romeo - and his two friends who'd also managed to sneak in without Tybalt noticing - fled.
Worse, Lord Capulet reprimanded him again, publicly this time, when all he'd wanted to do was protect Juliet and the family's honor from the hated Montagues. And Juliet had foolishly set her eyes on someone even worse than Paris!
Personality: The most obvious thing anyone may notice about Tybalt is that he has a bit of an anger problem. Maybe quite a bit of an anger problem. He's quick to take offense, quick to assume people are attacking him, and in general quick to assume the worst of situations. And he's very quick to pull his knife if he feels he's threatened or insulted. Or because he likes the feel of it in his hand. He might have a bit of an unreasonable attachment to the thing.
Thing is, deep down, most of Tybalt's anger is born of frustration. He's taken his family's hatred of the Montagues and truly made it his own, to much greater degree than even Lord Capulet himself. But that is how Tybalt is. He feels things very strongly and to extremes. The problem is, there's little outlet for his hatred. Oh sure, there are street brawls with the Montague scum, and those help, but it never seems quite enough. He always feels like there should be something more, if he could just actually kill a Montague (preferably Benvolio, or Romeo), things would somehow be right. But someone always breaks up the brawls before it gets to that point, and so it becomes a cycle of anger fermenting into simmering frustration before breaking out again in anger.
It doesn't help that he's currently being thwarted in his greatest desire - to marry his younger cousin Juliet. He loves her, or at least he thinks his does, but Tybalt can't feel anything in moderation, so his love for her is more in line with what most people would consider obsession. And yet despite his obvious (to him) devotion to her, her parents wish her betrothed to Paris instead! But he can't lash out in anger, because there is no one to lash out at. He's not fool enough to lash out at Lord Capulet, or Paris for that matter. So once again, his frustration just simmers, and he works to keep Juliet in the dark about the intensity of his feeling for her.
Mind you, his obsessive love for Juliet has not stopped him from bedding many of the other girls of the Capulet household, up to and including Lady Capulet herself. Granted, his affair with Lady Capulet had been with the intention of getting her support regarding marrying Juliet, but that seems to have backfired, and he's long since tired of her charms. To be fair, no woman's charms really hold his interest, but he has a certain animal magnetism and attractiveness that has never failed to get him bed partners even though more or less everyone (sans Juliet, and perhaps her mother) knows he's just using them. Then again, he never pretends it's anything else, so perhaps the honesty is refreshing.
Camp Information
Parent: Ares. It's hard to imagine a different godly parent for Tybalt. He's a fighter, first and formost, very much a child of a war god but without the forethought and strategy that might make him Athena's son. He's also very much defined by his hatred towards the Montagues, and by his hair-trigger temper. He also tends to get upset/confused by problems that can't be solved by direct action - preferably direct action that involves stabbing his knife into someone's gut.
Skills: Enhanced stamina, intimidation, weapon proficiency
Appearance: N/A
Samples
First Person/Journal Sample: All right, the rest of this place may be a complete waste of time, but at least you all have the right idea about some things.
[The view pulls back to show Tybalt contemplating the edge of a celestial bronze xiphos.]
The weapons here are exceedingly high caliber. I'd never thought bronze could hold this sort of edge.
[He stares at the xiphos a bit longer before returning it to the rack and drawing the dagger from his belt.]
But I've always said I didn't need anyone or anything except my knife. Swords are nice and all, but a real man isn't afraid to get right up in his foe's pathetic face. And I'm bored right now. Any one feel man enough to try to take me on? It's not quite as much fun as cutting up those Montague bastards, but it's better than wasting time on stupid crafts. We're supposed to be here for a reason, right? Training? Well come on. Lets see how good some of you really are!
Third Person/Log Sample: Tybalt had never considered himself a particularly pious man, but the idea that the greek gods were actually real, hadn't initially sat well with him. But he couldn't exactly complain when Ares claimed him as a son. Tybalt might not be entirely comfortable with the whole 'gods' thing, but being the son of the god of War was something that just seemed to fit him perfectly. If nothing else, it was getting the sort of recognition he'd always known he deserved. And what a father! Someone just as willing to throw down and fight as Tybalt himself, without the pressure of the Capulet name. He had loved that (apparently false?) family of course, but there had always been the pressure. The implication that every thing he did was for the Capulet clan. Now, any thing he accomplished would be for his own glory.
It was great except... Juliet. His darling Juliet wasn't here. His heart twisted every time he thought about her. They had told him that he needed to put that whole life behind him, that it had just been to protect and prepare him for this one, but if that were true, why couldn't she have been brought her as well. Tybalt had no problem imagining his dearest cousin as a daughter of Aphrodite. Who else could have produced a child so beautiful? And if she was here, that would put an end to her parents' foolish desires to marry her off to that fop of a Count Paris. He could finally be free to profess his love for her, and she would be free to accept it. She would of course, how could she not?
He shoved himself up and out of his bunk. Dreaming about Juliet made him restless. He needed to go burn off some energy. Fortunately, they were encouraged to practice weapon skills here, and he could usually find someone to fight with in the arena. And if not, well, tearing apart practice dummies wasn't quite as satisfying, but it would do.
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Character Information
Name: Tybalt Capulet
Canon: Romeo et Juliette by Gérard Presgurvic (specifically 2010 Takarazuka version)
Age: 19
Canon Point: Immediately post "本当の俺じゃない" (It's Not the Real Me) after the masked ball
History: There is little mention in canon of Tybalt's background. His mother was Lady Capulet's sister, thus making him first cousins with Juliet, though he is a few years older than she is. It's mentioned that he's her 'favorite cousin', so it's likely they were raised together, with his love/obsession developing most likely sometime during puberty. The only other background information given is that he has "taken the family's hatred into himself", regarding the Montagues, and that his father took him to a brothel when he was fifteen.
At the beginning of the musical, he's an enthusiastic participant in the opening street brawl, mocking and fighting with the Montagues, especially Benvolio. The Prince refers to Tybalt as the Capulet leader, though it's obvious he means in regards to the brawl rather than of the family as a whole. And the moment the Prince leaves, he spits at Benvolio's feet to prove that even if the Prince has decreed no more bloodshed between the families, Tybalt sure as hell isn't going to respect the Montagues. But then he turns his attentions to Lady Capulet, who had gotten shoved to the ground by her husband in the resulting fray. He helps her up and even half-way listens to her pleading for an end to the hatred. But his attentions are far more on his desires to marry Juliet and that Lady Capulet can help in that matter for him to really care what she's saying.
But then, he walks into the house to see Paris of all people asking Lord Capulet for Juliet's hand in marriage, and worse, Lord Capulet all but agreeing! And then Lord Capulet has the nerve to reprimand him for being testy with Paris? Surly he could see that Juliet deserved better than a fop like Paris. She deserved someone strong, someone who would be dedicated to her, and who was already on the Capulet's side. Someone like himself! But no, Lord Capulet dismissed him and his concerns entirely. And Lady Capulet was no help. Worse, she seemed to approve of the match. Why then had he been carrying on the affair, which had long since become boring in his mind, if she wouldn't help him get Juliet?
The only consolation was that at the masked ball that night, Juliet seemed to have as little interest in a marriage to Paris as he did. And he was all too happy to help her stay away from him, but it was a big party and she managed to slip away from him as well. So he focused his attentions on finding her. It was a big ball after all, and who knew what sort of disreputable men might be there trying to corrupt his perfect Juliet? And of course, because he's pretty sure the universe is out to get him, Tybalt did finally catch sight of her, across the room, standing far too close and laughing a bit too much with a young man Tybalt did not immediately recognize. By the time he'd managed to make his way across the room, it was obvious the young man was being far too familiar with Juliet, and worse, she was letting him! And then the cad had the indecency to try to run when Tybalt insisted to know who he was! A quick scuffle ripped the other man's mask off, and even Tybalt was surprised to discover it was Romeo Montague! Tybalt immediately pulled his knife, intent on making Romeo pay for his insult in blood there and then. But Lord Capulet said no, and before Tybalt could press his case, Romeo - and his two friends who'd also managed to sneak in without Tybalt noticing - fled.
Worse, Lord Capulet reprimanded him again, publicly this time, when all he'd wanted to do was protect Juliet and the family's honor from the hated Montagues. And Juliet had foolishly set her eyes on someone even worse than Paris!
Personality: The most obvious thing anyone may notice about Tybalt is that he has a bit of an anger problem. Maybe quite a bit of an anger problem. He's quick to take offense, quick to assume people are attacking him, and in general quick to assume the worst of situations. And he's very quick to pull his knife if he feels he's threatened or insulted. Or because he likes the feel of it in his hand. He might have a bit of an unreasonable attachment to the thing.
Thing is, deep down, most of Tybalt's anger is born of frustration. He's taken his family's hatred of the Montagues and truly made it his own, to much greater degree than even Lord Capulet himself. But that is how Tybalt is. He feels things very strongly and to extremes. The problem is, there's little outlet for his hatred. Oh sure, there are street brawls with the Montague scum, and those help, but it never seems quite enough. He always feels like there should be something more, if he could just actually kill a Montague (preferably Benvolio, or Romeo), things would somehow be right. But someone always breaks up the brawls before it gets to that point, and so it becomes a cycle of anger fermenting into simmering frustration before breaking out again in anger.
It doesn't help that he's currently being thwarted in his greatest desire - to marry his younger cousin Juliet. He loves her, or at least he thinks his does, but Tybalt can't feel anything in moderation, so his love for her is more in line with what most people would consider obsession. And yet despite his obvious (to him) devotion to her, her parents wish her betrothed to Paris instead! But he can't lash out in anger, because there is no one to lash out at. He's not fool enough to lash out at Lord Capulet, or Paris for that matter. So once again, his frustration just simmers, and he works to keep Juliet in the dark about the intensity of his feeling for her.
Mind you, his obsessive love for Juliet has not stopped him from bedding many of the other girls of the Capulet household, up to and including Lady Capulet herself. Granted, his affair with Lady Capulet had been with the intention of getting her support regarding marrying Juliet, but that seems to have backfired, and he's long since tired of her charms. To be fair, no woman's charms really hold his interest, but he has a certain animal magnetism and attractiveness that has never failed to get him bed partners even though more or less everyone (sans Juliet, and perhaps her mother) knows he's just using them. Then again, he never pretends it's anything else, so perhaps the honesty is refreshing.
Camp Information
Parent: Ares. It's hard to imagine a different godly parent for Tybalt. He's a fighter, first and formost, very much a child of a war god but without the forethought and strategy that might make him Athena's son. He's also very much defined by his hatred towards the Montagues, and by his hair-trigger temper. He also tends to get upset/confused by problems that can't be solved by direct action - preferably direct action that involves stabbing his knife into someone's gut.
Skills: Enhanced stamina, intimidation, weapon proficiency
Appearance: N/A
Samples
First Person/Journal Sample: All right, the rest of this place may be a complete waste of time, but at least you all have the right idea about some things.
[The view pulls back to show Tybalt contemplating the edge of a celestial bronze xiphos.]
The weapons here are exceedingly high caliber. I'd never thought bronze could hold this sort of edge.
[He stares at the xiphos a bit longer before returning it to the rack and drawing the dagger from his belt.]
But I've always said I didn't need anyone or anything except my knife. Swords are nice and all, but a real man isn't afraid to get right up in his foe's pathetic face. And I'm bored right now. Any one feel man enough to try to take me on? It's not quite as much fun as cutting up those Montague bastards, but it's better than wasting time on stupid crafts. We're supposed to be here for a reason, right? Training? Well come on. Lets see how good some of you really are!
Third Person/Log Sample: Tybalt had never considered himself a particularly pious man, but the idea that the greek gods were actually real, hadn't initially sat well with him. But he couldn't exactly complain when Ares claimed him as a son. Tybalt might not be entirely comfortable with the whole 'gods' thing, but being the son of the god of War was something that just seemed to fit him perfectly. If nothing else, it was getting the sort of recognition he'd always known he deserved. And what a father! Someone just as willing to throw down and fight as Tybalt himself, without the pressure of the Capulet name. He had loved that (apparently false?) family of course, but there had always been the pressure. The implication that every thing he did was for the Capulet clan. Now, any thing he accomplished would be for his own glory.
It was great except... Juliet. His darling Juliet wasn't here. His heart twisted every time he thought about her. They had told him that he needed to put that whole life behind him, that it had just been to protect and prepare him for this one, but if that were true, why couldn't she have been brought her as well. Tybalt had no problem imagining his dearest cousin as a daughter of Aphrodite. Who else could have produced a child so beautiful? And if she was here, that would put an end to her parents' foolish desires to marry her off to that fop of a Count Paris. He could finally be free to profess his love for her, and she would be free to accept it. She would of course, how could she not?
He shoved himself up and out of his bunk. Dreaming about Juliet made him restless. He needed to go burn off some energy. Fortunately, they were encouraged to practice weapon skills here, and he could usually find someone to fight with in the arena. And if not, well, tearing apart practice dummies wasn't quite as satisfying, but it would do.
