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Flynn Rider / Eugene FitzherbertMovie/series:
11th grade; high school. I peg him at about 21, but he's never been to a real school. While worldly knowledge and being naturally intelligent helps a good deal, it's no replacement for actual schooling. Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any):
A hand with super strength
There's not a lot of detail on Flynn's history as he keeps pretty closed-mouthed about it in canon. We know his real name is Eugene Fitzherbert and he has something of a tale of woe for a childhood; he's an orphan, raised in a poor part of town with a bunch of other orphans. They don't seem to have been terribly well taken care of; not abused, simply not funded well enough to have much beyond the bare necessities.
But Eugene always dreamed of having something more. He'd read stories about Flynnigan Rider to his fellow orphans, a "swashbuckling rogue" who was rich, powerful and something of a lady killer. At some point in his childhood Eugene decided to dump the drudgery of his own life and adopt a new name-- Flynn Rider. He'd take on the persona of his storybook hero and become a swashbuckling rogue in his own right. He'd have money, women, and never have to worry about not having anything ever again.
In actuality, in order to achieve this dream Flynn ended up adopting the dubious profession of a talented thief. He accepted an incredibly challenging job along with his temporary partners, the Stabbington Brothers, to steal the crown reserved for the Princess Rapunzel directly from the castle itself. It was heavily guarded, but Flynn managed to steal it and, after a brief chase, escape into the woods. Dumping the Stabbington Brothers and taking off with the crown all for himself, he's quickly found by one of the guard's horses, Maximus. The horse chases him literally off of a cliff and sends him scrambling through the valley below. It's while hiding from Maximus that Flynn stumbles upon a mysterious tower. Thinking to hide out there until it's safe, Flynn scales the tower and is surprised to find it inhabited.
And to find it's inhabitant equipped with a frying pan, which he quickly becomes intimately acquainted with. After he comes to (feeling surprisingly worse for wear), he finds himself tied to a chair by a strange blonde woman's hair and interrogated. After convincing her that he's not in fact there for her hair (what would he want with hair anyway?) she manages to blackmail him into taking her to see the glowing lanterns the kingdom lights every year in honor of the Princess' birthday in exchange for the crown he'd rightfully stolen, but she'd stolen from him
and hidden while he was unconscious.
They traveled together for a bit, Flynn gradually coming to realize that Rapunzel was even more innocent and unworldly than he'd originally imagined, and decided to try and take advantage of this by trying to scare her into going home. To that end he escorted her to the Snuggly Duckling, a tavern with a deceptively adorable name that's known to house a particularly rough band of barbarians. And it's from this canon point that I take Flynn!AU history:
Fortunately, a lot of this can stay the same. His canon backstory still works, along with his inspiration for becoming Flynn Rider up to stumbling upon Rapunzel in her tower.
The primary difference I'll be adding is his invitation letter. I thought about this for a bit, wondering how he'd get a letter if he had no home. I've decided to treat it sort of like the Hogwarts letters, in that it just sort of appears wherever he is, then continues to stalk him if ignored.
So he'd be fumbling through his pack, rummaging for various items, and a letter would appear. He'd frown, look at it, then chuck it to the side. Then later he'd be pulling on his boots, only to discover a letter jammed down one side of the leg. After a few weeks of this, he'd begin to wonder if he was being magically stalked. He'd flee from the letters as if opening them would unleash some sort of terrible plague, bound to doom him to a life of poverty and chastity.
Enter Rapunzel, waving a letter around and demanding he escort her to this "academy." Deciding this as the final straw, he'd reluctantly agree to take her, secreting off to finally open one of the dozens of letters now constantly overflowing from his pack, and make a silent agreement with it that he'd show up if the stupid thing would agree to finally give him a reprieve. Personality:
This really has to be described in two parts for two different people. Because essentially, that's how Flynn thinks of himself.
First and foremost, there's Flynn Rider. He's suave, talented, handsome and knows it. The world is his oyster. There's nothing he can't do, no hurdle he can't jump, no woman he can't-- well, I'd say sleep with, but this is a Disney movie. Let's just say that him and Prince Naveen would be quite the pair of wing men. He has few worries, choosing to gloss over any problems with the wave of his hand and an easy "we'll figure it out." There are no problems that Flynn Rider can't solve, no goals he can't reach.
Then there's Eugene Fitzherbert. He's a slightly awkward, hopeful man who wants far better for himself than the lot he was given growing up. His biggest dreams involve not having to worry about money, food, shelter-- having a life set up for himself that's comfortable. No one really likes Eugene, as he explains in canon, and he believes this to be largely because Eugene's boring and simple.
In either personality Flynn is known for intelligence and a wry sense of humor, though Flynn Rider is the face most people will see. Since donning the personality he hasn't spoken of Eugene to anyone, as Rapunzel is the first person he confesses this to and I take him from a canon point prior to this confession. Greatest Fear:
Failure in his life's goals. Being poor, alone and worthless for the rest of his life-- which is precisely what he thinks he was prior to becoming Flynn Rider. What are your plans with this character?:
I'll have to largely reserve any real planning until I'm able to see what's going on in the game, specifically with the rest of the Tangled cast, though initially to get him acquainted with the rest of Disney Academy I plan on having him complain about being placed in a lower grade than his age dictates ("Seriously? I'm stalked by letters for months so I can be demoted
by the time I finally get here? I'm so writing a letter to this school's PR department.") and mingling with his own cast a bit. I know the Rapunzel player, and we've been chatting about how to integrate our own plots and the time gap between their arrival, though we're largely leaving their actual interaction up in the air.❦ WritingThird person writing sample:
He was cursed. This was the only explanation; he was cursed, and he was doomed to a future full of paper-cuts and wasted bag space.
It was bad enough that he'd woken up with what he was pretty sure was a concussion, along with a mysterious soreness involving parts of his body that he was sure had no frying pan contact that he'd rather not question. It was bad enough that he was tied to a chair with some crazy lady's hair with a lizard licking his eardrums. It was bad enough that he was being chased through the woods by a maniacal horse, following the trail of his impressively poorly drawn wanted poster. No, she had to have one of those
She waved the letter above her head menacingly, and Flynn couldn't help but wince. The thing was more terrifying than the frying pan she'd safely tucked beneath her arm. That cursed letter had been following him for weeks, maybe even months-- at first innocently. Flynn never got mail. Having no home, he figured the number of people sending him Christmas and birthday cards would be kept to a relative minimum. So when he'd found a letter innocently secured in the front pouch of his satchel, he'd shrugged and thrown it out. Junk mail, he thought. Another one of those people who ran around sticking adverts in peoples things while they were occupied.
Then another appeared, this time as he was pulling on his boots. He eyed it warily. Slowly he pulled it out; the same letter as the first. Flynn hadn't survived this long by being completely reckless; magic was a fickle and funny thing, one he didn't entirely understand and was therefore rightly cautious of. He'd destroyed it this time, chucking it in a nearby burn bin before continuing on his way.
Perhaps this was what had irritated the letter, he thought in retrospect. A turning point at which it'd decided to swear vengeance on Flynn for the unjust murder of it's brethren. It appeared in force the next time, billowing out of his his satchel, filling his pillow no matter the inn he chose to sleep at that particular night, snaking inside his trousers with alarming frequency.
He'd thrown them all out. Every last cursed infestation had been destroyed, but where one left it seemed dozens sprouted in it's wake.
Now it literally had him tied to a chair, a captive audience. It was the most devious piece of paper Flynn had ever met, and at long last he relented.
"Alright, fine! I'll take you!" He said at last, more to the paper than the girl holding it. "Just-- keep it away from me, would you?"
He ignored her odd glance; she was clearly unaware of the nefarious nature that envelope secretly possessed. Afterwards he pulled one of the dozens from his satchel and stared at it with a silent ferocity. "Look, I'll make you a deal. I'm taking the blonde to the academy, right? So while I'm there I'll stop in and check it out. In the meantime? You ease off. I know we've had some hard times lately, and I just think we could use a break, that's all. I check it out, you stop multiplying in my pack."
Flynn turned and gave his satchel one last meaningful glance, pointing an accusatory finger at it. "I'm not kidding. Cut it out." The letters seemed to shift in apparent resignation, and Flynn nodded. It seemed he was off to school.First person writing sample:
Oh, you have got
to be kidding me. Seriously? I came all the way up here for this
I need to talk with someone in charge, here. Look, I get the whole school grading system-- very cute, by the way, I like the bright colors and glitter chip board-- but Flynn Rider absolutely does not test into the eleventh grade. Do you have any idea how old I am?
Obviously there's been some kind of mistake. Being the generous man I am, I'm completely willing to overlook this if you fix it pretty quick. Never one to hold grudges, not me.I am not going to be two grades below Blondie. No way. Over my impossibly attractive dead body.