Harry Pembroke ✣ Hotspur, "Henry IV" ✣ 29 ✣ Lee Pace
Harry Percy, also known as Hotspur, was a rebel to the crown throughout the first part of Henry IV. He led a number of successful uprisings against Henry IV, having felt wronged by the king after his uncle was basically left for dead. As the play goes on, Harry continues to lash out against the crown, eventually stirring up enough trouble that a battle is fought. Despite being outnumbered, Hotspur leads his men into battle. During the fight, the two Harrys - Hotspur and the young Prince of Wales - come head to head, and the rebel is killed.
Harry Pembroke’s childhood was average. He lived in a nice enough home with nice enough parents and a nice enough life, but that was never good enough — Harry always wanted more. It wasn’t about living a life of luxury itself, it was about proving he could do so. The easiest way to do so, in Harry’s eyes, was to become an actor. He moved from Leicester to London for drama school, and that was the first time he came in contact with none other than Henry Galloway. Hal was their year’s golden boy and Harry was constantly beat out for all of the leads. Galloway, of course, was blissfully unaware of just how lucky he was, which only fueled Harry’s distaste for him.
Once he’d graduated Uni, Harry hoped that would be the last he’d see of Henry Galloway. That ended up being very, very far from the case. Where Harry took a few years to adjust to out-of-University life (settling down, finding a regular job to bring in money while he was auditioning, getting married), Hal made his way straight to the top of everyone’s favorite actor list. This only sparked Harry’s desire further and dedicate himself to acting full-time. Having just finished his first major picture, Harry is beginning to feel more and more confident that he will, one day, be more famous than the lovely Henry Galloway and live the life of luxury he always believed he deserved.
Melissa Pembroke - Wife. They met just out of University and fell in love right away. She’s probably the only one that can talk any sense into him, and she definitely sees a side of him that no one else does… a side Harry often pretends isn’t there.
Henry Galloway - Rival. Unaware as Henry may be, Harry is determined to find his way to the A-list just to spite the prat who took all the good roles at University.
+ Determined, Impassioned, Goal-oriented
- Vengeful, Selfish, Opportunistic
This character is: OPEN.
↳3x04 ‘The Pack’ Part 9/9
[ He grins, counting this as a little success. ]
Cool. See? It’ll be a good time. Perfectly fine, nothin’ t’worry about.
[ Stops. Words halfway to his lips. He’s missed out on a key factor and it’s just now coming to him and dead cleaners don’t always have “1001 Things To Do in Bristol” memorized. Then — ]
[ He narrows his eyes in thought, looking at her. ]
Does it matter where?
Well, I wasn’t worried, per se, I was just—….
[ She trailed off quickly, furrowing her eyebrows as she watched him grind to a halt. She was very nearly sure she spent altogether too much time watching his face for her own good, but just as soon as she really started to think about it, he spoke again and she pulled her head back up. ]
N—No. I mean, no, not really. I’d be just as dead in a library as I would be downtown. I mean, it’s not like we can go drinking, Mitchell. Not really, I mean we could try, but there’s not altogether too much of a point.
I’ve got work in a few hours, so I’ve gotta bounce off for some sleep. But! I’ll check in in the morning, and then roll back in after work/dinner tomorrow and be around most of the evening to continue / pick more up.
If anyone wants to plot, the askbox is open. Go, go go.
[ He manages a short chuckle at that — partially at the ridiculousness and partially in the hopes that it would nudge Annie into something a bit more cheerful. ]
Then I think I’d be the first recorded case of ‘vampire-dead person cold’. If that is the technical name for it.
[ He gives her a look, eyebrows raised, and he seems genuinely curious. ]
Any better than how you feel now?
[ Twisting her lips up into a bunch, she quickly wrinkled her nose, picking at her leggings as she listened. Of course it was ridiculous. But that hadn’t really been the point. ]
I’m sure it is, actually. And it’s not like any of you ever go to the doctors, I mean, yeah you work at a hospital but that completely doesn’t count. Could be loads of…vampire-dead person colds and you’d just never know…
[ Taking another breath, she ran her teeth over her bottom lip, pulling her head up finally to meet his glance. ] Well, I dunno, Mitchell. Not if you were cold, then I’d just feel irresponsible.
But it might be nice to get out for a bit.
Mitchell, if you’re thinking about doing this, don’t go into it lightly. This is no little thing; this is Annie we’re talking about.
[ He sees her point, and gives her a vague sort of sympathetic not-smile, or as best as someone who can be seen can give to someone who can’t. Shifts. Makes a little shrugging motion as he has an idea. ]
Well. I mean —
you could always bring an umbrella.
Oh, no, wait. On second thought maybe don’t that. I could bring an umbrella, though.
[ She lets out a short laugh, despite herself, rolling her eyes up and taking a reflexive breath before she can really start to get upset about it. Seems a bit stupid to cry over something like being inside for too long. But he did have a point. ]
I’m not making you go out in the rain just because I’ve been too cooped up. What if you caught a cold or something. Some sort of…vampire-dead person cold…[ Trails off, furrowing her eyebrows. ]
I’d feel terrible.
Really? You see no reason?I mean — even I think however many weeks you’ve been cooped up is pushin’ it.
Isn’t there anythin’ you want to do beside…sit around and make tea?
[ Furrows her eyebrows, very nearly deciding to be offended but only managing a quiet squeak of protest despite her better efforts. ]
I’ll have you know there are loads of things I want to do, thank you very much. But it could storm at any moment, and I’m not about to go walking out in the rain all on my own. Next thing I know, there’d be people walking through me in the middle of a storm, and I am entirely not in the mood to feel that dead. And it’s absolutely my prerogative to stay inside and be only sort of dead instead.