age: 24 holy shit i am old
journal or handle name: lichborne
methods of contact: IAMBECOMING@plurk, BEATMYMACHINE@aim
characters you currently play: N/A
OPTIONAL i am apping my character from another game: N
character name: kristoph gavin
aging up?: N
canon: Ace Attorney
canon point: post-game (in jail.)
Kristoph Gavin @ AA Wiki
Kristoph is a charmer and a perfectionist. Everything about him is gentlemanly; he holds the door open for young women, helps people across the street, and says please and thank you. He's almost always pleasant to deal with, and he's always smiling, even while delivering a death sentence. He is nearly impossible to upset, and he can count the times he’s raised his voice in anger on two hands. The only thing to dislike him, really, is that condescending edge that never seems to fully leave his voice or his twinkling eyes. He also has a habit of using unwanted terms of endearment, most commonly my dear.
With his superiors, he is respectful, quiet, agreeable, hard-working and diligent. With men under his power, he is friendly and attempts to make life relatively easy without allowing people to slack off. Working for Kristoph is busy, but generally not totally exhausting.
Kristoph loves knowing things. He listens in on conversations, asks hidden (and subtle) probing questions, and has a fantastic memory. He also writes in his journal every night about each day and all the things he learned. He also loves the sound of his own voice.
It may also be noted that everything remotely kind about him is totally fake.
Kristoph, if ever diagnosed, would probably fall squarely into the anti-personality disorder category, between his nearly pathological (and nearly perfect) lying, his love of manipulating people, and his utter lack of compassion for any other member of humanity aside from himself. His conscience has long since departed from him, along with anything vaguely resembling a moral center. Kristoph's flawless smile is dangerous, and the only thing more dangerous than his smile is his frown. He does not let people or things get in the way of his nearly boundless ambition, and respects no one but himself.
There is really no way to explain how boundless Kristoph's ego really is. He believes himself to be above everyone, especially other human beings regardless of their status. He also thinks himself above the law, going way past that at any slights. With that massive ego comes how desperately frail it is - while he may appear to not mind slights against his person, he never forgets, and he really never forgives. In canon, the loss of a game of cards turns into a double murder, and when a case he is assigned to goes to Phoenix Wright (over this game of cards), he disbars Phoenix.
As part of being a total sociopath, Kristoph has absolutely zero care about anyone else in his life besides himself. He has a younger brother, Klavier, who he seems to be somewhat fond of, but he ends up using the man in his machinations to get Phoenix disbarred without cluing him into the rest of the story. While he seems somewhat fond of his protege, Apollo, he turns on him immediately when there's the possibility that Kristoph could be discovered.
Kristoph also has a disdain for those who don't take care of themselves - he is extremely meticiously in his own grooming, and those who don't care as much about how they appear to him obviously are worth very little, if nothing. He immediately thinks the opinions of those "lesser" are worthless, and tends to condescend them to the max, calling them "mindless, emotional, irrational mouth-breathers," in canon.
That being said, Kristoph can be set off. He doesn't like being proved wrong and he doesn't like being beaten, especially when he's been putting a lot of effort into his plan in motion. Setting Kristoph off is basically like a nuclear bomb exploding, in which he veritably freaks out, runs around calling people lunatics, and probably needs to spend some time in zero. In canon, when he loses, he "laughs for hours and it can be heard across the court." There are stages to his insanity, of course, and while he never wants to reach lunatic screaming stage (featured here, it can happen.
abilities: Kristoph is a pretty flawless liar, is very well read, has an extensive knowledge of law, speaks German, and plays the violin. Also, he can do a mean manicure. However, generally he’s a perfectly average human being.
weaknesses: Pride, primarily, and a complete lack of mercy and humility. Kristoph doesn’t like dealing with people lesser than himself (hint: that’s everyone), and when he does, he finds their opinions to be insignificant. he tolerates them because it’s part of his front, but he ignores whatever they have to say. Additionally, he can be annoying to be around - he’s a condescending jerk sometimes, and that’s at best.
first person sample:
This truly is a wonderful town, isn’t it? All the different shops, and so many places to explore. I must admit, I do enjoy waking up and finding a whole new street or new buildings to look at. How can anyone stick to one residence when there’s always the possibility of something grander and more beautiful?
I’m not really the exploratory type, really, but it’s hard to resist in such an interesting place. My home wasn’t nearly as exciting.
Has anyone found a library? I can barely contain my curiosity in what books there would be in a place like this.
third person sample:
There were things that he desperately missed: his violin, the library, and his law office. But these things hardly seemed important in the scale of his own death: he had been granted a second chance, because he was brilliant and wise and intelligent - and planted here, in this magical appearing city with all these strange, flawed folk. He would wake up, and shower - there was water here, somehow, and plumbing and things that should not have randomly appeared. He knew that plumbing required infrastructure, and had to be built, but here he was standing under a steaming shower.
he would braid his hair (without the proper products, the twist simply didn’t stay) and dress. And then he would go out and look for anything new. He would note it down in his journal, with the elaborate maps he would construct. He liked to look for libraries and music shops, and beautician’s stores, and name things that made sense: parks and government offices and the squat structures of business campuses.
Hello, he would say to the other who appeared, and ask where they came from. If there were patterns, he wanted to know them. If there was a way that people went home, he wanted to know that to, so he could very explicitly avoid it.
“I’m doing well, and you?” he asked, distracted. That he had to listen to these droll people talk at all was one of the few negatives.