Post by henry lutwidge on Jul 17, 2013 16:24:51 GMT
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HENRY LUTWIDGE
Hair Color: Your characters hair color goes here
Eye Color: Your characters eye color goes here
Height/Weight: Six feet, one inch; one hundred and sixty pounds.
Shape: A bit on the skinnier side.
Style: Give us a little information about your characters fashion style here. Polyvore links are always a nice touch.
Play By: Tomo Asaha.
Age: Twenty-seven.
Sexual Orientation: Asexual.
Occupation: Head librarian during the summer months; novelist.
Unusual Behaviour: ADD, OCD, ect... Mainly disorders, drug adictions, eating disorders and stuff like that. (please dont go overboard with this one.)
Habits or Quirks: At least five please
Likes: Tea, cats, collecting weaponry, classic literature, the indoors.
Dislikes: People, children, the outdoors, speaking, being interrupted.
Other Info/Overall Personality: Others often believe Henry to be apathetic, given the distant, disinterested expression he typically wears. There is much he doesn't care for, and therefore finds no interest in, so they are not far off. However, he still has some emotion in him. What little emotion he does feel he doesn't care to show, or even know how to for that matter. In fact, he believes showing too much emotion to be a sign of weakness. The strongest emotion he typically finds himself feeling is anger and irritation. His eye has a bad habit of twitching when he becomes annoyed, betraying his emotions to more observant folks. Otherwise, he manages to keep this hidden with careful responses.
His manner of speech, as with his expression, also may lead others to see him as apathetic. Though not entirely devoid of inflection, his voice can come across as a bit flat. He is blunt, though tends to speak formally. Sarcasm is a favorite of his. He often quotes classic literature as well. He is very fond of books and prefers to sit in solitude reading.
Henry does not like people very much. Because of this, he hasn't really made any friends, nor does he particularly want to. He prefers spending time alone with his books. He isn't one for sharing personal matters with other people; neither does he care for other people’s personal matters. Henry would prefer it if everyone just minded their own business and left him alone. Henry is one for useful connections, not friends. With this, he also does not trust people easily.
He can also be quite sadistic at times, though his expression rarely gives away his enjoyment of the situation. He doesn’t particularly care for the well-being of others. He particularly dislikes children, which is strange given that he works in the library of a children's camp. Among other things, Henry is also quite deceitful and intelligent.
Parents: (Name/Age/Occupation)
Siblings: (Name/Age/Gender)
Other Family: Just prattle on about any other family your character has.
Pets: Links to pictures are encouraged.
History: Three paragraph minimum.
Name/Alias: Silver.
Age: Seventeen.
Contact: PM or email.
Experience: Six or seven years.
Additional Bits'n'Bobs: None.
Sample RP:
From In Your Mind:
It was close to noon when Shigeru awoke from his long nap. The man had needed the sleep; his shift from the night before had lasted so dreadfully long. Morning had come slowly, time creeping along at a snail’s pace until the other security officers had come to relieve him of his post. The unfortunate fellows assigned to the morning shift had found Shigeru half-unconscious in his chair, partially-opened eyes glued to the computer screen and fingers moving sluggishly across the keys. Surrounding him had been the sea of wrappers from candy and other snacks he had consume over the course of the night. These he left as a token to the others—or, rather, a mess for them to clean up for him. Shigeru was much too exhausted to do so himself. Actually, he probably would not have disposed of the mess himself anyway. Why not leave the work for his precious humans to take care of, hmm?
The webcam chat with the woman had been amusing. The Hangun were ridiculous. All those empty threats the woman had made meant absolutely nothing to him. It had been hilarious listening to her. She talked big—all the rebels did—but when were they planning on putting those threats into action? They were all talk, no action. What a lazy bunch of rebels. The conversation had only entertained Shigeru for so long. As soon as it had ended, Shigeru had fallen into boredom. The remaining duration of his night shift had been spent patching up the bugs in the security system. It had been painful, struggling to keep himself awake. His sugar high hadn’t lasted as long as he had hoped. The man had, of course, completed the system updates and reinforced the indestructible wall within the government’s computers. With the necessary additions to the complex security system, he hoped any future rodents would be kept well out. The dark-haired man was quite confident there would be no more intrusions. No more mistakes would be made on his watch. No matter how amusing it was to let an occasional intruder slip in, it hurt his pride to have his flawless programs hacked right through like a flimsy spider’s web. Such a thing should not have occurred, for he was far superior to his lovely little humans.
Shigeru lifted the manila folder from where he had left it atop his dresser. It contained the complete report he had written up and compiled before leaving the security office earlier that morning. The report detailed who had broken in, everything he could see and hear about the woman, everything she had threatened, and all the repairs made to the system. Included as well was a recording of the entire webcam conversation for the president’s viewing pleasure. For that was where the security officer was headed—to see the president. He knew the man was most likely waiting for some kind of report. All Shigeru had done the night before was send out a quick email: Someone broke in, but I fixed it. The short, vague statement had most likely infuriated its recipient. All the better for Ru. The president was much more interesting when he was in a bad mood.
Shigeru considered, for only a brief moment, changing out of his attire the still wore from the night before, but decided against it. His navy plaid pajama pants and black pull-over sweatshirt were not exactly proper attire for greeting the president, but it would do. The man was already used to how Shigeru acted, so it would not come as a surprise. At least Ru remembered shoes. He shoved his bare feet into a pair of worn sneakers and left his room, making his way to the Jinkun complex’s main building.
The long trek up the hill to the large white pillared building nearly made Shigeru want to lay down for another nap. Shigeru let out a yawn before tossing open the front door and ambling right in. He seemed to be the only person who would just walk right in like he owned the place. He didn’t quite care about being “well-mannered” and all that—what was the point, really? No one said a word to him, but he got plenty of stares. Shigeru ignored them all. Let his lovely humans stare.
When he reached his destination, Shigeru paused outside the door. He rechecked the manila folder to be sure he didn’t drop anything—it was more out of routine than actual worry that he had dropped anything. The president was always so irritable, and Shigeru knew that. It made speaking with him that much more amusing; it never took much to inflame the man’s temper. A wide grin lit his face and he flung open the door to the president’s office without even bothering to knock. “Oh, Mr. President~!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice. Shigeru marched straight in and slapped the manila folder onto the man’s desk. “I’ve brought my report, Your Excellency.” He stared the man straight in the face, a sarcastic glint in his eyes and a smirk across his lips.
It was close to noon when Shigeru awoke from his long nap. The man had needed the sleep; his shift from the night before had lasted so dreadfully long. Morning had come slowly, time creeping along at a snail’s pace until the other security officers had come to relieve him of his post. The unfortunate fellows assigned to the morning shift had found Shigeru half-unconscious in his chair, partially-opened eyes glued to the computer screen and fingers moving sluggishly across the keys. Surrounding him had been the sea of wrappers from candy and other snacks he had consume over the course of the night. These he left as a token to the others—or, rather, a mess for them to clean up for him. Shigeru was much too exhausted to do so himself. Actually, he probably would not have disposed of the mess himself anyway. Why not leave the work for his precious humans to take care of, hmm?
The webcam chat with the woman had been amusing. The Hangun were ridiculous. All those empty threats the woman had made meant absolutely nothing to him. It had been hilarious listening to her. She talked big—all the rebels did—but when were they planning on putting those threats into action? They were all talk, no action. What a lazy bunch of rebels. The conversation had only entertained Shigeru for so long. As soon as it had ended, Shigeru had fallen into boredom. The remaining duration of his night shift had been spent patching up the bugs in the security system. It had been painful, struggling to keep himself awake. His sugar high hadn’t lasted as long as he had hoped. The man had, of course, completed the system updates and reinforced the indestructible wall within the government’s computers. With the necessary additions to the complex security system, he hoped any future rodents would be kept well out. The dark-haired man was quite confident there would be no more intrusions. No more mistakes would be made on his watch. No matter how amusing it was to let an occasional intruder slip in, it hurt his pride to have his flawless programs hacked right through like a flimsy spider’s web. Such a thing should not have occurred, for he was far superior to his lovely little humans.
Shigeru lifted the manila folder from where he had left it atop his dresser. It contained the complete report he had written up and compiled before leaving the security office earlier that morning. The report detailed who had broken in, everything he could see and hear about the woman, everything she had threatened, and all the repairs made to the system. Included as well was a recording of the entire webcam conversation for the president’s viewing pleasure. For that was where the security officer was headed—to see the president. He knew the man was most likely waiting for some kind of report. All Shigeru had done the night before was send out a quick email: Someone broke in, but I fixed it. The short, vague statement had most likely infuriated its recipient. All the better for Ru. The president was much more interesting when he was in a bad mood.
Shigeru considered, for only a brief moment, changing out of his attire the still wore from the night before, but decided against it. His navy plaid pajama pants and black pull-over sweatshirt were not exactly proper attire for greeting the president, but it would do. The man was already used to how Shigeru acted, so it would not come as a surprise. At least Ru remembered shoes. He shoved his bare feet into a pair of worn sneakers and left his room, making his way to the Jinkun complex’s main building.
The long trek up the hill to the large white pillared building nearly made Shigeru want to lay down for another nap. Shigeru let out a yawn before tossing open the front door and ambling right in. He seemed to be the only person who would just walk right in like he owned the place. He didn’t quite care about being “well-mannered” and all that—what was the point, really? No one said a word to him, but he got plenty of stares. Shigeru ignored them all. Let his lovely humans stare.
When he reached his destination, Shigeru paused outside the door. He rechecked the manila folder to be sure he didn’t drop anything—it was more out of routine than actual worry that he had dropped anything. The president was always so irritable, and Shigeru knew that. It made speaking with him that much more amusing; it never took much to inflame the man’s temper. A wide grin lit his face and he flung open the door to the president’s office without even bothering to knock. “Oh, Mr. President~!” he exclaimed in a singsong voice. Shigeru marched straight in and slapped the manila folder onto the man’s desk. “I’ve brought my report, Your Excellency.” He stared the man straight in the face, a sarcastic glint in his eyes and a smirk across his lips.
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