Post by miniflip999 on May 11, 2011 20:53:02 GMT -5
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 21
Occupation: Gang Leader of Britannia, rivals of Scandinavia.
Background: Arthur Kirkland was once an esteemed lawyer. But after a number of unfortunate events and much bad luck, Arthur left the law for the gang life. Having been ridiculed by his siblings, disowned by his father, and being somewhat antisocial after his mother’s death, he could not handle the normal life style he had tried to live. The blond severed all ties with his family. He quickly rose through the ranks and became the leader of his very own gang. His loyal followers cause terror among the cities when they become active. He commands them all from the shadows, ruling over his empire with an iron fist. The gang, Britannia, is rivals with the gang Scandinavia, which is led by Lukas Bondevik.
Personality: Arthur is mostly calm and collected, making decisive decisions and keeping his “family” out of jail. He is quite intelligent, and being a former lawyer, knows much about the law and how to find loop holes. But he is short-tempered and prideful, which sometimes leads to harmful decisions. He is not afraid to punish someone if he deems it necessary and will not hesitate to kill someone should they be in his way.
RP Sample:
The stars were more visible than what you could ever see on Earth, the night sky not polluted by smog and clouds, the atmosphere non-existent, making life impossible if not for the glass domes that had been constructed. Perhaps a colony on the moon was not the best idea in the world, as there was no atmosphere to protect the people. But who was one to argue with the government? Arthur Kirkland could not help but think these things as he was star gazing, lying on the grassy expanse of the moon park. His emerald green eyes shined as they reflected the light from the stars.
The night was cold, as it always was. Maybe it was even colder than usual? Arthur wasn’t sure. But his concerns were elsewhere. There had been strange noises all night long—strange squeaking sounds that made Arthur think of rubber tires screeching to a stop. He had had this strange feeling all day while he walked that someone—something?—was following him. There had been disappearances around the town as well. Many people were going missing, the last anyone had seen of them being followed by what appeared to be… a chicken?
Arthur furrowed his large brows, frowning. It made no sense to him. Chicken? There were none of those birds up here on the moon—not in the form of animal, at least (Oh no, there was definitely chicken; not to mention rubber chickens for some unfathomable reason. Perhaps they served as chew toys for the dogs up here on the moon?) But he hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling of something eerie going on—some conspiracy of some sort.
Arthur heard the rustle of some bushes. His eyes narrowed and he sat up quickly—quietly—silently taking his gun out of its hilt, making sure to keep it hidden from sight. He got up on one knee, looking at the source of the sound, keeping his gaze trained on that spot. Arthur’s serious expression was soon replaced by one of confusion, however, when the “creature” emerged from its hiding place. It was…
A rubber chicken?
Arthur stared at the rubber item, mouth agape slightly. He had been worried about a rubber /chicken/? It was pathetic! But those thoughts quickly vanished when the supposedly inanimate object started to /move/ and—oh /god/, was that thing /standing up/?
Arthur sputtered and stood up straight, backing up when even /more/ of the things emerged from the bushes. And /bloody hell/ they just kept coming and coming and /coming/. There was no end to the sea of colorful rubber. He pointed his gun at the chickens, firing off a couple shots. He stared, frozen, for a few seconds before turning and breaking into a run. The gun had had no effect whatsoever!
He dashed through the empty streets, glancing over his shoulder to see how close the rubber enemy was getting. Arthur was vaguely reminded of Dr. Who, finding the whole situation humorously similar to what the Dr. encountered at times—okay, maybe what the Dr. fought was scarier looking, but that was not the point. He just needed to think like that Dr.! Yes, if he could figure out something like the Dr. would, maybe he could win!
…Except… He did not know as much about the universe. Bloody fuck; he was doomed, wasn’t he?
((Admit it. I made a rubber chicken invasion in a city on the /moon/ look epic. //shot))
Age: 21
Occupation: Gang Leader of Britannia, rivals of Scandinavia.
Background: Arthur Kirkland was once an esteemed lawyer. But after a number of unfortunate events and much bad luck, Arthur left the law for the gang life. Having been ridiculed by his siblings, disowned by his father, and being somewhat antisocial after his mother’s death, he could not handle the normal life style he had tried to live. The blond severed all ties with his family. He quickly rose through the ranks and became the leader of his very own gang. His loyal followers cause terror among the cities when they become active. He commands them all from the shadows, ruling over his empire with an iron fist. The gang, Britannia, is rivals with the gang Scandinavia, which is led by Lukas Bondevik.
Personality: Arthur is mostly calm and collected, making decisive decisions and keeping his “family” out of jail. He is quite intelligent, and being a former lawyer, knows much about the law and how to find loop holes. But he is short-tempered and prideful, which sometimes leads to harmful decisions. He is not afraid to punish someone if he deems it necessary and will not hesitate to kill someone should they be in his way.
RP Sample:
The stars were more visible than what you could ever see on Earth, the night sky not polluted by smog and clouds, the atmosphere non-existent, making life impossible if not for the glass domes that had been constructed. Perhaps a colony on the moon was not the best idea in the world, as there was no atmosphere to protect the people. But who was one to argue with the government? Arthur Kirkland could not help but think these things as he was star gazing, lying on the grassy expanse of the moon park. His emerald green eyes shined as they reflected the light from the stars.
The night was cold, as it always was. Maybe it was even colder than usual? Arthur wasn’t sure. But his concerns were elsewhere. There had been strange noises all night long—strange squeaking sounds that made Arthur think of rubber tires screeching to a stop. He had had this strange feeling all day while he walked that someone—something?—was following him. There had been disappearances around the town as well. Many people were going missing, the last anyone had seen of them being followed by what appeared to be… a chicken?
Arthur furrowed his large brows, frowning. It made no sense to him. Chicken? There were none of those birds up here on the moon—not in the form of animal, at least (Oh no, there was definitely chicken; not to mention rubber chickens for some unfathomable reason. Perhaps they served as chew toys for the dogs up here on the moon?) But he hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling of something eerie going on—some conspiracy of some sort.
Arthur heard the rustle of some bushes. His eyes narrowed and he sat up quickly—quietly—silently taking his gun out of its hilt, making sure to keep it hidden from sight. He got up on one knee, looking at the source of the sound, keeping his gaze trained on that spot. Arthur’s serious expression was soon replaced by one of confusion, however, when the “creature” emerged from its hiding place. It was…
A rubber chicken?
Arthur stared at the rubber item, mouth agape slightly. He had been worried about a rubber /chicken/? It was pathetic! But those thoughts quickly vanished when the supposedly inanimate object started to /move/ and—oh /god/, was that thing /standing up/?
Arthur sputtered and stood up straight, backing up when even /more/ of the things emerged from the bushes. And /bloody hell/ they just kept coming and coming and /coming/. There was no end to the sea of colorful rubber. He pointed his gun at the chickens, firing off a couple shots. He stared, frozen, for a few seconds before turning and breaking into a run. The gun had had no effect whatsoever!
He dashed through the empty streets, glancing over his shoulder to see how close the rubber enemy was getting. Arthur was vaguely reminded of Dr. Who, finding the whole situation humorously similar to what the Dr. encountered at times—okay, maybe what the Dr. fought was scarier looking, but that was not the point. He just needed to think like that Dr.! Yes, if he could figure out something like the Dr. would, maybe he could win!
…Except… He did not know as much about the universe. Bloody fuck; he was doomed, wasn’t he?
((Admit it. I made a rubber chicken invasion in a city on the /moon/ look epic. //shot))