Post by smoofl on May 11, 2011 21:32:28 GMT -5
Name: Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Age: 27 (Egypt's actual age is not known. Excuse me while I wing it.)
Occupation: He runs a small shop in a beat-up old shack that serves as his home. It seems like an innocent gift shop, containing items of his heritage, but he doesn't hesitate to negotiate with the Black Market.
Background: Gupta has been alone most of his life. 'Most' being from the time he was around six years old. Before then, he was cared for by his single mother. She was the kindest person he ever knew, and looking back, he has silently asked himself whether such a trait was really for the best. He has trouble recalling exactly how his mother passed, but three things are strikingly clear in his memory; A scream, blood, and an officer trying to find the best way to break it to a small child that his mother was dead. The man decided on, "Your mom... Is asleep. And she won't be waking up."
Not yet grasping the concept of death, he had tried stubbornly to wake her. She, of course, didn't even stir, and Gupta spent years jumping from orphanages to fosters homes, back and forth, back and forth. Leaving after reaching a legal 'adult' age, he began shelter-jumping instead. He took up making ceramics and other trinkets, and somewhere along the way, obtained his best friend; A malnourished dog. He named it Anubis.
It took time, but he's found a place to settle down and run his shop, as well as running some dirtier business(Special 'herbs', if you catch my drift). Aside from that, he dabbles in studying the polytheistic religion he grew up hearing stories of, as well as partaking in cult-like rituals.
Personality: The silent type. He prefers listening to talking. It makes him come across as aloof and cold, however. Despite appearances, he doesn't like being alone, and he constantly finds himself thanking his lucky stars that he found his canine companion. Gupta tends to be rather stubborn. If you complain or try to get him to speak, it makes him stay silent even more.
RP sample: (Prompt: Mysterious phone call in a bookstore.)
The soft ring of a bell chimed overhead as a door was gently pushed open. In walked a tanned man whom appeared younger than his years. He was dressed in old, cheap clothing, which hung from his small frame and flowed in a fluid motion as he walked. It was odd how he seemed to be wearing whatever bits of linen he could find, when the jewelry he wore was of top-quality. Behind him, a bony yet sleek dog was at his heels.
The building was dimly lit, and a musty scent wafted in the air. If you could even say the air was wafting, that is. It was stale, as if the door had not opened in years, and fresh air was a foreign thing.
Gupta was about to walk past the front desk, further inside, but he was stopped by a not-so-enthusiastic voice.
"Hey, pets ain't 'llowed here..." Grumbled the employee.
The only reply given was a stare. A cold, unblinking stare. It wasn't intimidating, only unnerving. Creepy, even. His unnaturally golden irises were made even more apparent by the heavy, black eyeliner around his eyes. He looked at the young attendant as if he had not quite processed what was said. Deciding it wasn't that important, the clerk's head lowered, and a quiet, "Never mind," Was heard.
Getting his way, Gupta continued toward the many splintered, wooden shelves lining the store, gesturing for the dog to follow. The bookshop was small, but it was one of the only places to get... A certain type of book. Tucked away in the back corner, they gathered dust. He picked one up, not so much as frowning at the cloud of dust, and opened it. The yellowed pages stuck together from having not been turned in ages. Most of the text wasn't in English; Or any other coherent language, for that matter. Most of it was odd symbols, scribbles, whatever they could be called, accompanied by surreal illustrations. His eyes scanned over them, in deep concentration, until-
Ring. Ring.
With nothing but a quiet sigh, he closed the book and pulled a- very outdated by modern standards- cell phone from a makeshift pocket on his clothing. The device was flipped open, and he decided to let the absence of the ringing signal that he had picked up.
The conversation was pretty much one-sided. He would nod to himself or give a quiet grunt in reply every so often, but that was about it.
A few minutes passed by, and he finally hung up. Gupta gave a small frown, casting a glance at the book he had wanted to finish, but the call had to do with a very good offer for some of his wares. He clicked his tongue, calling for Anubis' attention, before making his way back to the front of the shop. Once again, the bell chimed overhead as the door was opened, and closed.
((So half-assed... Sorry. oTL ))
Age: 27 (Egypt's actual age is not known. Excuse me while I wing it.)
Occupation: He runs a small shop in a beat-up old shack that serves as his home. It seems like an innocent gift shop, containing items of his heritage, but he doesn't hesitate to negotiate with the Black Market.
Background: Gupta has been alone most of his life. 'Most' being from the time he was around six years old. Before then, he was cared for by his single mother. She was the kindest person he ever knew, and looking back, he has silently asked himself whether such a trait was really for the best. He has trouble recalling exactly how his mother passed, but three things are strikingly clear in his memory; A scream, blood, and an officer trying to find the best way to break it to a small child that his mother was dead. The man decided on, "Your mom... Is asleep. And she won't be waking up."
Not yet grasping the concept of death, he had tried stubbornly to wake her. She, of course, didn't even stir, and Gupta spent years jumping from orphanages to fosters homes, back and forth, back and forth. Leaving after reaching a legal 'adult' age, he began shelter-jumping instead. He took up making ceramics and other trinkets, and somewhere along the way, obtained his best friend; A malnourished dog. He named it Anubis.
It took time, but he's found a place to settle down and run his shop, as well as running some dirtier business(Special 'herbs', if you catch my drift). Aside from that, he dabbles in studying the polytheistic religion he grew up hearing stories of, as well as partaking in cult-like rituals.
Personality: The silent type. He prefers listening to talking. It makes him come across as aloof and cold, however. Despite appearances, he doesn't like being alone, and he constantly finds himself thanking his lucky stars that he found his canine companion. Gupta tends to be rather stubborn. If you complain or try to get him to speak, it makes him stay silent even more.
RP sample: (Prompt: Mysterious phone call in a bookstore.)
The soft ring of a bell chimed overhead as a door was gently pushed open. In walked a tanned man whom appeared younger than his years. He was dressed in old, cheap clothing, which hung from his small frame and flowed in a fluid motion as he walked. It was odd how he seemed to be wearing whatever bits of linen he could find, when the jewelry he wore was of top-quality. Behind him, a bony yet sleek dog was at his heels.
The building was dimly lit, and a musty scent wafted in the air. If you could even say the air was wafting, that is. It was stale, as if the door had not opened in years, and fresh air was a foreign thing.
Gupta was about to walk past the front desk, further inside, but he was stopped by a not-so-enthusiastic voice.
"Hey, pets ain't 'llowed here..." Grumbled the employee.
The only reply given was a stare. A cold, unblinking stare. It wasn't intimidating, only unnerving. Creepy, even. His unnaturally golden irises were made even more apparent by the heavy, black eyeliner around his eyes. He looked at the young attendant as if he had not quite processed what was said. Deciding it wasn't that important, the clerk's head lowered, and a quiet, "Never mind," Was heard.
Getting his way, Gupta continued toward the many splintered, wooden shelves lining the store, gesturing for the dog to follow. The bookshop was small, but it was one of the only places to get... A certain type of book. Tucked away in the back corner, they gathered dust. He picked one up, not so much as frowning at the cloud of dust, and opened it. The yellowed pages stuck together from having not been turned in ages. Most of the text wasn't in English; Or any other coherent language, for that matter. Most of it was odd symbols, scribbles, whatever they could be called, accompanied by surreal illustrations. His eyes scanned over them, in deep concentration, until-
Ring. Ring.
With nothing but a quiet sigh, he closed the book and pulled a- very outdated by modern standards- cell phone from a makeshift pocket on his clothing. The device was flipped open, and he decided to let the absence of the ringing signal that he had picked up.
The conversation was pretty much one-sided. He would nod to himself or give a quiet grunt in reply every so often, but that was about it.
A few minutes passed by, and he finally hung up. Gupta gave a small frown, casting a glance at the book he had wanted to finish, but the call had to do with a very good offer for some of his wares. He clicked his tongue, calling for Anubis' attention, before making his way back to the front of the shop. Once again, the bell chimed overhead as the door was opened, and closed.
((So half-assed... Sorry. oTL ))