Post by kevlar on May 23, 2008 18:06:03 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name: Kevlar
Contacts: thisdustyoldtrack_@hotmail.com
Roleplaying Experience: Mostly sci-fi and fantasy genre, mostly modern.
Activity Level: I'm an active lurker. That count?
Honestly, I try to be as active as my Change-From-Moment-To-Moment mood allows me to be.
Favorite Book(s): Mercedes Thompson series.
The Character
Full Name: Jael W. Stryker
Nicknames: Jael wonders why he would need a nickname since his name is so short anyway.
Age: 29 ((tottering on the brink of thirty-ness))
Side: Since he's the newly-appointed police chief, you'd think he'd be on the goody-two-shoes side of things, no? But you never know.
What are they? Were-coyote. Not all that great, when you think about it. There's a lot more helpful things to be born as - like a chef, for an example.
Powers: Being incredibly annoying, but that's not much of a power. If having the ability to shift into a small, brown coyote counts as a power....
Occupation: See above : chief of the police department.
Appearance: Jael's appearance usually stays the same - the only changes that he regularly makes is making sure he A: shaves and showers ((at the same time)), B: cuts his hair.
Jael is not tall nor short but rather a happy medium height-wise. His skin is lightly tanned, his hair is pepper ((as in Hot Chilly Peppers, not salt & pepper pepper)) colored naturally, some times bordering on rust-looking. Jael does not allow it to grow long due to his irate at having hair get in his eyes, usually meaning it is never allowed past his collar bone. His wardrobe consists of five pairs of jeans, one leather brown jacket, zero suits ((he wonders if he will be made to acquire one, but until then, screw it)), one baseball cap, one pair of running sneakers, one pair of army boots, a rain coat.
Personality:
Jael is not insane.
He is crazily opinionated.
There is a difference.
That being said he does not ever like people in his home. Never. He is quite paranoid, and the thought of people touching his things drives him mad. He is tempted to growl at people who even dare to touch the outside of his little one-bedroom apartment. His neighbors are quite sure that Jael owns a Doberman or a German Shepherd, but oddly, they never see it. Perhaps it is nocturnal?
Jael has mood swings. One moment he could be calmly talking to you about the taste of a cup of coffee, the next he could be poring one down your trousers. It is best to give him about a foot of space ((he does not like his personal 'bubble' invaded)) normally, about a mile when he is extremely pissed off at the world and, namely, you.
Jael does not like dogs. Nor birds. Nor rabbits. He can stand cats. He owns one.
Jael appears to be quite obnoxious. He is and he always will be. He hates you. Get over it.
Jael likes the human race, even though he has to remind himself of this several times a day. He likes the human race....he just doesn't like humans individually.
Likes:
Ice cream. Unlike peanut butter, it does not stick to the roof of your mouth and you have to spend hours on end trying to get your tongue to dislodge it.
Cats. They do not slobber, bark, drive you up a wall, or demand to be walked.
Steak. He loves BBQued.
Any kind of meat you can imagine. Except lunch meat.
Dislikes:
Dogs, birds, basically any prey animal and most predator ones. Cheetahs are cool looking.
Peanut butter. See above.
YOU. He COULD like you...he just chooses not to.
Strengths:
Stuffed animals. His room is littered with them, and his favorite thing to do is curl up on his bed, surround himself with stuffed-ness, and go to sleep. He does this after a long, tiring day.
His determination. He will try, try, and try again until he gets what is desired of him.
His hard-headedness.
Weaknesses:
His lack of loyalty. He does what suits him and what will benefit him in the end. He does not think of it as selfishness - it's survival.
Fears:
Chihuahuas. They're small, barky, and scary. They could bite his foot and ruin his sneakers, for God's sake!
Dying. Most people are scared of dying, however, so it's not really a unique fear.
History:
December 1st, 1979, Jael W. Stryker was born.
Jael W. Stryker grew up in Dallas, Texas until he was about eight. He had been raised by his father, mother, grandmother, and six siblings. Being the youngest of four brothers and the oldest of two sisters, Jael teetered between being the blunt of all the jokes by his brothers and being the person who his sisters admired. He grew up with cats, which is probably why he has a likance to them, and always had a hatred for his father's sheep dogs, who usually bit him when he got too close to the herd.
Jael had a basic education until he was eighteen, and he never bothered to go off to college as he had no interests in anything college had to offer. To sum it up he really did not have any interests....that was until he moved to Shawl.
How does he fit?
Jael is crazy, lovable ((okay, not really, since it's like loving a rock)), and smart ((when he wants to be)). And since somone {coughALIcough-} suggested making a character to be chief of the PD, Jael instantly came to mind.
Roleplay Sample:
"Siska, get off the television. Unless you want me to throw your scrawny butt outside.
......
"I'm not joking with you, cat. OFF.
Oh, let her stay. She's not doing any harm.
No.
Why not? She's not doing any harm.
"You're getting hair all over the top of the television. You have a cat bed to sleep on, you know."
I think you do this just to annoy her.
"You're just doing this to annoy me, Siska."
Copy cat.
"SHUT UP AND GO AWAY".
Jael ran a hand through his unruly hair and sighed in pure and utter frustration. Having two voices in your head was annoying enough, not to mention having a cat that ignored everything you said just to spite you and then trying to talk to said annoying cat and not the voices in your head was not easy.
Maybe you should go to a therapist.
Shutupshutupshutupshutup. Goaway.
"Siiissskkkaaaa, please?"
The black-and-white cat opened one eye and yawned, stretching out a paw so it hanged limply over the edge of the telly. Her tail swished back and forth, but it wasn't the IHateYou!Swish that Jael knew so well, so maybe Siska would do what he asked. His spirits soared as she slowly stretched and started to get up.
"GOOD GIRL".
Siska turned briskly around, curled her tail around her paws, and laid back down so she was facing the wall. Jael glared at her back.
Today was like any other day -re-arrange the living room day. So far he had managed to put the lime green couch from the right wall to the left one, hence why he needed to move the Television set so he could see it. And to do that he needed the lazy cat off of it so he could pick it up and then move the entertainment center over to the right wall, facing the left wall. And the cat refused to move. LOVELY.
No need to shout, dear boy. You can move the TV later.
Siska jumped off the TV.
OOC: YAY FOR CRAPPYNESS! >.>
Name: Kevlar
Contacts: thisdustyoldtrack_@hotmail.com
Roleplaying Experience: Mostly sci-fi and fantasy genre, mostly modern.
Activity Level: I'm an active lurker. That count?
Honestly, I try to be as active as my Change-From-Moment-To-Moment mood allows me to be.
Favorite Book(s): Mercedes Thompson series.
The Character
Full Name: Jael W. Stryker
Nicknames: Jael wonders why he would need a nickname since his name is so short anyway.
Age: 29 ((tottering on the brink of thirty-ness))
Side: Since he's the newly-appointed police chief, you'd think he'd be on the goody-two-shoes side of things, no? But you never know.
What are they? Were-coyote. Not all that great, when you think about it. There's a lot more helpful things to be born as - like a chef, for an example.
Powers: Being incredibly annoying, but that's not much of a power. If having the ability to shift into a small, brown coyote counts as a power....
Occupation: See above : chief of the police department.
Appearance: Jael's appearance usually stays the same - the only changes that he regularly makes is making sure he A: shaves and showers ((at the same time)), B: cuts his hair.
Jael is not tall nor short but rather a happy medium height-wise. His skin is lightly tanned, his hair is pepper ((as in Hot Chilly Peppers, not salt & pepper pepper)) colored naturally, some times bordering on rust-looking. Jael does not allow it to grow long due to his irate at having hair get in his eyes, usually meaning it is never allowed past his collar bone. His wardrobe consists of five pairs of jeans, one leather brown jacket, zero suits ((he wonders if he will be made to acquire one, but until then, screw it)), one baseball cap, one pair of running sneakers, one pair of army boots, a rain coat.
Personality:
Jael is not insane.
He is crazily opinionated.
There is a difference.
That being said he does not ever like people in his home. Never. He is quite paranoid, and the thought of people touching his things drives him mad. He is tempted to growl at people who even dare to touch the outside of his little one-bedroom apartment. His neighbors are quite sure that Jael owns a Doberman or a German Shepherd, but oddly, they never see it. Perhaps it is nocturnal?
Jael has mood swings. One moment he could be calmly talking to you about the taste of a cup of coffee, the next he could be poring one down your trousers. It is best to give him about a foot of space ((he does not like his personal 'bubble' invaded)) normally, about a mile when he is extremely pissed off at the world and, namely, you.
Jael does not like dogs. Nor birds. Nor rabbits. He can stand cats. He owns one.
Jael appears to be quite obnoxious. He is and he always will be. He hates you. Get over it.
Jael likes the human race, even though he has to remind himself of this several times a day. He likes the human race....he just doesn't like humans individually.
Likes:
Ice cream. Unlike peanut butter, it does not stick to the roof of your mouth and you have to spend hours on end trying to get your tongue to dislodge it.
Cats. They do not slobber, bark, drive you up a wall, or demand to be walked.
Steak. He loves BBQued.
Any kind of meat you can imagine. Except lunch meat.
Dislikes:
Dogs, birds, basically any prey animal and most predator ones. Cheetahs are cool looking.
Peanut butter. See above.
YOU. He COULD like you...he just chooses not to.
Strengths:
Stuffed animals. His room is littered with them, and his favorite thing to do is curl up on his bed, surround himself with stuffed-ness, and go to sleep. He does this after a long, tiring day.
His determination. He will try, try, and try again until he gets what is desired of him.
His hard-headedness.
Weaknesses:
His lack of loyalty. He does what suits him and what will benefit him in the end. He does not think of it as selfishness - it's survival.
Fears:
Chihuahuas. They're small, barky, and scary. They could bite his foot and ruin his sneakers, for God's sake!
Dying. Most people are scared of dying, however, so it's not really a unique fear.
History:
December 1st, 1979, Jael W. Stryker was born.
Jael W. Stryker grew up in Dallas, Texas until he was about eight. He had been raised by his father, mother, grandmother, and six siblings. Being the youngest of four brothers and the oldest of two sisters, Jael teetered between being the blunt of all the jokes by his brothers and being the person who his sisters admired. He grew up with cats, which is probably why he has a likance to them, and always had a hatred for his father's sheep dogs, who usually bit him when he got too close to the herd.
Jael had a basic education until he was eighteen, and he never bothered to go off to college as he had no interests in anything college had to offer. To sum it up he really did not have any interests....that was until he moved to Shawl.
How does he fit?
Jael is crazy, lovable ((okay, not really, since it's like loving a rock)), and smart ((when he wants to be)). And since somone {coughALIcough-} suggested making a character to be chief of the PD, Jael instantly came to mind.
Roleplay Sample:
"Siska, get off the television. Unless you want me to throw your scrawny butt outside.
......
"I'm not joking with you, cat. OFF.
Oh, let her stay. She's not doing any harm.
No.
Why not? She's not doing any harm.
"You're getting hair all over the top of the television. You have a cat bed to sleep on, you know."
I think you do this just to annoy her.
"You're just doing this to annoy me, Siska."
Copy cat.
"SHUT UP AND GO AWAY".
Jael ran a hand through his unruly hair and sighed in pure and utter frustration. Having two voices in your head was annoying enough, not to mention having a cat that ignored everything you said just to spite you and then trying to talk to said annoying cat and not the voices in your head was not easy.
Maybe you should go to a therapist.
Shutupshutupshutupshutup. Goaway.
"Siiissskkkaaaa, please?"
The black-and-white cat opened one eye and yawned, stretching out a paw so it hanged limply over the edge of the telly. Her tail swished back and forth, but it wasn't the IHateYou!Swish that Jael knew so well, so maybe Siska would do what he asked. His spirits soared as she slowly stretched and started to get up.
"GOOD GIRL".
Siska turned briskly around, curled her tail around her paws, and laid back down so she was facing the wall. Jael glared at her back.
Today was like any other day -re-arrange the living room day. So far he had managed to put the lime green couch from the right wall to the left one, hence why he needed to move the Television set so he could see it. And to do that he needed the lazy cat off of it so he could pick it up and then move the entertainment center over to the right wall, facing the left wall. And the cat refused to move. LOVELY.
No need to shout, dear boy. You can move the TV later.
Siska jumped off the TV.
OOC: YAY FOR CRAPPYNESS! >.>