Post by Camille Desmoulins on Dec 16, 2007 13:16:46 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name: Kazz
Age: A super awesome age.
Contacts:
email: thepiratekazoo@gmail.com
aim: the pirate kazoo
Experience: Five years of roleplaying? Maybe six. I haven’t kept track.
Activity Level: Generally pretty active.
Graphics Ability: I can do some graphics stuff, and I am willing to help.
Favorite Book: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.
Opinion on the Site so Far: Pretty spiffin.
The Character
Full Name: Jeun Kazin
Nicknames: none
Age: Old. Enough said on the matter.
Side: Completely and totally neutral.
What are they; Sphinx- although he rarely inhabits his cat bodied form
Appearance:
Jeun takes the shape of a young Asian man, mostly because most people would be rather alarmed to see a human headed lion wandering around. He stands at 5’6 and still can not reach the top of his bookshelves without a small stool or standing on his tip toes.
A pair of oval shaped frame less glasses perch on the bridge of his nose and it is sometimes disputed weather or not he actually needs them. He keeps his shoulder length black hair back in a short pony-tail usually. If his hair is down he is either stressed or just woken up- neither of which are good times to be speaking with him.
He doesn’t have much variety in his choice of outfits. He wears a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans year round. He wears a jacket if it’s raining and a black dress shirt of special occasions but that is the extent of any change in his clothing choice.
Personality: Most often, he’s pretty apathetic. He’s often manipulative and will always put his own needs above the feels and needs of others. He doesn’t take direct routs to solve problems but rather ambles in a slow spiral towards the solution and has fun along the way; although his idea of fun could be disputed.
Although beyond all that he is fasinated by radios and electronic children's toys. He will take care in the details of everything and gets fussy over things that most often should have just been left alone. He does enjoy compony and intelligent conversations and likes a good debate. He has a great love for teas and one sure way to get on his good side in introducing him to a new brew of tea.
Likes:
Crossword Puzzles, riddles, sudoku, books, analyzing people, good Thai food, tourist Chinese food, Greek cuisine of any kind, jigsaw puzzles, chess, pens, knitting, tea.
Dislikes:
Idiots, slider puzzles, sewing, bland Mexican food, people trying to make him take sides, rushing, people disrespecting his books, cats, the smell of nail polish, pencils.
Strengths:
He’s good at listening- both in the presence of sound and when out of sight. He keeps connections and uses them to pool information. He will manipulate and coddle and do whatever he can to get just a little piece of information out of a person. Jeun is good at analyzing information and extracting what’s true and what’s exaggeration and what could be useful. He can also make a very good cup of tea and makes a damn good pound cake.
Weaknesses:
When something illogical comes up, he has no idea what to do. Most often this pertains to human emotion, for this reason he has a problem with compassion. His idea of ‘comforting’ is to an awkward pat on the shoulder and a forced ‘there there’. He sometimes tries to use logic when there is nothing logical about the situation and he ends up simply delving too deep into something he should have taken at face value. He is often rather closed minded and will form his opinions very quickly.
Fears:
Juen fears, above all else, the unknown. Yet he refuses to partake in a religion since he claims that none of it is true.
Family Tree:
Non-Biological Younger Sister: Mesi. MIA 319
Non-Biological Older Brother: Amun. MIA 319
Non-Biological Younger Brother: Kosey. MIA 319
History:
It is hard to say when Jeun's life actually started. Most likely, sometime around 1st Century B.C. One thing known is that he was never actually named- his mother died in child birth and less then a day afterwards was killed. Knowledge after this point is lost due to the ignorance of men who fear things that are different. He reemerges with records from only time he fulfilled the purpose he was created for- guarding. He was one of four sphinxes charged with guarding the largest library in the world and generally enjoyed it. He went by the name of Jahi during this period.
In 319, Emperor Theodosius I ordered the destruction of all pagan temples, and Patriarch Theophilus of Alexandria complied by burning down the great library.
All four of the Sphinxes were supposedly lost to the fire, burned with the knowledge they guarded.
However, Jeun did not. He did vanish for a time, biding his time in places that humans did not go. Brooding, souring, making dealings with creatures dark and foul. Emerging to only the most baren areas of the earth and only to complete deals. Doing many things that he will never admit to and eventually resigning to the fact that knowledge was not something worth guarding.
When he resurfaced it was 1804 and he began to run a book store Singapore, buying and selling books when an idea stuck him. So much information was not in books, and could not be easily accessed. So why not sell that?
At that time he was going by the name of Dong He. He did much the same things he did in Shawl and worked with much the same people. However, he spoke Chinese and everyone was a lot smaller.
After a rather embarrassing, completely life threatening screw up though, he decided to move shop. He didn’t just change locations or cities even. This was the sort of life-threatening screw up where you needed an ocean and a name change to feel completely safe. Thus he set up a store in Shawl, called himself Jeun and started to pick up his connections and build up his business.
Other: Jeun owns a book store- Counsel Books- that sells very select books. However he makes next to nothing from it, and his real business in the selling of information. For the right price he can give you whatever information you need. To access to service you go into Counsel Books at whatever time of day, ring the bell on the desk and wait one minute and twenty three seconds, then answer his riddle.
After that it is all a matter of price. Price depends on if he has to acquire the information, and if he does how hard the information would be to acquire.
Anything Else:
Roleplay Sample:
Counsel Books was a little book store squished in between and laundry mat and an excellent Thai restaurant which could have been mistaken for the laundry mat. The building that it was situated in looked to have been forced into place between its neighbors. He brick was just a tinge darker then the buildings on either side and the lettering was not one of those fancy light-up-at-night things. It was painted onto the bricks in white paint in an attempt to discourage pidgins from nesting around the shop. The attempt had failed due to the fact that the small awning over the display window provided the perfect place for nests to be built.
The name of the books store was a bit of a double entendre, for while yes it did indeed sell books- that was not how its owner made their living. Indeed, the book store made very little money on the actual selling of books due to the fact that the selection was limited to the things that the owner personally liked or thought were useful and competent books.
What the owner sold the most of was information.
On any day of the week you could walk into the little store and tap the bell on the counter. Even if the owner was sitting at the counter you had to tap the bell. You would then have to wait for exactly two minutes and twenty-three seconds in silence- again, even if the owner was sitting right there in front of you- and then the little Asian man would look at you and heave a sigh and give you a riddle. If you can answer this riddle, then you’re mostly home free.
Now, he can tell you quite near anything if you are willing to pay enough. If he doesn’t know the answer to the question you’re asking, you can pay a great deal of money to have him find out.
On this particular day it was hot, sticky and gruesome outside. And Jeun was reveling in the invention of air conditioning. The store was just as empty as it usually was, save one person in the back quietly looking through the mythology books. He didn’t pay any attention to them though, and was perfectly content to do the paper’s cross word puzzle in the perfect, dry, 72 degree shop with his feet resting on the counter and his specially designed black leather spinning office chair leaned back as far as it could without tipping over.
The book store seemed much smaller then the space actually was, due mostly to the amounts of stuff that was crammed in. All of the walls were lined with shelves and there were more floor shelves then there probably should have been. The wooden floors were not carpeted, and the florescent lights where not turned on, so only the sunlight from outside provided any light. The books were packed onto shelves too tightly and if you pulled one out too fast you were quite liable to knock out most of the books on that shelf.
All of this was to drive people away from coming to the shop unless they were very desperate for books, or were here for his primary service.
He didn’t glance up as the bell on his desk chimed once; he simply penned in 26 down and looked at the clue for 26 across.
After exactly a minute and twenty three seconds he looked up at the woman with her mythology book. He looked at his cross word again and took his feet off the desk, leaning foreword to look at her.
“Trout Basket, five letters,” he said, smiling at the woman who looked rather flustered at the sudden question.
“Oh, uh. A… five letters you say?” she asked, getting the response of only raised eyebrows. She pursed her lips and opened her mouth a few times- managing a very good impression of a herring out of water while she was at it. “A… Creel?”
The woman flinched and when he didn’t move she relaxed and watched as he penned it in, “Thank you, that one was tough. Now, what falls but doesn’t break, and what breaks but never falls?”
The woman’s eyes widened as she realized that the first question had not been the riddle she’d been told she was supposed to answer. She wrung her hands and looked around the shop for some sort of divine clue as she clapped her hands, did more fish impressions, made strange noises and avoided eye contact with the man behind the counter.
“Ah. Night and day?” she asked, looking hopeful and bracing herself.
“My my, aren’t you cleaver?” Jeun asked, and then put his feet back up on the counter and leaned back, “So, what is it that you want?”
She took a steadying breath, “I want information on an Anthony Carter,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her.
Jeun looked upwards at the ceiling and squinted his eyes in thought, “One thousand,” he said, the woman pulled a check book out of her purse, and Jeun continued, “Make it out to cash please.”
The woman slid the check over the counter and he leaned foreword and inspected it. He then put it under an empty mug of tea and got up, “Wait here ma’am,” he said, and walked into the back room.
Jeun sighed as he looked through the filed cabinets, picking through the manila folders- each of which was carefully labeled and put alphabetically and by subject matter. He count Mr. Carter’s file easily and took it out, holding the place with his finger as he grabbed a wooden chop-stick from on top of the cabinet and shoved it into the spot where the folder belonged. He walked back out and sat down in his chair, opening the folder, “Now, what is it that you want to know?”
“Recent activities,” she said, looking out the window of the shop.
“Alright Mrs. Carter,” Jeun said, paging through the papers. Mrs. Carter tensed for a moment, then hung her head as Jeun continued, “Take notes please, I won’t repeat myself.”
Jeun hardly even noticed that she was crying by half way through, and when he did notice he looked at her for a moment and then grabbed a tissue from the box on the desk and handed it to her.
Really, just because her husband was smuggling guns in Mali was no reason to start bawling.
Name: Kazz
Age: A super awesome age.
Contacts:
email: thepiratekazoo@gmail.com
aim: the pirate kazoo
Experience: Five years of roleplaying? Maybe six. I haven’t kept track.
Activity Level: Generally pretty active.
Graphics Ability: I can do some graphics stuff, and I am willing to help.
Favorite Book: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.
Opinion on the Site so Far: Pretty spiffin.
The Character
Full Name: Jeun Kazin
Nicknames: none
Age: Old. Enough said on the matter.
Side: Completely and totally neutral.
What are they; Sphinx- although he rarely inhabits his cat bodied form
Appearance:
Jeun takes the shape of a young Asian man, mostly because most people would be rather alarmed to see a human headed lion wandering around. He stands at 5’6 and still can not reach the top of his bookshelves without a small stool or standing on his tip toes.
A pair of oval shaped frame less glasses perch on the bridge of his nose and it is sometimes disputed weather or not he actually needs them. He keeps his shoulder length black hair back in a short pony-tail usually. If his hair is down he is either stressed or just woken up- neither of which are good times to be speaking with him.
He doesn’t have much variety in his choice of outfits. He wears a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans year round. He wears a jacket if it’s raining and a black dress shirt of special occasions but that is the extent of any change in his clothing choice.
Personality: Most often, he’s pretty apathetic. He’s often manipulative and will always put his own needs above the feels and needs of others. He doesn’t take direct routs to solve problems but rather ambles in a slow spiral towards the solution and has fun along the way; although his idea of fun could be disputed.
Although beyond all that he is fasinated by radios and electronic children's toys. He will take care in the details of everything and gets fussy over things that most often should have just been left alone. He does enjoy compony and intelligent conversations and likes a good debate. He has a great love for teas and one sure way to get on his good side in introducing him to a new brew of tea.
Likes:
Crossword Puzzles, riddles, sudoku, books, analyzing people, good Thai food, tourist Chinese food, Greek cuisine of any kind, jigsaw puzzles, chess, pens, knitting, tea.
Dislikes:
Idiots, slider puzzles, sewing, bland Mexican food, people trying to make him take sides, rushing, people disrespecting his books, cats, the smell of nail polish, pencils.
Strengths:
He’s good at listening- both in the presence of sound and when out of sight. He keeps connections and uses them to pool information. He will manipulate and coddle and do whatever he can to get just a little piece of information out of a person. Jeun is good at analyzing information and extracting what’s true and what’s exaggeration and what could be useful. He can also make a very good cup of tea and makes a damn good pound cake.
Weaknesses:
When something illogical comes up, he has no idea what to do. Most often this pertains to human emotion, for this reason he has a problem with compassion. His idea of ‘comforting’ is to an awkward pat on the shoulder and a forced ‘there there’. He sometimes tries to use logic when there is nothing logical about the situation and he ends up simply delving too deep into something he should have taken at face value. He is often rather closed minded and will form his opinions very quickly.
Fears:
Juen fears, above all else, the unknown. Yet he refuses to partake in a religion since he claims that none of it is true.
Family Tree:
Non-Biological Younger Sister: Mesi. MIA 319
Non-Biological Older Brother: Amun. MIA 319
Non-Biological Younger Brother: Kosey. MIA 319
History:
It is hard to say when Jeun's life actually started. Most likely, sometime around 1st Century B.C. One thing known is that he was never actually named- his mother died in child birth and less then a day afterwards was killed. Knowledge after this point is lost due to the ignorance of men who fear things that are different. He reemerges with records from only time he fulfilled the purpose he was created for- guarding. He was one of four sphinxes charged with guarding the largest library in the world and generally enjoyed it. He went by the name of Jahi during this period.
In 319, Emperor Theodosius I ordered the destruction of all pagan temples, and Patriarch Theophilus of Alexandria complied by burning down the great library.
All four of the Sphinxes were supposedly lost to the fire, burned with the knowledge they guarded.
However, Jeun did not. He did vanish for a time, biding his time in places that humans did not go. Brooding, souring, making dealings with creatures dark and foul. Emerging to only the most baren areas of the earth and only to complete deals. Doing many things that he will never admit to and eventually resigning to the fact that knowledge was not something worth guarding.
When he resurfaced it was 1804 and he began to run a book store Singapore, buying and selling books when an idea stuck him. So much information was not in books, and could not be easily accessed. So why not sell that?
At that time he was going by the name of Dong He. He did much the same things he did in Shawl and worked with much the same people. However, he spoke Chinese and everyone was a lot smaller.
After a rather embarrassing, completely life threatening screw up though, he decided to move shop. He didn’t just change locations or cities even. This was the sort of life-threatening screw up where you needed an ocean and a name change to feel completely safe. Thus he set up a store in Shawl, called himself Jeun and started to pick up his connections and build up his business.
Other: Jeun owns a book store- Counsel Books- that sells very select books. However he makes next to nothing from it, and his real business in the selling of information. For the right price he can give you whatever information you need. To access to service you go into Counsel Books at whatever time of day, ring the bell on the desk and wait one minute and twenty three seconds, then answer his riddle.
After that it is all a matter of price. Price depends on if he has to acquire the information, and if he does how hard the information would be to acquire.
Anything Else:
Roleplay Sample:
Counsel Books was a little book store squished in between and laundry mat and an excellent Thai restaurant which could have been mistaken for the laundry mat. The building that it was situated in looked to have been forced into place between its neighbors. He brick was just a tinge darker then the buildings on either side and the lettering was not one of those fancy light-up-at-night things. It was painted onto the bricks in white paint in an attempt to discourage pidgins from nesting around the shop. The attempt had failed due to the fact that the small awning over the display window provided the perfect place for nests to be built.
The name of the books store was a bit of a double entendre, for while yes it did indeed sell books- that was not how its owner made their living. Indeed, the book store made very little money on the actual selling of books due to the fact that the selection was limited to the things that the owner personally liked or thought were useful and competent books.
What the owner sold the most of was information.
On any day of the week you could walk into the little store and tap the bell on the counter. Even if the owner was sitting at the counter you had to tap the bell. You would then have to wait for exactly two minutes and twenty-three seconds in silence- again, even if the owner was sitting right there in front of you- and then the little Asian man would look at you and heave a sigh and give you a riddle. If you can answer this riddle, then you’re mostly home free.
Now, he can tell you quite near anything if you are willing to pay enough. If he doesn’t know the answer to the question you’re asking, you can pay a great deal of money to have him find out.
On this particular day it was hot, sticky and gruesome outside. And Jeun was reveling in the invention of air conditioning. The store was just as empty as it usually was, save one person in the back quietly looking through the mythology books. He didn’t pay any attention to them though, and was perfectly content to do the paper’s cross word puzzle in the perfect, dry, 72 degree shop with his feet resting on the counter and his specially designed black leather spinning office chair leaned back as far as it could without tipping over.
The book store seemed much smaller then the space actually was, due mostly to the amounts of stuff that was crammed in. All of the walls were lined with shelves and there were more floor shelves then there probably should have been. The wooden floors were not carpeted, and the florescent lights where not turned on, so only the sunlight from outside provided any light. The books were packed onto shelves too tightly and if you pulled one out too fast you were quite liable to knock out most of the books on that shelf.
All of this was to drive people away from coming to the shop unless they were very desperate for books, or were here for his primary service.
He didn’t glance up as the bell on his desk chimed once; he simply penned in 26 down and looked at the clue for 26 across.
After exactly a minute and twenty three seconds he looked up at the woman with her mythology book. He looked at his cross word again and took his feet off the desk, leaning foreword to look at her.
“Trout Basket, five letters,” he said, smiling at the woman who looked rather flustered at the sudden question.
“Oh, uh. A… five letters you say?” she asked, getting the response of only raised eyebrows. She pursed her lips and opened her mouth a few times- managing a very good impression of a herring out of water while she was at it. “A… Creel?”
The woman flinched and when he didn’t move she relaxed and watched as he penned it in, “Thank you, that one was tough. Now, what falls but doesn’t break, and what breaks but never falls?”
The woman’s eyes widened as she realized that the first question had not been the riddle she’d been told she was supposed to answer. She wrung her hands and looked around the shop for some sort of divine clue as she clapped her hands, did more fish impressions, made strange noises and avoided eye contact with the man behind the counter.
“Ah. Night and day?” she asked, looking hopeful and bracing herself.
“My my, aren’t you cleaver?” Jeun asked, and then put his feet back up on the counter and leaned back, “So, what is it that you want?”
She took a steadying breath, “I want information on an Anthony Carter,” she said, clasping her hands in front of her.
Jeun looked upwards at the ceiling and squinted his eyes in thought, “One thousand,” he said, the woman pulled a check book out of her purse, and Jeun continued, “Make it out to cash please.”
The woman slid the check over the counter and he leaned foreword and inspected it. He then put it under an empty mug of tea and got up, “Wait here ma’am,” he said, and walked into the back room.
Jeun sighed as he looked through the filed cabinets, picking through the manila folders- each of which was carefully labeled and put alphabetically and by subject matter. He count Mr. Carter’s file easily and took it out, holding the place with his finger as he grabbed a wooden chop-stick from on top of the cabinet and shoved it into the spot where the folder belonged. He walked back out and sat down in his chair, opening the folder, “Now, what is it that you want to know?”
“Recent activities,” she said, looking out the window of the shop.
“Alright Mrs. Carter,” Jeun said, paging through the papers. Mrs. Carter tensed for a moment, then hung her head as Jeun continued, “Take notes please, I won’t repeat myself.”
Jeun hardly even noticed that she was crying by half way through, and when he did notice he looked at her for a moment and then grabbed a tissue from the box on the desk and handed it to her.
Really, just because her husband was smuggling guns in Mali was no reason to start bawling.