Post by vederewalker on May 6, 2007 22:50:49 GMT 7
You You You
Name/Alias/Nickname:Kenzie
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Location: Michigan
The Character
Full Name: Vedere Walker
Age: 36
D.O.B: 11/13/1971
P.O.B: Detroit
Gender: Male
Member Group?: Citizen
Major: (only for students)
Subject Teaching: (only for professors)
Appearance Body Type: Blue eyes, somewhat toned, nothing too muscular, but definitely not small. It's not from attempts to become muscular or appealing. His tone comes from general hard work.Generally a bit scrubby, unshaved, usually smells of cigarette smoke, but usually tries to appear somewhat cleaned and often fails. He knows when a shower is due, but only takes when when the cologne won't drown out the smell of smoke. Hair is Blonde, shaggy and unkempt.
He's got a few knicks and scars from fights, but nothing too exciting yet. Has a few random tattoos on his arms, the collection slowly grows when he gets bored. As far as clothes, he'd prefer a pair of jeans and a loose fitting shirt. But when he's 'working' with the wives, or gambling, he opts for a slightly more professional appearance, but not so much so as to stand out. Looking the part is key.
What Don't They Like About Themselves: He more or less doesn't care about himself. He doesn't particularly like anything. But if he had enough gumption to sit down and scrutinize anything, it'd probably be adding a few more inches to his height. He wants a more towering affect.
Celebrity: Keifer Sutherland
Personality:Sarcastic to a fault, moody when he can't get his nicotine fix, con man, slight ego only in the aspect that he thinks nobody can rub him the wrong way. He's really casual around women and feels he doesn't need to impress them. Men are neutral territory for him. He tries to turn on a natural sort of charm, it's up to the target whether or not he's been successfull. He'd like to think he can snag a lady if he wanted to, but he's never given it a serious try.
Vedere has a sort of respect for women that don't buy into the expensive pleasures of the high life. He's most attracted to the sort of woman who can find pleasure in the small things. He's never been attracted to a woman that hired him as a call boy. How could he? People of high society amuse him, he thinks they place too much values on the wrong things.
Hobbies/Interests:Smoking, trouble, women
Likes: A good cigar now and then, relaxing.
Dislikes: Boredom, but if he finds something to do that involves other people, he'll continue to appear bored... wouldn't want anyone to think he was enjoying something.
Flaws: Unable to speak his true feelings. He can give you a lot shit, and sarcastically deny anything you ask.. but a straigh forward answer is hard to come by when he cares for someone.
He's quite blunt. It tends to get him in trouble.
Holds a grudge like a cheerleader scorned.
History:Vedere doesn't remember much about where he's from or who his parent's were. Being abandoned at the age of 8, his only family were the adults of the streets who offered him help on rare ocassions. He often had to fend for himself as there was never enough to take care of everyone. His first income came from playing dice with a local school boy. Vedere found if he positioned the dice in his hand a certain way, he could often elicit a certain few numbers he needed. The other boy never suspected a thing.
Vedere grew to become quite street smart, often making a living off of swindling the wealthy of their riches and becoming somewhat of a call boy for wealthy wives. This is where he learned and gained his women and gambling skills that he hones as often as possible. He hasn't successfully used his 'women' skills to engage in a legitimate relationship, only in con relationships. His first love, at 17, was a far older woman whom he'd become attached to after she offered him a small job of cleaning the bar after the weekend crowd. The smallest charms of kindness are unfamiliar to Vedere and he hasn't had enough experience with kindness to properly respond to it.
Currently, Vedere continues his life of swindling and deception. He'd like to slow down though.. become more honest... but honesty doesn't seem to pay as well as the con man life.
RP Example:(at least two paragraphs)
He watched with curiosity when she picked up the discarded tobacco. How funny it looked in her feminine hands... something marred with dirt and the implied aspects of a shady owner in the hands of someone who was the perfect opposite of all those things. He almost closed his eyes to avoid seeing something so pure with something of a poison.
The sight of the matches and the piece of cigar, juxtaposed together made his hands shake in anticipation. He could almost taste the satisfaction that would come from that first puff. But even the warmth of her company was outshining the soothing comforts of a long awaited cigar. What was it about this girl that had his heart pounding at an unusual pace? He had to keep his cool. "Don't make a fool of yerself..." he thought in his mind. Afterall, even contemplating the idea that this young girl would look his way twice was enough to make even himself laugh.
"You're a ray of sunshine." He smiled and took the offered items. The cigar couldn't light fast enough to sate his excitement. The first fluff of gray emitted from his mouth and he could feel his heart beginning to slow to a relaxed pace. But the butterflies in his stomach still hadn't ceased their incessant fluttering. He'd like to rip them out jar them with rubbing alcohol.