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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2009, 02:23 AM (361 Views) | |
| Rattlesnake | Mar 9 2009, 02:23 AM Post #1 |
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Now you may be wondering, who was wearing the bolo tie? Me or the shark? Answer: YES!
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Name: Nicholas "Nick" Reid Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: 12 School: Bayview Secondary School Hobbies and Interests: Field hockey, creative anachronism, reading, writing, video games, physics Appearance: At 5'10" and 145 lbs, Nick is pretty thin and lanky. Most of his weight comes from his muscular legs, leaving his arms and torso skinny, and his hands spiderlike. His upper body has become slightly lopsided as a result of swordplay and archery, favoring his dominant left in strength and flexibility. Looking at him, it's obvious that Nick couldn't care less about his appearance; his black finger-length hair is horribly unkempt, he slouches, and his outfit is the same every day; dark jeans, black shoes, a faded and frayed MIT sweatshirt jacket that might fit well if he was perhaps 60 lbs heavier, and a T-shirt with a bad math joke on it. On the day of the abduction, his shirt is bright orange with a crude brown line drawing of a monkey's head above the words "There's No Right Way to Eat a Rhesus." His face is dominated by a large nose, courtesy of his Norwegian heritage, and his eyes are indistinguishably blue, green, or even grey. Despite rarely shaving, he's got a clean chin and barely-visible mustache. Biography: Nick knows firsthand that genius has its price. Though able to fit in well enough throughout elementary school, he began in middle school to find himself drifting away from the bourgeoisie as he grew increasingly eccentric. Around Freshman year, he became seriously depressed, a condition that has gone untreated due to a variety of factors; he doesn't feel like going through the inconvenience of getting it treated, he continually convinces himself that he's fine, he's capable of concealing it, and he's scared deep down that he'll dull his razor-sharp mind if he gets any sort of treatment. He also has a limited capacity for interpreting body language, emotions, and subtle hints. He doesn't listen to music because it holds no emotional value for him, and he sees the music industry as just another way of making people stupid while taking their money. Nick is the guy who is always right and he knows it. This causes him to be somewhat abrasive at times. Disliking everyone in general but nobody in particular, he is perfectly friendly on a one-on-one basis, but holds great disdain for the hoi polloi. Despite his incredible mental prowess, his grades are better than average at best and horrible at worst, largely due to his depression. Additionally, he is cuttingly sarcastic and morbidly sardonic. If you ask him where someone is, he'll reply that they're dead, and if you want to know where something is, he'll respond "I ate it." He claims to be a realist, stating that the proverbial glass is merely the cube root of two times as large as it needs to be, but is in reality quite pessimistic and views things much differently than most people. One day in 6th grade, Nick tried out shooting a friend's bow while they were out messing around. Rapidly gaining interest after he miraculously sunk 4 out of his first 5 shots into the hay bale, he decided to try his hand at improving his skills. One thing lead to another, and before long, he found himself a paying member of the Society for Creative Anachronism. While disliking the roleplaying aspect, having just a fake name for his persona, Nick revels in single and large-scale combat. It comes as quite a great surprise to most people that he's quite skilled with sword, bow, spear, and throwing weapons. Fittingly for his personality, he favors a reverse grip, both because it allows him to wield a much larger weapon than his skinny frame could otherwise handle, and because by the time most people recover from the shock of seeing someone actually use such an impractical style, they're already dead. From the first words he read, sometime during preschool, Nick has read everything in sight in a quest for knowledge. From the Magic Schoolbus series in his early years to his more recent perusal of the Feynman lectures, no text is safe from his prying eyes. Along the way, he's picked up quite the snowball of minutiae. Need to know that his large Adam's apple makes him "cock-throppled" or that opossums have 13 nipples? Even if you don't, he'll let you know anyways. After becoming a writer for the school newspaper, his tastes have branched out somewhat into fiction, especially the Cthulu Mythos and Discworld novels. All in all, Nick is a walking contradiction. He's a scrawny swordfighter; a college-bound National Merit Scholar who barely stays on the honor role; a resourceful smoothtalker who misses subtle hints; an eternal pessimist with great hopes for his future; an apathetic perfectionist; a cowardly fighter with an all-out aggressive style; a timid intellectual with an impulsive streak; a skilled public speaker but a horrid conversationalist; a sharp-witted aspiring physicist with little common sense; a horribly lazy hard worker; a strong-willed pushover; a music-hater with a perfect memory for it and a constant earworm; a visionary with no leadership skill; a humble respector of opinions who knows he's always right; and a keen observer who can't realize that his pride and joy is a depressed, unstable mind. Advantages: Highly analytical and a great sprinter and jumper, as well as skilled with various weapons and wildly unpredictable under duress Disadvantages: Highly (read: over-)analytical and a great sprinter and jumper (no endurance, great way to turn an ankle), as well as skilled with various weapons (medieval weapons) and wildly unpredictable under duress |
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VeeFive V4 NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE. | |
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| Megami | Mar 11 2009, 02:34 PM Post #2 |
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Squishy
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Interesting idea, Rattlesnake. I'll give him a shot. Approved. |
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