Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 7, 2009 5:15:14 GMT -5
Name; Graverobber (Graves for short)
Fandom; Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Picture; media.photobucket.com/image/graverobber/singinlama/graverobber-1.jpg?o=16 (couldn't get the image to appear, so here's the link to the picture)
Brief History [Don‘t copy from a source]: Graverobber's history is shrouded in mystery. He is one if not the main supplier of illegal Zydrate in the city. He supplies to junkies, first timers, and even celebrities, like Amber Sweet. He can almost always be found either in the Graveyard, obtaining more Zydrate, or in the Alleyway, selling said Zydrate. He met Shiloh when she ventured out of her house chancing a bug and because of this started the events that almost lead the girl to disaster. The truth being, Graves finds himself being the Narrator of the story of the city most of the time, even if he is narrating for himself or the junkies.
Personality [Don‘t copy from a source]: Graves is the type that really looks out for himself. He can help others around him at times, and it helps if he likes them, but normally, it's himself he's looking after. He often wonders how he became a Graverobber, but takes much joy out of his illegal actions. He also likes a good thrill, often shouting the word "Graves!" at the top of his lungs to the patrol men of the Graveyard will chase him.
Roleplaying Sample: Graves silently stalked through the Graveyard. The flashlights of the patrol men shined in the distance, but that didn't bother him. He was out to restock, and who said they could stop him anyway. He reached a relatively fresh grave and quietly bent down and took his satchel off. He places it upon the ground and lifted off the stone cover of the grave. There, wrapped in what appeared to be gauze was a nice, only somewhat decomposed body. Graves licked his lips as he opened his satchel and drew out his Zydrate collection syringe and got to work.
"It's a cold dark night, in this God forsaken place. With the mindless drones wondering about, and the soulless dead just laying about...and Moi of course. I work hard for my money, my pay. In these dark dark time, where something just isn't right, what can we all do? Well, do you know what I say?" he asked the body, who's nose was now penetrated by Grave's syringe.
"I say, we all do what we're best at. Some will play games, some will scheme, some will work, and I....I will," he said as he extracted the bright neon blue liquid from the body's skull and quickly put the little glass vile away in his coat.
"I will rob GRAAAAAAAAAAAVES!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The guard all jumped to attention and lights were aimed toward Graves as he took off at full speed with his bounty of Zydrate.
Fandom; Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Picture; media.photobucket.com/image/graverobber/singinlama/graverobber-1.jpg?o=16 (couldn't get the image to appear, so here's the link to the picture)
Brief History [Don‘t copy from a source]: Graverobber's history is shrouded in mystery. He is one if not the main supplier of illegal Zydrate in the city. He supplies to junkies, first timers, and even celebrities, like Amber Sweet. He can almost always be found either in the Graveyard, obtaining more Zydrate, or in the Alleyway, selling said Zydrate. He met Shiloh when she ventured out of her house chancing a bug and because of this started the events that almost lead the girl to disaster. The truth being, Graves finds himself being the Narrator of the story of the city most of the time, even if he is narrating for himself or the junkies.
Personality [Don‘t copy from a source]: Graves is the type that really looks out for himself. He can help others around him at times, and it helps if he likes them, but normally, it's himself he's looking after. He often wonders how he became a Graverobber, but takes much joy out of his illegal actions. He also likes a good thrill, often shouting the word "Graves!" at the top of his lungs to the patrol men of the Graveyard will chase him.
Roleplaying Sample: Graves silently stalked through the Graveyard. The flashlights of the patrol men shined in the distance, but that didn't bother him. He was out to restock, and who said they could stop him anyway. He reached a relatively fresh grave and quietly bent down and took his satchel off. He places it upon the ground and lifted off the stone cover of the grave. There, wrapped in what appeared to be gauze was a nice, only somewhat decomposed body. Graves licked his lips as he opened his satchel and drew out his Zydrate collection syringe and got to work.
"It's a cold dark night, in this God forsaken place. With the mindless drones wondering about, and the soulless dead just laying about...and Moi of course. I work hard for my money, my pay. In these dark dark time, where something just isn't right, what can we all do? Well, do you know what I say?" he asked the body, who's nose was now penetrated by Grave's syringe.
"I say, we all do what we're best at. Some will play games, some will scheme, some will work, and I....I will," he said as he extracted the bright neon blue liquid from the body's skull and quickly put the little glass vile away in his coat.
"I will rob GRAAAAAAAAAAAVES!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The guard all jumped to attention and lights were aimed toward Graves as he took off at full speed with his bounty of Zydrate.