White Rabbit.
Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 12:29 pm*************************************************************************************
Character Introduction for:
Real Name: David Temple.
Alias: White Rabbit, W.R.
Played By: R.
AIM/AOL Name: (AIM) paragon shift.
Avatar Name: Andrew-Lee Potts.
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Physical Stats:
Age: 31.
Birthday: November 11, 1982.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Build: Average.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Hazel; often one extreme of green, or brown.
Identifying Features:
Small, thin, scar beneath his right eyelid.
Scarred knuckles.
Further up, hidden by sleeves, numerous straight-lined, thin white scars over the tops of his wrists.
Typical Clothing Choice:
Considering his position within the Agency, he's often seen in the best of the best; Armani suits with red lapels. Red ties, and simple black boots. Freidrich wants them all to have no true identity, and to act as one.
Outside, when he's not working - when he isn't allowing himself to be tracked - you'll find that the only thing that does not change is the fact that he wears fingerless, black gloves. Everything else is left to change, for he doesn't want to become the hunted. Layered shirts, and pants sometimes deemed too tight or too loose.
Mental/Personality Traits and Weaknesses/Phobias:
Mental/Personality Traits:
Reserved. Has the ability to focus on tasks at hand, and think later. (Or, perhaps that was programmed.)
He has, however, been known to over-think things and get a bit spastic and fuck things up, as Freidrich puts it.
His personality is stiff, and he's far often soft-spoken unless irritated or angered -- which rarely happens.
Weaknesses/Phobias:
He has a heart that's still capable of beating, and often doesn't quite understand why the Agency won't just let people be.
Everyone has their own inner demons, and W.R. is no different than them; he's struggled in the past, as well.
He can be skittish when things get out of hand, or if he feels he's being closed in on.
Deep down, he's scared that Freidrich will turn on him and end him. Aside from that, he's concerned about dying without ever making a huge impact on anyone's life. Dying without dignity.
Home, Haven and Occupation/Hobbies:
Home:
Undisclosed.
Haven:
Anywhere quiet and secluded, where he can think.
Occupation:
The Agency.
Hobbies:
In his free time, he prefers to read. Drink coffee, and keep his head down, while pretending to maintain a sense of normalcy where none of the chaotic doings he knows of exist. Tinkering with gadgets is also a favorite past time; you want something fixed, bring it to W.R.. as long as it isn't a vehicle. He deftly enjoys puzzles.
Skills, Talents and Education/Training:
Skills and Talents:
W.R. can take most anything and make it whole again, as in his mind, most everything is one big puzzle. Along with the good, comes the bad, however.. and he's a damn good tracker, hunter. Subduing targets by means of not killing, regardless of orders.
Education/Training:
Graduated college with a major in psychology.
Trained in subtlety, hand-to-hand combat, and subterfuge.
Programmed to accept orders willingly, without question. (Compromised.)
Property, Pets and Toys:
Property and Toys:
White, 1994, Chevrolet Cavalier. Tuned up.
Two Agency issued 9mm glocks, equip with silencers.
Elaborate, small and efficient, tool set. (Normal tools).
Android cellphone.
Ear piece with a spiral mic.
Pets:
Siamese/Persian mix, male cat, named Winx due to the fact that he's missing one eye.
Friends, Enemies and General Contacts:
Friends:
None. Too dangerous.
Enemies:
Anyone the Agency sees fit, until he decides otherwise.
General:
Parents: Deceased.
Siblings (One younger brother, one older sister): Deceased.
"Don't you know that all my heros died? And I guess I'd rather die than.. fade away.."
Brief History:
W.R. (acronym) grew up in the UK. He'd always been a brilliant boy, but overshadowed by the others who actually had a destination and header for their own lives. He struggled with depression, self-harm, and the occasional usage of pills to cope, but he made it through. W.R. was a mess, plain and simple, and had - at more than one time - been quite unstable.
This, of course, was quite appealing to Freidrich, once he'd caught wind of it. No, the boy hadn't served a day of his life in the military scenery, but he was perfect to break. Thus, Freidrich discreetly had each of his immediate family members killed; and be damned if it wasn't the last straw. It left W.R. in a compromised state, and he was swiped up by The Agency to serve a purpose. They gave him confidence; and while they'd deliberately broken him, they built him back up. Molded him into what they needed
But, certainly, they couldn't have thought it'd last. Even those with broken wills were of sound mind, more often than not. Their wrong-doings bled through like black sharpie on white paper, and now it was just a matter of finding out how to get out before they put him out.
Character Introduction for:
Real Name: David Temple.
Alias: White Rabbit, W.R.
Played By: R.
AIM/AOL Name: (AIM) paragon shift.
Avatar Name: Andrew-Lee Potts.
*************************************************************************************
Physical Stats:
Age: 31.
Birthday: November 11, 1982.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Build: Average.
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Hazel; often one extreme of green, or brown.
Identifying Features:
Small, thin, scar beneath his right eyelid.
Scarred knuckles.
Further up, hidden by sleeves, numerous straight-lined, thin white scars over the tops of his wrists.
Typical Clothing Choice:
Considering his position within the Agency, he's often seen in the best of the best; Armani suits with red lapels. Red ties, and simple black boots. Freidrich wants them all to have no true identity, and to act as one.
Outside, when he's not working - when he isn't allowing himself to be tracked - you'll find that the only thing that does not change is the fact that he wears fingerless, black gloves. Everything else is left to change, for he doesn't want to become the hunted. Layered shirts, and pants sometimes deemed too tight or too loose.
Mental/Personality Traits and Weaknesses/Phobias:
Mental/Personality Traits:
Reserved. Has the ability to focus on tasks at hand, and think later. (Or, perhaps that was programmed.)
He has, however, been known to over-think things and get a bit spastic and fuck things up, as Freidrich puts it.
His personality is stiff, and he's far often soft-spoken unless irritated or angered -- which rarely happens.
Weaknesses/Phobias:
He has a heart that's still capable of beating, and often doesn't quite understand why the Agency won't just let people be.
Everyone has their own inner demons, and W.R. is no different than them; he's struggled in the past, as well.
He can be skittish when things get out of hand, or if he feels he's being closed in on.
Deep down, he's scared that Freidrich will turn on him and end him. Aside from that, he's concerned about dying without ever making a huge impact on anyone's life. Dying without dignity.
Home, Haven and Occupation/Hobbies:
Home:
Undisclosed.
Haven:
Anywhere quiet and secluded, where he can think.
Occupation:
The Agency.
Hobbies:
In his free time, he prefers to read. Drink coffee, and keep his head down, while pretending to maintain a sense of normalcy where none of the chaotic doings he knows of exist. Tinkering with gadgets is also a favorite past time; you want something fixed, bring it to W.R.. as long as it isn't a vehicle. He deftly enjoys puzzles.
Skills, Talents and Education/Training:
Skills and Talents:
W.R. can take most anything and make it whole again, as in his mind, most everything is one big puzzle. Along with the good, comes the bad, however.. and he's a damn good tracker, hunter. Subduing targets by means of not killing, regardless of orders.
Education/Training:
Graduated college with a major in psychology.
Trained in subtlety, hand-to-hand combat, and subterfuge.
Programmed to accept orders willingly, without question. (Compromised.)
Property, Pets and Toys:
Property and Toys:
White, 1994, Chevrolet Cavalier. Tuned up.
Two Agency issued 9mm glocks, equip with silencers.
Elaborate, small and efficient, tool set. (Normal tools).
Android cellphone.
Ear piece with a spiral mic.
Pets:
Siamese/Persian mix, male cat, named Winx due to the fact that he's missing one eye.
Friends, Enemies and General Contacts:
Friends:
None. Too dangerous.
Enemies:
Anyone the Agency sees fit, until he decides otherwise.
General:
Parents: Deceased.
Siblings (One younger brother, one older sister): Deceased.
"Don't you know that all my heros died? And I guess I'd rather die than.. fade away.."
Brief History:
W.R. (acronym) grew up in the UK. He'd always been a brilliant boy, but overshadowed by the others who actually had a destination and header for their own lives. He struggled with depression, self-harm, and the occasional usage of pills to cope, but he made it through. W.R. was a mess, plain and simple, and had - at more than one time - been quite unstable.
This, of course, was quite appealing to Freidrich, once he'd caught wind of it. No, the boy hadn't served a day of his life in the military scenery, but he was perfect to break. Thus, Freidrich discreetly had each of his immediate family members killed; and be damned if it wasn't the last straw. It left W.R. in a compromised state, and he was swiped up by The Agency to serve a purpose. They gave him confidence; and while they'd deliberately broken him, they built him back up. Molded him into what they needed
But, certainly, they couldn't have thought it'd last. Even those with broken wills were of sound mind, more often than not. Their wrong-doings bled through like black sharpie on white paper, and now it was just a matter of finding out how to get out before they put him out.