Post by alan on May 2, 2010 22:34:41 GMT 1
Name: Alan
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 40
Personality:
Alan is impulsive, open minded and at times quite incoherent. He has little to no respect for authorities of any kind and lives his life by his own obscure morale code.
History:
Alan grew up in Stoke-on-Trent with his parents and older brother Richard who, as the first born son, was always the favourite... the fact that Richard actually got a job and got on with his life in regular fashion could have something to do with it as well. Music has been Alans biggest passion in life for as long as he can remember(which isn't saying much really) and he got a guitar from his parents when he was seven and since then he's been playing all kinds of instruments that he has been able to put his hands on. When he reached 18 Alan politely told his parents he no longer had need for them, packed some clothes in a bag and went out the door with his guitar without looking back.
Alan started hoboing and scraping together a living from what he could scrounge off people here and there. Eventually Alan ended up in Birmingham where he got to know a bunch of people who shared his life-style and that is where he got introduced to drugs. The drugs and Alan got along really well and they still get along great. He plays guitar in his psych-rock band, the band and the drugs are his two big passions in life.
Appearance:
Considering the life he has been living it's amazing he doesn't look more run down than he actually does. He's got shoulder-long hair and a shabby looking mustache, his clothes are worn and the only cleaning they get is when it rains. The clothes vary a lot as he takes clothes he finds in dumpsters and so on but mostly Alan walks around in his black bell-bottom jeans, brown leather cowboy-boots and a knitted sweater
RP sample:
Alan walked around in the park and stared at the ground where he walked, somehow his feet seemed to be stepping on a green thick liquid that was alive with waves.
what are you saying? I should sit down? Why not I guess...
The tree seemed very eager for him to sit down under it so he did
so... now what? really? I smell bad? I think someone would have told me if I did
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 40
Personality:
Alan is impulsive, open minded and at times quite incoherent. He has little to no respect for authorities of any kind and lives his life by his own obscure morale code.
History:
Alan grew up in Stoke-on-Trent with his parents and older brother Richard who, as the first born son, was always the favourite... the fact that Richard actually got a job and got on with his life in regular fashion could have something to do with it as well. Music has been Alans biggest passion in life for as long as he can remember(which isn't saying much really) and he got a guitar from his parents when he was seven and since then he's been playing all kinds of instruments that he has been able to put his hands on. When he reached 18 Alan politely told his parents he no longer had need for them, packed some clothes in a bag and went out the door with his guitar without looking back.
Alan started hoboing and scraping together a living from what he could scrounge off people here and there. Eventually Alan ended up in Birmingham where he got to know a bunch of people who shared his life-style and that is where he got introduced to drugs. The drugs and Alan got along really well and they still get along great. He plays guitar in his psych-rock band, the band and the drugs are his two big passions in life.
Appearance:
Considering the life he has been living it's amazing he doesn't look more run down than he actually does. He's got shoulder-long hair and a shabby looking mustache, his clothes are worn and the only cleaning they get is when it rains. The clothes vary a lot as he takes clothes he finds in dumpsters and so on but mostly Alan walks around in his black bell-bottom jeans, brown leather cowboy-boots and a knitted sweater
RP sample:
Alan walked around in the park and stared at the ground where he walked, somehow his feet seemed to be stepping on a green thick liquid that was alive with waves.
what are you saying? I should sit down? Why not I guess...
The tree seemed very eager for him to sit down under it so he did
so... now what? really? I smell bad? I think someone would have told me if I did