Post by Drake London on Jan 11, 2009 22:02:51 GMT -5
Character's Name: Drake London
Age: 55, appears 35
Residence: Crocker
Species (human, vampire, ritualistic witch, "chosen" witch, shape shifter, other): vampire
Special power (for "chosen" witches only, if known at time of application): N/A
Biography (Including 15 detailed bulleted points of traits and/or a few detailed paragraphs describing your character. The more information, the better. This will serve as your character profile):
Drake London was born Russell London and was a very intelligent student from an average family in Chicago who had a quite unremarkable early life. His family moved when he was in tenth grade and he found a love of music at his new school in New York. After high school, Russell began to spend time in the Manhattan music scene of the 1970s and realized he had an ear for the melodic rock of the day. First as a songwriter and then as a performing musician, he reached huge levels of success—and excess. He wrote his first number one hit when he was barely nineteen.
The 1980s brought two broken marriages and an estrangement with his elderly parents, a healthier than normal flirtation with alcoholism and surprisingly continued success. His personal life might have been in shambles but his professional successes kept mounting.
In 1988, he started producing new singer songwriters, becoming heavily involved with Georgia Yeardley. His sex life with Georgia was wild, but he never questioned it, until it was far too late and he was changed. The relationship didn’t last, but his vampirism lasts forever. Russ grappled with how to manage his career and new taste for blood. He retreated, returning to his first love of songwriting. He became a virtual hermit, but as long as he kept producing, his agent didn’t push.
In early century, a new musician appeared on the scene, Drake London, the son of Russell London. With the same musical stylings but an updated sound, this new incarnation of Russell has found just as much success. He thinks of himself as Drake now, Russell almost viewed as a past life.
But time marches on and he’s felt the need to retreat and regroup. He doesn’t want to pull back from the music industry but his lack of aging will be questioned. He’s writing frantically, trying like heck to make sure he doesn’t withdraw too much.
Drake is driven, passionate, intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor. He used to view his vampirism as a negative, but in time he’s made peace with it. Music is his biggest passion in life, but he’s been feeling quite lonely.
Sample (A scene with 4+ replies. If you have never role played before, please write a narrative of 2 - 4 paragraphs including dialogue):
I’ve been Rping for 11 years now, started on AOL with ER and Chicago Hope games. Here is a scene sample from a NCIS Rpg. I play an OC named Alexander Gibbs and this is his introduction scene. I’m playing opposite the director of a federal agency that he’s replacing. My scenes are in bold. The other player gave me carte blanche to move her character.
Alexander Gibbs walked into the NCIS top floor and took a deep breath. Three days of meetings with SecNav had led to this and his first task was going to be hard. Director Shepard and he had crossed paths in passing a few times and he knew what was being done to her was a darned shame.
But given the information that had come to light about Morrow, it was unavoidable. Had he been SecNav, he would have replaced someone Morrow had hand picked as well.
He greeted the secretary quietly and waited while she buzzed the director. Instead of announcing himself by new title--which he suspected the secretary probably knew already--he just told her he was Alexander Gibbs here to meet with her. The guards were waiting downstairs, Alex would spare her that indignity and escort her down himself.
he ran a hand over his jaw and tried to remain calm and in control. He hadn't wanted this but his friendship with SecNav went way back and he knew he'd be able to handle the job. His predecessor had only been an agent a half dozen years before taking the position herself and he had a lot of military experience behind him.
Breathing deeply, he waited to be invited in.
Jenny sat in the office and stared at nothing at all since Gibbs left, leaving her with her thoughts. When Cynthia buzzed her, it took her a few moments before responding. At the name, she was momentarily confused. She expected Alex later in the week - Why was he here so early??
"Let him in," she said into the phone, gently replacing the receiver on the cradle. As the door opened, she slowly stood from her seat with a wary and tired expression over her face.
"Go ahead in, Sir," Cynthia said, emphasizing the sir. Yes, she knew. Whether Shepard knew was another story.
He walked in, looking at her for a long moment before speaking. "I'm here on orders of SeCNav, Ma'am," he began, giving her every dignity and respect he could. "As you're aware, the situation with Morrow that impacted Special Agent Todd is...complex."
He handed her an envelope, her orders. She was being moved to the State Department as one of the undersecretaries. Diplomacy in action. They weren't discredting her, but she no longer ran an agency.
"He needed me to deliver these. Please tell me what you need."
Shepard eyed the envelope with hesitation before taking ahold of it. Opening the flap and peeking in to brief the cover page, she knew it was time. Much sooner than she expected.
"I see. That's fine," she said simply. Jenny looked back up at Alex and nodded mutely, closing her eys. "May I have some time to collect my belongings? I would need that portait on the wall to be shipped to my home," she quietly said motioning to the large painting on the wall that came from her personal collection.
He nodded. "You take the time you need and just give me a list and I'll make it happen. Unfortunately," he said, wincing. "I'm not able to leave you alone in here but I'll be as unobtrusive as I can. It's either me or guards and I don't want to do that to you. I know you haven't done a damn thing wrong."
It was the only admission he'd ever give her. As new director, his own neck was on the line now.
Nodding, Jenny held her head up, "Understandable."
She quietly went through the motions. Luckily for her, she didn't have to call for boxes as she had a delivery recently and the box laid flat in a nearby closet.
She moved around the office room quietly placing things into it, in the end to find that it was too heavy to carry.
Leaving it on the conference table, she turned to Alex, "Can you have everything shipped to me? It'll simply be easier." She took ahold of the envelope with her orders, and waited for Alex to lead her.
"I can and I will," he said firmly, extending his hand and gripping hers tightly. "Good luck, Ma'am." He meant it from the bottom of his heart.
He offered her his arm. "Walk downstairs with your head held high. I'm just an old friend or a lunch date. Hang onto that dignity. Don't let 'em see ya sweat or shatter." It was something he'd told his men before and one lesson he could offer her.
They took the third floor elevator down to the lobby and he shook his head to the guards, letting them fall in behind them. Once they were at her car, he nodded to the driver, knowing the man would be taking over duties for him as soon as she was dropped off.
"I'm sorry it happened this way," he whispered to her.
Image (If your character is a shape shifter please provide the animal's image as well.):
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Celebrity used: Michael Weatherly (actor)
**If the image link doesn't work, you can find the banner here:http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/8865/drakebannerje5.png
Age: 55, appears 35
Residence: Crocker
Species (human, vampire, ritualistic witch, "chosen" witch, shape shifter, other): vampire
Special power (for "chosen" witches only, if known at time of application): N/A
Biography (Including 15 detailed bulleted points of traits and/or a few detailed paragraphs describing your character. The more information, the better. This will serve as your character profile):
Drake London was born Russell London and was a very intelligent student from an average family in Chicago who had a quite unremarkable early life. His family moved when he was in tenth grade and he found a love of music at his new school in New York. After high school, Russell began to spend time in the Manhattan music scene of the 1970s and realized he had an ear for the melodic rock of the day. First as a songwriter and then as a performing musician, he reached huge levels of success—and excess. He wrote his first number one hit when he was barely nineteen.
The 1980s brought two broken marriages and an estrangement with his elderly parents, a healthier than normal flirtation with alcoholism and surprisingly continued success. His personal life might have been in shambles but his professional successes kept mounting.
In 1988, he started producing new singer songwriters, becoming heavily involved with Georgia Yeardley. His sex life with Georgia was wild, but he never questioned it, until it was far too late and he was changed. The relationship didn’t last, but his vampirism lasts forever. Russ grappled with how to manage his career and new taste for blood. He retreated, returning to his first love of songwriting. He became a virtual hermit, but as long as he kept producing, his agent didn’t push.
In early century, a new musician appeared on the scene, Drake London, the son of Russell London. With the same musical stylings but an updated sound, this new incarnation of Russell has found just as much success. He thinks of himself as Drake now, Russell almost viewed as a past life.
But time marches on and he’s felt the need to retreat and regroup. He doesn’t want to pull back from the music industry but his lack of aging will be questioned. He’s writing frantically, trying like heck to make sure he doesn’t withdraw too much.
Drake is driven, passionate, intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor. He used to view his vampirism as a negative, but in time he’s made peace with it. Music is his biggest passion in life, but he’s been feeling quite lonely.
Sample (A scene with 4+ replies. If you have never role played before, please write a narrative of 2 - 4 paragraphs including dialogue):
I’ve been Rping for 11 years now, started on AOL with ER and Chicago Hope games. Here is a scene sample from a NCIS Rpg. I play an OC named Alexander Gibbs and this is his introduction scene. I’m playing opposite the director of a federal agency that he’s replacing. My scenes are in bold. The other player gave me carte blanche to move her character.
Alexander Gibbs walked into the NCIS top floor and took a deep breath. Three days of meetings with SecNav had led to this and his first task was going to be hard. Director Shepard and he had crossed paths in passing a few times and he knew what was being done to her was a darned shame.
But given the information that had come to light about Morrow, it was unavoidable. Had he been SecNav, he would have replaced someone Morrow had hand picked as well.
He greeted the secretary quietly and waited while she buzzed the director. Instead of announcing himself by new title--which he suspected the secretary probably knew already--he just told her he was Alexander Gibbs here to meet with her. The guards were waiting downstairs, Alex would spare her that indignity and escort her down himself.
he ran a hand over his jaw and tried to remain calm and in control. He hadn't wanted this but his friendship with SecNav went way back and he knew he'd be able to handle the job. His predecessor had only been an agent a half dozen years before taking the position herself and he had a lot of military experience behind him.
Breathing deeply, he waited to be invited in.
Jenny sat in the office and stared at nothing at all since Gibbs left, leaving her with her thoughts. When Cynthia buzzed her, it took her a few moments before responding. At the name, she was momentarily confused. She expected Alex later in the week - Why was he here so early??
"Let him in," she said into the phone, gently replacing the receiver on the cradle. As the door opened, she slowly stood from her seat with a wary and tired expression over her face.
"Go ahead in, Sir," Cynthia said, emphasizing the sir. Yes, she knew. Whether Shepard knew was another story.
He walked in, looking at her for a long moment before speaking. "I'm here on orders of SeCNav, Ma'am," he began, giving her every dignity and respect he could. "As you're aware, the situation with Morrow that impacted Special Agent Todd is...complex."
He handed her an envelope, her orders. She was being moved to the State Department as one of the undersecretaries. Diplomacy in action. They weren't discredting her, but she no longer ran an agency.
"He needed me to deliver these. Please tell me what you need."
Shepard eyed the envelope with hesitation before taking ahold of it. Opening the flap and peeking in to brief the cover page, she knew it was time. Much sooner than she expected.
"I see. That's fine," she said simply. Jenny looked back up at Alex and nodded mutely, closing her eys. "May I have some time to collect my belongings? I would need that portait on the wall to be shipped to my home," she quietly said motioning to the large painting on the wall that came from her personal collection.
He nodded. "You take the time you need and just give me a list and I'll make it happen. Unfortunately," he said, wincing. "I'm not able to leave you alone in here but I'll be as unobtrusive as I can. It's either me or guards and I don't want to do that to you. I know you haven't done a damn thing wrong."
It was the only admission he'd ever give her. As new director, his own neck was on the line now.
Nodding, Jenny held her head up, "Understandable."
She quietly went through the motions. Luckily for her, she didn't have to call for boxes as she had a delivery recently and the box laid flat in a nearby closet.
She moved around the office room quietly placing things into it, in the end to find that it was too heavy to carry.
Leaving it on the conference table, she turned to Alex, "Can you have everything shipped to me? It'll simply be easier." She took ahold of the envelope with her orders, and waited for Alex to lead her.
"I can and I will," he said firmly, extending his hand and gripping hers tightly. "Good luck, Ma'am." He meant it from the bottom of his heart.
He offered her his arm. "Walk downstairs with your head held high. I'm just an old friend or a lunch date. Hang onto that dignity. Don't let 'em see ya sweat or shatter." It was something he'd told his men before and one lesson he could offer her.
They took the third floor elevator down to the lobby and he shook his head to the guards, letting them fall in behind them. Once they were at her car, he nodded to the driver, knowing the man would be taking over duties for him as soon as she was dropped off.
"I'm sorry it happened this way," he whispered to her.
Image (If your character is a shape shifter please provide the animal's image as well.):
Celebrity used: Michael Weatherly (actor)
**If the image link doesn't work, you can find the banner here:http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/8865/drakebannerje5.png
