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Argus: Olympian Intelligence

About to head off for school, I'll make an active attempt later, but if anyone wants a relationship with Rucks feel free to shoot me a PM.

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Rucks Kennithson

Rucks Kennithson

{"There are but very few clever enough to know all the mischief they do"- Francois De Le Rochefoucauld}

Character Basics

Name:Rucks Kennithson
Codename:Romulus
Age:21
Birthday:December 3rd
Nationality:Italian
Birth Place:Venice, Italy
Gender:Male
Prior Employment:Artisan Pâtissier

Appearance

Height:6'2"
Weight:12.1Stone
Build:Agile, Thin, Not that much muscle
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Dirty Blonde, slightly unkempt
Skin Tone: White, slightly on the pale side.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small scar on his shoulder, almost faded.

Persona

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Personality: Rucks is among the more mischievous of man kind, by no means a complete Maverick but he isn't a saint afraid to break protocol either. Of course, he hasn't had the chance to break protocol yet so that mostly extends to running with scissors. In most stances he likes to play the devils advocate, hoping to stress out his colleagues in order to unleash their maximum potential and it works at least fifty percent of the time. Not everyone is as keen on this behaviours as Rucks is.

On a more personal level he's a nice enough guy, doesn't really like talking about family much but otherwise is open to most discussion and can easily keep his cool, taking most flak under the guise of "respectful banter". He's a heavy drinker however, unsure whether he's actually capable of facing a hangover, or if it's a matter that when he stops the cumulative effects will literally stop his heart. This heavy drinking doesn't usually lead to drunken ramblings unless it's been a really, very hard day.

Likes:
Most Alcohol
Long walks on the beach
Holts, The Planets
Excellent Breads and Pastries
New toys
Dislikes:
Gin
Discussions of Ethics
Less than Excellent Breads and Pastries
Repetitiveness
People without finesse

Fears:
Heights
Long term commitment
Being Poisoned

History:
Rucks wasn't born to a rich family, but neither was he born to one that was poor either they were right in the middle. For a long time his entire life was like that - in the middle. Average grades, average looks and average popularity were what shaped his early years, until he found himself his real talent after a lot of trial and error.

Growing up in Venice didn't throw up as many opportunities as one might hope, the city only really bustled during times of tourism, if you weren't in necessities or something incredibly romantic your business may as well go somewhere else, there was little room for the outliers. It didn't stop people trying of course, but no one wants to buy Franks authentic Roman coins when you're in Venice. What they really want is Gondola rides, fresh flowers or a romantic serenade under their balcony.

So as Rucks left his education, he tried to fit in with this, first Gondola rides - fired after he overturned a boat with some newly weds in it. Then flower arranging - it turns out Roses do not go well with Dandelions. Serenading was okay for a while, until he got the names of the recipient confused. The he found his passion, Artisan Patisserie.

But of course this is Italy, you get stories of love and, well of course there are the stories of the mob. Every go and get 'em business owner tended to receive a small loan from the mob at some point, some people also never paid it off. People like Rucks. While his business bloomed, pastries and bread didn't make enough money to pay the loan off, so they sent warnings. Thugs to beat some sense into him, and that's where his life became interesting.

Rucks was handy with a knife from his profession, and since keeping fresh bread was hard work he had one with him nearly all the time to make the next batch up. You can imagine the surprise the Mob received when their thugs returned with severe knife wounds - if they returned at all. And so, Argus' interest was piqued.

This continued for half a year, progressively larger groups of Thugs meant Rucks ended up running around the canals of Venice quite often, leading to the admirable agility that he has today. Of course, this isn't a fairy tale and Rucks cocked it up one day. Running into a back alley with six people cornering him. He fell two before Argus saved his arse, it was faster than anything he's ever seen, as was the letter offering him the job. His ability to hold off those thugs had clearly impressed them. Since then he's completed his own training, leaving behind his old life of bread and pastry.
Theme Song:
Paper Boats

Relations

⚜ Respected * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other

• ☮Elijah Craigh Rucks and Elijah quickly figured out that they were the go-to people of one of them wanted a drink. Through the course of their training this has lead them to become close drinking buddies and straight up friends.
• ☯Risa Couri Risa and Rucks get along with each other well enough, although they wouldn't exactly call each other friends - they are more like very good acquaintances. Rucks considers Risa to be one of the better influences on him in the group however, with her pushing him to complete a task he is working on rather to drop it when it goes too awry as he usually would.
• ☯Oliver Gandell Gandell isn't one of the members of Argus Rucks talks to all that often. He's a bit too self absorbed for his own good is Rucks' reckoning. Gandell doesn't take well to criticism either, meaning that when Rucks DOES talk to him - which is mostly making plans - he got offended whenever Rucks questioned parts of his ideas. Rucks doubts he's a bad person, he's just not the kind of guy he want to be around too often.
• ⚜Dorian Peters Rucks looks up to Dori, despite the two not always seeing eye to eye. The man has an attitude that Rucks could never pull off, stern and serious. While Dori doesn't think much of Ruck's more laid back ways, the two can get along with each other perfectly fine both in the field and when off duty if need be.
• ☮Lucas WalshIt's fair to say that Lucas and Rucks hit it off pretty quickly, both being more laid back than some of the other agents. The two happily refer to each other as friends - although they aren't as close as they are to other members of the group - but they're a good match-up for field work.
• ⚜Abel KoemanAbel and Rucks wouldn't call themselves friends, there personalities are just too different. In fact, if they hadn't worked together so often they may have considered themselves enemies. Over the past year however they have developed a grudging respect for one another as they have found themselves to be an efficient team.

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

One CS fresh from the oven, except for relationships. Let me know if anything needs changing.

Rucks Kennithson

Rucks Kennithson

{"There are but very few clever enough to know all the mischief they do"- Francois De Le Rochefoucauld}

Character Basics

Name:Rucks Kennithson
Codename:(Will be randomized by GM, leave blank)
Age:21
Birthday:December 3rd
Nationality:Italian
Birth Place:Venice, Italy
Gender:Male
Prior Employment:Artisan Pâtissier

Appearance

Height:6'2"
Weight:12.1Stone
Build:Agile, Thin, Not that much muscle
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Dirty Blonde, slightly unkempt
Skin Tone: White, slightly on the pale side.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Small scar on his shoulder, almost faded.

Persona

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Personality: Rucks is among the more mischievous of man kind, by no means a complete Maverick but he isn't a saint afraid to break protocol either. Of course, he hasn't had the chance to break protocol yet so that mostly extends to running with scissors. In most stances he likes to play the devils advocate, hoping to stress out his colleagues in order to unleash their maximum potential and it works at least fifty percent of the time. Not everyone is as keen on this behaviours as Rucks is.

On a more personal level he's a nice enough guy, doesn't really like talking about family much but otherwise is open to most discussion and can easily keep his cool, taking most flak under the guise of "respectful banter". He's a heavy drinker however, unsure whether he's actually capable of facing a hangover, or if it's a matter that when he stops the cumulative effects will literally stop his heart. This heavy drinking doesn't usually lead to drunken ramblings unless it's been a really, very hard day.

Likes:
Most Alcohol
Long walks on the beach
Holts, The Planets
Excellent Breads and Pastries
New toys
Dislikes:
Gin
Discussions of Ethics
Less than Excellent Breads and Pastries
Repetitiveness
People without finesse

Fears:
Heights
Long term commitment
Being Poisoned

History:
Rucks wasn't born to a rich family, but neither was he born to one that was poor either they were right in the middle. For a long time his entire life was like that - in the middle. Average grades, average looks and average popularity were what shaped his early years, until he found himself his real talent after a lot of trial and error.

Growing up in Venice didn't throw up as many opportunities as one might hope, the city only really bustled during times of tourism, if you weren't in necessities or something incredibly romantic your business may as well go somewhere else, there was little room for the outliers. It didn't stop people trying of course, but no one wants to buy Franks authentic Roman coins when you're in Venice. What they really want is Gondola rides, fresh flowers or a romantic serenade under their balcony.

So as Rucks left his education, he tried to fit in with this, first Gondola rides - fired after he overturned a boat with some newly weds in it. Then flower arranging - it turns out Roses do not go well with Dandelions. Serenading was okay for a while, until he got the names of the recipient confused. The he found his passion, Artisan Patisserie.

But of course this is Italy, you get stories of love and, well of course there are the stories of the mob. Every go and get 'em business owner tended to receive a small loan from the mob at some point, some people also never paid it off. People like Rucks. While his business bloomed, pastries and bread didn't make enough money to pay the loan off, so they sent warnings. Thugs to beat some sense into him, and that's where his life became interesting.

Rucks was handy with a knife from his profession, and since keeping fresh bread was hard work he had one with him nearly all the time to make the next batch up. You can imagine the surprise the Mob received when their thugs returned with severe knife wounds - if they returned at all. And so, Argus' interest was piqued.

This continued for half a year, progressively larger groups of Thugs meant Rucks ended up running around the canals of Venice quite often, leading to the admirable agility that he has today. Of course, this isn't a fairy tale and Rucks cocked it up one day. Running into a back alley with six people cornering him. He fell two before Argus saved his arse, it was faster than anything he's ever seen, as was the letter offering him the job. His ability to hold off those thugs had clearly impressed them. Since then he's completed his own training, leaving behind his old life of bread and pastry.
Theme Song:
Paper Boats

Relations

⚜ Respected * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other

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Argus: Olympian Intelligence

Huh, must of missed it. Thanks for opening up another slot though, it's much appreciated.

Argus: Olympian Intelligence

From what I read I don't think anyone's making a Canadian, so I'll be posting a CS for that soon-ish.

Spy Roleplay, Inspired by Kingsman

Super interested if any spots open up.

Musical misadventures.

This sounds interesting.

APEX: The Peak of Humanity

Sera Mabel Kennithson

The notice board had quickly turned around the conversation that filled Debris, from an old war to the new one they all faced - against those who somehow survived living on this god forsaken rock for all these years.

The hunt stirred a commotion, but nothing like the one stirred by those who had recently entered the bar. Huxens - Beast-like people fitting the title of Animals that had been given to them. Although most in the bar were technically a breed of animals, the Huxens were the most animalistic in their behaviour - despite their attempts to shed the title.

Sera couldn't blame them, they were harshly judged due to their scavenger lifestyle - living on everyone else's leftovers. Whether they had adapted to New Earth and abandoned those ways wasn't her job to know. Although perhaps she could make it her job to know, did New York 2 have any information brokers?

She knocked on the counter to draw the barkeeps attention, a low resonant humming sounded out,[color=00a651]"Say Two-Four, you know if the city has any information brokers? I hear that people pay a lot of money for information on the rest of the Galaxy. Not to mention it may give me a consistent income, if the markets open,"[/color=00a651]

As she tossed the idea around she liked it more and more, while brokering wasn't illegal it was somewhat frowned upon in higher society, none of that here though. It also left herself room enough to keep trying with the whole musician thing without living on the bare minimum.

APEX: The Peak of Humanity

Sorry I haven't posted recently, trying to get back up to speed with schoolwork hasn't left me with much time. I'll try to get something up in the morning.

APEX: The Peak of Humanity

Sera Mabel Kennithson

Sera's comment had drawn the attention of two patrons, the first was the one who originally piqued her interest, tall and covered from head to toe in a golden armour. Much like those used by the emperors of the more primitive worlds in their cult-like rituals. What kind of person is it, she wondered to herself, that would join a colonisation attempt for a new start - as was usually peoples motives for this kind of mission - but still hide their face? Did they fear someone would recognise them?

The second was a cyborg, although you could hardly tell the difference between him and a mech, there was so little human left behind. Probably some gruesome accident, Sera theorised, not many would do that to themselves through choice. Both were interested in the true start of the war, and although she didn't have a firsthand account she still had a fairly good idea.

"During the start of the war, I was travelling through Sol, looking to see what progress had been made since my last visit. You'd be surprised how far you humans have come in the last few thousand years. Outstanding technological progress for people with your lifespans," She made this comment casually as she began, humanity were an innovative bunch and they liked to be complimented on it, "News of the conflict reached my ears when I was on my way to see the Mars colonies. I didn't see the initial blood spills, but it was a reputable source. Now you see Gargon and Celsi didn't always see eye to eye, Celsi was a damn sight more family oriented. Most folks know the gist of the tale, it's just that facts get skewed. Celsi's brother was murdered yes, however not by Gargon. The conflict started because of the way that Celsi approached the situation, giving him the grandest funeral those colonies had ever seen. Gargon didn't agree with this respect for family, thinking it a huge waste. From what I heard he tried to interfere and that somehow, lead to war,".

Sera took a moment to pause, then finished her tale, "Of course, you'd be better trying to track down someone who was there, plenty of long lived beings in this galaxy, you just need to know where to look. By the time I arrived all I saw was hellfire raining down from the sky as those people tore each other apart,". She finished her tale by reminding those who listened that she wasn't there herself. Her word had a good chance to be correct, but it wasn't a certainty.