Its a joke ;)
It'd be like guy saying im not gay but my boyfriend is lol
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My guy isn't schizophrenic, his reflection is.
I can't wait for this to get started :)
I've updated the Stalker picture to something else if thats ok.
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Ditto. I think it'll make the story more interesting. This one's got a lot of potential
Lets hope we're all still here six months from now talking about how amazing it is :P
I am liking how everyones stalker is different.
Apologies that it is bare at the minute, just wanted to get something down before work. Everything will get fleshed out tonight when i return :) :
Character
Name: Robert Cadogan
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Senior Software Developer
Place of Residence: Wales, United Kingdom
Bio:
Robert was born to a policeman father and store clerk mother in a small Welsh city. They made a modest living and Rob grew up with everything he needed. He was lucky to live close to several other children his own age which meant that he was often out later than he would have been allowed if they were any further away. He often pushed the limits of his parents, getting a telling off on almost a weekly basis, but they knew deep down that he would be safe with the social circle he had. He was very active growing up, taking part in any and every sport that his primary school practised including football, rugby and cricket. While cricket was a bore, he still took part because of his friends. They were not able to be seperated from the time they left for school till it was time for them to come in at night. That was until they left for high school.
The majority of the group went to a local school while Robert was enrolled into a private school several miles away. It was a thirty minute bus ride every morning and evening with people who were different to what he was used to, however it didn't take long before he started to make some new friends. The friends of his primary school soon disappeared and were replaced by the new ones. He continued to be highly active, continuing playing rugby for the schools first team right up until his last day. He also enrolled on several extra curricular activities which included helping in the community, climbing Mount Kilimanjaro and a survivalist experience weekend. That weekend changed his life and from that point he and one of his closest friends spent one weekend every two months camping, practising their survival skills.
After seven years of high school he made the leap to University, keeping in touch with a small group of those from high school, who to this day, he is still in contact with. University was a pleasant experience, one compounded by his almost god like alcohol tolerance. Almost every party would end with Robert the last man standing, it was his one claim to fame through out the entirety of University. He was voted Mr Iron Liver in his last year during a set of gag awards that the University had arranged for everyone. His time wasn't just spent partying though, he studied software development after gaining and interest during his final years of high school.
Upon leaving University and attending a high school friends wedding, the realisation set in that his love life was nothing short of depressing. He had several casual girlfriends through high school and university but nothing serious like he craved deep down. Within a week of leaving university he had a job application accepted and he began working as an entry level software developer for the Office of National Statistics. The years rolled by and eventually he was promoted to a senior software developer, making way to a pay rise. In that same year he was also very lucky, finally meeting Joanne Williams, the most beautiful girl he had ever set eyes upon. Her long black hair framed her stunning facial features and deep blue eyes. Love at first sight is a term he had never believed in until that moment and that same day they went out for dinner, by the end of the week they were an item.
Life settled down soon after that, the job still satisfied him and his girlfriend moved in making every day seem almost perfect, that was until a day in the week leading up to his twenty seventh birthday. As he was leaving work his boss called him into the office explaining that his mother had tried reaching him on his mobile all day, but his phone had been playing up in the recent weeks. With a tear in his eye his boss, who was also a close friend told him that Joanne had died in a hit and run. Floods of pain and anguish racked his body as he sobbed uncontrollably, feeling like his very essence has been flayed.
The months that followed had been hard, and if it wasn't for his close friends he would have undoubtedly taking his own life. After the mourning had eased his friends convinced him to take a road trip to the US, something he and Joanne had planned to do before her passing. Going through the small towns that never get shown to the rest of the world, to see the real United States. His friends Chris and Michael, brothers, took him across the Atlantic and together the three set out on their road trip.
They arrived in New York and began to set out on their three week journey. They headed west towards Minnesota, stopping in several towns along the way. While they pondered their next step, Michael deciding that cutting through Iowa would get them to Nebraska nice and quick. The others agreed to the plan and made their way towards Iowa, not realising what waited...
Stalker
Name: The Puppet
Appearance:
At first Robert simply felt a presense as if being watched, almost like eyes were staring at him as he would lie down to sleep. He put it down to the trauma of losing Joanne and simply put it out of his mind. As the trip to America drew closer the feeling grew stronger and stronger until finally on the way to the airport he saw what looked like a puppet mounted on a tricycle, riding down the hard shoulder of the motorway. He called to Chris and Michael who couldn't see it, thinking Rob was just trying to play some sort of trick on them. Again Robert put it out of his mind, assuming that the brothers were looking in the wrong place.
After arriving in New York the trio spent the night in a motel on the cities outskirts. While the brothers slept Robert was woken up by the sound of squeaking wheels coming from outside the room as if someone was riding a bike back and fore. As he checked outside the squeak stopped and he was presented with little red tricycle. Not wanting to wake the brother he did his best to ignore it and went back to sleep. As they travelled the country the same thing kept happening, no matter whether it was a motel or the top floor of a hotel, the sound of squeaking wheels would wake Rob up and upon inspection a red tricycle would be there motionless.
On their last night in Minnesota, Robert awoke once more but his ears were free of the squeaking to which he let out a sigh of relief. He then realised that something was pressing down on his feet, he raised his head from the pillow to spot The Puppet from the motorway, staring right at him. Rob couldn't make himself move, frozen in place staring eye to eye with the wooden creation. They looked at each other for thirty seconds before the sound of a light switch stole his attention. He turned to see Michael turn his bedside lamp on, questioning Robert as to what he was doing. Rob turned to see The Puppet was gone and lay back down, going back to sleep.
Character
Name: Robert Cadogan
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Senior Software Developer
Place of Residence: Wales, United Kingdom
Bio:
Robert was born to a policeman father and store clerk mother in a small Welsh city. They made a modest living and Rob grew up with everything he needed. He was lucky to live close to several other children his own age which meant that he was often out later than he would have been allowed if they were any further away. He often pushed the limits of his parents, getting a telling off on almost a weekly basis, but they knew deep down that he would be safe with the social circle he had. He was very active growing up, taking part in any and every sport that his primary school practised including football, rugby and cricket. While cricket was a bore, he still took part because of his friends. They were not able to be seperated from the time they left for school till it was time for them to come in at night. That was until they left for high school.
The majority of the group went to a local school while Robert was enrolled into a private school several miles away. It was a thirty minute bus ride every morning and evening with people who were different to what he was used to, however it didn't take long before he started to make some new friends. The friends of his primary school soon disappeared and were replaced by the new ones. He continued to be highly active, continuing playing rugby for the schools first team right up until his last day. He also enrolled on several extra curricular activities which included helping in the community, climbing Mount Kilimanjaro and a survivalist experience weekend. That weekend changed his life and from that point he and one of his closest friends spent one weekend every two months camping, practising their survival skills.
After seven years of high school he made the leap to University, keeping in touch with a small group of those from high school, who to this day, he is still in contact with. University was a pleasant experience, one compounded by his almost god like alcohol tolerance. Almost every party would end with Robert the last man standing, it was his one claim to fame through out the entirety of University. He was voted Mr Iron Liver in his last year during a set of gag awards that the University had arranged for everyone. His time wasn't just spent partying though, he studied software development after gaining and interest during his final years of high school.
Upon leaving University and attending a high school friends wedding, the realisation set in that his love life was nothing short of depressing. He had several casual girlfriends through high school and university but nothing serious like he craved deep down. Within a week of leaving university he had a job application accepted and he began working as an entry level software developer for the Office of National Statistics. The years rolled by and eventually he was promoted to a senior software developer, making way to a pay rise. In that same year he was also very lucky, finally meeting Joanne Williams, the most beautiful girl he had ever set eyes upon. Her long black hair framed her stunning facial features and deep blue eyes. Love at first sight is a term he had never believed in until that moment and that same day they went out for dinner, by the end of the week they were an item.
Life settled down soon after that, the job still satisfied him and his girlfriend moved in making every day seem almost perfect, that was until a day in the week leading up to his twenty seventh birthday. As he was leaving work his boss called him into the office explaining that his mother had tried reaching him on his mobile all day, but his phone had been playing up in the recent weeks. With a tear in his eye his boss, who was also a close friend told him that Joanne had died in a hit and run. Floods of pain and anguish racked his body as he sobbed uncontrollably, feeling like his very essence has been flayed.
The months that followed had been hard, and if it wasn't for his close friends he would have undoubtedly taking his own life. After the mourning had eased his friends convinced him to take a road trip to the US, something he and Joanne had planned to do before her passing. Going through the small towns that never get shown to the rest of the world, to see the real United States. His friends Chris and Michael, brothers, took him across the Atlantic and together the three set out on their road trip.
They arrived in New York and began to set out on their three week journey. They headed west towards Minnesota, stopping in several towns along the way. While they pondered their next step, Michael deciding that cutting through Iowa would get them to Nebraska nice and quick. The others agreed to the plan and made their way towards Iowa, not realising what waited...
Stalker
Name: The Puppet
Appearance:
At first Robert simply felt a presense as if being watched, almost like eyes were staring at him as he would lie down to sleep. He put it down to the trauma of losing Joanne and simply put it out of his mind. As the trip to America drew closer the feeling grew stronger and stronger until finally on the way to the airport he saw what looked like a puppet mounted on a tricycle, riding down the hard shoulder of the motorway. He called to Chris and Michael who couldn't see it, thinking Rob was just trying to play some sort of trick on them. Again Robert put it out of his mind, assuming that the brothers were looking in the wrong place.
After arriving in New York the trio spent the night in a motel on the cities outskirts. While the brothers slept Robert was woken up by the sound of squeaking wheels coming from outside the room as if someone was riding a bike back and fore. As he checked outside the squeak stopped and he was presented with little red tricycle. Not wanting to wake the brother he did his best to ignore it and went back to sleep. As they travelled the country the same thing kept happening, no matter whether it was a motel or the top floor of a hotel, the sound of squeaking wheels would wake Rob up and upon inspection a red tricycle would be there motionless.
On their last night in Minnesota, Robert awoke once more but his ears were free of the squeaking to which he let out a sigh of relief. He then realised that something was pressing down on his feet, he raised his head from the pillow to spot The Puppet from the motorway, staring right at him. Rob couldn't make himself move, frozen in place staring eye to eye with the wooden creation. They looked at each other for thirty seconds before the sound of a light switch stole his attention. He turned to see Michael turn his bedside lamp on, questioning Robert as to what he was doing. Rob turned to see The Puppet was gone and lay back down, going back to sleep.
My background is already planned out, hopefully it'll be different enough to the rest to make it interesting. Also got the entities appearance sorted.
Very much interested. If you would be so kind as to throw a PM my way when the OOC is up i'd appreciate it :)
Anything bigger than a bus just seems too much to me.
I guess the other issue for me more comes from his scales being basically impenetrable. The impact of the size would be negated a bit if he had a clear weak spot such as his stomach region where scales might not form or whatever. Just think that being able to resist a tank round is a bit OP if the scales cover his entire body.
Again, everything comes down to Unknowable.
I guess the other issue for me more comes from his scales being basically impenetrable. The impact of the size would be negated a bit if he had a clear weak spot such as his stomach region where scales might not form or whatever. Just think that being able to resist a tank round is a bit OP if the scales cover his entire body.
Again, everything comes down to Unknowable.
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