Post by Victor McCowlin on Aug 28, 2009 21:38:39 GMT -5
"It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun. And that's when the exodus started. Before the TV and radio stopped broadcasting there were reports of infection in Paris and New York. We didn't hear anything more after that.’"
'28 Days Later'
'28 Days Later'
Your Name: Haimo
How many years roleplaying?: 4
"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"
He kindly stopped for me --"
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Character Name: Victor McCowlin
PB: Sean Connery
Age: 79
Date of Birth: 25 August 1930
Residence: Long Island
Profession: Coroner (Retired)
Appearance: A tall stout man with an average physique. He has a balding head and a killer full face beard. What hair he has left on his face is stark white, except his eyebrows. His face is wrinkled with age and experience. Daniel likes to always wear nice dress pants and a good collared shirt. At home he wears his favorite red smoking jacket.
Personality: Victor is a lady killer, plain and simple. He was one when he was one when he was younger he is one now. It’s the combination of his deadly good looks and suave personality. He takes his job extremely seriously and is extremely good at it. He has a very flamboyant personality and enjoys getting to know everyone. It’s hard to get on his bad side but once you are there prepare to be in a living hell.
History: Victor was found on the streets of New York as a child by a prominent archeologist Edgar McCowlin and his wife, a writer, named Felicia McCowlin. The young boy was wrapped in a jacket labeled “Victor’s Malt Liquors.” So thus he was named. Victor was malnourished and seemed to not know where he was. Even to this day he can't remember anything before that point in time.
Edgar and Felicia took Victor in as their son, bringing him along on their treks across the world. Victor inhaled the information sent his way and became an intellectual at a young age. He was always interested in his father’s line of work but never felt compelled to follow it. He was always attracted to the girls he met on the journeys and they were all attracted to him. It helped that his mother was a columnist for a female love journal and over the years and information about women was second nature to Victor.
Then the day of The Accident came. Felicia had accompanied Edgar on a dig. Edgar and Felicia had entered an underground ruin and had been crushed beneath a pile of rocks. Edgar, unable to save her, was forced to flee and return to the surface. Even after bringing others in, Felicia's body was unable to be taken from the cave-in. Thus, her grave was an empty one.
The following years were harsh on Edgar. His loss spawned a deep depression in which anger, hate, and regret festered. He barely noticed the 16 year old Victor anymore.
Three years passed since Felicia's death. And, on the exact date of her death, Edgar disappeared. Victor had awoken in the Sampson Mansion in London, finding his father completely non-existent. He had left all of his belongings, everything. The only thing that was missing was the picture of Felicia upon his nightstand. Victor, crushed and heart broken, sought the help from alcohol and women.
After reluctantly giving up his search for his surrogate father, he resumed his studies. He brought the mansion into his name and became a coroner. He eventually received a letter in the mail. He lived his life a bitter man and was only happy when he was with a woman but could never settle down. Over the years he learned to hide his woes and become quite the charmer. His reputation with the ladies was famous and he became one of the elite. Years passed and Victor’s partying days were over. He retired from his job at the age of 70 and lived a lavish life in his mansion. Every few years he doled out the money for a new search party to find the whereabouts of his estranged father. Just recently he has stopped trying, finally acknowledging his father is gone.
Likes: Women, A good book, Scotch, Parties, Gusto, Flamboyance
Dislikes: Abuse to women, idiots, a flat scotch, a pansy
Strengths: Talking to women, Identify time and cause of death, Persuasion, Medical tools, Quick learner, Throwing parties
Weaknesses: Fighting, Fast paced action, Heavy Lifting, Poor eyesight, Warm beer, Cold women
Parents: Edgar and Felicia McCowlin (Biological Unknown)
Siblings: N/A
Spouse: Too many to list
Children: N/A
Roleplay Sample: Steven woke with a start. He had a nightmare again; it was the reoccurring one with Imbyre sending in Nero to kill him. He always feared that would be his doom but kept it out of his day to day thoughts. He rummaged around and found his PDA in his coat pocket. He turned it on and wrote a message to Imbyre.
“How are those drugs treating you? Even though they are only experimental they should do the job. Well anyways, thank you and take care.
-Steven Randolf”
Steven got out of his chair and did a long stretch before he started moving around. ‘Note to self, stop sleeping in the office chair.’ He walked over to the windows and opened up the blinds. Light came in and illuminated his office, Steven held up a hand to shield his eyes from the bright rays. He went over to the TV and switched it on; nothing important was on that he didn’t already know about so he switched it off. He grabbed his wallet and his PDA and left his office.
“Good morning Dr. Randolf.” Was what greeted him all the way from his office to outside the building. He walked out onto the mostly empty street and surveyed the area. ‘This really is some damn fine work you’ve done Imbyre.’ He thought. He walked a few streets before he reached the nearest pharmacy to his building. He entered and flashed the man his ID badge. “Ah, good morning Dr. Randolf” said the little man behind the counter.
“Hello Jack, I’m just here for a routine maintenance. You haven’t had any trouble with non-Apex licensed drugs here have you?” The man looked scared and quickly replied. “I wouldn’t dare sir.” Steven gave him an approving look. “That’s what I like to hear Jack. Now, can I get an inventory chart of everything in this store?” The man walked into a storeroom and came out holding the chart. “Here you are sir, everything should be in order.” The man handed Steven the chart. Even though it was a small pharmacy he liked to do random checks to keep people on their toes.
“Thanks Jack, see you around.” Steven left the pharmacy with chart in hand. He decided to review them later, maybe after a bite to eat or something. Steven walked a few more blocks before he got to a very popular club in the area. He wasn’t interested in the “company” or the dancing, although it was probably too early for both those things, he just wanting some food and drink. He stopped in front of the Jolie Rogue, he had heard it was a popular stop among both Apex and civilians alike.
Steven walked into the club, and went to the bar. “Hey bartender can I get anything to eat? I don’t care as long as it tastes good and some water please.” He looked around the club and was imagining what this place looked like when it was at its busiest. He sat quietly contemplating the other tasks he had to accomplish today. He took out a red fountain pen and idly drew some circles and letters in air. He then took out the pharmaceutical charts and began circling or highlighting drugs that weren't familiar to him and stored them in his PDA for future research.
