Post by Kaleb Adenhart on Sept 1, 2009 16:40:12 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: Jason!
How many years roleplaying?: like 6?
"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"
He kindly stopped for me --"
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Character Name: Kaleb Bernard Adenhart
PB: Leonardo DiCaprio
Age: 29
Date of Birth: August 14th
Residence: NYC
Profession: FBI Agent
Appearance: Standing just barely over 6’, Kaleb looks very much like his father, taller than average with a good muscle tone, but he gets most everything else from his mother. His naturally smooth skin, baby blue eyes, soft hair, and calm voice are all from his mother. Between his military training and FBI training, he is a very disciplined man, and has a very physically fit body because of it, by running a few miles every morning before the incident, afterwards, staying alive suited well enough. For clothing, he still has a number of his suits from being an agent, but he prefers to wear more casual clothes, his blue jeans and T-shirts.
Personality: when you look at Kaleb, most people see a man, enclosed in his own personal world, a world which very few have ever been able to see, of course – to the people who are actually close to him, they would speak opposite. They would say Kaleb is a complete intellectual whom prefers to stay quiet just because. Rumors spread that he’s quiet because in Vegas, that was his intimidation factor, he never spoke except for the basic calls, something many poker players can’t do.
To his best friends, and his only family, Kaleb is like a brother (or father), he’s someone that is always there, someone that rarely is too busy to hear about problems, and of course – he’s always more than willing to help them out, as long as it doesn’t invite anything too illegal. His home is more than welcoming to anyone whom he considers a friend, and those whom are considered best, have a key to the front door, not something most people in Boston do. Of course, Kaleb is not like most people in Boston.
Kaleb is very open, not in a verbal sense, but in most other aspects. He has more than once, challenged a religion, not because he felt that he was right, but because the person he was challenging was an overzealous jerk. He’s also very quick to try new things, such as listening to new music, try new sports and games.
Now, to the eye of a criminal, Kaleb is keen. He was a cunning homicide detective that, by intuition, experience, and sometimes even luck – he is very good at finding clues to lead to the murderer. He can be a mean detective, and has been known to play the good cop bad cop routine with his partner, another thing is that he’s willing to sacrifice injury for reward, meaning that he’s been shot at, shot, hit, and even some more interior damages, such as torn/strained ligaments, and broken bones. Let’s just say that Kaleb isn’t too keen on keeping his body healthy.
When it comes to romantic relationships, Kaleb is happily married to his life partner, Jessie Rivera, whom he has a child with, Amy, but has been missing for some time.
History: Please give me at least two paragraphs.
Likes:
- Jessie Rivera
- Weapons
- The FBI
- Money
- Cars
- Captain Morgan (Before he had a child)
- Getting’ it on
Dislikes:
- Drunken Fools
- The Virus
- Losing Friends
- Soda
- Junk Cars
Strengths:
- Ranged Weapons
- Very ‘smooth’
- Being hidden
- His strong family history
- Physical Strength
Weaknesses:
- His wife
- His Child
- Sex
- Self-sacrifice
- Being ‘the hero’
Parents: Donovan and Martha Adenhart, Deceased.
Siblings: Andrew Adenhart; Deceased
Spouse: Jessie Rivera; Alive
Children: Amy Rivera; Alive
Anything Else? I hope I don’t taste like chicken
Roleplay Sample:
Blood. Death. Return.
Recently dubbed a Sith Master, Riyec Savage, now known as Darth Ravage, slowly made his way out of Stalker, his ship recently given to him by Fel, he was here on Dromund Kaas for more than one reason, he would find as many answers as he could in this dark place. The quiet hiss of Stalker’s closing door sounded behind Ravage, whom didn’t even turn as it closed, he just continued to walk on the stone walkway, surrounded by what looked to be a swamp, cattails growing wildly out of the swamp, and a heavy fog down on the water, Ravage let the force guide him. He could sense the darkness around him, it embraced him, wrapped him up.
He finally came to the end of the savage-looking stones, and to a large Temple, with stairs that would carry him up to what looked past the fog. Through his sith mask he sighed, looking down at himself, before beginning to walk up the many steps. He could’ve counted, but he didn’t want to, all he knew is there had to be about three-hundred, maybe even more, but he took each one in stride, keeping himself paced as he walked up the steps, to the first open courtyard, where he encountered a large group of statues, long since rotted, some with moss covering them, others half-smashed, some weathered down, they all stood on two sides of the middle isle, which opened right to the Temple, he slowly walked between the two sides of statues, his heavy boots making a thud with every step, he didn’t take a moment to look at any of the statues, if any were to get in his way, he would destroy them.
Quickly walking into the Temple, he felt the true darkness embrace him, he could feel it, he fed off of it, and it fed off of him, this was where the Prophets once were, almost eighty years ago, they inhabited this place, his steps becoming quieter as he walked, the chatter of the small rodents obvious and echoing, he searched for something more, and as he turned a corner, he saw the first of the dead prophets, at least what he thought to be one, less than a skeleton, the dark side did it’s best to preserve them, though as he continued deeper, he could hear a number of voiced, jedi? Other sith? He didn’t know, all he did know was that he wanted to find out, slowly pulling out his saber, Ravage continued deeper into the Temple, checking all around him as he did so.
Finally, he came to one of the last rooms; twenty, maybe thirty, new prophets sat here taking lessons from none other than the force ghost of Kadann, whom had fallen so long ago. It was shocking, he stood in the back, his arms wrapped in each other, as he watched the lesson from afar, but – was this truly the Prophets reborn? Or a trap? A trap sounded better.
Recently dubbed a Sith Master, Riyec Savage, now known as Darth Ravage, slowly made his way out of Stalker, his ship recently given to him by Fel, he was here on Dromund Kaas for more than one reason, he would find as many answers as he could in this dark place. The quiet hiss of Stalker’s closing door sounded behind Ravage, whom didn’t even turn as it closed, he just continued to walk on the stone walkway, surrounded by what looked to be a swamp, cattails growing wildly out of the swamp, and a heavy fog down on the water, Ravage let the force guide him. He could sense the darkness around him, it embraced him, wrapped him up.
He finally came to the end of the savage-looking stones, and to a large Temple, with stairs that would carry him up to what looked past the fog. Through his sith mask he sighed, looking down at himself, before beginning to walk up the many steps. He could’ve counted, but he didn’t want to, all he knew is there had to be about three-hundred, maybe even more, but he took each one in stride, keeping himself paced as he walked up the steps, to the first open courtyard, where he encountered a large group of statues, long since rotted, some with moss covering them, others half-smashed, some weathered down, they all stood on two sides of the middle isle, which opened right to the Temple, he slowly walked between the two sides of statues, his heavy boots making a thud with every step, he didn’t take a moment to look at any of the statues, if any were to get in his way, he would destroy them.
Quickly walking into the Temple, he felt the true darkness embrace him, he could feel it, he fed off of it, and it fed off of him, this was where the Prophets once were, almost eighty years ago, they inhabited this place, his steps becoming quieter as he walked, the chatter of the small rodents obvious and echoing, he searched for something more, and as he turned a corner, he saw the first of the dead prophets, at least what he thought to be one, less than a skeleton, the dark side did it’s best to preserve them, though as he continued deeper, he could hear a number of voiced, jedi? Other sith? He didn’t know, all he did know was that he wanted to find out, slowly pulling out his saber, Ravage continued deeper into the Temple, checking all around him as he did so.
Finally, he came to one of the last rooms; twenty, maybe thirty, new prophets sat here taking lessons from none other than the force ghost of Kadann, whom had fallen so long ago. It was shocking, he stood in the back, his arms wrapped in each other, as he watched the lesson from afar, but – was this truly the Prophets reborn? Or a trap? A trap sounded better.
I just wanted to get something up before I left for the baseball game tonight, the rest should be up later.