Post by WILLIAM KELLY on Jul 24, 2009 10:50:03 GMT -6
William Henry Kelly
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Scars heal, glory fades, and all we're left with are the memories made.
Pain hurts, but only for a minute.
Life is short so go on and live it,
'cause the chicks dig it.
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
"My name is William Henry Kelly. I go by William, Billy, Willy, Bill, Will, Mr. Kelly, Sir (Which is mostly called to me by those younger than I am, or those that respect me), and Cougar (That name was given to me by my family after I'd survived a cougar attack). "
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
"I'm 34....Ok, I'm 40."
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
"I was a cabbie when I first moved here. Now I hunt vampires with my family."
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
"First of all, when you're from a backwoods Texas family, as I am, you tend to learn things you'd never hope to learn by growing up in Los Angeles. Like how to actually survive a crisis. My life was filled with potential danger at every turn, and it was the greatest time of my life.
The biggest threat I ever had, before my current vocation, was the fact that I had, at one point, to try and figure out how to explain to my father that I'd nearly been killed by a cougar, without him wondering why I was in a part of the woods that he'd told us never to go in. He found out, and whipped me 'til I couldn't sit down for a week. Being thirteen, though, I couldn't wait to show my brothers, and my sister, where the near death experience had occurred."
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
"I'm a recovering alcoholic, but I'm not really giving much of a fight for quitting though. I'm a fairly good guitar player, which seems to draw certain... creatures out more easily. I'm not sure, but I think it seems that way. As it turns out, alcohol while you're drawing evil bastards to you isn't a great way to make a clean kill.
I'm very loyal to my family, and I've always done things for our mutual benefit. But I'm also raised not to strike women, so it's very hard when you see a female vampire that you have to kill, but also have to fight your own upbringing."
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
"Look, alright. I'm the driver. I can drive anything with wheels, and some things without wheels. I've been known to kill with the car without letting my team get out shooting or whatever. I'm also handy with a shotgun, what else do you need to know about what I can do?"
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
"I'll tell you what, humans are pretty awesome, but if I could become a werewolf, you know: without the whole having to change three days out of the month, and the ever-present urge to eat raw meat and drink blood, well, I'd do it in a heartbeat to help hunt those vamps."
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
"I love alcohol, mostly whiskey.
I love women.
I hate rap, hip-hop and r&b.
I can't stand vampires or demons.
I can't live without driving something, which is mostly our hunting truck now-a-days.
I'd probably go crazy if I lost a family member.
I especially love having rock and roll on my mp3 while I'm hunting."
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
"I wear a denim jacket, denim pants, black boots, and a white wifebeater most of the time. That's my team's "Hunting Uniform". I also have a foot long scar running down my left arm."
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
"I was married a few years back, but she died. She was killed by a vampire. Her name was Lisa. I'm sorry, I... I just can't talk about it."
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, Mr. Kelly?
"Coffee's for wussies. But I would like a glass of whiskey if you got it."
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NAME: Trey
AGE: 21
RP EXPERIENCE: 9 years
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: lots on others sites... two more coming on here soon I hope
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Saturday Morning: 12:15 AM
Jack stood around, looking for signs of being followed. It had been an easy task to find a black Truck around the town, and had also been easy to hot-wire and steal the thing. The uneasy part Had been to get it out of the neighbor’s yard without forgetting they had a tiny chain link fence gate in front of their driveway. Since he had forgotten, though, Jack simply drove through the tiny gate, and while still wincing from his stupidity, slammed onto the gas pedal.
Sitting at three quarters of a Ton, the thing was a double cab; black painted, and had tinted windows. The bed also had a camper in it, so his stuff wouldn't fly out, and he could rest in comfort if he got tired. These things were what had brought Jack's attention to it in the first place, as he'd need this type of vehicle for the trip he was about to take.
He'd decided he would wait a bit before he left, just to see if he'd be followed by a friend, or a snitch. If it was a friend, they'd be allowed to join him for some fun. A snitch would be tied up and thrown in the camper, or just so he wouldn't go to jail, blackmailed so as to have no reason to snitch on Jack.
He kind of expected to see Murazar tonight, because he'd been filled in on everything, but maybe the guy couldn't get away. Waiting on him for an hour wouldn't raise the chance of Murazar showing up though, so he might as well go on without his friend.
Jack finally started the truck. Putting it into neutral, he ran to the camper and made sure all his stuff was ready to go. Sighing, Jack got into the driver's seat.
Jack stood around, looking for signs of being followed. It had been an easy task to find a black Truck around the town, and had also been easy to hot-wire and steal the thing. The uneasy part Had been to get it out of the neighbor’s yard without forgetting they had a tiny chain link fence gate in front of their driveway. Since he had forgotten, though, Jack simply drove through the tiny gate, and while still wincing from his stupidity, slammed onto the gas pedal.
Sitting at three quarters of a Ton, the thing was a double cab; black painted, and had tinted windows. The bed also had a camper in it, so his stuff wouldn't fly out, and he could rest in comfort if he got tired. These things were what had brought Jack's attention to it in the first place, as he'd need this type of vehicle for the trip he was about to take.
He'd decided he would wait a bit before he left, just to see if he'd be followed by a friend, or a snitch. If it was a friend, they'd be allowed to join him for some fun. A snitch would be tied up and thrown in the camper, or just so he wouldn't go to jail, blackmailed so as to have no reason to snitch on Jack.
He kind of expected to see Murazar tonight, because he'd been filled in on everything, but maybe the guy couldn't get away. Waiting on him for an hour wouldn't raise the chance of Murazar showing up though, so he might as well go on without his friend.
Jack finally started the truck. Putting it into neutral, he ran to the camper and made sure all his stuff was ready to go. Sighing, Jack got into the driver's seat.
