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Chaos Lt's First RP Character.
05.27.06, 19:46:03
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Well, this is one that I just made for the new SeeD RP. I wanted to get away from the classic 'Hero' character, so this guy is definatly aimed at being either an anti hero or possibly even a Villain. (They're so much more fun to play Villains.)
At the very least, he is a scoundrel.
Name: Weston (Or Wes) Smith.
Description:
Hair: Brown and longish, cut very carefully to look cheap.
Eyes: Brown to yellow.
Height: 5'7, light build. 135 lbs.
Age: 19
Race: Human.
Distinguishing feautures. He has a scruffy goati which he keeps raged, and he always shaves just enough to make it look like he hasn't shaved in days. He has a gang tattoo on his right hand which he tends to hide with fingerless gloves and his right eye doesn't quite open all the way.
When fighting, you usually only see his back as he is a practiced coward, but he is trained in the use of pistols which he is quite good with, however, most of his skill with his guns is in his rapid draw and reaction time, not in his accuracy.
He uses two guns, a Five round .50 caliber converted Dincht model Gunblade revolver (With the Gunblade removed and the stock shortened for one handed use) and an old .38 caliber 6-shot revolver. He uses the .50 caliber revolver when shooting anything so big he couldn't miss it as it has far to much kick to be accurate and besides, being off a gunblade, it's not rifled, and he uses the .38 for precise work.
Weston Smith’s Biography.
Effectively Orphaned at three years old due to having defective parents, he was adopted by the Galbadian Social services. Growing up in Old Deling City, (Which was left ravaged by the Sorceress war. When Squall and party beat the Sorceress Ultimecia, Galbadia was split by a civil war. Deling City had been the last stand of the Galbadian forces still loyal to the Sorceress.) Wes was educated in violence and petty theaft. He was small and weak, but he was smart, and so he would be the little kid in the gang who always came up with the brilliant ideas, ideas like, ‘Hey, see that guy selling hotdogs? You guys go up and do a dine and dash and the rest of us will make off with his cart. Then we can be well fed when we go vandalise old man what’s his face’s place.’
Wes addapted quickly to a life of crime, which was rampant in Old Deling City. He knew he could never be physically strong, so he honed his mind instead. He taught himself basic math out of a discarded text book and practiced adding small sums with receipts, calculating the taxes and totals in his head. This easilly transfered into his skills with cards. He learned to be quick with his hands and to spot tells and became a master of the Triple Triad.
It was in his capacity as a Card Sharp that he finally got into serious trouble. At seventeen, he was recruited to be the distraction by a gang who wanted to pull a bank job. The idea was that Wes would set himself up right outside the bank and get attract a huge crowd so that when the vault was blown from behind the bank, there would be a huge panicky crowd there when the security arrived and the gang could make off with the money through the sewers.
The whole thing was a ****up however and the gang was caught, one of them was even shot dead. In return for leniency, the gang ratted on him before he could make good his escape from Deling and he was arrested at the train station with an awful lot of stollen property, watches and jewlery and the like.
Seeing as he was not a violent offender and because he was still a minor, the Judge gave him a choice. He could go to Galbadia Garden and train to become a soldier in the Galbadian army, or he could spend the next four years in prison.
At Galbadia Garden, he excelled with the pistol, but he was careful to hide that fact, not wanting to appear to be good at anything. He would make sure to take careful aim with each shot and make sure it always hit nicely outside the bull’s eye. He didn’t even need to pretend to be bad with any other weapon because he was. Swords were too heavy, and besides, what good is a sword when you’ve just been shot in the head from fifty paces? He spat when ever he even thought about using a gunblade. That was a knight’s weapon. Knights were idiots.
The only two knights that they talked about in Garden were Squall Leonheart and Seifer, and they had both been idiots. The only reason Squall was praised was because, in the end, it had all worked out, but his motivation was stupid, and pourly thought out. He’d fought his little war with the Sorceress for what? Because of some girl. Millions of people dead and for what? One girl? Well, that was Seifer’s story too except he’d been on the Galbadian side of it, and of course, he’d lost.
Garden instructors liked to use those two as examples of good people who can make good choices, or bad ones, but Wes thought that they were both stupid people making stupid choices.
After a year at Galbadia Garden, Wes had pretty much adapted to his surroundings, cheating students and the occasional professor at cards, although, they all played so badly he barely had to cheat. He made a steady influx of cash by converting his extra cards with Guardian Forces, which he would always have to steal. He made sure not to pass his exam but not to fail badly enough to get kicked out either, but wether he was at Garden or in jail, he was still a prisoner.
Finally, his chance to escape came in the form of a student exchange with Balmb Garden. Security at Balmb was notoriously lax and from Balmb it would be a quick boat ride to Dollet, and freedom. |
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Last edited by Chaos Lt. : 05.27.06 at 19:51:08.
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