Post by markbrewster on Jun 15, 2010 19:14:28 GMT -5
...first middle last*
*You better be legal. Brewster's on patrol. *
[/size]*You better be legal. Brewster's on patrol. *
...basics*
name Mark Brewster
nickname "The Lieutenant" to some who know him well
age thirty-eight
gender male
grade graduated high school, never entered college
hometown Mexico City
sexuality straight
personification Oberon, king of the fairies
face claim nick stahl
...appearance*
hair color brown, dyed blonde occasionally.
eye color green, with a sad or crazed look in them.
build fairly thin
height 5'9"
clothing style brown, plain, as typical and bland as possible. always wears a jacket.
distinctive traits shifty eyes. slow movements and cautious actions. mouth is almost always hanging open.
...personal*
personality Mark's very stubborn, and often is a hard man to get along with. He tends to be quite antisocial and generally doesn't hold friendships for long.
He's a cautious man, rarely seen outside, and when he is, always with others. Also, never does he reveal more than a brief snippet of information about himself.
past Mark was a cop, with the LAPD, for sixteen years. He had a perfect record and never let a single criminal get away. He was about to receive a promotion to head of one of the LAPD's offices when a nuclear meltdown occurred in a power plant outside of Los Angeles.
In the events of the meltdown, Mark saved the life of his current wife, Katherine Brewster. But he was accused of shooting a fellow officer inside the power plant. This did occur, but it was not Mark who shot the man; it was a terrorist impersonating a police officer.
Mark and Katherine moved out of Los Angeles for three years, eventually coming to New York on a rainy June night, when they slipped quietly back into the city. Mark found a job at a local grocery store. Katherine has not been seen by anyone other than Mark since the events of the meltdown.
present Mark is a drifter, finding jobs when he can and getting by, somehow, on whatever money he makes. He lives in a tiny apartment, tucked away in a back alley, but only a handful of people know where this is.
Currently, Mark has a part-time job at a construction site, building a bank. He has worked there for three months, and tensions between him and his boss are growing... well... tenser by the day.
Mark has sometimes been seen driving several different cars, though they appear to have been broken into. He has a few friends, some from the construction site, who he is occasionally seen walking around with. He has also been seen carrying a black duffel bag around, contents unknown.
familyBrewster's parents are dead. He has no brothers or sisters. He has a wife named Katherine, but rarely talks about her. Mark and Katherine were friends in middle school, and met again during an almost catastrophic meltdown in a nuclear power plant near Los Angeles. They got married shortly after and have been together ever since.
Mark also has a friend, known as "Uncle Bob." Around Bob, Mark usually dominates conversations, speaking hastily sometimes as if to cut him off. He is very protective of both Bob and Katherine, although Bob's relationship to him is unclear. Most believe that Bob and Mark are not actually related.
Mark has no other living relatives. An important note is that Mark's mother was extremely important to him. She died of pancreatic cancer five years ago.
likes
+ being alone
+ Katherine
+ helping people, though he'd never admit it
+ knowing something you don't
+ the band Guns 'N' Roses
dislikes
-crowds
-bright lights
-machinery
-computers
-criminals
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title midsummer night's dream
backstory Oberon was king of the fairies. He was really powerful, but also mischievious and a troublemaker. His pranks, and later attempts at solutions, didn't always have their intended results. However, he has a good sense of morality in the end and restores all to normal. He's also fairly stubborn and will punish those who screw up (like Puck.)
...roleplayer*
name marco
age 16
gender male
rp experience none
how you found ouac google search...
rp sample "Mark entered the control room of the plant. The hissing was louder here; he scanned the room for the source. There! On the wall was a pipe, a gash torn down its side. Mark looked around quickly and found a discarded radiation suit. He grabbed the suit off the floor (grunting at the unexpected weight) and tied it around the pipe. The hissing didn't stop. "Well, it slowed it down a bit..." Mark said out loud.
"Oh, very proud of ourselves, are we?" A voice came from the hallway. Mark froze. He knew that voice. He heard that voice everyday.
That was his voice.
The other man slipped into the room, footsteps tapping on the metal floor. "So. Lieutenant Mark Brewster. How's the old LAPD doing?"
Mark's eyes narrowed. "I don't know who you are, or how you're talking in my voice, or even why you're here. But that question just answered one of my own: you aren't law enforcement. And you shouldn't be in here." Mark turned quickly and extended his snub-nosed black pistol. "Adios, amigo.""
password
This wasn't hiding.
