Post by linkbylink on Dec 5, 2010 14:58:00 GMT -5
...DAVE "LINK" ANDERSON*
*True, there was something about mankind I loved...
...I think it was their money!*
[/size]*True, there was something about mankind I loved...
...I think it was their money!*
...basics*
name David Arnold Anderson
nickname Link, respectively, but he only uses that for promotional purposes. His "comrades" and close "friends" call him Dave.
age 43, although he appears a bit older because of his stress.
gender Male
grade Adult
hometown New York City, New York
sexuality Straight and homophobic; nervous that a change of his sexuality would ruin his reputation.
personificationlady gagaJacob Marley
status Awakened
face claim William Shatner
...appearance*
hair color Gray, although it's slowly going toward white.
eye color Blue
build Strong, bulky, formidable, intimidating.
height Five foot eleven
clothing style Elegant and upper-class
distinctive traits A certain way he wears a scowl on his face almost all the time, and how he disregards everyone around him, only using them as tools to up his reputation.
...personal*
personality
Quite frankly, Dave is easily the coldest person one would ever meet. He only focuses his life on two main concepts: work and money. Of course, that trait is no surprise, him being a politician and a worker at Wall Street. Because of his choice of career, he has a talent of changing his mood instantly so he doesn't look like he's constantly angry in public, in a news interview, or when he's giving a speech.
Even though he is naturally harsh, he doesn't always choose to be. And not just for putting on a face, either. There are rare moments where he lets a bit of emotion out, usually when no one else is watching or when he's in the presence of someone he can actually call a friend. But lately, that has been nearly impossible with a certain someone following him and nagging him constantly.
Sometimes, he goes into small fits of depression, usually caused by the presence of the aforementioned 'someone', which he tries not to show when he is around others. However, he makes up for it with a dry sense of humor and sometimes bitter sarcasm that sometimes puts people on their toes. He also has a bitter, hoarse laugh that often gives people chills. All the more reason for the common man not to cross his path, especially in a dark alley.
Despite his intimidating figure and his straightforwardness, one could not help but to think he would have some mental issues, from what had been observed in his office and through the halls of his work building. Often, he talks to himself, be it muttering under his breath or (in the case of his office, often) yelling at no one in particular. The latter is rumored to be rehearsing for when he would yell at a political debate at some type, or even his venomous reaction when he would discover that something had not been done his way, for he is a very demanding man and when things do not go according to plan, or Dave is once again pestered by a nagging, unseen "poltergeist", it would be best to leave the room. Immediately.
past
In the fall of 1967, Meridith Anderson, in her memorable young adult years, gave birth to her second son. Much to her husband's dismay, she did not name him after his father to continue the Randolph Anderson legacy, but gave him a different name, one she thought fit him better. David Anderson grew up with both his parents, his older brother Adrian, and, about six years later, his twin younger sisters. Everything was fine and dandy until David was eight years old. At that time, Adrian was twelve years old, and it was announced to the rest of the family that Adrian had a serious illness, and his chances of living very long were slim. As the doctors had predicted, Adrian had died within a month, and the entire family was cast into mourning, since Adrian was very likable, especially to his siblings. David was especially hurt, since he was closest to Adrian, but this experience, in particular, had led him to be as cold and unfeeling as he is today. For what kind of God would let a tragedy such as this happen?
David had continued to grow up with this mindset, becoming more and more disconnected from his family. Adrian was the only link they had, and it was gone. Yet the less social contact David had, the higher his work ethic grew, and soon as a young man, he was hired at a particularly large company, earning a decent salary for a man his age. All this time, he had kept himself in a bitter social shell, not attending any office parties or celebrations of any kind. He had remained like this until he had gotten married to Delia O'Malley, one of his lower co-workers. It was during their marriage that she realized David was not lonely in his social exclusion, but very bitter and demanding, not to mention easily angered. It was because of this that they had divorced, and David had lived the rest of his life alone.
It was not until after his divorce that he had decided to look into politics as his confirmed career, and went to school for it for several years until the early 1990's. It was at that time that he had spent some time in Washington DC and Wall Street, was in and out of Congress, and finally settled for a job at Wall Street. Yet since he had earned his fortune in working for the U.S. government, strange things had happened to him. His mood had a tendency to dampen at moments, he became more secluded than ever unless in an official setting, and strange noises have been coming from his office often...
present
It's been at least fifteen years since David has settled at Wall Street, and his haunting has failed to cease. While David "Link" is an esteemed man, having lost some close battles for spots in Congress, there have still been rumors behind his back about his invisible partner, the unseen ghoul that constantly haunts David's office.
David has still not remarried, and he plans not to. After all, work is too much of a priority in his life, and his personality is too foul to even think of having the opposite gender (and especially not the same gender!) as an eternal companion. However, who knows? Things might change once David's chain grows longer...
family
Randolph H. Anderson III, father (deceased at 63)
Meridith Davies Anderson, mother (deceased at 68)
Adrian Martin Anderson, older brother (deceased at 12)
Maria Anderson-Bates and Tessa Anderson-Downe, twin younger sisters, both 37
Delia O'Malley Anderson, ex-wife, divorced
likes
- Money
- Work
- His job
- A good reputation
- His wealth
- Receiving his paycheck
- Solitude
- Dressing up, even on a casual day.
- Pressure: he works better when under pressure.
- Reading books
dislikes
- Marley
- children and teenagers
- Marley
- the sound of chains
- Marley
- casual human interaction
- MARLEY
- anything sugary or fattening
- MARLEY
- nagging, whining, complaining
- you-know-who
- when things don't turn out right
other notes
...literature*
book title A Christmas Carol (ACC)
backstory Although Marley is not heavily focused on in the shortened versions of ACC, he does have a slight importance to the story as Scrooge's deceasedgaybusiness partner. He had died on Christmas Eve seven years before ACC took place, likely due to severe illness. Even though Marley was as cruel and unloving as Scrooge in life, they were still friends and Marley was concerned about how Scrooge was living his life after finding out and experiencing what was to happen to both of them in the afterlife, an eternal punishment that is is evident when his spirit, wrapped in the chains he "forged in life" by his wicked actions, visits Scrooge and promises to help him redeem himself with the assistance of the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come.
After Scrooge changes his ways, it is implied at the end of the story that Marley passed on, now living a peaceful afterlife because of the good deed he did for Scrooge.
...roleplayer*
name FARYL
age FIFTEEN
gender FEMME
rp experience ABOUT FIVE YEARS ISH
how you found ouac NEOPETS
rp sample
Seizing her hand, the vacquero kissed it convulsively--uno, dos, tres--right up to her elbow.
"My name is Panchito *smack* Romero *smack* Miguel *smack* Junipero *smack* Francisco *smack* Quintero *smack* Gonzalez *smack* Pistoles."
When Panchito was done kissing, Constance grabbed the arm Panchito had kissed and clutched it in her other hand. One could almost see the whites in her eyes from miles away as she stared at it for a second, as if her vision alone could attempt to disinfect the... she couldn't even find a word to describe what had just transpired.
She had just been kissed.
On the arm.
By a rooster.
Multiple times.
"Paco was easier to remember," she remarked, shaking her right arm off and attempting to look flattered, if not casual, by what he had just did. "But okay, Panchito... Romero... Ramirez or whatever the rest of your name is."
So far, so good.
"This?" Panchito pulled a fistfull of money from inside his jacket.
Constance wanted to yell, "YES!" at that very moment, for he had both the money in his hands... er... wings (Constance, obviously, was still used to her dates being... at least mammals) and had fallen into her trick. But she didn't want to steal it. Not yet. She could only stare at the wad of cash - THAT COULD SOON BE HERS - and nod slowly.
"Ah, si, I am paid today. Maybe you will like me to take you to dinner, eh?"
Ah, yes, of course we can use that for dinner. I'll call the butcher up and... wait, I don't need a butcher. I HAVE ME! she thought, grinning, before she snapped back into reality.
"Yes, that would be... splendid, Panchito. I am dutifully honored to be in your company for this date," she replied smoothly. Even with birds, she knew what turned them on. Oral surrender, acknowledgment of authority, and a delicate curtsy, which followed after that statement.
This was going to be a good night.
