Post by ROY THEOREN on Mar 18, 2012 23:28:55 GMT -5
...royal humbert orion theoren*
*The hunter becomes the hunted...*
[/size]*The hunter becomes the hunted...*
...basics*
name ROYAL HUMBERT ORION THEOREN
nickname ROY
age 26
gender MALE
grade GRADUATED
hometown NEW LONDON, CT
sexuality BISEXUAL
personification THE HUNTSMAN (SNOW WHITE)
status AWAKE
face claim TOM HARDY
...appearance*
hair color DARK BLOND/BROWNISH
eye color GRAY
build ATHLETIC/MUSCULAR
height 5'11"
clothing style GRUNGY CASUAL/OBNOXIOUSLY FASHIONABLE
distinctive traits LOTS OF TATTOOS
...personal*
personality
Roy's default mode seems to be "flirt," because he will literally hit on anything that moves (you should see how he talks to his car). He swings both ways, and boy, does he swing! His friendly and outgoing nature may be off-putting for some, because he tends to have a lack of personal boundaries around anyone he likes, but if he knows that he's making someone uncomfortable he will back off. Despite this gregarious and lascivious attitude, he manages not to come off as sleazy or oversexed. Most people would call him "charming," even if they do use the finger quotes.
Loyal to a fault, Roy is a steadfast friend. His military training has served him well, and he knows how to follow orders--but not blindly. His obedience only goes so far as his own moral code will allow him. In particular, he refuses to harm an innocent person, no matter what. As a soldier, this was sometimes a difficult thing to do, and actually triggered his Awakening... but more on that later.
Roy may seem physically imposing, but deep down he's a great big teddy bear. He's soft-hearted and gentle, though not afraid to rough someone up for picking on his friends. His sense of humor is best described as "quirky," bordering on "cheesy," with the occasional streak of sarcasm. His idea of fun generally involves drinking, dancing, and more "fade to black" activities. Don't piss him off, though; this teddy bear has teeth.
past
Born in Manchester, England, Roy's parents inflicted upon him one of the most obnoxiously dignified British names they could muster. When he was twelve years old, his parents decided to move across the pond to the United States for work-related reasons. The young Roy and his younger brother Isaac (then 6 years old) were outraged at being uprooted from their home and friends, but Roy quickly adapted to his new life as an American citizen. New London, Connecticut, seemed a bit like a joke after living in London proper. Roy made new friends, learned how to speak with an American accent, and played on school sports teams.
In high school, he met a boy named Leon Noel, and the two became close friends. They entered military service at the same time, though after basic training they were separated and sent off to different assignments. Roy was trained on special ops missions as a covert assassin, mostly for his chameleon-like ability to take on any accent or personality necessary to blend in with his surroundings. He was very good at his job, had a high rate of mission completion... until he defied direct orders.
He was ordered to kill the wife and children of a known terrorist leader in order to draw the man out of hiding. Roy began the mission with full intentions of carrying it out, but when he saw the huddled figures of the wife trying to protect her two children, both under the age of seven, sobbing for mercy, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He told them to run to a safe place and hide, then hauled some bodies in from the war-torn street and set the house on fire to disguise the evidence. His deception was discovered, however, and he was dishonorably discharged. He was lucky not to be brought up on charges of treason.
It was then that the Huntsman was Awakened in Roy, and he understood why he'd been unable to follow those orders. While he was the loyal huntsman of the Queen, in his true soul, he was not a murderer of innocents. Mercy was his weakness, as well as one of his best qualities.
present
Returning to the US after his service had ended, he went to that great melting pot known as New York City. He couldn't return to his family in Connecticut, disgraced as he was. With what little money he had saved up, he drifted about the city, taking odd jobs and staying in terrible apartments, until finally he ran into his old pal Leon again. There was something different, and even more familiar about Leon now: he was Awake, too. He was also blind. Leon mentioned that his building had an open apartment on his floor, and Roy promptly moved in across the hall. He met Mercy, and the two (more or less) hit it off.
Roy is currently between jobs, but is looking into security work. To keep the bills paid, he offers his services as a repair man and gardener. He loves the excitement and noise of New York, the nightlife, and the diversity. It has become, more than any place since London, his true home. Though part of his soul longs for the quiet solitude of European old growth forests, his current incarnation thrives in the concrete jungle.
family
- Father: Benedict Irving Lionel Theoren (56)
- Mother: Mercia Lorraine Theoren nee Jaeger (50)
- Brother: Isaac Philbert Chase Theoren (20)
likes
- Leon
- Mercy
- Big cities (London, New York)
- Observing people
- Working with his hands (gardening, repair work, guns, etc...)
dislikes
- Being told to do something he feels is wrong
- Peanut butter (never got into it, prefers Marmite)
- His name (call him anything but Roy and you will get an earful)
- American television (UGH rubbish)
- His stupid, stuffy parents and his snotty younger brother (he loves them, sure, but he doesn't LIKE them)
other notes Roy has a talent for imitation and social camouflage, and never seems out of place no matter the situation. It's part of what makes him so dangerous, as he's able to get very close to his intended target. Nowadays, he mostly uses this talent for picking up potential lovers.
Roy also has an uncanny knack for finding people, seemingly by coincidence sometimes, though he's an ace tracker.
...literature*
book title SNOW WHITE
backstory The royal huntsman of the wicked queen, he was bound to follow every order from his cruel mistress. He provided her table with fresh meat of every kind for years, and was ever the loyal servant. However, when she ordered him to take Snow White into the woods to kill her and cut out her heart, he couldn't bring himself to murder an innocent, sweet little girl. He bade her run into the forest and never look back. Meanwhile, he cut out the heart of a sow and brought that to the queen instead. When she discovered his deception, she had him killed.
...roleplayer*
name Maria
age 28
gender Female
rp experience Oh gosh... 15+ years?
how you found ouac Stark sent me
rp sample "This has all gone pear-shaped," Eames complained with false cheer to Cobb as they hunkered down in the getaway car, cruising around to find a good place to pick up their last two teammates. Rook and Arthur were still inside under heavy fire, and it didn't look like a rescue was going to be possible anytime soon. But if Cobb and Eames didn't go in after them, they'd probably wind up dead. Eames couldn't allow that to happen.
Cobb just gritted his teeth, the muscle in his jaw flexing in a way that told Eames he should probably just shut up. There was no telling what exactly had gone wrong with this job, but it had caused a domino effect somewhere along the line, and now everything was toppling down around their ears. Maybe they could sort it all out when the dust settled, but for now, they had two good people trapped inside.
A staccato burst of gunfire drew the forger's attention away from studying the various entry points to the building, and to his surprise he saw Rook. Arthur was moving like some kind of jungle cat crossed with a spider monkey on steroids and speed, taking down armed men with the sort of efficiency and deadly grace Eames had always appreciated. But no... that wasn't Arthur. That was Rook.
Wait. What?
Arthur was nowhere in sight. Instead, their willowy back-up point man was moving like a woman possessed, bodies falling around her like cut reeds. Eames found himself holding his breath. What the hell was she doing? Rook was a capable fighter, but she'd never moved like this before in the forger's memory.
And just where the hell was Arthur?
Dread grew cold and heavy in his belly as Rook reached the car alone and passed out almost before Cobb could drag her into the back seat. Still no Arthur. The building was deadly quiet.
"We have to go," Cobb said grimly, and Eames shook his head.
"Arthur's still in there," said Eames. The look he shared with Cobb went on for three solid heartbeats, and the extractor looked away first. Cobb knew full well what Eames and Arthur were to each other, and he'd supported their relationship implicitly if not in so many words, yet there was always that edge of wariness. Eames could understand. Mal had gone mad, doing this kind of work, and while Cobb wasn't carrying her ghost with him into dreams anymore, her memory still haunted him. He worried for Arthur, a man he trusted like a brother, and he'd even come to regard Eames with more than just professional respect as of late. He didn't want to see either of them end up the way he and Mal had done.
But this was different. Arthur was still inside, maybe dying, and Eames had to get him out even if it killed him.
