Post by andthewolf on Feb 15, 2013 21:08:23 GMT -5
...henry michael crane*
* “It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.” –Philip K. Dick *
[/size]* “It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.” –Philip K. Dick *
...basics*
name...[/b][/size] Henry Michael Crane
nickname...[/b][/size] Harry. Always Harry. Or Crane.
age...[/b][/size] 33
gender...[/b][/size] male
grade...[/b][/size] N/A (high school dropout)
occupation...[/b][/size] That thing you need done? You know, the one you can’t talk about in public? Harry will do it.
hometown...[/b][/size] New York City, New York
sexuality...[/b][/size] Do you have legs? And you breathe? Good. We’re fine here.
personification...[/b][/size] The Wolf from Peter and the Wolf
status...[/b][/size] Very much awake
face claim...[/b][/size] Colin Farrell[/blockquote]
...appearance*
physical...[/b][/size] Off-kilter is the best way to describe Harry. Crooked smile, messy hair, slightly skewed glint in his eye—the man is a visible mess. With several tattoos each with a different story and none seeming to align perfectly where they ought to have been placed, something about every bit of him whispers chaos. It’s in the way he holds himself, how he cracks his neck, the way he sometimes smiles with only the right half of his face. Terrifying in many of the ways of a wild animal, Harry is all visible muscle and instinct, near-constantly poised to do something reckless and probably illegal.
clothing style...[/b][/size] This pretty much goes with the physical appearance. Harry’s style, while verging on the potential for class, tends to be somewhat lacking. It’s not uncommon to find him with two different socks on, or a shirt that’s been buttoned wrong. Most things are well-tailored, just not pressed to finery. He doesn’t care much about clothes money, so the worth of his wardrobe isn’t necessarily all that great. It could also be noted that he tends to smell like some manner of smoke, mixed with an almost woodsy, typical male soap scent. Sometimes, Harry walks barefoot. But that’s usually just if he gets too much blood on his laces.
defining traits...[/b][/size] Harry has several tattoos (all in black ink) and a raspy smoker’s voice. Also, he usually wears at least two of those real thin hemp bracelets. [/blockquote]
...personal info*
personality...[/b][/size] Harry was seventeen when he took little Billy Finch to the lot behind the school and slit his throat. Billy was seven. And when he was finished and the first grader was lying on the ground with a missing finger and no Adam’s apple and Harry didn’t feel any better or worse or much of anything, really, he licked the splash of blood off his thumb and went home. On the way, he tossed the knife in the Hudson and vanished, using someone else’s department store clothes and dropping his own in a homeless man’s dumpster.
He likes to call himself unique. And maybe he is, in that he’s the messiest criminal with the cleanest police record. They couldn’t get him on tax evasion if they tried (and really, they have). He gets where he wants when he wants not because he listens, or because he’s any smarter than the rest in his field, but because he likes what he does and when he wants something, there’s really no point in trying to stop him. Loose cannons are distinctly more tame. Still, point him in the right direction and, if the result seems interesting enough, he’ll get where you want him eventually. Harry is disjointed, easily distracted by the way moonlight catches on clouded glass or how a girl’s voice carries in the city air just-so. There’s nothing poetic about it; he’s not out to appreciate the beauty of the world. Rather, he likes watching how it turns. And if he can, he’ll take any opportunity to make it spin faster, just to see how many people would lose their step.
Harry doesn’t clean. People don’t want him because he leaves a place spotless, or even because he moves quietly. They like him because he knows exactly how to tear a place, or a person, or an idea to shreds. He knows how to send a message. And he’s quite easily coerced. Harry likes anything stimulating, simple or complex. Girls, drugs, really great music—any and all of the above will make him lick his chops for more, so long as they’re of high class. Second-rate secularism is not an option. In a near-constant state of disarray, Harry moves choppily from place to place, idea to idea, leaving behind him some form of chaos virtually everywhere he goes. Sometimes he looks back, but for the most part his nose is pointed straight ahead, sniffing out the next problem or most exciting route to ruin.
Having an intensely low opinion of people, it’s no surprise that more often than not, conversations with Harry begin and end with insults. Pushing buttons is his second favorite pastime, probably because he’s so good at it. The level of button-pushing varies significantly.
He lies and steals and cheats because it’s fun; the lies about the cheating and stealing and lying are an inevitable follow-up. Because it’s easier to blend into a crowd and Harry is inherently lazy, heading any sort of operation is not his cup of tea. He prefers the term “freelancer,” as he can often be found drifting from one crime circuit to the next in a sort of charismatic assassin’s no-man’s land. There are those he favors more than others. Sometimes favoritism shifts, depending on what his rewards are; he’s quite petulant, really. Give him the wrong treat, and he’ll throw a terrible tantrum. Usually, blood is involved.
life until now...[/b][/size] Growing up in low-class area of Brooklyn, Harry didn’t live a life of luxury. He had two parents who weren’t bad people, and an older sister—chances were there would have been Cranes running about, had his mother not experienced complications during her son’s birth. No one blamed him for it. No one mentioned it. He had a normal childhood, despite being a near-constant troublemaker and sly as a fox.
Harry’s sister died when he was seven. She was fifteen. Walking home from school the month before, a group of twenty year-olds jumped her. When she walked through the door with ripped clothes and a vacant expression, Harry looked up from his toys and laughed. She never called the cops, and shot herself exactly thirty-one days later. Harry found the body. He stared for twenty seconds before calling for his mother.
Things were different after that. He didn’t cry at his sister’s funeral, didn’t visit her grave except when the family made an occasion of it—Christmas, Easter, her birthday, all the important dates—and within the new three years, his parents split completely. They weren’t unhappy with each other, but seeing Stacy’s eyes or her nose or her chin hurt too much, and neither could seem to agree on how to raise their increasingly problematic son. It was for the best.
Harry lived with his mother for half the week, and his father the rest. It was a shuffling sort of upbringing, but he remained at the same school, kept the same friends, and in all remained rather unaffected by the divorce; that is to say, it didn’t seem to phase him. There were no spikes in detentions. No increased calls to his parents were made. He smiled and people smiled back and when he turned around, they whispered about how it was only to be expected, with what a rough life he’d had. Nobody could blame him for shoving that boy off the swing set; no one was seriously hurt. When they found the skinned stray kitten behind the playground fence, everyone knew who put it there, and no one said a word.
Harry started keeping a diary when he began high school. It was the sort that needed to be burned immediately after completion—filled with vaguely Eric Harris-esque rantings, scribbled maps, and confessions of his experiences since joining a neighborhood gang. No one knew about it, and he destroyed it shortly after he finished filling the last page. He dropped out in the middle of his junior year, declaring himself worth more than any public education; besides, the illegal stuff was more fun. And with the gang he made money. People recognized him, and over the years, he gained the respect he felt he deserved.
the present...[/b][/size] Harry was seventeen when he committed his first murder. It wasn’t part of anyone’s plan, just another impulsive mistake he made because his fingers had been itching. Maybe it got out of hand. In any case, it catapulted him deeper into New York’s crime circuit than anything before. When people discovered he was crazy enough to kill a kid and somehow clever enough to not get caught, he was home free.
The years following were a blur. Stimulation of all sorts wormed its way into Harry’s life, and he loved every minute of it. He made a name for himself where people only whispered, stopped talking to his parents because they didn’t know him like the others and really, he’d never managed to figure out how to care for them in the first place.
Today, Harry lives impulsively. One day, he kills. The next, he stays at home and snorts, shoots up, or smokes, calls in and has a girl or two come over. He likes it all, so long as it keeps his hands busy. Activity is the only way to stay sane.
other notes...[/b][/size] [/blockquote]
...literature*
title... Peter and the Wolf
backstory... This bitch Peter separates a fight between two birds and tells the world he ain’t afraid of no wolf, which is both foreshadowing and totally asking for trouble. A wolf eventually comes out and eats Peter’s friend the duck. Because Peter is a clever shit and mad about this, he uses his other birdie friend to distract the wolf why he hangs it from the tree by its tail. Some hunters come by and want to shoot the wolf, but Peter is a benevolent little shit and gets them to parade the thing to the nearest zoo instead. The wolf lives the rest of his life in captivity and life goes on beautifully.
...the roleplayer*
tell us about you...[/b][/size] This be Scout [/blockquote]
...writing*
writing sample/freestyle...[/b][/size] PLEASE CHOOSE WHICH APPLIES. if you are a new applicant, you’ll need to show us what you can do; give us a writing sample! three paragraphs or so should be good, but make it as long as you like! we just need to know you can write before we accept you.
if you are a veteran and have at least one accepted character, and if you would like, you may use this section for any freestyle writing/application you would like to do about your character. have at it![/blockquote]
