Post by ashland on Aug 4, 2008 10:08:48 GMT -5
Tom Owens:: is presented by
Ashland, who's been roleplaying for 5 years and is 15 years old. (More or less)
[/color][/size][/center]Ashland, who's been roleplaying for 5 years and is 15 years old. (More or less)
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate reads Tomas Ashland Owens
But You Better Call Me Ash
I've Seen the World For 29 years
As I've Been Around Since September 1st
Making Myself Known As US Police Detective (Resigned)
I Classify As a Male Human
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NMirror, Mirror ◊
Ash stands slightly less than 6 feet tall, with rather long golden hair and deep blue eyes. His usual dress is that consisting of the overly cliché overcoat of a detective, along with matching beige pants and black shoes. He tries to break the cliche garb with a belt tied around the cloak at his waist and gold trim, but it just makes him stand out all the more. His youthful appearance is destroyed by the depressed expression that plagues his face, making him seem a tired old man who hates his job. Thankfully, he manages to stand straight up without slouching, at least giving some vibe of pride.
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N What I've Done ◊
Ashland was a Criminal Investigation officer for the NYPD, and was called to work on a “special” case. A terrorist organization had begun terrorizing the nation, attempting to destroy the Statue of Liberty and several other high-rises. Luckily, all major attacks were prevented and the leader of said organization was caught and imprisoned…but not for long. Let’s just say it didn’t go too well in court. The man was sentenced to a short sum of years in prison on the charge of illegal possession of explosives. Some time later, the leader of the now crumbled terrorist group approached Ash. The former terrorist believed himself safe because he had committed no other crimes, and therefore Ash would do nothing; he stated “You are sworn into duty to protect me.” At this, Tom could hold his anger no longer, so he held out his badge and crushed it in his palm saying:
“I quit.”
He then proceeded to shoot the other man. He covered up the crime well, and then fled for Japan, where he unwittingly uncovered a new series of uncanny events unfolding.
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N Take a Look ◊
Tom is usually calm and level headed, but is not one to think quickly. He will take any given chance to mock superiors, and would seem upbeat, but if he is annoyed enough he will explode in anger. His temper arouses around difficult cases and uncatchable enemies (something definite to be shown when he arrives on the scene of Kira).
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at Strategy
Though you may win at Chess
I Like Bacon
I Don't Stupid Questions, Masks
Keep Away Death (whether it be death to himself or others)
Abilities He has vast strategical skills, being able to locate and capture criminals with ease. He has some understanding of psychology, a grand knowledge of anatomy, immense deduction abilities, coherent comprehension of cryptology, and various undercover skills. Yet, ask him to speak to a woman or play chess, and you’ve got him dumbfounded.
Weapons Desert Eagle, Mark XIX, .44 Magnum (light load)
Alliance He is on the side of the Law, but will bend the rules to what needs to be done.
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N Show and Tell ◊
I’m not sure if this needs to be a Roleplay sample of my character (Tom Owens, who I have no sample of). If it must be, please tell me so. Otherwise, enjoy a long forgotten post of a long forgotten RP in a long forgotten thread of a long forgotten forum.
The scene changes and we see a different world, one tainted by darkness and evil. It is very dark there; the only light source is the mysterious white fire, which engulfs most of the ground and walls. The air there is a stench of rotting flesh and death. We then see people about the dark realm, some set ablaze by the white fire, others being tormented by shapeless figures. Some are being eaten alive by thousands of maggots, others just sit and sweat. But there are a selected few who fight against the dark forces. They fight the shapeless figures and strive to hold on to what little life they have left. Though it can hardly be called “life” for this place of eternal torment is the Land of the Dead. These fighters fight in hopes of finding a way to return to the Land of the Living, and escape this cruel fate. The ones that have been waiting in this dark world for many a time, tell the fighters that their cause is lost; they say there is no way to return once they arrive here. Many of the fighters gave up hope at these words, but one of them heard this and only became more determined. His name is Zabuza Momochi. He has been in this dark realm for a number of years, and has since met a man who knew of a way out. This man was very wise, and though he seemed to trust Zabuza, he refused to tell him his name. He simply told Zabuza that they could both escape, though it wouldn’t be easy. And so, Zabuza and the Wise man both fight their way through the dark world, and they were soon upon a large citadel, decorated with gargoyles. The man calmly walked up to the door, and gave it a single knock. It opened with a loud creaking noise, and both Zabuza and the man entered.
Once inside, Zabuza saw that the citadel was much larger than it had first seemed, with many hallways and corridors. Yet, the man navigated his way through the maze of rooms with ease. The man led Zabuza to a room in the upper level of the castle, and inside was a massive throne, with a figure seated upon it. This figure glowed with an aura, but not an aura of light, and aura that seemed to absorb light. When this figure raised his head to observe his guests, chills went through the bodies of the men. The wise man approached the figure, and bowed before him. Zabuza did the same, and the man began to speak.
Nameless man: “Greetings, mighty Shinigami, god of this realm.”
Zabuza was surprised by his words, and shuddered. Then the figure, called Shinigami, answered him. His voice was eerie and brought fear into the men.
Shinigami: “I am he, the god death.”
Nameless man: “I come before thee, humbled, to ask an act of goodwill. If your greatness can find it somewhere within thyself to grant us exit of this place, we shall forever be in your debt.”
Shinigami: “Your request is bold. I ask you to give me a reason as to let you return to the land of the living, what benefit shall come to me? I hold you and this man as high price, for you had great impact on the world above.”
Nameless man: “I fear the worst for the land of the living, and we must return to come to their aid. I offer thee one hundred souls for the return of mine, and seventy souls for that of Momochi. Does that please your greatness?”
Shinigami: “One hundred souls for the both of you each year you are to stay in the Land of the Living. That is how it shall be.”
Nameless man: “Thank you, your greatness.”
Zabuza wanted to speak, but the words would not come to him. He did no believe he could murder One hundred people every year, but he decided it was worth a try.
Shinigami: “I am letting you leave here for one reason and one reason only, to come to the other world’s aid. I have a concordat with the gods of that world, and now it shall be paid in full. I will never do this again, so keep your quota every year, or you shall never again live. Do not regard me as a pleasant being; I am still the god of death.”
Nameless man: “Of course, your greatness. Now then, how are we to leave?”
Without speaking, Shinigami unsheathed a scythe, and held it high into the air. He suddenly vanished, but soon returned, the scythe covered in blood.
Shinigami: “I have prepared you two bodies, and altered them to be like your own. You shall occupy them. Since I have taken their souls, you now only have 99 souls left to bring me. I hope you can aid the Land of Living, and settle my debt. Now, when you are ready…”
The death god swung his scythe, and it seemed as the very seams holding the world together were ripped, and before them was a passageway to the other world. Making no haste, they rushed into the portal, escaping the evil land. Before the wise man had fully gone into the passageway, he turned to Shinigami once more.
Nameless man: “I bid thee farewell…”
And with that, he left the Land of the Dead.
The air became sweet, and the heat died down. Zabuza blinked open his eyes, and found he was lying in a field of cherry blossoms. Beside him, the ground was indented where the wise man had lain, but he was no longer there. He struggled to his feet, and picked up the zanbato lying next to him.
Zabuza: “Amazing.” The words came off his tongue slowly. “I live again.”
He found himself somewhere in the Hidden Temple village, and slowly remembered what the wise man had told him. He was told the story of Chaos, and how the world was near its end. He knew what he had to do, he had to help. He decided to turn himself in and assist the village. If the world was going to end, he was going to go down fighting. And already, he planned who he was going to add to his list of 99 souls.
He approached the building of the Kage, and explained his intentions to the guards. They tell him that the Kage is at the gate, but forbid him to see him. They tell Zabuza to wait until he is needed, one of the ANBU guards rushes off to tell the others that a new Shinobi soldier is ready to take action. Zabuza is seated in the waiting area of the building. While there, he begins to think, something he was never accustomed to doing in his previous life. He thought about Haku and Kakashi’s Genin squad. He thought about the world ending and him returning to Shinigami’s realm. He thought about what was going to happen next. He thought about the wise man. His head began to ache from all the thinking.
He laid his sword down and spoke to the ANBU guard nearest him.
Zabuza: “Who is the Kage now?”
Guard: “You really don’t know? Sheesh. It’s Lord Uchiha, Sasuke.”
He was surprised at the guard’s words at first, but then satisfied. He knew that they were in good hands with Sasuke in the lead.
He soon grew impatient…
Once inside, Zabuza saw that the citadel was much larger than it had first seemed, with many hallways and corridors. Yet, the man navigated his way through the maze of rooms with ease. The man led Zabuza to a room in the upper level of the castle, and inside was a massive throne, with a figure seated upon it. This figure glowed with an aura, but not an aura of light, and aura that seemed to absorb light. When this figure raised his head to observe his guests, chills went through the bodies of the men. The wise man approached the figure, and bowed before him. Zabuza did the same, and the man began to speak.
Nameless man: “Greetings, mighty Shinigami, god of this realm.”
Zabuza was surprised by his words, and shuddered. Then the figure, called Shinigami, answered him. His voice was eerie and brought fear into the men.
Shinigami: “I am he, the god death.”
Nameless man: “I come before thee, humbled, to ask an act of goodwill. If your greatness can find it somewhere within thyself to grant us exit of this place, we shall forever be in your debt.”
Shinigami: “Your request is bold. I ask you to give me a reason as to let you return to the land of the living, what benefit shall come to me? I hold you and this man as high price, for you had great impact on the world above.”
Nameless man: “I fear the worst for the land of the living, and we must return to come to their aid. I offer thee one hundred souls for the return of mine, and seventy souls for that of Momochi. Does that please your greatness?”
Shinigami: “One hundred souls for the both of you each year you are to stay in the Land of the Living. That is how it shall be.”
Nameless man: “Thank you, your greatness.”
Zabuza wanted to speak, but the words would not come to him. He did no believe he could murder One hundred people every year, but he decided it was worth a try.
Shinigami: “I am letting you leave here for one reason and one reason only, to come to the other world’s aid. I have a concordat with the gods of that world, and now it shall be paid in full. I will never do this again, so keep your quota every year, or you shall never again live. Do not regard me as a pleasant being; I am still the god of death.”
Nameless man: “Of course, your greatness. Now then, how are we to leave?”
Without speaking, Shinigami unsheathed a scythe, and held it high into the air. He suddenly vanished, but soon returned, the scythe covered in blood.
Shinigami: “I have prepared you two bodies, and altered them to be like your own. You shall occupy them. Since I have taken their souls, you now only have 99 souls left to bring me. I hope you can aid the Land of Living, and settle my debt. Now, when you are ready…”
The death god swung his scythe, and it seemed as the very seams holding the world together were ripped, and before them was a passageway to the other world. Making no haste, they rushed into the portal, escaping the evil land. Before the wise man had fully gone into the passageway, he turned to Shinigami once more.
Nameless man: “I bid thee farewell…”
And with that, he left the Land of the Dead.
The air became sweet, and the heat died down. Zabuza blinked open his eyes, and found he was lying in a field of cherry blossoms. Beside him, the ground was indented where the wise man had lain, but he was no longer there. He struggled to his feet, and picked up the zanbato lying next to him.
Zabuza: “Amazing.” The words came off his tongue slowly. “I live again.”
He found himself somewhere in the Hidden Temple village, and slowly remembered what the wise man had told him. He was told the story of Chaos, and how the world was near its end. He knew what he had to do, he had to help. He decided to turn himself in and assist the village. If the world was going to end, he was going to go down fighting. And already, he planned who he was going to add to his list of 99 souls.
He approached the building of the Kage, and explained his intentions to the guards. They tell him that the Kage is at the gate, but forbid him to see him. They tell Zabuza to wait until he is needed, one of the ANBU guards rushes off to tell the others that a new Shinobi soldier is ready to take action. Zabuza is seated in the waiting area of the building. While there, he begins to think, something he was never accustomed to doing in his previous life. He thought about Haku and Kakashi’s Genin squad. He thought about the world ending and him returning to Shinigami’s realm. He thought about what was going to happen next. He thought about the wise man. His head began to ache from all the thinking.
He laid his sword down and spoke to the ANBU guard nearest him.
Zabuza: “Who is the Kage now?”
Guard: “You really don’t know? Sheesh. It’s Lord Uchiha, Sasuke.”
He was surprised at the guard’s words at first, but then satisfied. He knew that they were in good hands with Sasuke in the lead.
He soon grew impatient…
