Post by "benji" angler on May 17, 2009 12:52:32 GMT -5
Dana Benjamin Angler
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"this is what the birth certificate says. the basics, of course."
FULL NAME Dana Benjamin Angler
NICKNAMES Ben, Benji
AGE 24
DATE OF BIRTH January 13th, 1996
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight
MEMBER GROUP Riders
CANON OR ORIGNAL Original
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"the appearance is everything."
HEIGHT 6'5"
WEIGHT 215
BODY TYPE Buff, stocky- is muscular, but definitely not a body-builder. Height alone makes him intimidating.
HAIR COLOR White
EYE COLOR Blue
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Has a butterfly tattoo on his ass and some scars in various places from common childhood accidents.
PLAY BY Clint Eastwood
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"some say it's what's on the inside that counts."
LIKES + Beer
+ Horses
+ Country music
+ Rain
+ Walking in the rain
DISLIKES - Natural disasters
- Gay men
- Idiots
- Gin and Tonic
- Gun control
HABITS/QUIRKS + Almost always smoking
+ Has obsessive-compulsive need to carry a gun
+ Freaks out if anyone touches his car
+ Freaks out if anyone touches the car's radio
+ Will kill anyone if they touch his horse
FEARS - Losing his horse
- Dying alone
- Getting assraped
- Totaling his car
- Having to put down the horse
SECRETS - Has erectile dysfunction
FULL PERSONALITY Benji is a very angry man. He is overly possessive of his things, and has no problem with kicking the ass of anyone who comes near his stuff. He is very easily angered by small things, and has been known to fly off the handle for the smallest of infractions. As a child, he was also very angry, despite the classic "perfect family" picture. He will tell people in no uncertain terms that he hates them, and doesn't even try to keep his racism a secret. He is very dark and secretive, and doesn't share anything with anybody. He doesn't trust people, even his own family, and is extremely paranoid about people finding out even the slightest bit of information about him. Even something like asking him how is day had been going would make him paranoid, and either start him accusing people of spying on him or try to kill them.[/color][/font]
"history starts now, or when i was born."
PARENTS Julia + Andrew Angler
SIBLINGS None
BIRTHPLACE Austin, TX
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS None
CHILDREN Several that he refuses to acknowledge
PETS None
FULL HISTORY Benji really has no excuse to be the way he is, considering where he came from. His family was the most loving family imaginable and, if you can believe it, they were upper-class as well. His father was the top surgeon at the local hospital where they lived at the time of his birth, and his mother was a stay-at-home mom who had a home business. Benji was all but spoiled when he was younger, always had everything handed to him. He went only to the most exclusive schools in the area, never to public schools. And, unlike most such families, his parents didn't ignore him or pawn him off on the maids. His mother was always home with him, and whenever his father could get some time off work, they would all spend time together. So what exactly went wrong?
Like most private schools, there was that crowd of kids who were up to no good, and surprise! that was the group Benji so easily fell into. It wasn't easy at first, since he was all shy at that age, but soon enough he began to feel at ease with the other kids, and soon joined them in their felonious adventures. It started out with petty theft, which Benji got caught and charged with on several accounts. He didn't need to steal to get what he wanted- all he had to do was ask his mom for the money, or his dad, and it would be given to him- so it was never about necessity. It was all about the rush of the steal, and trying to outrun the security guards and cops. It all went downhill from there. As Benji got older, he got more criminal, which his ever-so-naive parents were completely blind to, saying things like "Oh he's just going through a phase" and stuff. At 14, his girlfriend Freshman year gave Benji his first child, and instead of taking responsibility, or even admitting he was at all part of the problem, Benji beat her up so she wouldn't talk. It caused her to have Joanna prematurely, but Joanna survived. He was charged with battery for it, but managed to intimidate the girl into saying it was because she provoked him. Two years later, when he was sixteen, Benji managed to knock up another girlfriend, and at first seemed as though he was admitting it. But when Corey was a few months old, and just after Kent's 17th birthday, the mother came home from work ten minutes later and Benji accused her of cheating on him, subsequently beating her up and when she called the cops, struggled against them. After that, he had two more kids- twin girls- which he also denied having anything to do with. He was jailed at age 20, and just got out about a couple months ago. He moved here after his latest girlfriend incident; he came home drunk, she kicked him out and threw his stuff out of the house, so he beat her up, took her keys, and crashed her car into the side of a building before running away. Once he came here, he started riding horses, and got pretty good at it. He's been here ever since.
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"it's time to meet the puppeteer."
YOUR NAME The Todd
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE Infinity
CONTACT INFO PM
SECRET PHRASE ADMIN EDIT.
MEMBER TITLE member.
ANYTHING ELSE Njet.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
» To put it simply, David was bored. And when David got bored, bad things happened. He had nothing to do. Seriously. Sure, at home, he could get drunk, or play video games- or get drunk and play video games- but for some reason, he had the itch to be around people. But that was what was weird. David, by most standards, was very anti-social. He lived alone, and was very much happy that way. He wasn't very fond of people in general. He'd get irritated very easily, and probably get violent because of it. So essentially, he was doing a public service by remaining home- less bodies, less injuries, it was an all-around good thing. Besides, alone, nobody could tell David to suck it up- which they probably would if they knew what David did when left alone.
» Alone, David let himself go. Sometimes, he just sat and cried. Sometimes he got drunk and started talking to the sky. Not even he was sure why he was still so depressed- Miranda died over fifteen years ago. Why was he still like this? It was traumatic, sure, but weren't most people able to move on after a year or so? What was the proper amount of time to mourn? David seemed- even to himself- to be overly depressed by his fiance`e's death. He loved her. Sure, they were young at the time, but he had every intention or marrying her. By now, they'd have had a kid. David liked the think it would have been a boy, a son he could teach to do "manly" things. A little friend, essentially. Only a handful of people knew about David's past; only two or three guys from the SWAT team, his old childhood friend Uri, and some chick he barely knew named Alex. To him, Alex was merely a person. Her existence made him want to quit drinking- only because it was when he was drunk that he'd confessed his past to her. The fewer people that knew, the better- he didn't want to be told to "get over it".
» Anyway, back to the wanting to be around people. It wasn't because he wanted a deep conversation, a drinking buddy, or even just companionship. Oh, hell no. He wanted to be around people so he could mess with them- the kind of "messing with" that would be just on the border of harassment and uh....not harassment. Stepping into the front of the mall- right into the food court- he glanced around. There were plenty of people around, but nobody that fit the description he'd need in order to mess with them. Yes, he had very specific criteria for the people he messed with. So he went straight to the other things he'd planned. He walked through the food court and into Hot Topic.
» He looked very much out of place in the very "gothic" store- most of the clothes, as well as the store decor, were black and other dark colors, while on the other hand, David had on a bright orange hoodie, and orange-red cargo shorts. He got glances from the cashier and a few patrons, but they eventually went back to what they were doing before. David reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a few colorful WWJD bracelets, which he inconspicuously slipped into the pockets of a few clothing items before exiting the store. He wasn't particularly religious- after Miranda's death, he'd lost all faith- but for some reason, dropping a "WWJD?" bracelet into the pocket of a hoodie that was for a heavy metal band made him laugh- on the inside. Exiting the store and starting to walk down the hall, he spotted them- the perfect people to play his little prank on.
» They looked like a perfect couple- a 20-something woman and a man with her that looked like he might be a couple years older. They were holding hands, and walking down the hallway of the mall, minding their own business. David followed them for a little bit, before approaching, and forcing himself to look furious. "You bitch!" he hissed at the woman, stepping in front of the couple, who froze at David's sudden presence and angry words. "EXCUSE me?" asked the woman, looking utterly bewildered by David's anger at her, for apparently no reason. "Oh, there IS no excuse for you! How could you do this to me?!" He glared at her. "I've never seen you before!" The woman was starting to get angry herself, as well as confused. All her boyfriend could do was stare at David, who was bigger than him. "Oh, I see, ignore my existence NOW. Remember last week? HMMM?! We had a wonderful night. You...you said you loved me!" He paused for a second, forcing himself not to laugh- the woman's boyfriend was starting to get angry, but not at David, at his girlfriend. "Is that...true?" he asked, barely able to remain calm. "No way in hell! I've never SEEN him before, damn it!" "Yeah, well," David said, crossed his arms and starting to turn away, "I hope you're more faithful to him than you were to me, you whore. We're FINISHED."
» Without another word, and ignoring the response, David turned away and walked around the corner. A few seconds later, he saw the man the woman was with storm by, and heard the woman crying. David smiled to himself, then leaned on a nearby abandoned kiosk, and started laughing. Of course, the woman had been nothing but truthful. She and David had never met- and certainly had never been romantically involved. David was a dick, and he knew it. He wouldn't have himself be any other way.
» Alone, David let himself go. Sometimes, he just sat and cried. Sometimes he got drunk and started talking to the sky. Not even he was sure why he was still so depressed- Miranda died over fifteen years ago. Why was he still like this? It was traumatic, sure, but weren't most people able to move on after a year or so? What was the proper amount of time to mourn? David seemed- even to himself- to be overly depressed by his fiance`e's death. He loved her. Sure, they were young at the time, but he had every intention or marrying her. By now, they'd have had a kid. David liked the think it would have been a boy, a son he could teach to do "manly" things. A little friend, essentially. Only a handful of people knew about David's past; only two or three guys from the SWAT team, his old childhood friend Uri, and some chick he barely knew named Alex. To him, Alex was merely a person. Her existence made him want to quit drinking- only because it was when he was drunk that he'd confessed his past to her. The fewer people that knew, the better- he didn't want to be told to "get over it".
» Anyway, back to the wanting to be around people. It wasn't because he wanted a deep conversation, a drinking buddy, or even just companionship. Oh, hell no. He wanted to be around people so he could mess with them- the kind of "messing with" that would be just on the border of harassment and uh....not harassment. Stepping into the front of the mall- right into the food court- he glanced around. There were plenty of people around, but nobody that fit the description he'd need in order to mess with them. Yes, he had very specific criteria for the people he messed with. So he went straight to the other things he'd planned. He walked through the food court and into Hot Topic.
» He looked very much out of place in the very "gothic" store- most of the clothes, as well as the store decor, were black and other dark colors, while on the other hand, David had on a bright orange hoodie, and orange-red cargo shorts. He got glances from the cashier and a few patrons, but they eventually went back to what they were doing before. David reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a few colorful WWJD bracelets, which he inconspicuously slipped into the pockets of a few clothing items before exiting the store. He wasn't particularly religious- after Miranda's death, he'd lost all faith- but for some reason, dropping a "WWJD?" bracelet into the pocket of a hoodie that was for a heavy metal band made him laugh- on the inside. Exiting the store and starting to walk down the hall, he spotted them- the perfect people to play his little prank on.
» They looked like a perfect couple- a 20-something woman and a man with her that looked like he might be a couple years older. They were holding hands, and walking down the hallway of the mall, minding their own business. David followed them for a little bit, before approaching, and forcing himself to look furious. "You bitch!" he hissed at the woman, stepping in front of the couple, who froze at David's sudden presence and angry words. "EXCUSE me?" asked the woman, looking utterly bewildered by David's anger at her, for apparently no reason. "Oh, there IS no excuse for you! How could you do this to me?!" He glared at her. "I've never seen you before!" The woman was starting to get angry herself, as well as confused. All her boyfriend could do was stare at David, who was bigger than him. "Oh, I see, ignore my existence NOW. Remember last week? HMMM?! We had a wonderful night. You...you said you loved me!" He paused for a second, forcing himself not to laugh- the woman's boyfriend was starting to get angry, but not at David, at his girlfriend. "Is that...true?" he asked, barely able to remain calm. "No way in hell! I've never SEEN him before, damn it!" "Yeah, well," David said, crossed his arms and starting to turn away, "I hope you're more faithful to him than you were to me, you whore. We're FINISHED."
» Without another word, and ignoring the response, David turned away and walked around the corner. A few seconds later, he saw the man the woman was with storm by, and heard the woman crying. David smiled to himself, then leaned on a nearby abandoned kiosk, and started laughing. Of course, the woman had been nothing but truthful. She and David had never met- and certainly had never been romantically involved. David was a dick, and he knew it. He wouldn't have himself be any other way.
