03-22-2011, 01:49 AM
Name: Liam McCoy
Age: 25
Race: Generic: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Attorney
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio: Liam was born in South City, but his family eventually moved to Central City shortly before he started school. His mother is a teacher in an elementary school and his father came from a long line of military men, some of whom were war heroes. Liam graduated at the top of his law school class and went on to become a well known defense attorney.
General Description: Liam is approximately 5' 7'' and a scrawny 135 lbs. He has tousled dark, almost black hair and green eyes. He is usually wearing a suit or dress clothes due to his profession but occasionally dresses down. Even when he is dressed up he often looks unkempt somehow.
Starting Abilities: Possession and Foresight
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength: 15%
Focus: 40%
Endurance: 15%
Agility: 30%
Role Play Sample:
“I think you've had enough for tonight,” said the bartender at O'Brian's pub. It was, in fact, drink number.....well who was keeping count anyway? Liam wrestled the whiskey and gravity to raise his gaze to the ugly bartender glaring at him with an expression of pity and annoyance. “Shut the hell up and poor me another drink,” Liam slurred. “You got it chief,” the bartender walked over and grabbed the now half empty bottle of Jameson's off of the shelf.
It had always been that way. As far back as Liam could remember. He made a demand and whoever was nearest him provided for him. He said “jump” and they said “how high.” But more than that, they were happy to do it. They wanted to do it. It was as if the thought or idea had been their own all along. Elementary school was a breeze as was the rest of his childhood. High school was just as much of a walk in the park. But it was also the first time he ever really noticed that no one had ever told him “no.” College blew by with even more success and law school...well...law school was laughable. “Dr. Roberts,” Liam would say. “What can I do for you, son?” Time to shine. “I think I deserved more than a D on this case brief. Actually I thought it deserved an A.” With a smile would come the answer, “You know what? So do I. Submit it again tomorrow and I'll fix it.” And that was it. It was that easy. It was as if the words belonged to Liam himself. More so, he heard them before the professor even spoke them. Once, during a trial, a prosecutor objected to a statement made by Liam's client as hearsay. Liam called for a sidebar. None of the jurors or spectators heard the conversation, but after Liam spoke the judge, he had the prosecutor arrested on the spot for perjury and contempt of court. He was dragged screaming out of the courtroom by the bailiffs. Liam, who was so very used to receiving all that he wanted, hated losing, even if only for a moment.
So how did he end up here? How did Liam McCoy Attorney at law, the most talented (even if abnormally so) counselor in Central City end up face down in a pool of his own whiskey-stenched drool? Because Liam, like so many other abnormal individuals, wished nothing more than to be indistinguishable from the rest of the world. This overwhelming talent of his lead to many things. Infamy among his clients and the Central City Community. A fortune that would bring the most greedy man to tears. Friends, envied and adored him. Family idolized and worshiped him. And girlfriends, many many girlfriends, loved him dearly. It was everything anyone could ask for. But something was wrong. A man should not be able to sway the opinions of masses with a single word and the wave of a hand. One person should not command the hearts and minds of others with a short speech and the wink of an eye. If this was unnatural, as it truly seemed to be, what then in his life was genuine? Was any of it real? Or did those who listened to him and cared about him do so simply because he asked nicely? These were thoughts that would haunt any man, and Liam McCoy was no exception. These were the intrusions making their way through the alcoholic fog in his mind, as he was helped off of his chair by a bouncer, and shown to the door, quite the same as last night, and the night before.
Age: 25
Race: Generic: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Attorney
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio: Liam was born in South City, but his family eventually moved to Central City shortly before he started school. His mother is a teacher in an elementary school and his father came from a long line of military men, some of whom were war heroes. Liam graduated at the top of his law school class and went on to become a well known defense attorney.
General Description: Liam is approximately 5' 7'' and a scrawny 135 lbs. He has tousled dark, almost black hair and green eyes. He is usually wearing a suit or dress clothes due to his profession but occasionally dresses down. Even when he is dressed up he often looks unkempt somehow.
Starting Abilities: Possession and Foresight
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength: 15%
Focus: 40%
Endurance: 15%
Agility: 30%
Role Play Sample:
“I think you've had enough for tonight,” said the bartender at O'Brian's pub. It was, in fact, drink number.....well who was keeping count anyway? Liam wrestled the whiskey and gravity to raise his gaze to the ugly bartender glaring at him with an expression of pity and annoyance. “Shut the hell up and poor me another drink,” Liam slurred. “You got it chief,” the bartender walked over and grabbed the now half empty bottle of Jameson's off of the shelf.
It had always been that way. As far back as Liam could remember. He made a demand and whoever was nearest him provided for him. He said “jump” and they said “how high.” But more than that, they were happy to do it. They wanted to do it. It was as if the thought or idea had been their own all along. Elementary school was a breeze as was the rest of his childhood. High school was just as much of a walk in the park. But it was also the first time he ever really noticed that no one had ever told him “no.” College blew by with even more success and law school...well...law school was laughable. “Dr. Roberts,” Liam would say. “What can I do for you, son?” Time to shine. “I think I deserved more than a D on this case brief. Actually I thought it deserved an A.” With a smile would come the answer, “You know what? So do I. Submit it again tomorrow and I'll fix it.” And that was it. It was that easy. It was as if the words belonged to Liam himself. More so, he heard them before the professor even spoke them. Once, during a trial, a prosecutor objected to a statement made by Liam's client as hearsay. Liam called for a sidebar. None of the jurors or spectators heard the conversation, but after Liam spoke the judge, he had the prosecutor arrested on the spot for perjury and contempt of court. He was dragged screaming out of the courtroom by the bailiffs. Liam, who was so very used to receiving all that he wanted, hated losing, even if only for a moment.
So how did he end up here? How did Liam McCoy Attorney at law, the most talented (even if abnormally so) counselor in Central City end up face down in a pool of his own whiskey-stenched drool? Because Liam, like so many other abnormal individuals, wished nothing more than to be indistinguishable from the rest of the world. This overwhelming talent of his lead to many things. Infamy among his clients and the Central City Community. A fortune that would bring the most greedy man to tears. Friends, envied and adored him. Family idolized and worshiped him. And girlfriends, many many girlfriends, loved him dearly. It was everything anyone could ask for. But something was wrong. A man should not be able to sway the opinions of masses with a single word and the wave of a hand. One person should not command the hearts and minds of others with a short speech and the wink of an eye. If this was unnatural, as it truly seemed to be, what then in his life was genuine? Was any of it real? Or did those who listened to him and cared about him do so simply because he asked nicely? These were thoughts that would haunt any man, and Liam McCoy was no exception. These were the intrusions making their way through the alcoholic fog in his mind, as he was helped off of his chair by a bouncer, and shown to the door, quite the same as last night, and the night before.
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