04-14-2009, 11:18 PM
Name: Vareta
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth-Sei
Profession: Bouncer
Fighting Style: Dirty Brawling
Short Bio: Vareta grew up in the poor part of town, his father working construction, and his mother passed away. His father was almost never around, and Vareta spent most of his childhood roaming the streets, and learning how life worked through watching the people around him. This resulted in him becoming a bit of a bad ass, and saw him picking fights by the age of 14. Despite the fact that he almost always lost those early fights, he never stopped trying.
When he got older, Vareta took a job bouncing in a bar as soon as he was legal age. These days, he feels more at home there than anywhere else. He spends nearly every waking hour in the bar, working or not.
General Description:
Vareta stands 6'3", with messy brown hair. He has a very athletic build, and a scar running down his face, between the eyes. He normally wears jeans, and a dark leather jacket. When not at work, he'll go without a shirt, and just wear the jacket, but when he's working at the bar, he'll wear a white t-shirt as well.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength, Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength 35%
Focus 5%
Endurance 50%
Agility 25%
Role-play Sample:
"Another day in paradise" he said, leaning against the wall. He smiled as he looked around the familiar room, tables placed haphazardly wherever they would fit, with seemingly random numbers of stools around them. It was quiet tonight, with only a handful of regulars drinking up at the bar, and one table of four first timers at the back of the room, against the wall. It wasn't the nicest bar in the area, or the buisiest, but it was his. His little haven from the world, and one of the few places he felt truly at home.
Vareta didn't really like quiet nights. There wasn't much to do but think, and he'd never really had much to think about, aside from throwing people out of the bar, and occasionally breaking a rib or two, if the guy really pissed him off. So, as he usually did on the quiet nights, he started pacing back and forth against the back wall, listening to the music, which was little more than background noise to him now. He made a point of staring at the table of guys he didn't recognize, sizing them up as he walked.
The early shift waitress, a young, busty and fairly simple minded girl, was just dropping off the latest round of drinks to the four guys in the corner, giving him an excuse to get closer to them. "Quiet night, eh, Jenny?" he said, looking over her at the four men. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a small smile, used to how he did things. "Hey V. Yeah, it's been pretty dead, not much for tips tonight."
"Don't worry buddy," one of the guys said, his speech more than a little slurred from the drinks he'd been having all night, "this little sweetheart will be getting a real big tip later, as long as she gives us the service we're lookin for." The other three men let out a chorus of laughter at that, and the one who opened his mouth reached over and slapped Jenny on the ass. Jenny let out a loud squeak and scurried away from the table, just as Vareta drilled the mouthy drunk in the face with his fist.
The other three men jumped up from their chairs, both surprised and angry. Vareta grinned and rushed forward, quite pleased with how the night was turning out. "This," he thought, "is gonna be fun."
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth-Sei
Profession: Bouncer
Fighting Style: Dirty Brawling
Short Bio: Vareta grew up in the poor part of town, his father working construction, and his mother passed away. His father was almost never around, and Vareta spent most of his childhood roaming the streets, and learning how life worked through watching the people around him. This resulted in him becoming a bit of a bad ass, and saw him picking fights by the age of 14. Despite the fact that he almost always lost those early fights, he never stopped trying.
When he got older, Vareta took a job bouncing in a bar as soon as he was legal age. These days, he feels more at home there than anywhere else. He spends nearly every waking hour in the bar, working or not.
General Description:
Vareta stands 6'3", with messy brown hair. He has a very athletic build, and a scar running down his face, between the eyes. He normally wears jeans, and a dark leather jacket. When not at work, he'll go without a shirt, and just wear the jacket, but when he's working at the bar, he'll wear a white t-shirt as well.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength, Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength 35%
Focus 5%
Endurance 50%
Agility 25%
Role-play Sample:
"Another day in paradise" he said, leaning against the wall. He smiled as he looked around the familiar room, tables placed haphazardly wherever they would fit, with seemingly random numbers of stools around them. It was quiet tonight, with only a handful of regulars drinking up at the bar, and one table of four first timers at the back of the room, against the wall. It wasn't the nicest bar in the area, or the buisiest, but it was his. His little haven from the world, and one of the few places he felt truly at home.
Vareta didn't really like quiet nights. There wasn't much to do but think, and he'd never really had much to think about, aside from throwing people out of the bar, and occasionally breaking a rib or two, if the guy really pissed him off. So, as he usually did on the quiet nights, he started pacing back and forth against the back wall, listening to the music, which was little more than background noise to him now. He made a point of staring at the table of guys he didn't recognize, sizing them up as he walked.
The early shift waitress, a young, busty and fairly simple minded girl, was just dropping off the latest round of drinks to the four guys in the corner, giving him an excuse to get closer to them. "Quiet night, eh, Jenny?" he said, looking over her at the four men. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a small smile, used to how he did things. "Hey V. Yeah, it's been pretty dead, not much for tips tonight."
"Don't worry buddy," one of the guys said, his speech more than a little slurred from the drinks he'd been having all night, "this little sweetheart will be getting a real big tip later, as long as she gives us the service we're lookin for." The other three men let out a chorus of laughter at that, and the one who opened his mouth reached over and slapped Jenny on the ass. Jenny let out a loud squeak and scurried away from the table, just as Vareta drilled the mouthy drunk in the face with his fist.
The other three men jumped up from their chairs, both surprised and angry. Vareta grinned and rushed forward, quite pleased with how the night was turning out. "This," he thought, "is gonna be fun."
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