Post by preston on Oct 15, 2010 17:44:27 GMT -5
GEOFFREY DARWIN OWENS
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→ FULL NAME Geoffrey Darwin Owens
→ NICKNAME Jeff
→ AGE Around 30 years old
→ GENDER Male
→ SPECIES Human
→ BLOOD TYPE O
→ OCCUPATION Waiter
→ PLAY BY Michael Fassbender
→ HAIR His hair is exceptionally crazy. One day is can be spiked high on his head without much care put into it, to a slicked back look that's like looking at a classic European male.
→ EYES They are a deep ocean blue. His irises are very expressive and carry a deep sadness beneath.
→ STATS six feet one inch; two hundred and ten pounds
→ BODY He is tall and his lean. His body isn't overly muscular but he isn't a twig either.
→ FEATURES Under all the clothing he wears are vicious deep scars. He doesn't bother to count how many, and there is no need...
→ WARDROBE Geoffrey is very relaxed and carefree. He will wear anything in his closet, just as long as it is clean and fits. His usual attire is a white t-shirt with a stylish vest (usually a Grey or blue) and black slacks. He only has a pair of black Vans shoes.
→ OTHER FORM He is a normal human.
[/li][li] Gambling
→ LIKES
[/li][li] Children
[/li][li] Having friends
[/li][li] Reading
[/li][li] Singing
[/li][li] Talking with others
→ DISLIKES
[/li][li] Lies
[/li][li] Remembering the past
[/li][li] His gambling addiction (under control at the moment)
[/li][li] Pain
[/li][li] Sleeping (has nightmares)
[/li][li] Not being able to defend himself to the nightmares of the world
→ STRENGTHS
[/li][li] If you need a heart to pour out to, he is the perfect friend
[/li][li] Loyal
[/li][li] Hand-to-Hand Combat
[/li][li] Determined
→ WEAKNESSES
[/li][li] He is completely helpless (no abilities)
[/li][li] Very sensitive to pain
[/li][li] Letting the past go
[/li][li] Falls to peer pressure very easily
[/li][li] Gambling
[/li][li] If someone could take his pain away, he would do anything to get rid of it
→ SKILLS
[/li][li] Good memory
[/li][li] Singing
→ FEARS
[/li][li] Torture
[/li][li] The creatures in the darkness
[/li][li] His family
[/li][li] Falling back to drugs
[/li][li] Being alone the rest of his life
→ FULL PERSONALITY Geoffrey is serenely charming, but perhaps too lonely for his own good. He may seem very pleasant and happy on the outside all the time, but regularly, that's nothing close to the case. He's a man who dwells on mistakes in the past and never seems to let go of them, no matter how ridiculous it is to do so. His heart is broken in more ways then one, having lost just about everyone that was and has been close to him his entire life. Geoffrey also tends to space out a lot, especially when taking pills for depression. In those moments, he's usually thinking about his father and mother, Trinity, or most importantly, Eva, his deceased fiance.
However, he can be equally enjoying to talk with, for he is agreeing, merciful, and conversational with just about anything, and is open on just about every topic, even if he has no idea exactly what the others talk of as he sits there. He's a very sweet guy, just troubled and alone.
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→ MOTHER Malcolm Owens, 36, Deceased, Human
→ FATHER Saffron Owens, 32, Deceased, Human
→ SIBLINGS Single child
→ IMPORTANT PEOPLE Trinity Jameson, Friend, 16, Status Unknown
Eva Smith, Ex-Girlfriend, 25, Deceased
→ BIRTHPLACE Rettendon, Essex, UK
→ BIRTHDAY October 1, 1979
→ FULL HISTORY Geoffrey was brought into the world by Malcolm and Saffron Owens and he was lived the very first eight years of his life in luxury. He had everything a child could want. His father was a lawyer and mother was a founder for a very popular entertainment company in Europe, Geoffrey was the "rich kid" of Essex. He however, was taught the values of money and was raised knowing the meaning of work and a good dollar. His parents would not allow their son to be spoiled and not know the worth of a day's work. However, there was one thing that the Owen's parents kept their little son far away from. His other relatives. Saffron and Malcolm's parents were very rotten, traditional human beings and despised Geoffrey and his parents' wonderful life of peace. Malcolm and Saffron were the tainted blood in their families and had gone against their family's law and married one another and in addition had brought a "devil" into the world. Malcolm and Saffron tried their best to keep their dear boy from the horrors of their family, but it would not last. One night, while the Owens', including Geoffrey, were driving when their car was suddenly shoved off the road by an unknown attacker and they soared off the mountain and crashed to their death. At least that is what their families' thought. Saffron barely survived and pulled her son from the mess. Geoffrey was slightly wounded on the left leg but was not brutally wounded. For three days, Geoffrey's mother kept him safe from the elements of Europe until finally the official reached the crash. As they were reaching for the two, Saffron passed her young boy to the police and saved his life. Before he was taken away to be saved, she cooed to him sweetly that he would be safe; she died at that very mountain.
At the hospital, no one visited for him for weeks. When someone finally did, it was not on good terms. The families, having no idea what to do with this "abomination", shipped him to an orphanage in France. There, his life only got worse.
The orphanage was owned by Saffron's relatives and by orders, did not allow Geoffrey stay to be comfortable. The methods used to make the children to follow orders were very medieval (Geoffrey's relatives were very powerful, so the orphanage's existence was secret to France). Torture through starvation, whipping, or verbal abuse was not uncommon. However, through this confusing turmoil, Geoffrey had one friend. Her name was Trinity and she was eight years older than him, but even with his immature mind, he knew that there was something special about her. She was a worker in the orphanage and she herself had been an orphan at the time until she earned a job in their ranks. Geoffrey was abused highly and he was exceptionally stubborn (thanks to his parents) to the words of the workers. Trinity was always there to heal the wounds, help him vent out his fury and sadness. It was she that kept him going.
One day, the orphanage had had enough of Geoffrey insolence and wanted to make a example of him to everyone there. However, Trinity tried to stop them but they took no heed. They prepared to sizzle a brand on Geoffrey, however Trinity intervened and grabbed the young boy from them and ran from the building. She tossed him outside and begged him to run. He begged for her to come with him, but before he could say anything, she was already gone. He ran and ran forever until he couldn't run anymore.
He lived on the streets for three years until he was found by his family and shipped to his Uncle Donald in New York. He was rough and violent on Geoffrey, and at this point, the young boy had been beaten to the point when he was barely alive. He went through this terror until his Uncle died from a heart attack when he was eighteen. Geoffrey had no idea what to do or where to go. He was nothing like he was as a boy. Alive, stubborn and didn't allow anything in his way. Now, he was a wallowing soul with a unstable mind. He turned to the crowd of drinking, drugs, and gambling. Before long, he was in a toilet of debt and was living on the street.
When he was twenty four on the street a woman passed him by. Torn by his state of living, she took him in her home without any idea who he was. Her name was Eva and she was a doctor at the local hospital and nursed him back to health the best way she could. She was what brought back the kick in Geoffrey's life, however caused him more pain in the future.
The two began to grow closer and closer to one another and before long were boyfriend and girlfriend. They loved each other dearly and Geoffrey trusted her with his very soul. He was twenty eight when he finally had the courage to ask for her hand in marriage. She accepted and became his fiance. To celebrate, his buddies friends took him and his fiance to a bar, however things started to get out of hand and before long, drugs and dangerous levels of alcohol drove Geoffrey crazy. When the two were heading home, Geoffrey decided to drive and not too long in the drive home, he crashed into another car at high speeds and instantly murdered his fiance. Distraught, he went into another age of depression and turmoil.
When he turned thirty he was arrested for assault and placed into rehab and came out clean of drugs and his gambling problem. He still suffers from depression but takes pills to keep his depression under control. He is currently working as a waiter and has developed a liking to singing. He formed a band with some friends he met in rehab.
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Terminator Salvation RPG
Finally, some shit to do. A gruff faced male descended silently into the room, blue eyes inspecting every inch of the collection of soldiers. Gabe's ears perked at attention, listening intently on the orders being given. Before long, the General of bloodshed was circling toward the front, where those who stood as leaders posed themselves at the ready. His tall form was like an ominous shadow, a deadly carnage just waiting to be released. He was ready. He was prepared for the next fight. This is what I'm bloody here for. His heart was thundering with excitement. His body shook in anticipation of what was to begin, the very purpose of Gabe's existence in this war. Time to shoot up some ass... He hissed madly, a perked grin escalating against his face, quiet and silent along his mug.
However, all fun must have its deeply boring lectures. Gabe never got much from these little 'sessions'. It was a basic principle at this point for Gabe. Kill, kill, and kill. He understood every order given, he even, in a way, did pay attention to the instruction given, however he poorly showed it. He was not dumb, but he didn't like showing his concern on such mediocre chats. His bright blue eyes inspected the rest of the room and saw no fear shoot or straggle from their irises. Finally, some good warriors in line. He grunted. On top of his head, he was wearing a cap. With a huff, he twisted the hat back wards. Then, digging into his pouches, he removed a long cylinder cigarette. Following not long after, his famous lighter flashed at the end of the butt. Gabe placed the personal entertainment within his lips and took in a heavy breathe. Then, exhaled in his nose, allowing the smoke to dance in front of his eyes.
Smoking is so wonderful... I don't know what comes over me when I want to quit... He said to himself, taking in another enjoying breath, before releasing it again into the air.
Then, he heard the name, and it caused a quiver in his body. John Conner? His eyes squinted a little in disbelief, but he did not allow anyone in the room to notice. What a rather interesting development. The famous Resistance leader is joining this brigade...? He paused to take in the nicotine. Must be that important... Gabe had never personally met the man. Only heard his 'faith rising' voice on the radio every now and then. Gabe took no interest in such ridiculous leisure, for he was much too busy preparing for any battle ahead, just like this one.
Gabe looked at the bunch, and his hoarse exterior escaped with a harsh growl. "Like the Captain said, if any of you ass wipes wants out of this bloody gig, then curl your damn tail and head out. We have no need for cowards in this battlefield, or any. If you choose to, you better be sure that you won't let anyone around you down, because if you do... they won't be the only one sufferin' your consequence." He snarled with a vicious British tinge. General Cox was always known to give a much more gruff speech when it came to who would chicken out first. He couldn't stand cowards and didn't want anything to do with them, much less cover their ass on the battlefield, or have them cover his own.
Let's see who the real hero's are of this bunch.
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