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Schofield, Shane Michael; Aka. 'Scarecrow'
Topic Started: Oct 9 2008, 06:06 PM (73 Views)
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This is Who I am
The OOC Stuff
Name or Alias: Lexy Selvey
Age: 19
Role Playing Exp: Five years, plus my own boards.
How did you find us?: A good ol’ google search
Contact Information: reborn1000@googlemail.com

This is Who I want to be
The IC Stuff
Name: Captain Shane Michael Schofield, aka. ‘Scarecrow’
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Side: Zion
History:
Login 1
Shane had always known that the world around him was lacking something. It was that constant nagging doubt, and just like the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, it never quite dissipated. The years marched on at their relentless pace and Shane found himself an enlisted man, a part of the British Army and still doubting the world around him, reality, morality, sensation. What was it that nagged him? Still the years marched on.

Shane reached the grand ol’ age of thirty before any revelation came. It was just after the ‘classified’ absence and the constant wearing of his wrap-around sunglasses that he began to recognise a little of the feeling he was getting. It was like Déjà vu, only… again.

Three years and two tours of Afghanistan later, Shane – ‘Scarecrow’ as he was know now – received an odd message over his helmet comm’s private channel. He remembers it to this day;

Every word you hear of this useless transcript is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Do you follow… a script?

Open. Your. Eyes.


The message ended and Scarecrow’s head jerked upwards – for he had been dozing off in his digs, his eyes half closed. Before him stood a tall, thin man, dressed entirely in black. Black pants, black shirt, black tie, black sunglasses.

That day, December 12th 2005, Captain Shane M. Schofield of HRH the Queen’s Fusiliers, disappeared without a trace.

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Login 2 - Five years on
Today, Scarecrow is looking to join a ship. After suffering the loss of his Mentor and saviour from the matrix shortly after his own unplugging, Schofield has vowed to take down every agent, every sentinel and every last scrap of code he can lay into. In the five years between this unfortunate event and the present day, the man has become osessed with trying to bend the matrix to his will, though with little success. He's learnt to use it with relation to combat, but little else. The fabled 'Skyscraper Leap' still eludes him. But each day his strength grows, as does his hatred for the machines.

Personality: Scarecrow is an unusual fellow, often grim and sad, with unexpected moments of levity. He is headstrong and, even after all these years, commanded by his heart rather than his head. This character trait has gotten him into more than his fair share of trouble in the past. Scarecrow is a good leader and an honourable man, he inspires hope in those he meets and posses a strong sense of right and wrong.

Appearance: Posted Image

Scarecrow stands at 6’ exactly, with blue eyes and blonde hair.

Within the Matrix he is usually dressed in Military Uniforms of old.
Within the Real, He’s usually wearing a dirty, battered old shirt and whatever pants and boots fit.


This is Who I am
The Rest
What Does Leo Like the Sound Of? Chicken Noodle Soup
Role Play Sample: From a Resident Evil Roleplay, my sapmle for registration there;
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The first few spots of rain dropped from the heavens and plummeted into the darkness of Raccoon city, smashing down upon the ruined schoolhouse. There they formed little rivulets that ran down the uneven floor, collecting in the deeper recesses. As the larger drops began to fall, the tranquil surface of these small puddles were suddenly brought to life, dancing in an ecstasy of water and life. More rain fell now, soaking everything not under cover and creating a claustrophobic atmosphere inside the schoolhouse; seemingly isolated from everything else by a moving, liquid curtain.

A hand, small and pale in the moonlight, plunged into the largest of the puddles, greedily scooped up the clear liquid before shooting back into the blackness, to an equally pale mouth. Lyra continued in this fashion for several minutes, gulping down the water and loving the feeling of it running down her parched throat. Her hair hung in greasy strands, dirt was smeared across her face and her clothes were soaked, but she did not care; who was there to see her anyway? She splashed a little water into her face, before straightening up and retrieving her pack from the corner of the sodden room. She opened it and snatched a few empty plastic drinking bottles out, taking them over to the ever-filling puddle and scooping as much water as possible into each of them. She took a good, long swig from the last bottle, before filling it once again from the puddle.

A flash of light made her jump; Lyra stared up through the broken roof to look for the source, only to have her ears assaulted by the huge rumble of a nearby thundercloud. With a whimper, she once more retreated to the corner of the barricaded room, weeping softly and trying to ignore the gnawing hunger in her stomach…


Rather lazy I know…
Edited by Scarecrow, Oct 15 2008, 03:43 PM.
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Lee Rodey
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Okey-dokey. Had a read and everything looks good apart from one huge thing.

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"The Black Wing, and with it launched a suicide run deep into the sewers, detonating the shipboard EMP amid a Sentinel building factory. Unfortunately, though both the ship and the factory were destroyed, Scarecrow himself survived and now finds himself stuck, hoping that his Locator Beacon will attract a passing ship before something else finds him."

Three words really come to mind "Two Hopes Mate". Not trying to be aggressive or anything, but there is no way in hell that some-one who just blew up a sential base would be able to a) survive the attack b) survive the sewers without a ship/weapon after being in the middle of sential base c) would get rescued.
Point of a sucide mission is for no one to follow, and if he was rescently unplugged, no one would care about him truth be told.
I think you need to re-do that final bit and then I should be able to give it the thumbs up :)
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Yeah... I call that bit 'running out of time at work' XD

Will prolly re-do the whole thing, but thanks.
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Bump.

Howzat?
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Lee Rodey
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Much better :) I can happily approve this now
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