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| Topic Started: Feb 17 2009, 09:25 AM (119 Views) | |
| lifeofalimabean | Feb 17 2009, 09:25 AM Post #1 |
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FIRST NAME: Virgil ~Middle Name: Obidiah ~Nickname/Alias: 'Virgil', 'you there,' or 'Sir' 'drunkard' (Yes, it's a fascinating juxtaposition.) LAST NAME: Wolfe ~Prefix: Mr. ~Suffix: (Blank until I figure out what exactly it should be for a teacher. Excuse my ineptness.) GENDER: Male AGE: 27 APPEARANCE: Virgil is not impressive to look at, he is scrawny, his hair can't decide if it's grey or brown, and he possesses terrible posture. He dresses himself as well as he can afford to out of some instinct beaten into him by his teachers, but these days, that is not very well. He keeps his thick hair long and pulled back, and he usually is scowling, from a hangover or just from being himself. He does have fair skin, having been raised in a middle class family and never having had to work in an excessively dirty or sunny environment. Lately however, it's become lined, making him look older than he is, and beaten down by life. ~Height: Average, they say, although he finds himself looking at a lot of noses. ~Build: Underweight. In fact, if he got skinnier, people would probably start checking to make sure it wasn't a skeleton they were talking with. ~Skin Tone: Fairly light, no freckles, easily bruised. ~Hair Colour: Dingy brown. ~Eye Colour: Light grey and quite striking, actually, they may be the one feature he has in common with his lovely sister. ~Accent/Phonetics: Imagine Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh, but with a rasp from too much liquor. Okay, that's a lie, but Virgil tends to sound rather melancholy. And he does have a raspy voice, not that he's taken the hint and stopped abusing his throat. HISTORY: Born to parents of the upper middle class, Virgil was taught to read and write quite early, not only because he was expected to manage his father's store, but his parents wanted to be able to say their son was literate. He quickly became an avid reader of non-fiction, something his father finally began to discourage when he was about ten, and began working in the shop. His little sister Rachel was born shortly after, and for a while, the family couldn't be happier, it seemed. Soon, however, it became clear that their son was talking less and less. He was tired in the shop, and eating less at home. When he finally did talk, he would ask strange questions, usually from his philosophy texts, some of which bordered on sacrelige. His father dealt with it by taking away the philosophy texts and making him go to bed earlier. Eventually, all of his books were taken away. By the time Virgil was seventeen, however, it was clear the shop would do poorly in his hands. He spent his days working without speaking, then went to his room and slept. He was beginning to look so underweight that friends of the family were making concerned inquiries. Mr. Wolfe was angry. Virgil never seemed to notice. His dad insisted he get a job, and it would cure him of this nonsense. (His mom was in favor of an excorcism.) By age eighteen, he had both secured a job teaching upper-class schoolchildren, and started seriously abusing liquor. For a while, after he discovered that he genuinely like teaching, the depression abated, and almost three years went by as he slowly began to regain motivation and love of life. His sister turned ten, his parents stopped worrying about their son and resigned themselves to letting their future son-in-law run their shop. Everything was going fine until he was fired for drunkeness. He was able to get a new job, but no upper class school would hire him- in fact, he found, very few well paying jobs were willing to hire him. His vice had single-handly undone the good thing he had managed to acheive. He's on his third teaching job- he lost his last job due to not showing up for a week. While he's argueably healthier than he had been as a young adult, it's because he's usually working, or too drunk to be depressed. ~Family Member(s): His mother and his father. He does have a sister named Rachel, who is a 'housewife' and rather more cheerful than him. She visits when she thinks he needs cheering up, but they barely get along. PERSONALITY: Quite banal to know, actually. Despite being intellectual and well-educated, as well as not ill-born, he chooses to spend his spare time drunk, and his sober time in despair. Sober, he has quite a sharp mind, and is an avid appreciater of philosophy and theatre (the latter when he has the money, though his sister is not averse to cleaning him up and taking him.) He also has a generous heart, and will gladly share what he has with anyone who asks, to the point where he is not hard to take advantage of. However, this is counterbalanced by a spiel of cynicism that falls out to whomever is unlucky enough to ask his opinion, and a lack of motivation to participate in society, friendships, or life in general. Not that he is without friends. He gravitates to people who are similarly cynical, and softens towards those who go out of their way to continue speaking to him. He remains unremittingly depressing to know; a lazy drunk who has no desire to become productive; with no belief in the basic deceny (or basic /anything/) of mankind, but is as generous with his time as he is with his possesions, and is certainly easygoing company. All of this, unfortunately, is providing someone sticks around long enough to warm up to him, or vice versa. When he first meets a person, he tends to be simply vitrolic or sarcastic. The few friends he has are saints. Some types of people he definitely doesn't mix well with are the upper class, and those who fancy themselves proper, social climbers. The decent ones tend to be generous and chalk his faults up to 'bad blood'; others are outright contemptous at the way he has let himself slide steadily down from the decent upbringing his parents gave him. On the job, the cynicsm disappears, and he is entirely business. He can be as stern as any Victorian teacher, but he takes great pleasure in teaching, and actually quite likes children. ~Quirks: Unmotivated and critical, Virgil spends his spare time drinking. He is an alcoholic, if you'd find someone who could diagnose it; he uses it to self-medicate his brand of depression. And he is depressed; it happened gradually, but at this point he feels like he woke up one day and saw that everyone was participating in a ridiculous charade and that charade was the entire world. And it had no purpose, and it had no reason, and the only reason that anyone ever participated, was because if they stopped... if they stopped... they'd have to admit there was nothing else. Nothing but a bunch of scared animals playing dress-up in the dark, trying on religion, and society, and progress, before they died, and it all fell, meaningless, to the ground. He's tried not to think like that, it just keeps coming back. It probably counts as a quirk. It tends to prevent him from making friends, stopping drinking, getting out of the house, or being easy to associate with in general. ~Sexual Orientation: Rather bisexual, probably on the gay side, but in the closet about it. Deep in the closet. ~Other: He has a job teaching Working School, which basically means he's a schoolteacher to poor children. He has no motivation to get a better job, but in this case because he actually feels like he's making a difference when he's teaching. Most people assume (and it's not an unjustified assumtion) that it's a simple symptom of his apparent melancholy and bitter laziness. SECRET WORD: rara avis (rare bird? really?) FORMAT EXTRAS! LIKES: Philosophy, non-fiction literature, teaching, wine, theatre, children (in small doses). DISLIKES: Modern technology; finds it filthy, dangerous, and overall a hideous lump on the clean face of the earth. Also dislikes scientists and doctors. Particularly doctors. Has never been too fond of priests, for that matter, either. Or just, authority in general. ABILITIES: Can read, spell, do maths, and teach all these things, as well as clean a shop from top to bottom and sort merchandise all day without tiring. Can drink three and a half bottles of vodka and remain upright, prefers cheap wine. Can act remarkably sober on that first bottle. Can keep great rhythm, for whatever reason. Has great taste in women's clothes, thanks to his sister. Also has excellent taste in several kinds of performing arts, if a limited repetoire of knowledge. Keen analytical mind, when sober. INABILITIES: Relating in productive ways to other human beings tops the list. Seeing the bright side of the situation is another thing he could work on. Drinking four bottles of vodka and remaining upright. (Here. Is. That. It sucks. Like. Things that suck. Um. And. I don't really know where I'm going with this character askdjflaka ><;;;; SORRY. Weird, clincally depressed character and post that's probably in the wrong place and I feel all awkward so I must apologize now!) |
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| Alandree | Feb 17 2009, 03:52 PM Post #2 |
 
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Oh nonsense, he's lovely. And it is in the right place. If you're not sure where you're going with him, that's quite all right. You can amend the profile after you start roleplaying if you like, or at anytime really, after getting a better feel for him, perhaps. I think he'll fit quite nicely into our world. Oh and welcome to OM! :D ACCEPTED! EDIT: MARIAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Edited by Alandree, Feb 17 2009, 04:50 PM.
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