Post by Lawrence on Nov 8, 2009 5:43:37 GMT
Name: William Wade
Nickname(s):Lawrence, Shortened to “Law”.
Age: 35
Birth Date: November 5th, 1974.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Being?: Human.
Occupation: Ex-farmer, Hunter.
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Dirty blond
Build:Athletic
Height:6' 1½"
Weight:180 pounds
Anything else?: A couple of tattoos, tribal symbols on his arm.
Play By: Josh Holloway
Likes:
- A good meal (consisting on a steak and beer).
- Hunting .
- Country/Rock music.
- Trucks.
- Sarcasm
Dislikes:
- Supernatural stuff.
- Reading boring stuff.
- People in general actually.
- Soap operas.
- Vegetarians.
- His old name.
Fears:
- The unknown, though his fear is represented with anger.
- Getting close to people and getting them killed.
Personality: Law's life hasn't been particularily easy and that reflects a lot in his personality. He pushes people away, though he still tries to bond with people some times. He despises everything that is different to him and things that he sees as strange. He has began to hide behind a shell of sarcasm, name calling and insults to protect himself from being vulnerable.
He generally likes to make a lot of pranks but he's one of those people that doesn't know how to take a joke. His personality can be very blunt even when he's not actually trying to be blunt, which most of the times makes people think he's an asshole, though he kinda is a long part of the time.
However if he lets someone in, he'll open up a little and not be as assholeish. Also, whenever he doesn't know something he'll simply curse his way out of a conversation. He's highly competitive and takes every opportunity to make something a contest and if he wins brags about it like crazy. He also has oddly enough a contrastingly charming personality, and even though he can be an absolute dickhead to people, they sometimes don't find themselves hating him.
Hometown: Lawrence, Kansas.
Mother: Anne Wade, Farmer.
Father: Wilson Wade, Farmer.
Siblings: None.
Anyone else: His wife was called Elizabeth.
History: The person named William Wade was born in Lawrence, Kansas in 1974. His parents were farmers and were actually quite good people, the type of people that would help out a stranger in need and go out of their way to greet the neighbors. Young William was raised in this scene, he grew and lived all his life in Lawrence, going to the local school and helping out at the farm at night.
When he turned 13 he fell in love with Elizabeth Hopkins, a girl in his class, and even though not the smartest kid, nor the most good looking one, he was able to charm her and date her through out his high school. William didn't have nor the motivation nor the money to go to College, fortunately Isabelle stayed at the local Lawrence College so the two of them could date through out her major, which was in Sociology.
Before she graduated they got married and William himself with his dad's help built another house in the family farm for the both of them. It wasn't the most luxurious place ever but both of them loved it and were happy the time they lived there. William worked at the farm, and even though he didn't have the most lovable personality then, he was pretty normal.
The year he was thirty, he found out that Isabelle was pregnant, and decided to build a cradle for their kid. He was in the barn using the tools when he heard a scream. He came running into the house, his saw still on hand and didn't find anything. It was as quiet as a funeral, then a second scream came, he knew it was from his parents house. The lights were all off and it was dusk. Not having dropped the saw he cleared out the first floor before getting to the second floor. A trail of blood was coming from his parents room.
He opened the door and found his wife ripping his father apart, his mother having being already killed before he arrived there. His father was still barely conscious and simply said “She's not your wife son” he said before his wife broke his neck. Paralyzed by fear William didn't know what to do, his wife was now aware he was there and turned to him, her body and clothes filled with blood and her eyes completely white.
She jumped at him and pushed him, his back hitting the wall and making a hole on it. He tried reasoning with her but it appeared that she was not herself, there was something more inside her body. She jumped at him and pinned him to the ground, she started scratching him and beating him with supernatural strength until in self defense and before being beaten to a pulp he used the saw that was still on his hand to decapitate her.
Being traumatized and not leaving the house for three days, his anger finally beat his sadness and he burnt both houses to the ground before grabbing his truck and getting out of Lawrence for ever. He lost the name and simply had himself called Lawrence.
As Lawrence he began a prolific career going from town to town and killing supernatural beings. He didn't like to read, though he had picked up tips from others like him and got better really fast. Now it's been five years since he begun his life as Lawrence and his thirst for revenge hasn't diminished even a little.
Roleplay Sample:
Lawrence got to the next town on his list, Huntsville, Alabama. It seemed that something was killing people there, and it wasn't being subtle. A ghost it seemed, more like a poltergeist, there seemed to be traces of telekinesis, not that Law was an expert on forensics, but this kind of stuff simply showed at first sight if you had done this for a while.
Drinking a beer with one hand and with his shotgun in the other hand, he entered the place where the poltergeist was last seen. From what he had heard these freaks didn't like to move so probably there was something going from each murder scene to the next that set it off. After he finished his beer, he dropped the can on the living room and started looking around, the can started to move and then from the floor it shot directly at Lawrence's face.
“Son of a bitch” he said as he dodged it and other objects, definitely larger and more dangerous started attacking him. He knew he had to find whatever object it was and destroy it, burn it down.
He started shooting the flying stuff and dodging the others that he couldn't shoot, taking a few blows that would surely bruise him. Then he noticed that every object being shot was around a table but that the table itself wasn't moving, in fact it was the only thing not moving.
Shooting the rest of the furniture and decorations, including a couch and some chairs, he took some gasoline out of his jacket and then getting it all over the table he simply shot it. The item burning down as the rest of the house began to calm down.
“Ain't nothing like deep fried motherfucking ghosts” said Lawrence as he took another beer from out of his pocket and opened it. Leaving the house and getting into his truck before the police arrived asking questions.
Drinking a beer with one hand and with his shotgun in the other hand, he entered the place where the poltergeist was last seen. From what he had heard these freaks didn't like to move so probably there was something going from each murder scene to the next that set it off. After he finished his beer, he dropped the can on the living room and started looking around, the can started to move and then from the floor it shot directly at Lawrence's face.
“Son of a bitch” he said as he dodged it and other objects, definitely larger and more dangerous started attacking him. He knew he had to find whatever object it was and destroy it, burn it down.
He started shooting the flying stuff and dodging the others that he couldn't shoot, taking a few blows that would surely bruise him. Then he noticed that every object being shot was around a table but that the table itself wasn't moving, in fact it was the only thing not moving.
Shooting the rest of the furniture and decorations, including a couch and some chairs, he took some gasoline out of his jacket and then getting it all over the table he simply shot it. The item burning down as the rest of the house began to calm down.
“Ain't nothing like deep fried motherfucking ghosts” said Lawrence as he took another beer from out of his pocket and opened it. Leaving the house and getting into his truck before the police arrived asking questions.
Name/Alias: Snow
Age: 20
Roleplay Experience: 2 years. Mod in Eclipse RPG.
Where did you find us?: A friend was kind enough to link me.
Do you have any other characters?:Nope.
Anything Else?: Hello!.
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