Post by Hachi on Aug 26, 2013 12:05:04 GMT -5
Hughes, Jonathan 'Huey'
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NAME: Helmsman Jonathan 'Huey' Hughes
GENDER: Male
AGE: Thirty-Six
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: New Hope Colony
AFFILIATION/JOB: Pilot
APPEARANCE:Five foot and nine inches. One hundred and forty pounds. Body toned and well muscled. Features are angular and almost aristocratic. Has a shock of feathered black hair which is usually slicked back with gel to keep the bangs out of his eyes when flying, can be slightly spiked when left unattended. Has clear hazel eyes that can appear rather dark. (This is in note form, will re-write soon.)
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PERSONALITY:
Charismatic In Every Sense: Huey practically oozes charm and is not afraid to use this fact to his advantage. He takes great enjoyment in finding the good in the people around him but is not above flustering them for his own entertainment. He has a great precision with his words and a keen understanding of what people like to hear, making him likable as a complete stranger but mildly irritating as anything else. There is always a lazy grin fixed on his features, inviting and warm but always with a tilt of suggestion. Huey likes to socialise and loves to love, bold with his affections and greedy with physical contact.
Level-Headed: Despite his lazy outlook and easy charm, Huey is a very clear thinker. He remains calm and collected under any duress, known to be incredibly difficult to fluster. Nothing much bothers Huey and his lazy grin remains in place no matter the situation. He often becomes eerily silent when the situation calls for it, barely speaking more than one word responses if forced.
Blunt Humor: Never one to tamper his words, Huey censors nothing his brain comes up with. His humor is teasing and often considered rough or sharp but he never means to hurt. Just as he can know exactly what a person wants to hear, he also knows exactly what a person doesn't want to hear. He speaks sarcasm fluently and his charming tones and easy grins make it all the harder to figure out if he is in fact joking or being completely serious.
Laid Back Approach: Huey doesn't believe in getting worked up over anything really and this can sometimes make him seem aloof and indifferent to others feelings. His sharp eyes are often half-lidded with the complete ease in which he wanders through life. Drama interests Huey little, unless he is the one causing it, and he can often be seen chuckling on the edge of heated debates.
Forever Mischievous: Irritating others will always be Hueys' favorite way to pass time. He presses every button and tests every boundary to see how much he will get away with, how far he can push someone. When in conversation he will often ask strange or uncomfortable questions, just to watch others squirm. If others are occupied he will antagonize them from afar through physical means, he has been known to swerve his ship just to get others to stumble over, and by being generally as distracting as possible. He may enjoy charming strangers but he lives to infuriate and induce rage in those he is acquainted with.
Fierce With Loyalty: People mean a lot to Huey but though he is quick with his passion he is slow to love. This can make him somewhat shallow, having big emotions rather than deep ones. When he does care deeply enough for someone he will gladly do everything in his power to aid that person. He is protective, if not somewhat possessive, of his loved ones and wont stand for any slight against them. He wields his words like sharpened swords, firm in the belief that speech cuts deeper than any other wound. He is not afraid to physically fight for his friends either.
Adrenalin Junkie: Huey lives for excitement. While his easy nature would suggest otherwise, Huey will easily become bored with a lack of action. He is drawn to the high of danger and mystery, wanting to be among the shoot outs and battles his crew-mates find themselves in. He never feels more alive than when his life is at stake and will become slightly twitchy after long periods of relaxation. Drawn to danger like a moth to a flame, Huey can't live a peaceful live without violence.
Living In Perpetual Amusement: All in all, Huey finds reason to laugh with ease. He rarely lets himself get affected by others and gets through the day by laughing at it. He is content where ever he may be and whoever he may be with, constantly trying to bring humor to the table. He wouldn't consider himself an optimist, rather someone who wants to help everyone else chill out and understand the joke already.
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HISTORY:
Childhood: Huey was born into the New Hope Colony, one of Earths' first space civilisations. It was loaded with people from every remaining culture, no matter their financial standing, and sent careening on its' journey to see if humans could really exist without Earths' safe atmosphere.
The people aboard, however, did have one thing in common. They were all scared. They were terrified of the Earths' collapse, of the wars that still raged and the toxins that clogged the airs and rotted the planet. The one thing they were most afraid of was the Aliens. They fled Earth to keep the human race pure, intact and as far away from the new species revealing themselves around them.
Huey never really cared about all that. He was a kid and wanted to be a kid. At first the other children of New Hope didn't care much for him and his teasing jokes and stupid tales. Huey was indifferent to the dislike however and continued to grin and laugh cheerfully, all but forcing the other kids to like him. Quite quickly, he drew together a band of mischievous upstarts just like himself and together they wrecked havoc for everyone across the vast Colony.
They explored the entire ship, not caring for warnings to stay out of certain rooms or away from exposed wires and machinery. They tricked others, pulling pranks and howling with gleeful laughter when they succeeded in their plans. They defended their own against adults and older kids that took their jokes the wrong way and sought to punish them. If one got caught, they all got caught and it was common knowledge that even the hardest of adults couldn't resist Hueys' wide, innocent expression that betrayed nothing.
His parents were both exasperated and fond but encouraged his play regardless. His mother always pushed him to go out and interact with others instead of laying around inside where he could hear the News broadcasts, edited by the crew so the passengers only heard what they wanted to hear. And to keep the fear of unknown Alien beings ripe.
Despite all Hueys' messing around, he was actually sharply intelligent. Words danced on his tongue with ease, numbers always within his reach. He had a talent for languages and showed promise at reaching whatever goal was put in front of him.
None of that mattered to Huey though, Huey just wanted to fly. He could watch the great abyss of Space roll by the huge windows for hours, dreaming of being out there and soaring amongest the shimmering stars.
Adulthood: -
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RP EXAMPLE:
[From another site involving supernatural creatures. shortsoshort]
Kerrie wasn’t sure if he should feel disgusted or not that he felt right at home amongst these assholes. They were dark and lecherous, scum of scum in the worlds eyes. Rapers and murders, brass-balled kids and perverted old men looking for something they would never find.
But damn did they have some good stories.
The portly gent with the bald spot that was leading the argument about alcohol prices, he was actually a Gargoyle. Not very hard to notice, true, but his words were as rough as the stone he was destined to become. His wife had up and left him years ago, taking their four kids and never looking back. The Gargoyle, grizzled and wheezing with organs that were slowly pulverising into nothing, was only just realising that while he had been bitter about his wife finding love elsewhere, he had drunk life away and was yet to be loved himself. So he came here and battled with the best of them, a keen intelligence built up from years on this dirtball.
The youngest lad, shouting with passion and weaving twisted words like a poet, was a newly reborn Phoenix. He was full of fire and spoke beautifully but smoked like a demon. He dabbled in the drugs, pulling away from that ‘calm and loving’ nature Phoenix’s were famed for. His eyes would sometimes become hooded and he’d gasp that he’d been here too fucking long, seen too much. Kerrie could understand, his life was to die and be reborn constantly. No wonder the kid was broken.
Kerrie grinned and rose up to join a drunken chorus of singing, cheerfully leading the slurred lyrics and drowning out the debaters, who glared at them with varying levels of loathing and poorly concealed amusement.
‘We’re drinking to life!
We’re drinking to death!
We’re drinking ‘till none of our lives are left!
We’re bending our way down to the spirit store!
We’ll drink ‘till we just can’t drink anymore!
Raise your glass,
And drink the cellar dry!’
Kerrie broke into a fit of barking laughter, draining the last of his lagger. The Wolf was snarling it’s misery, clawing sluggishly at the walls that held it. The rest of the singing slowly faded into a jumbled mass of words and laughter, all raising now empty glasses to an exhausted looking bartender.
“All hail to the Ale!”
Kerrie shouts out to a chorus of ‘Hear, hears!’ before he staggers away from the drunken choir. Still laughing, he retreats to a darker corner of the bar, swinging his bag around so he could dig out his sketchpad.
A new night, the same scene. Music was pounding, lights were glaring and the stench of blood, alcohol and second-hand smoke was heavy in the air. The Full Moon had been three days previous and the skies were clear with crisp winds outside this seedy place. His body ached all over, bones still creaking and muscles still rebuilding but drink helped.
Still humming to himself, Kerrie flips to a new page, twitching hands already setting about sketching across the page. He was trying to capture the mottled skin of the Gargoyle, the heavy brows and flat nose that had been broken more than once. Kerrie very much needed a lot of loudness followed by a nice span of quiet to himself, the Wolf got agitated if either time stretched on too long.
As he glanced up from his sketch to gaze around the heaving room, his eyes caught on something unusual. Black wings, sleek as a ravens. His pale gaze trailed over the gent, capturing the closed off posture, stiff back and wings that shivered with agitation despite him pulling them back. That was new. He’d seen horns, tails and even fins, never wings. Well, apart from the Gargoyles useless stumps that were never developed for flight.
The Wolf growled, having no interest in this area or its’ inhabitants. It wanted control, wanted out. Kerrie stretched out his legs, feeling the satisfying scream of pain from his mangled limb that solidified his control over the best. Tonight was his night, not the Wolfs.
He sprawled easily over the bar, glancing around every now and then to check his surroundings and the state of those around him, should he need to get involved in any other excitement.
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