Post by shawnspencer on Apr 7, 2011 13:29:15 GMT -5
Your Name: Josh
How many years roleplaying?: A really gosh-darn long while.
Character Name: Shawn Spencer
Age: 34
Hometown: Santa Barbara, California
Current Location: None set. Just drifting along.
Bio: Shawn Spencer hails from a family of cops, and was fully expected to carry the torch by his father, Henry, who meticulously schooled his son from a very young age in the finer points of detective work. But while Henry made him a detective, he can't make Shawn be a detective. It soon becomes clear that Shawn's extraordinary powers of observation and deduction are still no match for his overdeveloped sense of fun, as he takes a string of random jobs strictly for enjoyment and entertains himself calling in tips to the police hotline for crimes he sees on television. And then one night, one of Shawn's tips lead police somewhere he never imagined -- back to him. It seems detectives believe information this accurate could only have come from the inside, and Shawn is the suspect. Desperate to avoid jail time, Shawn hastily explains that his insight is really second sight - he's a psychic. And though skeptical, the department is impressed and Shawn is hired on as a "psychic consultant". Immediately enlisting the assistance of his reluctant best friend, Gus, Shawn opens his own agency, Psych, taking his talent for detective work -- and fun -- in a new direction. But now, all of that has changed. Shawn is now alone, coasting the country, just trying to survive while being his silly self.
Likes: Pineapple, Jerk Chicken, being silly, himself
Dislikes: Pointy objects, rules, not having fun, being wrong.
Strengths: Hyperobservant, highly intelligent, very charismatic, physically fit, street smart (sorry, I put five)
Weaknesses: Foolhardy, arrogant, too silly for his own good on occasion, doesn't know when to quit, lacks book smarts (sorry, again, for five)
Anything Else?: Works best with others (if they can stand him).
Roleplay Sample: "Man, I can't help but feel like both Butch Cassidy *and* the Sundance Kid." Shawn was alone on a desolate stretch of road along side a forest, walking his battered motorcycle along his side to conserve fuel. The road was mysteriously lacking cars of any kind, which was unusual. Most roads were clogged with abandoned cars, the windshields or windows smeared with now coagulated blood. But Shawn didn't even know what coagulated was, that was Gus' field of expertise. This adventure, though, Shawn would have to go alone. Santa Barbara was overrun, and Shawn was the only one who got out in time. It was a burden bu--
Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn noticed a slight movement. Most people wouldn't have noticed it, due to how minute the move was. Shawn was better than that. Quickly, he booted up his motorcycle and sped off as numerous walkers emerged from the from the tree line, groaning. As Shawn put on his helmet, taking his sweet time of course, he looked over to the zombies and grinned. "Hey, who was president when you were alive?" He waited for an answer he knew would never come before he sped off up the road.
How many years roleplaying?: A really gosh-darn long while.
Character Name: Shawn Spencer
Age: 34
Hometown: Santa Barbara, California
Current Location: None set. Just drifting along.
Bio: Shawn Spencer hails from a family of cops, and was fully expected to carry the torch by his father, Henry, who meticulously schooled his son from a very young age in the finer points of detective work. But while Henry made him a detective, he can't make Shawn be a detective. It soon becomes clear that Shawn's extraordinary powers of observation and deduction are still no match for his overdeveloped sense of fun, as he takes a string of random jobs strictly for enjoyment and entertains himself calling in tips to the police hotline for crimes he sees on television. And then one night, one of Shawn's tips lead police somewhere he never imagined -- back to him. It seems detectives believe information this accurate could only have come from the inside, and Shawn is the suspect. Desperate to avoid jail time, Shawn hastily explains that his insight is really second sight - he's a psychic. And though skeptical, the department is impressed and Shawn is hired on as a "psychic consultant". Immediately enlisting the assistance of his reluctant best friend, Gus, Shawn opens his own agency, Psych, taking his talent for detective work -- and fun -- in a new direction. But now, all of that has changed. Shawn is now alone, coasting the country, just trying to survive while being his silly self.
Likes: Pineapple, Jerk Chicken, being silly, himself
Dislikes: Pointy objects, rules, not having fun, being wrong.
Strengths: Hyperobservant, highly intelligent, very charismatic, physically fit, street smart (sorry, I put five)
Weaknesses: Foolhardy, arrogant, too silly for his own good on occasion, doesn't know when to quit, lacks book smarts (sorry, again, for five)
Anything Else?: Works best with others (if they can stand him).
Roleplay Sample: "Man, I can't help but feel like both Butch Cassidy *and* the Sundance Kid." Shawn was alone on a desolate stretch of road along side a forest, walking his battered motorcycle along his side to conserve fuel. The road was mysteriously lacking cars of any kind, which was unusual. Most roads were clogged with abandoned cars, the windshields or windows smeared with now coagulated blood. But Shawn didn't even know what coagulated was, that was Gus' field of expertise. This adventure, though, Shawn would have to go alone. Santa Barbara was overrun, and Shawn was the only one who got out in time. It was a burden bu--
Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn noticed a slight movement. Most people wouldn't have noticed it, due to how minute the move was. Shawn was better than that. Quickly, he booted up his motorcycle and sped off as numerous walkers emerged from the from the tree line, groaning. As Shawn put on his helmet, taking his sweet time of course, he looked over to the zombies and grinned. "Hey, who was president when you were alive?" He waited for an answer he knew would never come before he sped off up the road.
