Post by rory on Dec 13, 2010 0:33:56 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Chelsea (you’d know me as Morgan, you’ll now know me as Rory)
How many years roleplaying?: 8
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name:Rory McKenna
Age:34
Hometown:Old Brownsboro Place, Kentucky
Current Location:wherever Finny is (currently Texas)
Bio:
“All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home"
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home"
Rory was born a normal child. He started walking at an early age; he was running by the time he was eighteen months old. His parents couldn’t catch him. He was talking by the time he was running, and he proved that he was smart.
There was nothing to indicate that the year after his younger brother Finnegan was born, he would stop talking nearly altogether. By the time he was three, the only words that Rory would speak were to Finny and, if the occasion struck, his parents. It was only to his brother that he would express what he was actually thinking. He’d sit by the one year olds crib and tell him all the things he would tell nobody else.
Rory was what psychologists would call selectively mute. He didn’t talk in class, making him the joke of his classmates. Rory didn’t speak, and he didn’t stick up for himself physically, either. It was almost too easy. He was smart, and he was punctual. He was at class on time, his papers were handed in, and he made straight A’s. He was a normal child in all respects except that he spoke to nobody outside of his family.
Contrary to what most people thought, it was never a call for attention. Rory never really knew why he didn’t speak to others. It was just something that he did. He knows why he always speaks to Finny, and it’s because his brother listens. Not the kind of listening where people pretend to listen. He really listens, even if he’s pretending he’s not. Rory prefers someone pretending they’re not listening than someone who’s pretending that they are.
He enjoyed their vacations to Ireland, though his extended family was not part of the small group of people he spoke to. He would sit outside for hours and watch the world go by, often drawing the landscape before him. He never drew anything else but the cottage that his brother now owns. He never took to the flying that his grandfather taught his brother. Most of the time, he simply enjoyed the serenity of the area, allowed himself to get lost for a few hours without anybody pestering him.
The day that they found his grandparents murdered was also the day that he stopped drawing all together. He couldn’t stand to immortalize a cottage when he couldn’t do the same to his grandparents.
Rory is generally an optimistic person, but the optimism is limited – especially these days. The optimism he has is best viewed as optimistic when put side to side with his brother. He doesn’t see other people as undeserving as Finny does. It takes him a long time to actually care about another person, but this isn’t because he doesn’t get to know anybody – it’s just that he does it silently. If you watch Rory while Finny is having a conversation with somebody, you’ll undoubtedly notice that he’s adding his opinion to the conversation with the expressions he’s making.
Though Finny is the only person he’ll speak his mind to, he often doesn’t have to speak at all. Through the years of not speaking when other people are around, he’s developed quite the ability to hold entire silent conversations with his brother.
He likes that Finny is protective of him, and he’s not ashamed of it. It is what it is.
Likes: his brother’s protectiveness; the countryside; quiet; jello; the fall; Beethoven
Dislikes: cats (they stare at you; it’s creepy), speaking, drawing (not anymore), people who won’t shut up even though he’s glaring at them
Strengths: can handle a gun; excellent facial expressions; loyal; excellent memory; brilliant
Weaknesses: doesn’t speak to anyone outside of his family (IE; Finny), doesn’t stand up for himself; refuses to NOT look before he leaps; can’t stand corpses
Anything Else? What Finny said. Nothing says holiday cheer like some dinosaurs, some Jason Flemyng, and now you can add a room full of zombies to that list. Is it on Netflix? No? Yes? We’ll find it.
Roleplay Sample:
Peter Burke was absolutely positive that this was going to be one of those days he would regret.
How Neal Caffrey hadn’t shown up on his doorstep yet with several angry remarks, Peter wasn’t sure. He was thankful for it, though – the longer he could hold off the inevitable would be better. No, Neal wasn’t going to be happy about working with another CI for this case, but not only was there nothing Peter could do about it, but she was good. And her area of specialty – Egyptian artifacts – was what they needed on this case.
Whether Neal liked it or not.
It wasn’t that Peter didn’t want him to know – Peter himself had only learned that morning – but any of Neal’s disastrous plans were what Peter was trying to avoid in holding it off as long as he could. Temperance, the informant on loan, had been told exactly who she was going to work with. No matter what Peter did, there was going to be a good amount of antics going on in the White Collar division today.
At least they both had their own GPS systems. There wasn’t going to be any escaping informants today, not on his watch. He trusted Neal by now – he trusted him not to run in most situations – but throwing another person into their admittedly working duo was like throwing a hive of yellow jackets into a class of preschoolers. It was cruel and unusual punishment, not only for the preschoolers (ie; Caffrey), but for the teacher as well.
But their duo, on normal days – it was working. And Peter wasn’t about to admit but hell, he liked having Caffrey around. He certainly made the days more interesting but – it was more than that. He added something to their group that they’d been missing without knowing they were missing it. Yes, it was like having a five year old to watch but Neal was also a five year old that watched Peter’s back, too.
And he appreciated it.
Things were rough for the conman right now. First there’d been Kate – and now Mozzie, the last person Peter would have expected to come out of this with a bullet wound. And he was coming out of this, but it had shaken an already shook up Neal. That was something that Peter didn’t want to see ever again. Kate had been bad enough, why did he have to almost lose his friend as well?
A protective urge – nearly fatherly – was growing in him.
Which was why he regretted having to throw another wrench into Neal’s day, but it hadn’t been his decision.
He got there early, because Peter was nothing if not prepared for every ridiculous situation that someone could possibly throw at him. And when he was there, he sat – Temperance’s file close by – and waited.
How Neal Caffrey hadn’t shown up on his doorstep yet with several angry remarks, Peter wasn’t sure. He was thankful for it, though – the longer he could hold off the inevitable would be better. No, Neal wasn’t going to be happy about working with another CI for this case, but not only was there nothing Peter could do about it, but she was good. And her area of specialty – Egyptian artifacts – was what they needed on this case.
Whether Neal liked it or not.
It wasn’t that Peter didn’t want him to know – Peter himself had only learned that morning – but any of Neal’s disastrous plans were what Peter was trying to avoid in holding it off as long as he could. Temperance, the informant on loan, had been told exactly who she was going to work with. No matter what Peter did, there was going to be a good amount of antics going on in the White Collar division today.
At least they both had their own GPS systems. There wasn’t going to be any escaping informants today, not on his watch. He trusted Neal by now – he trusted him not to run in most situations – but throwing another person into their admittedly working duo was like throwing a hive of yellow jackets into a class of preschoolers. It was cruel and unusual punishment, not only for the preschoolers (ie; Caffrey), but for the teacher as well.
But their duo, on normal days – it was working. And Peter wasn’t about to admit but hell, he liked having Caffrey around. He certainly made the days more interesting but – it was more than that. He added something to their group that they’d been missing without knowing they were missing it. Yes, it was like having a five year old to watch but Neal was also a five year old that watched Peter’s back, too.
And he appreciated it.
Things were rough for the conman right now. First there’d been Kate – and now Mozzie, the last person Peter would have expected to come out of this with a bullet wound. And he was coming out of this, but it had shaken an already shook up Neal. That was something that Peter didn’t want to see ever again. Kate had been bad enough, why did he have to almost lose his friend as well?
A protective urge – nearly fatherly – was growing in him.
Which was why he regretted having to throw another wrench into Neal’s day, but it hadn’t been his decision.
He got there early, because Peter was nothing if not prepared for every ridiculous situation that someone could possibly throw at him. And when he was there, he sat – Temperance’s file close by – and waited.
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