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Name: Albus Lethaine
Nickname(s): Al
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Himself (for now)
Current location: Los Angeles, The Advanced Continent
Occupation: Thief/Assassin
Appearance
Playby: (To be added later)
Height: 5'9"
Build: Thin
Hair: Chestnut
Eyes: Light Green
Clothing preference: Loose street clothes with a light trenchcoat, where he normally hides firearms.
Misc.: Is usually semi scruffy, but can't grow a full beard.
Personality: Initially a hot-headed rebel, Albus is now a man with many personal convictions. Many years of thievery have taught him not to lose his cool even during extremely stressful situations. He is well aware of his own mortality, and realizes that one bullet to the chest or one wrong step could mean the end of his career, or life. As such he is a self-preservationist, even though guilt often nips at his heels.
Ambitions: Plans to find a way to settle down, and put his life of crime behind him; however, he feels that fate has other plans for him.
Fears: Albus fears his own death, and often contemplates this with thoughts of people he has killed in the past. Perhaps more so he fears immense pain and suffering, and often has compassion in situations where other criminals no longer care.
Habits: Has a tendency to pull at his hair when he's stressed or angry, rather than express either emotion verbally. He also has a weakness for asian food.
Religious beliefs: Agnostic (for now)
Abilities/Skills: Is slippery for a human; can untie knots, slip out of handcuffs, pick locks and pockets, and knows how to slip by most modern security (including escaping from the police). He's also an excellent shot with firearms.
Weaknesses: Aside from human weaknesses, Albus is poor in hand-to-hand combat, due to being physically weak and lacking proper training in it. He is occasionally greedy, and his newfound compassion also sometimes works against him.
Equipment: Albus wields a FAMAS carbine (picture:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC2rw6NHywA/TQkulIxFILI/AAAAAAAAABg/WDka1-kJ3dE/s320/famas.jpg) that he hides alongside a short-barreled pistol inside his trenchcoat pocket. He carries one magazine of silver ammunition for each weapon, due to a recent run-in with a vampire (who, as far as he knows, is now dead). He also carries a cell phone and a multitool.
Family: His mother was a prostitute, but his father was the owner of a small business. He has no real siblings.
Important relationships: His "mentor," a man who refers to himself only as the Corner Rat.
Education: Finished high school.
History: Albus began thieving around age 9, stealing from small grocery stores and the like while his father would shop. He began pickpocketing in middle school, the oblivious 7th and 8th grade students easy targets for his nimble fingers. When Albus graduated high school, he began working for gangs and other criminals stealing things. Albus was quite pleased with the revenue this lifestyle procured; however, at age 19 he went along with a gang to do a shooting. It was there he killed someone for the first time; this began his slow moral transformation. At age 20, he was beaten by a rival thief to steal a necklace from a museum; Albus took on a mentor, a mysterious figure by the name of Corner Rat, who revealed that the thief in question was a vampire.
Once this sunk in, Corner Rat gave Albus his FAMAS rifle and taught him about using silver ammunition. With a cross and stake in tow, Albus tracked down the vampire and in a desperate fight managed to kill him. He decapitated him after staking him in the heart, an act that thoroughly disgusted him. Assuming he died, Albus left and began freelancing once more. He was never the same after that vampire, however.
Other characters: N/A
Contact information: PM or Email, Skype works as well, but ask in PM
RP Sample: This was supposed to be a standard break-in. A single man lived here, a businessman, hopefully with a good amount of cash and other valuables in the house. Albus hoped this would be the only break-in he'd need to do this week. The lock in the back of the house had been easy to pick, and there was no security system as far as he could tell.
A light came on. Specifically, the kitchen light. How Albus had failed to hear what was occurring was beyond him. The man stood, making out with a skimpily dressed woman.. Well, until he noticed Albus. The two broke, but Albus stood and drew his pistol.
"Don't move," Albus said. "Don't fucking move. Stay against the oven." Albus turned and noticed a gun near him on the kitchen counter.
Oh, you stupid fuck.
"Stay away from it," Albus said again, nodding and readjusting his own gun.
The man didn't listen. He made a break for the pistol on the counter. Albus fired instinctively, pumping two rounds into the man's chest, causing him to fall to the floor. Albus then pointed his gun at the woman.
"I can't afford a witness." Albus fired one round into the woman's head, then concealed his weapon and hurried out of the house. He made a break back for the safety of the urban jungle. He shook his head multiple times.
Dammit. Dammit...
He was getting sloppy. It was the first time he had ever killed someone during a burglary; he had been caught in the act before, of course, but he always ran. Albus fought back tears as he slunk around street corners in search of a temporary refuge. He hated himself for what he was doing. After wandering for a few hours, he checked into a motel, taking off his jacket and shoes before lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for a few hours. A final thought crossed his mind before sleep embraced him.
I'm not a murderer... am I?
Name: Albus Lethaine
Nickname(s): Al
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Himself (for now)
Current location: Los Angeles, The Advanced Continent
Occupation: Thief/Assassin
Appearance
Playby: (To be added later)
Height: 5'9"
Build: Thin
Hair: Chestnut
Eyes: Light Green
Clothing preference: Loose street clothes with a light trenchcoat, where he normally hides firearms.
Misc.: Is usually semi scruffy, but can't grow a full beard.
Personality: Initially a hot-headed rebel, Albus is now a man with many personal convictions. Many years of thievery have taught him not to lose his cool even during extremely stressful situations. He is well aware of his own mortality, and realizes that one bullet to the chest or one wrong step could mean the end of his career, or life. As such he is a self-preservationist, even though guilt often nips at his heels.
Ambitions: Plans to find a way to settle down, and put his life of crime behind him; however, he feels that fate has other plans for him.
Fears: Albus fears his own death, and often contemplates this with thoughts of people he has killed in the past. Perhaps more so he fears immense pain and suffering, and often has compassion in situations where other criminals no longer care.
Habits: Has a tendency to pull at his hair when he's stressed or angry, rather than express either emotion verbally. He also has a weakness for asian food.
Religious beliefs: Agnostic (for now)
Abilities/Skills: Is slippery for a human; can untie knots, slip out of handcuffs, pick locks and pockets, and knows how to slip by most modern security (including escaping from the police). He's also an excellent shot with firearms.
Weaknesses: Aside from human weaknesses, Albus is poor in hand-to-hand combat, due to being physically weak and lacking proper training in it. He is occasionally greedy, and his newfound compassion also sometimes works against him.
Equipment: Albus wields a FAMAS carbine (picture:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC2rw6NHywA/TQkulIxFILI/AAAAAAAAABg/WDka1-kJ3dE/s320/famas.jpg) that he hides alongside a short-barreled pistol inside his trenchcoat pocket. He carries one magazine of silver ammunition for each weapon, due to a recent run-in with a vampire (who, as far as he knows, is now dead). He also carries a cell phone and a multitool.
Family: His mother was a prostitute, but his father was the owner of a small business. He has no real siblings.
Important relationships: His "mentor," a man who refers to himself only as the Corner Rat.
Education: Finished high school.
History: Albus began thieving around age 9, stealing from small grocery stores and the like while his father would shop. He began pickpocketing in middle school, the oblivious 7th and 8th grade students easy targets for his nimble fingers. When Albus graduated high school, he began working for gangs and other criminals stealing things. Albus was quite pleased with the revenue this lifestyle procured; however, at age 19 he went along with a gang to do a shooting. It was there he killed someone for the first time; this began his slow moral transformation. At age 20, he was beaten by a rival thief to steal a necklace from a museum; Albus took on a mentor, a mysterious figure by the name of Corner Rat, who revealed that the thief in question was a vampire.
Once this sunk in, Corner Rat gave Albus his FAMAS rifle and taught him about using silver ammunition. With a cross and stake in tow, Albus tracked down the vampire and in a desperate fight managed to kill him. He decapitated him after staking him in the heart, an act that thoroughly disgusted him. Assuming he died, Albus left and began freelancing once more. He was never the same after that vampire, however.
Other characters: N/A
Contact information: PM or Email, Skype works as well, but ask in PM
RP Sample: This was supposed to be a standard break-in. A single man lived here, a businessman, hopefully with a good amount of cash and other valuables in the house. Albus hoped this would be the only break-in he'd need to do this week. The lock in the back of the house had been easy to pick, and there was no security system as far as he could tell.
A light came on. Specifically, the kitchen light. How Albus had failed to hear what was occurring was beyond him. The man stood, making out with a skimpily dressed woman.. Well, until he noticed Albus. The two broke, but Albus stood and drew his pistol.
"Don't move," Albus said. "Don't fucking move. Stay against the oven." Albus turned and noticed a gun near him on the kitchen counter.
Oh, you stupid fuck.
"Stay away from it," Albus said again, nodding and readjusting his own gun.
The man didn't listen. He made a break for the pistol on the counter. Albus fired instinctively, pumping two rounds into the man's chest, causing him to fall to the floor. Albus then pointed his gun at the woman.
"I can't afford a witness." Albus fired one round into the woman's head, then concealed his weapon and hurried out of the house. He made a break back for the safety of the urban jungle. He shook his head multiple times.
Dammit. Dammit...
He was getting sloppy. It was the first time he had ever killed someone during a burglary; he had been caught in the act before, of course, but he always ran. Albus fought back tears as he slunk around street corners in search of a temporary refuge. He hated himself for what he was doing. After wandering for a few hours, he checked into a motel, taking off his jacket and shoes before lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for a few hours. A final thought crossed his mind before sleep embraced him.
I'm not a murderer... am I?
Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:43 am by 
