Post by Hiram Cooper on Aug 21, 2009 11:39:04 GMT -6
Hiram Abel Cooper
vitals
nick names = Coop
gender = male
age = 28
race = human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = jack-of-all-trades, music
preferred profession = anything temporary
starting location = Heimdall[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = brown, unruly
eyes = brown
distinguishing features = wolf tattoo on his right side, small faint scars around his wrists and chest[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = crowds, jail, being cheated
strengths = quick learner, hard worker, headstrong
weaknesses = kinda crazy, impulsive, wobbly moral compass
describe full personality = Hiram is a quiet man who prefers to be on his own rather than surrounded by people. He seeks out quiet, peaceful areas and prefers to live hand-to-mouth by taking temporary jobs that he can easily leave when things go wrong. He's not completely right in the head, and his poor impulse control and sudden, violent temper get the better of him. If you get a guitar into his hands, he can sing and entertain all night long. If you get a hammer or saw into them, he can tackle nearly any job you have. But if you put a knife in them, you better get the hell away before he gets the urge to stick it into you. As long as you stay on his good side, Hiram's a good man to have with you.[/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Hiram grew up in Terra's Inbeween, the third (and youngest) son of a banker. While the rest of his family was normal and average, Hiram was always a bit off. He hated how closed off the planet was, how many people there always were around him, and how much focus there was on fitting perfectly into society. He never fit and it showed, Hiram barely passing classes at school and often skipping it to go wandering through Terra's Top and Below. More than once he was hauled back by the police after catching him hanging around in the wrong areas of town. He got through school and got a job in one of the factories in the Below, helping build things with his hands while his brothers went into sales and insurance respectively. Hiram never got the hang of making friends, and it was his well-known habits of wandering off alone and often in a foul state that finally got him in trouble.
At age 20, he was accused of murdering a girl. The evidence was shaky, but the judge still found him guility and sentenced him to five years in one of Terra's worst jails. Hiram was released early for good behaviour, but he was out of jail for less than an hour when he commuted another murder, this time killing the first man he came across after released. He took the first ship to Heimdall and he's been wandering the planet every since, working for ranchers and miners as he needed the money, while racking up a few murders. When he's not working or killing, Hiram has started recording music and releasing it on the Network. He already has a small follow of fans, but Hiram doesn't particularly care about making money. He just wants to share his stories.
role play example =
The river was black. It was something to do with the mountain it ran out of, the colour of the rock maybe or some mineral it came against. Hiram didn't know. But it was cool and it tasted fine, so he swam in it and let it roll around him. After such a hot day, it was nice to be somewhere so cool. There were a few cattle about twenty feet up, drinking out of the water and calling to one another in low moo's. He watched them, then ducked under the water and let it sweep his hair back. If he opened his eyes, he could see the blood streaming off his hands, the red still red even in the black of the stream.
The body lay about thirty feet away, slumped over against a fencepost. Two knife wounds were in his chest. The second had hit the heart. Hiram couldn't really tell you why he'd done it, only that he'd done it and that he wasn't sorry about it. In the cold of the water, his rage and fury seemed strange and distant, like they belonged to some other man who only looked like Hiram.
He swam to shore and sat himself down on a bolder, stretching out and letting the sun dry his skin. This close to the sun, it came quick. And as he dried, he picked up his sharpening stone and his knife and got to work getting the edge sharp again.
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the real you
age = 24
how did you find us? = Sarah!
any last words? = that black river water is as black as sin[/size][/ul][/font]
