Post by selloutboy on Dec 26, 2011 21:08:53 GMT -5
Name: Posthill, ''The Postal Dude'', Rick
Age: 29
Sex: M
Race (Ethnicity): White
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Brown
Language(s): English
Career: Unemployed/Con Artist/Burglar/Generally Crazy Criminal Type, ex-video game programmer
Inventory: Desert Eagle .50 AE Handgun (6 bullets remaining), Police Baton, Stun Gun, Can of Gasoline (almost empty), Matches, Scissors, Can of Catnip, Plastic Baggie of Doggie Treats, Empty Crack Pipe, $500 in Small Bills (most of these items are hidden in his trench coat)
One Strength: Rick is an expert at illegally getting what he wants without getting caught. One of his favorite tricks is to walk into a place, take stuff, and just leave, acting like he belongs there and is doing exactly what he is supposed to do. A little fast-talk and an aura of purpose and officialism can go a long way. He has done plenty of studying on how to pick pockets, scam idiots on the street, sneak past alarm systems, and simply play dumb when asked questions. Much of the time, he only gets away with his schemes because he constantly breaks the "honor system" people rely on to trust each other in pretty much any human society.
One Weakness: Rick is an asshole. He cannot make friends and is practically incapable of teamwork. Thus, he is highly unlikely to benefit from the help or wisdom of others, and could quite possibly provoke negative responses or even violence from those around him. Furthermore, his poor impulse-control and wanton acts of destruction can easily make life much more difficult for all of those around him.
Appearance: Rick Posthill is a redheaded man with a goatee. His brown eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, and his features are partly concealed beneath a long, well-worn trench coat colored a brown so dark it almost looks black. However, he seems to be fairly tall and thin, and possibly a bit muscular. The coat is left open, revealing a black tee shirt bearing a picture of a blue-skinned stereotypical "Gray"-style alien's face emblazoned on the chest area. He also wears blue jeans and a yellow smiley-face button on the right lapel of his coat. Combat boots complete the ensemble. The expression on Rick's face is a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. Those who give him more than a passing glance may detect something vaguely sinister about him.
Personality: It is uncertain if Rick is a clinical psychopath; he certainly HAS emotions, but they are almost always dull to the point of irrelevance, with the exception of his near-constant attitude of detached, cynical amusement and the occasional burst of sadistic glee. A massive undercurrent of rage boils beneath the surface, but even he refuses to acknowledge it, for whatever reason. "Crazy" or not, Rick has difficulty empathizing with other people. He is anti-authoritarian, sarcastic, and self-centered. However, he has learned to blend in with "normal" people well enough to function in society, preferring to keep his crimes undetected. He is the type to turn in a perfect tax return in the morning, and then beat up and rob an IRS agent in an alley after lunch.
Background: Rick lives with his hateful wife and his beloved pit bull Champ in a run-down house which he acquired through shady means. He was fired from his job as a video game programmer at the small-time developer "Walking With Hammers" about three months ago, so he lives on a combination of unemployment checks, welfare, and crime. Sometimes he tricks people into giving him money or letting their guard down as he takes it. Other times he just outright breaks into places and steals stuff, or beats up strangers and takes their possessions, running before they can even get a good look at him. This criminal streak is nothing new: he once got away with stealing every single writing utensil in his elementary school when he was in fourth grade. Right now he is just surviving day-to-day, doing his best to be patient with his loathsome wife and blowing off steam through acts of petty vandalism, property damage, and random assault. He is considering a career in spree killing, but has not yet killed anyone (that he knows of). Oddly enough, Rick has never been to jail, although he has paid a great deal of fines over the years.
Cause of Death: He forgot to pick up some ice cream for his horrible wife and decided to shoot her to death and burn down their house instead of dealing with her complaints. However, before he could attack her or light a fire his gun malfunctioned and he accidentally shot himself in the head. His wife was in the other room and didn't see him kill himself. She thought he was faking it, so by the time she came out to yell at him, his body had already disappeared. She figured he stormed out of the house.
Region or place where your Gantzer died (must be a region in the RP): New York
Death in Gantz: to be filled by the mod
Note: Rick doesn't really like or hate cats, but he likes to mess with them and/or use them to mess with other people; hence, the catnip. Also, Rick doesn't do drugs (90% of the time), but he did steal a crack pipe off of a homeless man once, and now he carries it as a good luck charm.
Age: 29
Sex: M
Race (Ethnicity): White
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Brown
Language(s): English
Career: Unemployed/Con Artist/Burglar/Generally Crazy Criminal Type, ex-video game programmer
Inventory: Desert Eagle .50 AE Handgun (6 bullets remaining), Police Baton, Stun Gun, Can of Gasoline (almost empty), Matches, Scissors, Can of Catnip, Plastic Baggie of Doggie Treats, Empty Crack Pipe, $500 in Small Bills (most of these items are hidden in his trench coat)
One Strength: Rick is an expert at illegally getting what he wants without getting caught. One of his favorite tricks is to walk into a place, take stuff, and just leave, acting like he belongs there and is doing exactly what he is supposed to do. A little fast-talk and an aura of purpose and officialism can go a long way. He has done plenty of studying on how to pick pockets, scam idiots on the street, sneak past alarm systems, and simply play dumb when asked questions. Much of the time, he only gets away with his schemes because he constantly breaks the "honor system" people rely on to trust each other in pretty much any human society.
One Weakness: Rick is an asshole. He cannot make friends and is practically incapable of teamwork. Thus, he is highly unlikely to benefit from the help or wisdom of others, and could quite possibly provoke negative responses or even violence from those around him. Furthermore, his poor impulse-control and wanton acts of destruction can easily make life much more difficult for all of those around him.
Appearance: Rick Posthill is a redheaded man with a goatee. His brown eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, and his features are partly concealed beneath a long, well-worn trench coat colored a brown so dark it almost looks black. However, he seems to be fairly tall and thin, and possibly a bit muscular. The coat is left open, revealing a black tee shirt bearing a picture of a blue-skinned stereotypical "Gray"-style alien's face emblazoned on the chest area. He also wears blue jeans and a yellow smiley-face button on the right lapel of his coat. Combat boots complete the ensemble. The expression on Rick's face is a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. Those who give him more than a passing glance may detect something vaguely sinister about him.
Personality: It is uncertain if Rick is a clinical psychopath; he certainly HAS emotions, but they are almost always dull to the point of irrelevance, with the exception of his near-constant attitude of detached, cynical amusement and the occasional burst of sadistic glee. A massive undercurrent of rage boils beneath the surface, but even he refuses to acknowledge it, for whatever reason. "Crazy" or not, Rick has difficulty empathizing with other people. He is anti-authoritarian, sarcastic, and self-centered. However, he has learned to blend in with "normal" people well enough to function in society, preferring to keep his crimes undetected. He is the type to turn in a perfect tax return in the morning, and then beat up and rob an IRS agent in an alley after lunch.
Background: Rick lives with his hateful wife and his beloved pit bull Champ in a run-down house which he acquired through shady means. He was fired from his job as a video game programmer at the small-time developer "Walking With Hammers" about three months ago, so he lives on a combination of unemployment checks, welfare, and crime. Sometimes he tricks people into giving him money or letting their guard down as he takes it. Other times he just outright breaks into places and steals stuff, or beats up strangers and takes their possessions, running before they can even get a good look at him. This criminal streak is nothing new: he once got away with stealing every single writing utensil in his elementary school when he was in fourth grade. Right now he is just surviving day-to-day, doing his best to be patient with his loathsome wife and blowing off steam through acts of petty vandalism, property damage, and random assault. He is considering a career in spree killing, but has not yet killed anyone (that he knows of). Oddly enough, Rick has never been to jail, although he has paid a great deal of fines over the years.
Cause of Death: He forgot to pick up some ice cream for his horrible wife and decided to shoot her to death and burn down their house instead of dealing with her complaints. However, before he could attack her or light a fire his gun malfunctioned and he accidentally shot himself in the head. His wife was in the other room and didn't see him kill himself. She thought he was faking it, so by the time she came out to yell at him, his body had already disappeared. She figured he stormed out of the house.
Region or place where your Gantzer died (must be a region in the RP): New York
Death in Gantz: to be filled by the mod
Note: Rick doesn't really like or hate cats, but he likes to mess with them and/or use them to mess with other people; hence, the catnip. Also, Rick doesn't do drugs (90% of the time), but he did steal a crack pipe off of a homeless man once, and now he carries it as a good luck charm.