Post by Rex Langley on May 8, 2009 10:58:44 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
OOC Name: Lynn
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Julius Dyonysius
Basic Information
Name: Rex Langley
Aliases: None
Actual Age: 35
Appearing Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Approx. Birth Date: July 10th, 1974
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Hunter of the damned
Appearance
Height: 6'0
Hair: (Color & Style) Bald
Eyes: Shit Brown
Skin: Olive
Body Type: Built
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) Misc. tattoos
Celebrity Claim: Vin Diesel
Picture See Aviator
Background Information
Personality: I'm a real no holds bar kind of man. I don't believe in non-sense, and I won't think twice about telling you how it is. I'm loyal to the people I trust, and a real nightmare for the people I can't. I absolutely hate anything not of this world, and have no problem taking it out.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
-My penis ( I think with it too much)
-Money
-Alcohol
-Pride
Strengths: (At Least 4)
-Strength
-Good Aim
-Logical
-Not easily fooled
Family: Luci Langley (Mother)
Robert Langley (Father)
Friends: Not sure
Enemies: Not sure
Lover: Any woman who will let me.....
Extra Powers: I'm freakin' human, you serious?
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I was born in July 1974 to my Italian mother and African American father. I grew up in the Bronx playing on the streets with dirty thug's kids. I figured out quickly how to sneak around and make a buck. My Ma was a waitress and my dad was a dirty son of a bitch who left before I turned eight. Life for me was never easy or simple. My mom would bring men home who would mistreat her, slap her around in front of me, and make threats. I watched night after night as my mother took a beating, after being rode like a fucking race horse. When I turned sixteen, I tried to talk to her about it, but she slapped me and called me an ungrateful bastard. I packed my bags that night, and left. I haven't seen my mother since.
I ended up at a house a few blocks away, I had a buddy named Willie Capella, his dad was Bruno Capella, a well known mob boss in the area. Willie and his Pop took me in, treated me like family. Taught me the family business. By eighteen I was running 'errands' and toting a gun around. The way the cards fell, I ended up Willie's personnel body guard.
It was May 2000 when things took an interesting twist. Papa Capella asked Willie and I to go over see a shipment that was coming in from Transylvania. He told us it was a new 'family' coming to the Bronx. He said him and his organization made a deal with this family that allowed them to use the docks, for a price of course. Willie and I thought nothing of it, hell neither did Papa Capella either, now I think about it.
Willie and I made our way to the docks that night, and I was the only one who made it back. That family wasn't normal. They massacred everyone. I only made it because I hid in a shipment of garlic.
After Willie's death, I vowed to learn more about these creatures that I only thought were mythological. Papa Capella didn't believe me when I told him what happened, until the night an undead Willie showed up for a family visit. Luckily my reading paid off and I knew what to do, I stabbed the bastard. Stabbed him right in the heart. After the shock of it all, Bruno grew restless, he wanted to know why this happened and put a stop to it happening again. He started to see to it I got superb training in combat and weaponry.
Every since then, I've been the front man for Papa Capella's hidden business.
Rex Langley
Slayer
If you've got undead, I'll bury it, and make sure it stays buried.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
I walked into the ran down hotel, my gun resting in my hand. I couldn't see what was so crunchy under my feet, so I lit a match and bent down, lighting the floor beneath me. I quickly shook out the match when I seen what it was, "Roaches!" I lifted a boot and shook it off, "Fuckers!" I hated bugs, I could handle vampires, werewolves, witches, but I hated bugs. I tried to put it out of my mind, remembering what I was there for. I followed that blood sucking scum here, and I was gonna finish the job.
I proceeded slowly down the hall, the bugs smashing beneath my feet still, the smell was enough to knock you down. I had always heard though, that the undead had a recognizable odor.
I proceeded about ten more feet before coming to a stairwell that lead down, I was skeptical and not about to just go descending to my death. I placed the gun in my side holster and lit another match dropping it down the stairwell, watching as it light up each floor. It looked like the stairs descended forever.
I pulled out a cigar, liting it, and placing it in my mouth, I took a puff, "Could be my last smoke," I shrugged, drawing a breath.
OOC Name: Lynn
Gender: Female
Other Characters: Julius Dyonysius
Basic Information
Name: Rex Langley
Aliases: None
Actual Age: 35
Appearing Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Approx. Birth Date: July 10th, 1974
Status:(straight, Gay, Bi-sexual) Straight
Occupation: Hunter of the damned
Appearance
Height: 6'0
Hair: (Color & Style) Bald
Eyes: Shit Brown
Skin: Olive
Body Type: Built
Skin Markings: (Tattoos & Piercings) Misc. tattoos
Celebrity Claim: Vin Diesel
Picture See Aviator
Background Information
Personality: I'm a real no holds bar kind of man. I don't believe in non-sense, and I won't think twice about telling you how it is. I'm loyal to the people I trust, and a real nightmare for the people I can't. I absolutely hate anything not of this world, and have no problem taking it out.
Weakness: (At Least 4)
-My penis ( I think with it too much)
-Money
-Alcohol
-Pride
Strengths: (At Least 4)
-Strength
-Good Aim
-Logical
-Not easily fooled
Family: Luci Langley (Mother)
Robert Langley (Father)
Friends: Not sure
Enemies: Not sure
Lover: Any woman who will let me.....
Extra Powers: I'm freakin' human, you serious?
Character History: (Should Be As Long As Your Age)
I was born in July 1974 to my Italian mother and African American father. I grew up in the Bronx playing on the streets with dirty thug's kids. I figured out quickly how to sneak around and make a buck. My Ma was a waitress and my dad was a dirty son of a bitch who left before I turned eight. Life for me was never easy or simple. My mom would bring men home who would mistreat her, slap her around in front of me, and make threats. I watched night after night as my mother took a beating, after being rode like a fucking race horse. When I turned sixteen, I tried to talk to her about it, but she slapped me and called me an ungrateful bastard. I packed my bags that night, and left. I haven't seen my mother since.
I ended up at a house a few blocks away, I had a buddy named Willie Capella, his dad was Bruno Capella, a well known mob boss in the area. Willie and his Pop took me in, treated me like family. Taught me the family business. By eighteen I was running 'errands' and toting a gun around. The way the cards fell, I ended up Willie's personnel body guard.
It was May 2000 when things took an interesting twist. Papa Capella asked Willie and I to go over see a shipment that was coming in from Transylvania. He told us it was a new 'family' coming to the Bronx. He said him and his organization made a deal with this family that allowed them to use the docks, for a price of course. Willie and I thought nothing of it, hell neither did Papa Capella either, now I think about it.
Willie and I made our way to the docks that night, and I was the only one who made it back. That family wasn't normal. They massacred everyone. I only made it because I hid in a shipment of garlic.
After Willie's death, I vowed to learn more about these creatures that I only thought were mythological. Papa Capella didn't believe me when I told him what happened, until the night an undead Willie showed up for a family visit. Luckily my reading paid off and I knew what to do, I stabbed the bastard. Stabbed him right in the heart. After the shock of it all, Bruno grew restless, he wanted to know why this happened and put a stop to it happening again. He started to see to it I got superb training in combat and weaponry.
Every since then, I've been the front man for Papa Capella's hidden business.
Rex Langley
Slayer
If you've got undead, I'll bury it, and make sure it stays buried.
Role Play Sample: (Should be written as the character you are applying for, not taken from another site.)
I walked into the ran down hotel, my gun resting in my hand. I couldn't see what was so crunchy under my feet, so I lit a match and bent down, lighting the floor beneath me. I quickly shook out the match when I seen what it was, "Roaches!" I lifted a boot and shook it off, "Fuckers!" I hated bugs, I could handle vampires, werewolves, witches, but I hated bugs. I tried to put it out of my mind, remembering what I was there for. I followed that blood sucking scum here, and I was gonna finish the job.
I proceeded slowly down the hall, the bugs smashing beneath my feet still, the smell was enough to knock you down. I had always heard though, that the undead had a recognizable odor.
I proceeded about ten more feet before coming to a stairwell that lead down, I was skeptical and not about to just go descending to my death. I placed the gun in my side holster and lit another match dropping it down the stairwell, watching as it light up each floor. It looked like the stairs descended forever.
I pulled out a cigar, liting it, and placing it in my mouth, I took a puff, "Could be my last smoke," I shrugged, drawing a breath.
