Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 25, 2010 23:11:18 GMT -8
Name: Martin Smith
Aliases: None known. “Marty” will get people hurt.
Age: 35
Build: He’s tall and fairly average weight. He has enough muscle to lift things—and possibly slug them across the face, though for the most part he’s too dignified for that.
Origin: He was born in a big city on the East Coast, and has lived in big cities his whole life. He only understands the countryside in a vague way, or as a French area full of trenches. Either way, he doesn’t like it.
Occupation: Desk Clerk at The Démoniaque.
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black, worn slicked back. Like, perfectly every hair in place at all times slicked back.
Scars: He has a long one down one side of his back, that he won’t say where he got it, and a couple bullet wounds from WWI.
Fur/Markings: His coat is a light gray with black stripes and spots forming a pattern that looks vaguely like a Savannah cat.
Attire: When at work he wears suits in various colors, with tasteful ties and differently colored pocket handkerchiefs. His appearance is professional at all times.
Accessories: None that he lets anyone know about, except, obviously, his glasses.
WOC: He carries a revolver with him at most if not all times. He owns several other guns, and is well trained in gun use. He has a certain fondness for rifles and larger guns.
Appearance: He is very well kept and professional. He’s not large per say, but he had a lithe built that can move pretty quickly and enough strength to make that dangerous.
Personality: He’s a complete utter bastard. An utterly cold one at that. He’s the type to keep files on everyone that ever enters the Demoniaque, and keeps several special ones on regulars. He takes a certain satisfaction in ruining people’s lives—calling the wife of a man checked in with a lover for instance and letting her know what was going on—but subtly, without actually telling her. Rather than lifting a hand to stop or change events, he’s far more likely to sit back and see what happens, especially if it’s an event that might cause someone anguish of any kind.
He's a Four Eyes Zero Soul people. A total sociopath. The more adorable or loving you are, the more he's going to want to destroy your life. He's not going to be making exceptions for this either.
Special skills: Plotting, organizing information, and destroying people’s lives (he’s the most proud of this last one.)
Weaknesses: He wears glasses. That’s all he lets anyone know about.
Fears: Public humiliation, chemical weapons.
Likes: Organization, cleanliness, plotting the down fall of his fellow cats.
Dislikes: Loud people, people messing with his world order, and people in general.
History: He was born to wealthy but distant British parents on the East Coast of the United States. Since then he’s moved around quite a bit, going to the best schools both in the United States and Great Britain. He was in England when the Great War broke out, though he did not enlist until several years later. He enlisted before the draft was enforced, but missed the worst battles. He did not mind seeing his companions killed in front of him as much as some people might, though the experience made him even colder.
The one thing that truly affected him during the war was the use of chemical weapons. He would die rather than admit that he wakes up some nights imagining clouds of rolling smoke drifting over a broken landscape toward him.
Since returning from the war, he has lived in Felidae. He was barely scraping by for a while before meeting and being hired by Macavity and for the past several years he’s been working for the cat, for the most part as the Desk Clerk of the Demoniaque, though sometimes doing… extra work.
Love Interest: His appointment book and schedule. That is to say, he's not the type to fall in love or even particularly go for sex for it's own sake. Rather, he enjoys using other's sexuality against them, in whichever form it takes. He will use seducation as a strategy, but not for it's own sake.
Quotes: “Did you want something?” followed by a look over the top of his glasses.
Then, one for him: The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them, that's the essence of inhumanity.
~ George Bernard Shaw
Theme Song: Can I use “The Riddle” for like every character on this board ever? He has also laid claim to "Good 'n' Evil" from Jekyll & Hyde.
Code: -code removed-
Color Code: Martin Smith Yellow
Notes: A quote made when comparing Coricopat and Martin: Cori at least has *some* heart in him... somewhere. I think Martin cut his own out...
Aliases: None known. “Marty” will get people hurt.
Age: 35
Build: He’s tall and fairly average weight. He has enough muscle to lift things—and possibly slug them across the face, though for the most part he’s too dignified for that.
Origin: He was born in a big city on the East Coast, and has lived in big cities his whole life. He only understands the countryside in a vague way, or as a French area full of trenches. Either way, he doesn’t like it.
Occupation: Desk Clerk at The Démoniaque.
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black, worn slicked back. Like, perfectly every hair in place at all times slicked back.
Scars: He has a long one down one side of his back, that he won’t say where he got it, and a couple bullet wounds from WWI.
Fur/Markings: His coat is a light gray with black stripes and spots forming a pattern that looks vaguely like a Savannah cat.
Attire: When at work he wears suits in various colors, with tasteful ties and differently colored pocket handkerchiefs. His appearance is professional at all times.
Accessories: None that he lets anyone know about, except, obviously, his glasses.
WOC: He carries a revolver with him at most if not all times. He owns several other guns, and is well trained in gun use. He has a certain fondness for rifles and larger guns.
Appearance: He is very well kept and professional. He’s not large per say, but he had a lithe built that can move pretty quickly and enough strength to make that dangerous.
Personality: He’s a complete utter bastard. An utterly cold one at that. He’s the type to keep files on everyone that ever enters the Demoniaque, and keeps several special ones on regulars. He takes a certain satisfaction in ruining people’s lives—calling the wife of a man checked in with a lover for instance and letting her know what was going on—but subtly, without actually telling her. Rather than lifting a hand to stop or change events, he’s far more likely to sit back and see what happens, especially if it’s an event that might cause someone anguish of any kind.
He's a Four Eyes Zero Soul people. A total sociopath. The more adorable or loving you are, the more he's going to want to destroy your life. He's not going to be making exceptions for this either.
Special skills: Plotting, organizing information, and destroying people’s lives (he’s the most proud of this last one.)
Weaknesses: He wears glasses. That’s all he lets anyone know about.
Fears: Public humiliation, chemical weapons.
Likes: Organization, cleanliness, plotting the down fall of his fellow cats.
Dislikes: Loud people, people messing with his world order, and people in general.
History: He was born to wealthy but distant British parents on the East Coast of the United States. Since then he’s moved around quite a bit, going to the best schools both in the United States and Great Britain. He was in England when the Great War broke out, though he did not enlist until several years later. He enlisted before the draft was enforced, but missed the worst battles. He did not mind seeing his companions killed in front of him as much as some people might, though the experience made him even colder.
The one thing that truly affected him during the war was the use of chemical weapons. He would die rather than admit that he wakes up some nights imagining clouds of rolling smoke drifting over a broken landscape toward him.
Since returning from the war, he has lived in Felidae. He was barely scraping by for a while before meeting and being hired by Macavity and for the past several years he’s been working for the cat, for the most part as the Desk Clerk of the Demoniaque, though sometimes doing… extra work.
Love Interest: His appointment book and schedule. That is to say, he's not the type to fall in love or even particularly go for sex for it's own sake. Rather, he enjoys using other's sexuality against them, in whichever form it takes. He will use seducation as a strategy, but not for it's own sake.
Quotes: “Did you want something?” followed by a look over the top of his glasses.
Then, one for him: The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them, that's the essence of inhumanity.
~ George Bernard Shaw
Theme Song: Can I use “The Riddle” for like every character on this board ever? He has also laid claim to "Good 'n' Evil" from Jekyll & Hyde.
Code: -code removed-
Color Code: Martin Smith Yellow
Notes: A quote made when comparing Coricopat and Martin: Cori at least has *some* heart in him... somewhere. I think Martin cut his own out...