P L A Y E R; NAME: Laura AGE: 27 PLAYER JOURNAL: n/a TIMEZONE: EST CONTACT:shichiloaf OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: Levi Ackerman
C H A R A C T E R; NAME: Worick Arcangelo CANON: Gangsta POINT IN CANON: Chapter 37-ish AGE: 36 APPEARANCE: 5'9" and very fit with dishwater blond hair and blue eyes.
...Eye, since he's only got the one (his right) and wears a patch over the left. Kinda scruffy looking, laid back sort of body language and posture. Large tribal tattoo across his upper back from shoulder to shoulder. CANON HISTORY:Worick @ the Gangsta Wiki CANON PERSONALITY: Worick is, for all intents and purposes and outward appearances, a pretty chill dude: a teenage boy's apparent maturity but with the actual confidence of a grown ass man........ Charming and friendly to most (and a playful smartass to the rest unless you're the target of a job) he's both kind and compassionate, caring for not just his friends but also strangers and even antagonists depending on the situation- he clearly felt for Alex, enough that he was willing to take the risk and give her a place to stay in spite of Chad's warnings that it might piss the wrong people off, and he stopped to collect Doug's soggy ass on the way back to Doc Theo's even though he'd just tried to kill both Danny Monroe and Nic, recognizing the attack for the petty act of rebellion it was.
As both a means of survival and a fun way to pass the time, Worick likes to flirt with women. A lot. It's mostly harmless, but if the relationship is close enough he's absolutely the kind of dude who will graze a boob if he thinks he can get away with it. (There would be a permissions post for that sort of Anime Sleaze of course- I'm not looking to make anyone uncomfortable with a trope that seriously needs to die screaming...) He's been known to make inappropriate comments from time to time. Again- there's that teenage boy mentality. Or the sex worker mentality... Or a bit of both.
Under the playful and cheery demeanor, he's actually pretty hard and prone to keeping people at arm's length to protect himself; he's the type of guy who'll complain about surface shit until kingdom come but when confronted with something deep or (gasp) actually intimate will change the subject or artfully dodge the question with some well-placed flattery. There's also a bit of a sadistic streak in there if he feels like it's deserved, and while most of the time he'd a git-r-done type of businessman, he's not above 'playing with his food' when a job gets personal. Like the wiki says, his worldview as a whole is definitely a bit on the glass half-empty side- likely due to the abuse he suffered as a child and the atmosphere of his life- and while he does put up a good front of optimism when it's necessary there's definitely some darkness and insecurity in there. He's seen how bad 'bad' can be, and that isn't something he's forgotten even if he doesn't always act like it.
Still, as also both a hitman and a gigolo he's pretty good at compartmentalizing and his defense mechanisms of humor and derailing conversations when they get too close more or less get him by on the day-to-day. He works when he needs to work, plays when it's at all possible, and is decently well-adjusted, all things considered. He isn't easily knocked down or discouraged for long.
ABILITIES:
* Ridiculously good memory, compared to hyperthymesia in canon; Worick can read and recall books just by flipping through them, and remembers every face he's ever seen- Everything his senses experience" is how they put it * Skill with firearms and decent physical fitness (though he isn't much of a runner, god dammit smokers' lungs!!). * Sign Language - he and Nic learned sign language together as children when Worick realized his shiny new pint-sized bodyguard couldn't speak
INVENTORY; A pack of cigarettes & lighter, a handgun and its holster, clothes (see above) ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW?
S A M P L E S; ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
[First time addressing the network as a whole is go!
Shame it's not something a little more fun... BUT MOVING ON:]
So... That really did just happen, huh? Vampries... You know, I usually don't bite that hard-- [Okay, maybe a little fun. ...Just a bit, even if it is more of a quiet, almost half-hearted attempt than full on waggling eyebrow stupidity; the 'unless you want me to' is barely even implied...!! Still, he's making an attempt to lighten the mood.] Anyway, after everything that went down back there I was kinda hoping someone here has a more embarrassing Infiltrator story than mine... [Can you hear the awkward back of the neck rub in his psychic voice? BECAUSE IT'S TOTALLY THERE.] Or at least give me something to work with. It can't be that bad every time, right? Give me some good news for a change.
[Anyone? Anyone? BUELLER......??]
Come on-- it'll be good for morale.
[...His morale, anyway. Help a brother out, fellow Travelers. It doesn't even have to be a true story, at this point. Anything will do.]
PROSE SAMPLE: THE GRIDDDDDDDDDDDD ;__;
Huh, okay, wow, so they weren't kidding about the whole new world thing... Imagine that. The dark and glassy plain Worick finds himself in once the smoke clears and the group seems to thin out is absolutely not like anything he's ever seen before outside of a grainy television screen (or that time he popped those mystery pills as a dare, all these lights kind of remind him of that actually), and while he had been warned, well... It's still a little weird, come on. Don't begrudge him his open-mouthed staring, okay??
And then there's the weird jumpsuit thing he's suddenly rocking (and yeah, we definitely mean rocking- there's something to be said about the body-hugging panels going on here), which obviously is in no way what he was wearing when they left that last place- Liminal Space, or whatever it is. Hmm...
Yeah, he can't help it. Craning his neck as far around as it'll go, he takes a nice long look at his backside before letting out a satisfied whistle. Yup, his ass looks great in this thing, whatever it is. That's kind of a silver lining. Sort of.
Unfortunately, the red-clad, cop looking asshole stomping his way over here all visor'd and ready to go doesn't seem to be appreciating the view. Worick actually lets out a tiny sigh- what a waste; if it'd been a lady cop he'd have been a step ahead of the game already...
In any case, he lifts his hands placatingly, eyeing up that baton at the guy's waist briefly before bring his gaze up to meet that scowl with a friendly, innocent smile.
"Hey man, take it easy-- right now my purpose is just to find a pack of smokes," he says with a light shrug as he lowers his hands slowly to tap his hips. "Seems like my pockets got lost on the way down..."
See, dude? There's nothing shady going on here, nothing shady at all. Just a guy wearing a fetish suit on a nice simple errand in LSDville. Worick peers over the guy's shoulder at a large glowing structure in the distance, flapping a hand in that direction.
"What about that place? Looks like I could get a pack over there, right...?"
A few of the others had gone that way, so he's thinking that's his best bet. There's not much else out here that he can see, and so at the very least it's a good place to start. TIME TO GET TO WORK!
Worick Arcangelo | Gangsta.
NAME: Laura
AGE: 27
PLAYER JOURNAL: n/a
TIMEZONE: EST
CONTACT:
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: Levi Ackerman
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Worick Arcangelo
CANON: Gangsta
POINT IN CANON: Chapter 37-ish
AGE: 36
APPEARANCE: 5'9" and very fit with dishwater blond hair and blue eyes.
...Eye, since he's only got the one (his right) and wears a patch over the left. Kinda scruffy looking, laid back sort of body language and posture. Large tribal tattoo across his upper back from shoulder to shoulder.
CANON HISTORY: Worick @ the Gangsta Wiki
CANON PERSONALITY: Worick is, for all intents and purposes and outward appearances, a pretty chill dude: a teenage boy's apparent maturity but with the actual confidence of a grown ass man........ Charming and friendly to most (and a playful smartass to the rest unless you're the target of a job) he's both kind and compassionate, caring for not just his friends but also strangers and even antagonists depending on the situation- he clearly felt for Alex, enough that he was willing to take the risk and give her a place to stay in spite of Chad's warnings that it might piss the wrong people off, and he stopped to collect Doug's soggy ass on the way back to Doc Theo's even though he'd just tried to kill both Danny Monroe and Nic, recognizing the attack for the petty act of rebellion it was.
As both a means of survival and a fun way to pass the time, Worick likes to flirt with women. A lot. It's mostly harmless, but if the relationship is close enough he's absolutely the kind of dude who will graze a boob if he thinks he can get away with it. (There would be a permissions post for that sort of Anime Sleaze of course- I'm not looking to make anyone uncomfortable with a trope that seriously needs to die screaming...) He's been known to make inappropriate comments from time to time. Again- there's that teenage boy mentality. Or the sex worker mentality... Or a bit of both.
Under the playful and cheery demeanor, he's actually pretty hard and prone to keeping people at arm's length to protect himself; he's the type of guy who'll complain about surface shit until kingdom come but when confronted with something deep or (gasp) actually intimate will change the subject or artfully dodge the question with some well-placed flattery. There's also a bit of a sadistic streak in there if he feels like it's deserved, and while most of the time he'd a git-r-done type of businessman, he's not above 'playing with his food' when a job gets personal. Like the wiki says, his worldview as a whole is definitely a bit on the glass half-empty side- likely due to the abuse he suffered as a child and the atmosphere of his life- and while he does put up a good front of optimism when it's necessary there's definitely some darkness and insecurity in there. He's seen how bad 'bad' can be, and that isn't something he's forgotten even if he doesn't always act like it.
Still, as also both a hitman and a gigolo he's pretty good at compartmentalizing and his defense mechanisms of humor and derailing conversations when they get too close more or less get him by on the day-to-day. He works when he needs to work, plays when it's at all possible, and is decently well-adjusted, all things considered. He isn't easily knocked down or discouraged for long.
ABILITIES:
* Ridiculously good memory, compared to hyperthymesia in canon; Worick can read and recall books just by flipping through them, and remembers every face he's ever seen- Everything his senses experience" is how they put it
* Skill with firearms and decent physical fitness (though he isn't much of a runner, god dammit smokers' lungs!!).
* Sign Language - he and Nic learned sign language together as children when Worick realized his shiny new pint-sized bodyguard couldn't speak
INVENTORY; A pack of cigarettes & lighter, a handgun and its holster, clothes (see above)
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW?
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
[First time addressing the network as a whole is go!
Shame it's not something a little more fun... BUT MOVING ON:]
So... That really did just happen, huh? Vampries... You know, I usually don't bite that hard-- [Okay, maybe a little fun. ...Just a bit, even if it is more of a quiet, almost half-hearted attempt than full on waggling eyebrow stupidity; the 'unless you want me to' is barely even implied...!! Still, he's making an attempt to lighten the mood.] Anyway, after everything that went down back there I was kinda hoping someone here has a more embarrassing Infiltrator story than mine... [Can you hear the awkward back of the neck rub in his psychic voice? BECAUSE IT'S TOTALLY THERE.] Or at least give me something to work with. It can't be that bad every time, right? Give me some good news for a change.
[Anyone? Anyone? BUELLER......??]
Come on-- it'll be good for morale.
[...His morale, anyway. Help a brother out, fellow Travelers. It doesn't even have to be a true story, at this point. Anything will do.]
PROSE SAMPLE: THE GRIDDDDDDDDDDDD ;__;
Huh, okay, wow, so they weren't kidding about the whole new world thing... Imagine that. The dark and glassy plain Worick finds himself in once the smoke clears and the group seems to thin out is absolutely not like anything he's ever seen before outside of a grainy television screen (or that time he popped those mystery pills as a dare, all these lights kind of remind him of that actually), and while he had been warned, well... It's still a little weird, come on. Don't begrudge him his open-mouthed staring, okay??
And then there's the weird jumpsuit thing he's suddenly rocking (and yeah, we definitely mean rocking- there's something to be said about the body-hugging panels going on here), which obviously is in no way what he was wearing when they left that last place- Liminal Space, or whatever it is. Hmm...
Yeah, he can't help it. Craning his neck as far around as it'll go, he takes a nice long look at his backside before letting out a satisfied whistle. Yup, his ass looks great in this thing, whatever it is. That's kind of a silver lining. Sort of.
Unfortunately, the red-clad, cop looking asshole stomping his way over here all visor'd and ready to go doesn't seem to be appreciating the view. Worick actually lets out a tiny sigh- what a waste; if it'd been a lady cop he'd have been a step ahead of the game already...
In any case, he lifts his hands placatingly, eyeing up that baton at the guy's waist briefly before bring his gaze up to meet that scowl with a friendly, innocent smile.
"Hey man, take it easy-- right now my purpose is just to find a pack of smokes," he says with a light shrug as he lowers his hands slowly to tap his hips. "Seems like my pockets got lost on the way down..."
See, dude? There's nothing shady going on here, nothing shady at all. Just a guy wearing a fetish suit on a nice simple errand in LSDville. Worick peers over the guy's shoulder at a large glowing structure in the distance, flapping a hand in that direction.
"What about that place? Looks like I could get a pack over there, right...?"
A few of the others had gone that way, so he's thinking that's his best bet. There's not much else out here that he can see, and so at the very least it's a good place to start. TIME TO GET TO WORK!
...As soon as he can ditch this clown, of course.