Re: LAST. THING. STANDING. [S!1][OPEN FOR SUBMISSION]
11-28-2011, 01:48 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by M_Sheep.
THIS IS A DECLARATION OF GLORIOUS INTENT!
EDIT: Here's part of the thing, just to show I haven't forgotten about this. It may be a little choppy as I was half-concious when I threw this together. Second-half shall be uploaded tomorrow.
Username: M_Sheep
Name: Bartholomew Bleddyn Worchester(, Gentleman Adventurer!)
Sex: Male
Race: Human(despite what some believe)
Color:The Colour of Adventure!, AKA #000000
TITLES:
Description: 9' 2", caucasian, 48 years old biologically(60 years old if you count the time travel involved during the Adventure of The Kabbalahs' Tomb), somewhere around 400 pounds, chestnut colored hair with a full beard, dark brown left eye and right eye is covered with a monocle with a mirror lens. Perhaps best described as looking like the unholy love child of Teddy Roosevelt and a Grizzly bear.
Upon first appearance, Mr. Worchester appears the quintessential, if somewhat stereotypical, Proper English Gentleman. This is somewhat ironic as he's Welsh. He's old money and well versed in Proper sports like fencing and riding, and he runs to the aid of any Lady as any Proper Gentleman would. Truly unflappable, he keeps a cool head in the most dire straits. Generally, his first response to such dire straits is to brew up some tea and respond to the circumstances with a truly improbable, and often nonsensical response.(i.e. The Adventure of Ta'waki Island, where he found the most logical course of action to being to being surrounded by zombies, was to throw himself into an active volcano. Or The Adventure of The Mauve Hand, where he decided the best course of action to get information about a mob bosses operations, was to spend six months as a party clown. Hence, Squeaky Pickles was born. Once he had established himself in the business and beat out all the other competition in the area, he was hired by the mob boss for his son's birthday party.)
He generally comes across as a jovial man with an undeniable strange charisma about him, if a bit eccentric and doddering, but this image of him is often quickly dispelled when his hobby comes into play. Bartholomew loves hunting. This passion of his has gone on to consume the whole of his life and those that cross his path. He'll hunt anything, the more challenging and dangerous, the better. Once targetted, there is no escape for his quarry. He'll track and follow it to the ends of the Earth or even farther if neccesary, and God save anyone who gets in his way. He's collapsed entire ecosytems, caused extinctions, and efficiently and mercilessly murdered men to feed his addiction. Nothing gives him a bigger rush than the clashing of his will to live against another creature's.
He always takes a trophy.
He's also a bit of a gun nut, and keeps a veritable armory of them on his person at all times. A true follower of his Great-Great-Grandfather's quote; "No Worchester would be caught dead outside of the Manor without a decently powerful rifle."
He geniunely considers himself both a hero and a gentleman.
THIS IS A DECLARATION OF GLORIOUS INTENT!
EDIT: Here's part of the thing, just to show I haven't forgotten about this. It may be a little choppy as I was half-concious when I threw this together. Second-half shall be uploaded tomorrow.
Username: M_Sheep
Name: Bartholomew Bleddyn Worchester(, Gentleman Adventurer!)
Sex: Male
Race: Human(despite what some believe)
Color:The Colour of Adventure!, AKA #000000
TITLES:
Description: 9' 2", caucasian, 48 years old biologically(60 years old if you count the time travel involved during the Adventure of The Kabbalahs' Tomb), somewhere around 400 pounds, chestnut colored hair with a full beard, dark brown left eye and right eye is covered with a monocle with a mirror lens. Perhaps best described as looking like the unholy love child of Teddy Roosevelt and a Grizzly bear.
Upon first appearance, Mr. Worchester appears the quintessential, if somewhat stereotypical, Proper English Gentleman. This is somewhat ironic as he's Welsh. He's old money and well versed in Proper sports like fencing and riding, and he runs to the aid of any Lady as any Proper Gentleman would. Truly unflappable, he keeps a cool head in the most dire straits. Generally, his first response to such dire straits is to brew up some tea and respond to the circumstances with a truly improbable, and often nonsensical response.(i.e. The Adventure of Ta'waki Island, where he found the most logical course of action to being to being surrounded by zombies, was to throw himself into an active volcano. Or The Adventure of The Mauve Hand, where he decided the best course of action to get information about a mob bosses operations, was to spend six months as a party clown. Hence, Squeaky Pickles was born. Once he had established himself in the business and beat out all the other competition in the area, he was hired by the mob boss for his son's birthday party.)
He generally comes across as a jovial man with an undeniable strange charisma about him, if a bit eccentric and doddering, but this image of him is often quickly dispelled when his hobby comes into play. Bartholomew loves hunting. This passion of his has gone on to consume the whole of his life and those that cross his path. He'll hunt anything, the more challenging and dangerous, the better. Once targetted, there is no escape for his quarry. He'll track and follow it to the ends of the Earth or even farther if neccesary, and God save anyone who gets in his way. He's collapsed entire ecosytems, caused extinctions, and efficiently and mercilessly murdered men to feed his addiction. Nothing gives him a bigger rush than the clashing of his will to live against another creature's.
He always takes a trophy.
He's also a bit of a gun nut, and keeps a veritable armory of them on his person at all times. A true follower of his Great-Great-Grandfather's quote; "No Worchester would be caught dead outside of the Manor without a decently powerful rifle."
He geniunely considers himself both a hero and a gentleman.