Post by Cap'n Oogly on Sept 15, 2011 2:22:57 GMT -5
Name: Captain Brandibus Ooglyson (Cap'n Oogly to his friends)
Age: 57 years old, appears 57 years old
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Korean
Abilities/Strengths:
-Punching stuff
-Telling stories
-Making wedding soup
-Exploring time and space.
-Hula Dancing
Inabilities/Weaknesses:
-He's pretty fat and old, so he could have a heart-attack any second, but he'd probably punch it.
- He can't ride on carousels because he was hit by one once.
Occupation: Time Warrior, MD.
Appearance:
Face claim: That guy ^
Personality:
-Tough
-Strong minded
- Sensitive
-But he never cries, he only sweats through his eyes
-Romantic
-Punching
Life Story: Brandibus was born in a dark remote marsh with several fighting awards, a Nobel Peace Prize, an Emmy for Best Daytime Talk Show, and a special Thank You note signed by Martha Stewart, Queen Victoria, Hitler, Judy Blume, and a skinny armless hick named Bubba-Jeremiah-Bob for his darn tootin' soup recipes. He was raised by African Wildebeests for the greater part of his childhood until he stumbled across the schematics for a time machine. He used them to build one of his own out of mud, water, and small animals. He roamed all of time, fighting every bad guy he could find throughout history. Hitler? Punched. Bin Laden? Punched. Doctor Claw? Punched. Andrew Jackson? Punched. King George III? Punched.
Sample Roleplay:
Wouldn't it be nice, being an evil guy of time and space and you're just sitting down to a nice cup of tea after a long day of being evil. Everyone needs to relax, right? Well, too bad for you, cupcake because Cap'n Oogly's coming to fuck your shit up. You hear a strange noise, but you brush it off as the cat or a bad storm on the horizon. You sink into your easy chair and close your eyes, but you realize you can't ignore that smell. Where did it even come from? It smells like a mixture of sweat and dead animals and you open your eyes too late when you hear asthmatic breathing right in front of you. Your eyelids lift and all you see is a pale set of firelit pudgy knuckles coming straight for your goddamn face. You try to move away, but there's nowhere to go fast enough. You just close your eyes and pray to God he doesn't break anything important. Once your head is spinning in pain, you feel blood trickle from your nose, dripping onto a piece of paper that had been crumpled into your hand. You open your eyes once the stars clear to see that no one is there. You look down at the paper and between the drops of blood is a crudely drawn penis with a frowny face.
Damn you, Ooglyson. You think, Damn you to Hell.
Age: 57 years old, appears 57 years old
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Nationality: Korean
Abilities/Strengths:
-Punching stuff
-Telling stories
-Making wedding soup
-Exploring time and space.
-Hula Dancing
Inabilities/Weaknesses:
-He's pretty fat and old, so he could have a heart-attack any second, but he'd probably punch it.
- He can't ride on carousels because he was hit by one once.
Occupation: Time Warrior, MD.
Appearance:
Face claim: That guy ^
Personality:
-Tough
-Strong minded
- Sensitive
-But he never cries, he only sweats through his eyes
-Romantic
-Punching
Life Story: Brandibus was born in a dark remote marsh with several fighting awards, a Nobel Peace Prize, an Emmy for Best Daytime Talk Show, and a special Thank You note signed by Martha Stewart, Queen Victoria, Hitler, Judy Blume, and a skinny armless hick named Bubba-Jeremiah-Bob for his darn tootin' soup recipes. He was raised by African Wildebeests for the greater part of his childhood until he stumbled across the schematics for a time machine. He used them to build one of his own out of mud, water, and small animals. He roamed all of time, fighting every bad guy he could find throughout history. Hitler? Punched. Bin Laden? Punched. Doctor Claw? Punched. Andrew Jackson? Punched. King George III? Punched.
Sample Roleplay:
Wouldn't it be nice, being an evil guy of time and space and you're just sitting down to a nice cup of tea after a long day of being evil. Everyone needs to relax, right? Well, too bad for you, cupcake because Cap'n Oogly's coming to fuck your shit up. You hear a strange noise, but you brush it off as the cat or a bad storm on the horizon. You sink into your easy chair and close your eyes, but you realize you can't ignore that smell. Where did it even come from? It smells like a mixture of sweat and dead animals and you open your eyes too late when you hear asthmatic breathing right in front of you. Your eyelids lift and all you see is a pale set of firelit pudgy knuckles coming straight for your goddamn face. You try to move away, but there's nowhere to go fast enough. You just close your eyes and pray to God he doesn't break anything important. Once your head is spinning in pain, you feel blood trickle from your nose, dripping onto a piece of paper that had been crumpled into your hand. You open your eyes once the stars clear to see that no one is there. You look down at the paper and between the drops of blood is a crudely drawn penis with a frowny face.
Damn you, Ooglyson. You think, Damn you to Hell.
