Post by brock on Dec 19, 2009 8:07:50 GMT -5
( EDWARD ALLAN CHARLES BROCK )
is the name, nice to meet you too.
is the name, nice to meet you too.
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[/color][/font]SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
WHEN I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE.[/color][/font]
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SO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
Edward Brock. I’ve never thought much about it; considering some names out there I like that it’s a solidly masculine name.
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
Eddie | Venom
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
25.
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
Male
EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
Homophobically Heterosexual.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
Chris Pine is my alter-ego.
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[/color][/font]COME ON AND FLY WITH ME ,
AS WE MAKE OUR GREAT ESCAPE.[/color][/font]
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I HEAR YOU'RE TEACHING. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING AT SOUTH HIGH?[/COLOR]
First Year.
SURE, SURE. AND WHAT SUBJECT DO YOU TEACH?[/COLOR]
English and I coach Weight Training and Water Polo.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
No. Not really. I’d much rather still be working as a journalist for a respectable paper, thanks very much.
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[/color][/font]NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS TYPICAL ,
NOTHING ABOUT YOU IS PREDICTABLE.[/color][/font]
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JUST WONDERING – IS THIS HOW YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE MOST OF THE TIME?[/COLOR]
Sure, yeah. I like to keep it on the short side and naturally light brown. My father never approved of long hair.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
They’re blue. My ex-wife, Anne, would say my eyes were my most attractive feature.
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
Athletic. Considering my current predicament, however, I’ve been trying to bulk up. Weight training is a great way to relieve stress. I’m 6’1”.
GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]
Ordinary? Honestly, any guy that puts more than a glancing thought into what he’s going to wear that day is probably a homo. A shirt and jeans for me thanks, and maybe a jacket if the weather calls for it. However, when my symbiote takes over it is black with a spider on the chest.
I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
Not in particular. I have a tendency to have a substantial amount of stubble on my face, I guess you could say that’s my trademark.
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
Unfortunately my aggression. I tend to let my one capable emotion, anger, get the best of me at times and it shows. I have a certain appeal and have always seemed very approachable, but I’m not above letting my feelings be known regardless of who is looking.
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[/color][/font]I'M THE PRESS CONFERENCE ,
YOU'RE A CONVERSATION.[/color][/font]
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YOU'RE DOING GREAT. NOW TELL ME ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LIKE.[/COLOR]
Extreme Sports are one of my number one hobbies. It reminds me that I’m still alive and it gets my adrenaline pumping. There is nothing like the feeling of exerting your strength.
I have my quiet, less risky activities too, like writing. After reading an article on a political scandal I just felt an affinity for journalism. However, I’ve had to become a little more creative in my stories as I frequently write for a tabloid now that no respectable publishers will have me (this is not something I’m proud of).
As of late I’ve grown a fondness for youth. Not just because I started teaching, but also because young people are just so alive. They have no idea how much.
I like to read, particularly stuff to do with journalism (but National Geographic can suck it – how many f’in meerkats do we need to see?), but I’m also into Mystery novels. There is something about solving things that I’m attracted to.
Muscle Cars and Motorcycles. I mean, what’s not to like.
And what guy doesn’t like sex? I mention it last because I don’t want to admit that it’s really the main priority in a guy’s life.
MHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
Well, it suffices to say that Spider-Man is on my shit list. If it were not for him I would not have lost my job due to the article on the Sin-Eater. Honestly, if a compulsive confessor wants to go down for crimes he did not commit then that’s his fault. I personally think it brings a sense of security to the community. But I digress.
Spider-M… oh, right, I said that already. Well, I’m not really thrilled about having cancer.
Anne. So much for through sickness and health, until death do us part.
Weakness just gets on my nerves. And queers. Well, women together are cool… but yeah, dudes together is just wrong.
Girly things. You know, like cooking and cleaning, knitting and nagging.
Symbiotic dependency.
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR]Naturally: Athleticism and Writing.
Through Venom, I’ve got: Superhuman strength (stamina, agility, reflexes, durability), limited shapeshifting, clinging to surfaces, Spider-Man can’t seem to sense me, and my symbiote will take over and defend me whenever I’m in danger, it also heals me when I’m injured. However, I struggle with giving this other being so much control, and as such the vast extent of the subsequent powers are limited to my use while subsequently in control of myself.
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
Having cancer is a pretty big physical weakness of mine and Anger… it’s an issue.
YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
Surviving. I’d rather not go into it.
MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Death and Consequence.
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE THEM TOO.[/COLOR]
Flexing my biceps when I’m irritated, coughing when I’m thinking, I’m in a general state of depression, I tend to exaggerate, I get angry easily, I like to one-up men, and I really really try to curb my cursing.
EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
Nothing terribly dark, but certainly things that I don’t like to talk about. I’m not really all for talking about emotions or anything, but I’ve always had a need to prove myself to my father, I’m furious with my ex for leaving me the moment my body betrayed me and showed weakness, I’m intimidated if I’m not the strongest one in the room, and I seem a lot smarter than I really am. Probably the thing I try to keep hidden the most is that I really do know how am and wish I wasn’t. But I’ve had a pretty shit time, and I don’t see the point of acting like it’s otherwise.
One thing that could certainly get me in trouble is that my abilities are actually derived from the alien symbiote that bonded with me while I was praying in a church. Considering the feelings it creates inside me, I’m fairly sure it’s not a good bond.
COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
Yes, I could.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
Oh, there’s not much to say. I’m really your average kind of guy. I like sports, cars, and women, my only vice is writing. I have a hard time expressing myself, if it’s not really obvious, but I have no problem expressing any emotion in the form of anger. It’s the safest outlet. I’m really simple and hate to admit that I’m a little closed-minded. Things are just supposed to be a certain way, and anyone out of the status quo is not normal and should be treated as such.
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[/color][/font]PUT ON A SHOW ,
I WANNA SEE HOW YOU LOSE CONTROL.[/color][/font]
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]
No.
DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN?[/COLOR]
No. And that’s a sore subject.
LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
Did you not listen when I mentioned National Geographic? Seriously, the dependency upon animals is an infiltrating weakness.
FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
Caucasian.
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
Raised in San Francisco, Just came from New York. I’ve taken up residence in Gotham for awhile, because of the job opportunity but also to get away from the familiar.
DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]
I grew up in San Francisco with my father. My mother died from complications during my birth, which left my father sort of disinterested in me. I know he loves me and whatnot, but he never seemed satisfied or proud of me no matter how hard I tried to be good in school and an all-star athlete. When I went to school in New York I changed my major from physiology to journalism after I read an inspiring article in the New Yorker. Things looked pretty good for me after that, for awhile. I married the girl I had dated from sophomore year in university and got a job fairly quickly. But my world came tumbling down around me. First I lost my job after Spider-Man disgraced me and proved that my interviewee duped me. My father disowned me, I got cancer, and then my wife left me. It’s been a hard year and a half. However, on the brink of destruction, I returned to my Catholic origins and went to ask forgiveness at church after considering suicide. I was then granted with a second chance at life when an alien bonded with me and started feeding off my illness.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
It was rather tedious.
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[/color][/font]I'M GIVING UP SLOWLY ,
I'M BLENDING IN SO YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW ME.[/color][/font]
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Hey hey hey, my name is edward[/COLOR],
and I am twenty-three years old. I
am of the human species. I have
been roleplaying for about five years.
now.
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
anythingelse?.
Dunder Mifflin
Oh, and this is my rp sample:
The lamp dimly illuminated the oak desk and Edward’s hand as his pen hovered over his journal. Defined muscles flexed as he stared down at a blank page, coughing as he racked his brain for a reason to put pen to paper. They said the pen was mightier than the sword, but now he was disarmed. What good did a pen do poised over an eager page. Its soft glow taunted him into submission. He resisted the urge to simply write nonsense for the sake of watching that liquid ink scrawl across the page.
Setting the black fountain pen down to rest, Eddie sat back in his chair. It gave a creak under his weight, as he raised his arms behind his head. He had half a mind to assign a paper to his ninth graders on Huckleberry Finn. It would give him a reason to write while grading papers… and there was always that student who had an inspiring stroke of genius, but was still too young to flesh it out. No… no, he was even still above doing it for them…
Setting the black fountain pen down to rest, Eddie sat back in his chair. It gave a creak under his weight, as he raised his arms behind his head. He had half a mind to assign a paper to his ninth graders on Huckleberry Finn. It would give him a reason to write while grading papers… and there was always that student who had an inspiring stroke of genius, but was still too young to flesh it out. No… no, he was even still above doing it for them…
