PETER LOCKHART

[Peter Lockhart]

( PETER HARRISON LOCKHART )
is the name, nice to meet you too.

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SAY WE MET AT THE BAR ,
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SO, WHATS YOUR NAME?[/COLOR]
The name is Peter Harrison Lockhart, and I’m sure you’ve heard of it if you’ve read any of my stories in the paper. And if you’ve got any sense of literacy and passion to know what’s going on in Gotham – you have. It’s a good name – a perfect journalist’s name if you ask me.
GOT ANY NICKNAMES?[/COLOR]
Sometimes people think they’re being cute and call me “Pete” or “Petey”, but in my opinion, those are juvenile nicknames. I really just prefer “Peter” or “Gotham’s Greatest Journalist”.
THANKS. JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?[/COLOR]
I’m thirty-nine, and before you open your mouth about that, it’s nowhere close to being old. I’m experienced. I’m not just a dumb kid anymore. I’m at a good respectful age, okay? So show some respect.
JUST TO MAKE SURE – MALE OR FEMALE?[/COLOR]
I’m sorry if it wasn’t obvious enough that I am male.
EXCELLENT. WHAT WAY DO YOU SWING?[/COLOR]
I’m extremely heterosexual. I have to tell you – women really appreciate a man who can write and really tell stories like I can.
WAIT A MINUTE – YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU BEFORE?[/COLOR]
I get it all the time – “You look like Robert Downey Jr!” Ticks me off, really. Robert Downey Jr doesn’t have the talent I have. Not even close.

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COME ON AND FLY WITH ME ,
AS WE MAKE OUR GREAT ESCAPE.[/color][/font]
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HOW LONG HAVE YOU LIVED IN GOTHAM?[/COLOR]
Born and raised – so, thirty-nine years in case you were too dumb to do the math.
SURE, SURE. AND DO YOU HAVE A JOB?[/COLOR]
Of course I have a job – didn’t I just mention something about being the greatest journalist in Gotham? Wake up. I’m a journalist. I mainly go over the stories of the crime scene here in Gotham. And what a scene it is.
UH HUH. YOU LIKE IT THERE?[/COLOR]
Of course I do. The pay is great, and I have no intention of letting the press down, because with all the amazingly print-worthy stuff that’s gathering in Gotham right now, they need me.

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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]
If you mean great, then yes – generally. Even when it’s messy it looks great. I think it really adds to the whole studly appeal, don’t you think? It can be kind of hard to manage sometimes, but all in all, I can’t complain because no matter what it does, it suits me.
THEY SAY THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. TELL ME ABOUT YOURS.[/COLOR]
Well, I have brown eyes – a very dominant gene, and since both my parents had brown eyes, it was more likely than not that I would too. My father always used to tell me I had “curious eyes”, and I suppose it could be a representation of my curious nature. Which is why I went into journalism, of course, which is exciting as well. So I guess your little “the eyes are the windows to the sould” thing, however cliché, is true to an extent.
AH. SO WHAT WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOUR BODY BUILD TO BE?[/COLOR]
Well, I am slender, but I do have a little muscle to this figure from going to the gym twice a week. Not a lot, but enough to keep in shape. I’m five foot eight and a half in case you were wondering that too, which isn’t incredibly tall, but you’d be amazed at how it helps with agility and fitting into small spaces for great eavesdropping for even greater journalism.
GREAT. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL STYLE?[/COLOR]
I would describe it as being fantastic. Whenever I’m at particularly important events, I always have a nice suit that I can wear – I wear a little more casual suits to work, but when I’m out getting the stories that make the papers sell, I like to go a little more casual. I am not by any means a t-shirt and jeans sort of guy, but I will wear a t-shirt with a jacket and some jeans. I prefer freshly-polished, nice shoes, and whenever I am wearing anything else, you can bet it’s going to be expensive and it will look good.
I SEE. ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?[/COLOR]
My smile. Okay, maybe it’s not so much as a distinguishing feature as it is a fantastic one. I don’t have any unsightly scars or even any tattoos because I think I’d regret those when I’m ninety years old and not quite as attractive anymore. People probably recognize me by my determined grin.
WHAT, IN YOUR OPINION, WOULD PEOPLE THINK OF YOU AT FIRST SIGHT?[/COLOR]
In my opinion? It depends if they’re of the female or male variety, I think. Females tend to love me, males tend to hate me, and sometimes they’re just jealous. My determination always comes across right away and so does my dedication to my job. I take it seriously, because it pays well, and there’s nothing like a well-researched and excellently written story. Sometimes people find me to be a little arrogant and closed-minded, and I guess to an extent, they’d be right. As a journalist, I make it my priority to only take in pertinent information and I have to lock up at a certain point so I don’t become biased. There is nothing worse than a biased journalist – other than an illiterate one, of course.

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YOU'RE DOING GREAT. NOW TELL ME ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU LIKE.[/COLOR]
1 – My job. There is nothing more fulfilling than getting out there and collecting information for a story and having all my work be worth it when it’s printed in the paper and then the paper sells like hotcakes.
2 – Coffee. Where would I be without it? When there’s a great story out there to collect, one can’t afford to fall asleep at inopportune moments, can they? Of course not – so coffee is definitely a contributing factor to where I am today.
3 – Myself. Confidence is important. You have to believe in what you’re doing, in what you’re writing and the way you come across, or else people will have you pinned as a fake, or as being just plain awful. When you’re confident, nothing can hold you back. And I don’t like being held back by anything, really. Plus, I’m intelligent, brave and handsome. The whole package.
4 – Disasters and crime. If there were no heroes, no villains and no disasters, what would I have to write about? Where would I get my big fat paycheck from every week? That would pose to be quite the problem. Disasters and crime are what really get my blood pumping. Kind of like the adrenaline junkies who love going to horror movies. The bad things that happen in this city are what make it interesting, and I wouldn’t leave here for anything. It’s a journalism hotspot.
5 – Women. I’m not a huge player or anything, and I do have some relationships here and there, but my job keeps me busy, and hook-ups keep me going. There’s almost nothing more poetic than a beautiful woman, especially if she’s as interested in you as you are in her. Plus, it gives me someone to talk to. I like them all, though – the dim-witted ones who are easier to brag to, and the intelligent ones who can provide intelligent and stimulating conversation.
MHM. WHAT ABOUT THE THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE?[/COLOR]
1 – Resolution. With no problems, there are no stories. When things get resolved, things get boring. Everybody’s happy, and it’s like a ridiculous fairytale with a perfect ending. Life isn’t like that. Resolution is fake, in my opinion, but when something happens that represents it in any way, it can’t possibly last for long. Resolution is just the eye of the storm. It’s the big fat lie disguised as a peaceful moment. But with time, it moves somewhere else and you’re back in the heavy winds and freezing rain. And I’ll be waiting for you there.
2 – Being told what to do. I play by my own rules, and so far it hasn’t failed me. It is extremely irritating when people think they have some kind of authority over me. I never let anyone have that kind of power, because that really traps a person. My advice is you do things the way you want to do them and it’ll be appreciated somewhere down the line.
3 – People who can’t accept the truth. It puts journalists like me in an awkward way, and I generally just can’t stand it. I also dislike similar things like people being in denial when the truth is obvious, people who lie about the truth because it’s not the truth they want to hear – overall, it’s just people not accepting the truth.
4 – Illiteracy. This is a huge pet peeve of mine, as a writer. I hate it when people don’t take the time to write coherently. I think we’ve pretty much all been through high school here, and unless you flunked English, you have absolutely no excuse to write using numbers instead of letters and all that crazy nonsense.
5 – Getting beat. I’m extremely competitive, and there is nothing more devastating when other journalists get to a story before I do. Luckily, this doesn’t happen often because I’m very good at what I do, but when it does… it’s very unsettling. The only way I can fix it really is by going down to a bar and dissolving my issue in the amber liquid. Doesn’t sound like a great way to fix it, and it certainly sounds more like avoidance than anything, but it works.
GREAT. NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT.[/COLOR]
Bravery – I’m incredibly brave. I don’t let dangerous situations deter me from getting what I need, and it always comes in handy.
Journalism – Need I say more? I’ve already mentioned my job several times, and I’m good at it. Must be why I still have the job, right? I also get paid quite generously.
NOW YOUR WEAKNESSES. I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING SO LONG.[/COLOR]
Stubborn – I won’t take no for an answer. Ever. It can be as much of a strength as it can be a weakness, but as far as other people go, it is considered a weakness. It can be very irksome to others.
Arrogant – There’s no way you’ll be able to talk me out of my view of myself and my work, because I’ve already acknowledged the fact I deserve all the praise (and all the money) I receive for what I do. I’m great, and that’s a truth you’ll just have to accept.
YEAH..DO YOU HAVE ANY GOALS THAT YOU WISH TO ACCOMPLISH?[/COLOR]
I’m always aiming higher. I want to become even better known, and I want to be able to look back on pile upon pile of great stories that I’ve covered. I want to be remembered.
MMM..WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
No matter how brave or hard-headed I can be, I am a little afraid of death. The way I go about my job can be pretty dangerous at times, and it only takes one mistake or one unfortunate moment to screw everything up. I’m also afraid of failure. In any form, I am utterly afraid of it. I have a great amount of self-esteem, and there’s nothing like failure to bring that down to an unhealthy minimum. It can be kind of hard for me to pick myself up after that, truth be told.
HAVE ANY HABITS OR QUIRKS? DON'T WORRY, I HAVE TOO.[/COLOR]
I tend to click retractable pens like crazy if I’m holding them. I’ve had them ripped out of my hand before because it’s driven people insane. Let’s see – for these kinds of questions you have to be pretty self-aware – I cross my legs in a 4 shape pretty much every time I sit down, or else I’m uncomfortable. Whenever there’s an awkward silence, I clear my throat. I clear my throat a lot, actually. Maybe I should drink more water…?
EVERYONE HAS DEEP DARK SECRETS, RIGHT? YOURS? DON'T WORRY, I WON'T TELL A SOUL.[/COLOR]
You won’t tell anybody? Probably because it’s not actually gossip-worthy. I’m a bit higher on the journalism chain than dealing with petty gossip, but I know what’s worth telling and what isn’t. I actually can be a bit of a nicer guy than I let on. Terribly dark, isn’t it? Yes, that was sarcasm. One of my defense mechanisms is being an asshole. You had better not tell anyone that, though. A promise is a promise.
COULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN ONE WORD?[/COLOR]
Amazing.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF, OVERALL.[/COLOR]
I’m a journalist, through and through. There’s not really a moment where I’m off the clock, on a break. I keep my ears open and my eyes peeled at all times, because really, good stories happen when the journalists aren’t paying attention. I’ve learned that from the mistakes of others. Which brings me to another fact about myself – I’m perceptive enough to see what the other guys are doing wrong so I don’t make the same mistakes. There’s nothing I hate more than looking like a rookie, but I haven’t looked like an amateur since I actually was one. That’s a great thing, in my opinion. I’ve come a long way from when I first started.

I’m aware of the world, but I’m calculating – I don’t really take into account the feelings of others, because frankly – I don’t really care. That can definitely rub people the wrong way often, and it does. The better people are able to push past it and the unfortunate people have to deal with it anyway because they either work with me or are stuck with me for some reason or another. That being said, I do sometimes go out of my way to push people’s buttons if they’re big red and flashing, if you know what I mean. There’s obvious things that annoy people and make them mad, and I get enjoyment out of being the cause of that. I’m just being honest with you here. It’s pretty great knowing that I can have that much power over someone.

What else can I say? I’m not that much of a committed relationship type person, but I’m certainly not one to cheat either. I do have that much respect for the women I actually choose to date. My job keeps me busy and I’ve yet to meet a woman who intrigues me nearly as much as my job does, and I suppose that’s something I’m looking for right now. Relationships certainly don’t come as a first in my life, or even as a second. I’m mostly the type of guy to have hook-ups here and there because relationships take a lot of work. I don’t shy away from hard work by any means, I just know my limitations and I certainly don’t have time to work hard on a relationship, especially when I’m not interested in building a sturdy one at the moment. My job comes first, and I think that’s pretty evident.

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DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?[/COLOR]
I am an only child, and once you hear what my mother did, I think you’ll understand why.
DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN?[/COLOR]
No way.
LOVELY. MANY PEOPLE HAVE PETS – DO YOU?[/COLOR]
Don’t have time to take care of a pet – much like I wouldn’t have time or interest in taking care of a child.
FASCINATING. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING, BUT WHAT'S YOUR BACKGROUND?[/COLOR]
I’m Caucasian, and I believe I have a bit of Irish and Scottish in the mix, there. Weird combination, I know.
WELL, ALMOST DONE. BUT WHERE DO YOU LIVE APART FROM HERE?[/COLOR]
I have a really great apartment here in Gotham.
DO, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. DON'T WORRY, THIS IS THE LAST THING THAT I WILL BE ASKING.[/COLOR]
I was born to Linda Hamilton and Nathan Lockhart thirty-nine years ago right here in Gotham city. That’s right – they weren’t married. Scandalous. My mother didn’t want me at all, and my father didn’t have that different of a view, but after my mother left him with me, he decided that he would take care of me and raise me regardless of how unready he was to have a child. In my opinion he did a pretty fair job. I’m still alive, after all. Since my mother left, it was just me and my dad, who worked at a factory getting a decent pay but not quite enough to allow us to live in full comfort. He was always complaining about our financial situation, something I didn’t really start thinking about until I was around ten. I went to school just like any other kid, made friends just like any other kid, yet I knew somehow my situation was a little bit different. We certainly weren’t the poorest family around, but I noticed I didn’t have a lot of the luxuries the other kids at school did. I also became painfully aware of the fact I didn’t have a mother like most everyone else.

Despite my differences, I fit in pretty well at school and as I got older, I learned how to manipulate people a little bit. I used to my advantage until some people just couldn’t stand me. I pretty much had the strings to every puppet in school if you want to use some sort of metaphor like that. I knew the stories, I knew the backgrounds, and I knew how to make them work to my advantage. I was such a busybody – I had my nose in everything and my foot in every door. If you want to know about my grades, I did just fine – fine enough to get accepted into a college for journalism, a career that my high school counselor suggested for me after several talks the principal had with me about getting into things that “weren’t my business”. I wasn’t that much of a troublemaker though. I just didn’t know how to harness my ability, but as I got older, I became better at that.

Through high school, I had my share of girlfriends and through college; the girlfriends were replaced with numerous hookups. I had quite a name around college and being the opportunistic guy I am, I took full advantage of that. I always had a thirst for being noticed – for sticking out, and being appreciated. I didn’t really care what I was being appreciated for, as long as I was being appreciated and getting that attention that was my driving force. I developed quite the ability for getting attention for giving attention – which is what great journalism is all about. After graduating college, I already had job offers from a few of the better known papers around Gotham, and I took no hesitation in selecting the one with the biggest paycheck. That way, I would be able to afford the luxuries I had always missed out on in my childhood. The ones I always believed I deserved.

After getting started at my job, I was irritated to find that I didn’t fit in as well as I did during school and college. I took that as a challenge, though. I decided I had to earn the respect from my co-workers and boss, so I did everything in my power to be the best journalist I could be and I think I succeeded. I garnered the respect that I was after, and I could tell there were a few who were jealous of my talents, or just disliked me for other reasons, but I found for the most part, the people who really mattered were the ones who liked me, and that’s all that really counts in my book. You have to put on the charm for the people that matter or you’ll never get to climb that proverbial career ladder. So now, I’m covering every story I can get my hands on as far as the Gotham crime scene goes – and what a scene it is. I have every intention to succeed with my endeavors, and so far I have been – no big surprise.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.[/COLOR]
My time is valuable. Thanks for not wasting it and letting me talk about myself.

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Hey hey hey, my name is Red[/COLOR],
and I am seventeen years old. I
am of the female species. I have
been roleplaying for about seven
now. My other characters here are nonexistent.
Anyways, I have a couple of things to say:
Hi. Hello. Bonjour..
So...bye! See you guys around.

Oh, and this is my rp sample:

Halloween. The perfect excuse. For what, you may ask? Many things. Such as, eating all the candy one desires, or women dressing up in ways they couldn’t easily get away with on any other day. However shallow it may sound, the latter was definitely one of Tony Stark’s favorite things about Halloween. He considered the holiday to be one of very good tastes and traditions, and he wasn’t one to stray from tradition… well, he was. But not traditions like these. Every year, Tony held a costume party for Halloween, and every year it was a huge success. In his opinion, anyway. It stressed his personal assistant out more than he cared to take note of, and he was always trying to find ways to de-stress her and allow her to take part in the fun that these parties offered. Pepper Potts wasn’t really the type of girl that loved to party and despite the fact Tony was fully aware of this, he attempted to change it. It was pretty much his personal mission every time a rather fun opportunity presented itself. This was a huge opportunity, and he was expecting Pepper to dress up in the spirit of what Halloween was all about.
Currently, Tony was in his bedroom putting on his own costume so he would be prepared for when the guests started to arrive. It was still a couple hours until the party was arranged to start, but some people had a tendency to show up early to Tony Stark’s parties. That was just the way things worked. He was wearing a red silk housecoat with intricate patterns overtop a white button-up shirt with a bowtie and a pair of black slacks. This outfit was his costume for the one and only Hugh Hefner – he thought it was a rather brilliant costume idea, and couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t thought of it before. No one could deny that it was the perfect costume for him, even though he had gone as himself for Halloween the previous year, as his ego needed some stroking then… as it always does.
After getting his costume on, Tony left his bedroom and wandered over to the main portion of the house where the parties were always held mainly. Occasionally, people would run off and make use of the bedrooms after having a fair amount to drink, but for the most part the party guests were gathered here. Just as he had been expecting, Pepper was in there, decorating for the party. Everything was looking quite fantastic, but it was unfinished, and he knew Pepper wouldn’t cease the decorating until she considered everything to be absolutely perfect for the party. Tony appreciated the fact she wanted everything to be perfect, but he couldn’t figure out why she would try so hard to set up for a party that she always ended up disapproving of. Of course, Tony was beginning to believe that it was in Pepper’s job description to disapprove of 95% of everything he ever does. “You are going to dress up, right?” He asked, watching Pepper’s rather concentrated expression as she decorated. “I’m going to need a few playboy bunnies to make this costume work, after all. Maybe you could give me a hand?”

[Peter Bishop]

accepted!