Post by noelle on Nov 9, 2010 16:55:02 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Mad / Noelle and this is my first character. I found this site through an ad on RPG Collection. Something you should know about me is that I've been RPing for quite some time now.
Canon: Mad Hatter from ‘‘Alice,’’ or Alice In Wonderland.
Custom Title: A zebra on the chessboard.
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty Four
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mad Murphy's physique itself doesn't earn him near as much attention as his clothing does; but he doesn't seem to consciously regard either of the two (as far as actual vanity goes--he does enjoy appearing crisp and clean). He's pretty average in stature--standing around 5'11'', and weighing in at 130 pounds--and possesses a somewhat peachy, fair complexion. More notable features include a pair of large, ‘‘doe-like’’ chocolate eyes, that are always either mischievous or endearing, or a mixture of the two; and a head of wispy, feathery auburn locks that are unkempt, in that charming, clean-roguish sort of way. If he is vain about anything, it's easily his eyes--they are very bright and lively, and while he is expressive enough without their utilization, they are valuable features by way of subliminal communication.
Wardrobe: Mad is an avid participant in the activity of ‘‘mix-matching,’’ and adorning multiple layers of clothing. There is hardly a part of his body that he ever leaves uncovered by some scrap of bit of attractive cloth. His favorite accessories include: bandanas, fingerless gloves (long sleeves with finger holes in them work just fine, too), multiple belts; and, of course, he wouldn't be Mad Murphy without a big old hat on his head. Call him tacky for so many bells and baubles; but usually he's able to pull certain looks off quite well. Some more common pieces are: button up shirts, a favored brown faux-leather jacket, combat boots, various hoodies, etc. A mixed bag, really. As for colors, he is rather partial to earthy tones--browns, autumn oranges, dark emeralds, gold, and royal purples. [/list]
Play By: Andrew-Lee Potts
PERSONALITY
General Personality: AFFABLE: Mad is definitely approachable. He carries himself in a smooth, easy-going manner that just seems to draw others in; or, makes them feel comfortable enough to allow him to come to them. He's a people-person, after all. The innate sense most likely was already present in his generally passive attitude; or, he developed it through his ease of communication and expression.
ECCENTRIC / FLAMBOYANT: Mr. Murphy isn't afraid of being a little zany. He loves entertaining and amusing as much as he enjoys being entertained and amused. Don't be surprised if he's off making faces, acting theatrical, doing little stunts, singing and dancing in public, marching about in a costume or strange clothing, et cetera. Sometimes he doesn't even do it on purpose - it's just the way his clock ticks, and he wouldn't give a shit anyway.
IDIOSYNCRATIC: At times, it's difficult to judge Mad's moods and inward plots by observing a previous one. To those who want an extremely stable person who won't change their minds or have you guessing, a relationship with him is not desirable. But if you hunger for a fresh outlook on life daily (perhaps even hourly), he's your man.
FRANK: Brutally honest, simply put. When Mr. Mad Murphy has something to say, chances are he won't hold back on it. He isn't one to bite his tongue, whether the subject is questionable or not. Of course, he does try to tip-toe around feelings occasionally; but his sole purpose for blurting something is to bring an important topic to someone's attention. He puts no stopper on his opinions, or emotions.
DEFIANT/REBELLIOUS: Mad has always had a ‘‘fuck you, I'll do what I want’’ attitude--on a more subtle level, of course. He doesn't like domineering authority, and will often go lengths to display his own independence--even if it means undesireable consequences. Tell him not to do something, and it isn't uncommon for him to wheel and perform the act just by design.
ADAMANT: Hayden is terribly stubborn. He sticks to his guns, in the end, and there is little out there that can dissuade him. He is relentless, one of the last to ever give up on something he is enthusiastic about or really believes in.
RELIABLE: Because of his adamance and perserverance, when it comes to responsibility, or a cry for help from those he loves, Mad is dependable. It takes a lot to back him down from something he's set his mind to, or has been asked to do for someone close to him.
[ Of course, Mad Murphy is not limited to these traits - they are just his primary basis of disposition. Naturally, different things come out in different situations. ]
Quotes, frequently used expressions: ‘‘I'm the zebra on the chessboard... Yes, of course there's such thing.’’
‘‘You, my friend, look like you could do well with a strong cup 'o tea.’’
‘‘A very merry Unbirthday!’’
‘‘I didn't do it!’’
‘‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’’ .. ‘‘Good! I don't know, either.’’
Likes: (please list at least three)
Dislikes: (please list at least three)
Strengths: Diplomacy, Affability, Creativity
Weaknesses: A Little Too Idealistic, Sometimes Too Affable (although he's savvy, he can think too highly of someone who may have been the one doing the deceiving), Trouble-Making
BACKGROUND
Family: Michael Murphy (Biological Father, Deceased); Evangeline Sweeney (Biological Mother, Deceased); Thomas Bogart (Adoptive Father, London)
Education: High School Graduate
Occupation: Con Man
Worst past experience: Spending a short time in juvenile hall (he refuses to discuss the charges in conversation).
Best past experience: Spending an entire week, quite happily, at the coast with his parents--shortly before they died.
Image: Mad is a bit of an enigma to most. Affable, quirky, and generally likable; but the bane of any honest working person's existence.
History: Hayden, or Mad Murphy, was born on Halloween of 1986, in London, England. The son of a photojournalist and stay-at-home-artist-mother, he had a fairly well rounded childhood. He had a fairly easy time in all academics, being very bright, and was sociable as any child. The family was happy, and although not altogether wealthy, they enjoyed what possessions they did have without much of a qualm. That is, until Hayden's stereotypical boyhood mischief turned to not-so-understandable petty thievery and other miniscule crimes.
It was all fun and games, really. Mad honestly just enjoyed devising clever ways to take things, and then give them back shortly after. The thievery died away with some maturity later on, but he did enjoy continuing to trick others out of their wits (and, on occasion, items). It was a pathological thing, almost; but Mad never lied, or tried to defend himself when he had been caught in the wrong. So, after a while, his parents simply corrected the problem with appropriate discipline, and it ceased for some while--really only out of his respect for them, and a rather traumatic short stay in the kiddie slammer.
The peace, however, was not to last. At the end of summer in his 15th year, after a very pleasant stay at the coast with his parents and some other family, Mad received grave news. Coming back from a party at Michael Murphy's place of business, the couple were hit head on while coming round a bend. In his devastation and uprooting to some distant relative's house, he took up his pathology all over again.
It was around this time that he also began to have the dreams of a place called Wonderland. He learned in the dreams that he was a ‘‘character,’’ or person, rather, called The Mad Hatter, and was just as tricky and amusing as himself. He began calling himself ‘‘Mad’’ in the waking world, simply because he did have tendency to be quite bonkers sometimes, and it just caught on.
Living with his great Uncle twice removed (or something like that), Thomas Bogart, Mad graduated his secondary school, and went on working odd jobs around London. Most of them involved petty little swindle jobs to unsuspecting customers--harmless, really, nothing like fake medicine or something cruel like that. He was good with saving money, and was quite well off on his own by the time he decided to move across the sea. Still, his Uncle was rather wealthy, and assisted him in said excursion to New York City, without really knowing why.
The truth behind it is something Mad really doesn't enjoy discussing. Telling someone you have a best friend in a dream world, who told you she was moving to New York, and so there the decision was born was not something an average person would often confide; and, although he was eccentric enough on a daily basis, even he had his pride. So he moved to New York, and resumed his occupation (if you could call it that) as a con man. It's easy in New York. So many fresh faces to make a living off of. His nocturnal adventures (and misadventures) seem to assist in clearing his daily conscience.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: The rain--there were colors in the rain. For a long while this day, Hayden, or Mad Murphy had esteemed the splashing rainbows, the shimmering droplets of hissing pigmentation steaming on the American blacktop highway. Now, however, he was beginning to sink further into the confines of his mind. The enchantment of the hued effects was now rather disenchanting, especially as he found that he could no longer respirate properly out of his nose. He'd found it briefly amusing to pronounce strange words to himself in this condition; however, quite understandably, the English youth was now near desperate to find shelter from the downpour.
Unfortunately, the concept of a sanctuary on this rural two-lane road was ridiculous. Eventually submitting to his defeat and fatigue, Mad ceased his repetitive, monotonous movements and pulled his hood--and half of the jacket along with it--up over his head, blinking rainbow drops out of the thick eyelashes that rimmed his chocolate eyes. They gazed imploringly down the stretch of road in the direction he'd already traversed, and planned to continue doing so--whether or not he got picked up in the few minutes he decided to just stop and wait. There had been a very sparse flow of traffic down this lonely way; however, he continued to adamantly stare, even prematurely sticking out a hitchhiker thumb, adding an extra ‘‘oomph’’ to his begging expression.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhzzzzzzz. The rain aggressively turned into a thousand stinging hornets, playing suicide games with the melancholy figure and the blacktop he set one booted foot on. The other pressed into the mucky, slippery Carolina clay that bordered the highway, slipping further the more his discouraged shoulders began to slump. ‘‘D'oh, bloody hell.’’ Mad irritably adjusted his jacket a second time. The gesture was in vain, because by now every article of clothing and item he possessed was soaked completely through by now. Stubborn and resilient, though, the male continued his looming escapade, standing with his knees locked and his upper torso suddenly erecting itself. His face leveled upward, jaw clenching in either anger or shuddering convulsions, and he blatantly stared down that stretch of road, just daring something to not come along.
Alas! Eventually, his cause and determination proved to not be in vain. After nearly being washed away in his own mixture of a synesthetic dream and nightmare, the blaring headlights pierced the veil of mother nature's tears. The vehicle was barreling, and he was quite sure it would either miss or ignore him; however, to his relief, the black beetle slowly decelerated, whining to a halt with his figure at the flank. For a moment he was content to bask in the warm exhaust; but a recollection of his goal set him quickly inside.
‘‘Hullo!’’ he chirped cheerily, despite the weather and a driver with a disgruntled expression. You didn't have to pick me up, grinchy. His own thoughts entertained him, and with slightly dimpled cheeks he beamed. ‘‘Thanks for the pick up... say, by any chance... would New York be your destination, too?’’
Hayden ‘‘Mad’’ Murphy
| Middle Class |
| Middle Class |
Canon: Mad Hatter from ‘‘Alice,’’ or Alice In Wonderland.
Custom Title: A zebra on the chessboard.
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty Four
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mad Murphy's physique itself doesn't earn him near as much attention as his clothing does; but he doesn't seem to consciously regard either of the two (as far as actual vanity goes--he does enjoy appearing crisp and clean). He's pretty average in stature--standing around 5'11'', and weighing in at 130 pounds--and possesses a somewhat peachy, fair complexion. More notable features include a pair of large, ‘‘doe-like’’ chocolate eyes, that are always either mischievous or endearing, or a mixture of the two; and a head of wispy, feathery auburn locks that are unkempt, in that charming, clean-roguish sort of way. If he is vain about anything, it's easily his eyes--they are very bright and lively, and while he is expressive enough without their utilization, they are valuable features by way of subliminal communication.
Wardrobe: Mad is an avid participant in the activity of ‘‘mix-matching,’’ and adorning multiple layers of clothing. There is hardly a part of his body that he ever leaves uncovered by some scrap of bit of attractive cloth. His favorite accessories include: bandanas, fingerless gloves (long sleeves with finger holes in them work just fine, too), multiple belts; and, of course, he wouldn't be Mad Murphy without a big old hat on his head. Call him tacky for so many bells and baubles; but usually he's able to pull certain looks off quite well. Some more common pieces are: button up shirts, a favored brown faux-leather jacket, combat boots, various hoodies, etc. A mixed bag, really. As for colors, he is rather partial to earthy tones--browns, autumn oranges, dark emeralds, gold, and royal purples. [/list]
Play By: Andrew-Lee Potts
PERSONALITY
General Personality: AFFABLE: Mad is definitely approachable. He carries himself in a smooth, easy-going manner that just seems to draw others in; or, makes them feel comfortable enough to allow him to come to them. He's a people-person, after all. The innate sense most likely was already present in his generally passive attitude; or, he developed it through his ease of communication and expression.
ECCENTRIC / FLAMBOYANT: Mr. Murphy isn't afraid of being a little zany. He loves entertaining and amusing as much as he enjoys being entertained and amused. Don't be surprised if he's off making faces, acting theatrical, doing little stunts, singing and dancing in public, marching about in a costume or strange clothing, et cetera. Sometimes he doesn't even do it on purpose - it's just the way his clock ticks, and he wouldn't give a shit anyway.
IDIOSYNCRATIC: At times, it's difficult to judge Mad's moods and inward plots by observing a previous one. To those who want an extremely stable person who won't change their minds or have you guessing, a relationship with him is not desirable. But if you hunger for a fresh outlook on life daily (perhaps even hourly), he's your man.
FRANK: Brutally honest, simply put. When Mr. Mad Murphy has something to say, chances are he won't hold back on it. He isn't one to bite his tongue, whether the subject is questionable or not. Of course, he does try to tip-toe around feelings occasionally; but his sole purpose for blurting something is to bring an important topic to someone's attention. He puts no stopper on his opinions, or emotions.
DEFIANT/REBELLIOUS: Mad has always had a ‘‘fuck you, I'll do what I want’’ attitude--on a more subtle level, of course. He doesn't like domineering authority, and will often go lengths to display his own independence--even if it means undesireable consequences. Tell him not to do something, and it isn't uncommon for him to wheel and perform the act just by design.
ADAMANT: Hayden is terribly stubborn. He sticks to his guns, in the end, and there is little out there that can dissuade him. He is relentless, one of the last to ever give up on something he is enthusiastic about or really believes in.
RELIABLE: Because of his adamance and perserverance, when it comes to responsibility, or a cry for help from those he loves, Mad is dependable. It takes a lot to back him down from something he's set his mind to, or has been asked to do for someone close to him.
[ Of course, Mad Murphy is not limited to these traits - they are just his primary basis of disposition. Naturally, different things come out in different situations. ]
Quotes, frequently used expressions: ‘‘I'm the zebra on the chessboard... Yes, of course there's such thing.’’
‘‘You, my friend, look like you could do well with a strong cup 'o tea.’’
‘‘A very merry Unbirthday!’’
‘‘I didn't do it!’’
‘‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’’ .. ‘‘Good! I don't know, either.’’
Likes: (please list at least three)
- Tea Time
- Travel/Aimless Excursions
- Eccentric Clothing (Hats Especially)
- Celebrations/Festivities
- Mischief
Dislikes: (please list at least three)
- Authority/Domination/Lack of (Self) Control
- Extreme Hot or Cold Weather
- Inactivity, Lack of Stimulation
- Black&White/Good&Evil Mentality
- Poor Hygiene
Strengths: Diplomacy, Affability, Creativity
Weaknesses: A Little Too Idealistic, Sometimes Too Affable (although he's savvy, he can think too highly of someone who may have been the one doing the deceiving), Trouble-Making
BACKGROUND
Family: Michael Murphy (Biological Father, Deceased); Evangeline Sweeney (Biological Mother, Deceased); Thomas Bogart (Adoptive Father, London)
Education: High School Graduate
Occupation: Con Man
Worst past experience: Spending a short time in juvenile hall (he refuses to discuss the charges in conversation).
Best past experience: Spending an entire week, quite happily, at the coast with his parents--shortly before they died.
Image: Mad is a bit of an enigma to most. Affable, quirky, and generally likable; but the bane of any honest working person's existence.
History: Hayden, or Mad Murphy, was born on Halloween of 1986, in London, England. The son of a photojournalist and stay-at-home-artist-mother, he had a fairly well rounded childhood. He had a fairly easy time in all academics, being very bright, and was sociable as any child. The family was happy, and although not altogether wealthy, they enjoyed what possessions they did have without much of a qualm. That is, until Hayden's stereotypical boyhood mischief turned to not-so-understandable petty thievery and other miniscule crimes.
It was all fun and games, really. Mad honestly just enjoyed devising clever ways to take things, and then give them back shortly after. The thievery died away with some maturity later on, but he did enjoy continuing to trick others out of their wits (and, on occasion, items). It was a pathological thing, almost; but Mad never lied, or tried to defend himself when he had been caught in the wrong. So, after a while, his parents simply corrected the problem with appropriate discipline, and it ceased for some while--really only out of his respect for them, and a rather traumatic short stay in the kiddie slammer.
The peace, however, was not to last. At the end of summer in his 15th year, after a very pleasant stay at the coast with his parents and some other family, Mad received grave news. Coming back from a party at Michael Murphy's place of business, the couple were hit head on while coming round a bend. In his devastation and uprooting to some distant relative's house, he took up his pathology all over again.
It was around this time that he also began to have the dreams of a place called Wonderland. He learned in the dreams that he was a ‘‘character,’’ or person, rather, called The Mad Hatter, and was just as tricky and amusing as himself. He began calling himself ‘‘Mad’’ in the waking world, simply because he did have tendency to be quite bonkers sometimes, and it just caught on.
Living with his great Uncle twice removed (or something like that), Thomas Bogart, Mad graduated his secondary school, and went on working odd jobs around London. Most of them involved petty little swindle jobs to unsuspecting customers--harmless, really, nothing like fake medicine or something cruel like that. He was good with saving money, and was quite well off on his own by the time he decided to move across the sea. Still, his Uncle was rather wealthy, and assisted him in said excursion to New York City, without really knowing why.
The truth behind it is something Mad really doesn't enjoy discussing. Telling someone you have a best friend in a dream world, who told you she was moving to New York, and so there the decision was born was not something an average person would often confide; and, although he was eccentric enough on a daily basis, even he had his pride. So he moved to New York, and resumed his occupation (if you could call it that) as a con man. It's easy in New York. So many fresh faces to make a living off of. His nocturnal adventures (and misadventures) seem to assist in clearing his daily conscience.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: The rain--there were colors in the rain. For a long while this day, Hayden, or Mad Murphy had esteemed the splashing rainbows, the shimmering droplets of hissing pigmentation steaming on the American blacktop highway. Now, however, he was beginning to sink further into the confines of his mind. The enchantment of the hued effects was now rather disenchanting, especially as he found that he could no longer respirate properly out of his nose. He'd found it briefly amusing to pronounce strange words to himself in this condition; however, quite understandably, the English youth was now near desperate to find shelter from the downpour.
Unfortunately, the concept of a sanctuary on this rural two-lane road was ridiculous. Eventually submitting to his defeat and fatigue, Mad ceased his repetitive, monotonous movements and pulled his hood--and half of the jacket along with it--up over his head, blinking rainbow drops out of the thick eyelashes that rimmed his chocolate eyes. They gazed imploringly down the stretch of road in the direction he'd already traversed, and planned to continue doing so--whether or not he got picked up in the few minutes he decided to just stop and wait. There had been a very sparse flow of traffic down this lonely way; however, he continued to adamantly stare, even prematurely sticking out a hitchhiker thumb, adding an extra ‘‘oomph’’ to his begging expression.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhzzzzzzz. The rain aggressively turned into a thousand stinging hornets, playing suicide games with the melancholy figure and the blacktop he set one booted foot on. The other pressed into the mucky, slippery Carolina clay that bordered the highway, slipping further the more his discouraged shoulders began to slump. ‘‘D'oh, bloody hell.’’ Mad irritably adjusted his jacket a second time. The gesture was in vain, because by now every article of clothing and item he possessed was soaked completely through by now. Stubborn and resilient, though, the male continued his looming escapade, standing with his knees locked and his upper torso suddenly erecting itself. His face leveled upward, jaw clenching in either anger or shuddering convulsions, and he blatantly stared down that stretch of road, just daring something to not come along.
Alas! Eventually, his cause and determination proved to not be in vain. After nearly being washed away in his own mixture of a synesthetic dream and nightmare, the blaring headlights pierced the veil of mother nature's tears. The vehicle was barreling, and he was quite sure it would either miss or ignore him; however, to his relief, the black beetle slowly decelerated, whining to a halt with his figure at the flank. For a moment he was content to bask in the warm exhaust; but a recollection of his goal set him quickly inside.
‘‘Hullo!’’ he chirped cheerily, despite the weather and a driver with a disgruntled expression. You didn't have to pick me up, grinchy. His own thoughts entertained him, and with slightly dimpled cheeks he beamed. ‘‘Thanks for the pick up... say, by any chance... would New York be your destination, too?’’
