Post by Chael de la Courcel on Oct 11, 2010 21:02:44 GMT
Name: Chael de la Courcel
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Class: Nobility
Appearance: Chael stands at a flat five-foot-nine, which is somewhat shorter than what most men typically are in his homeland. He's self-conscious of his height because of this. Otherwise, Chael has light blue eyes, dark ebony hair that's often kept short and cleanly in appearance, and tends to have groomed facial hair.
Played by Jonathan Rhys Meyer
Character: Chael's a charming man with an extraordinary ability at swordsmanship and archery. He has a way with words and is an able diplomat. He's an extremely loyal and steadfast man whom would never betray his closest companions and family. Yet, he has a weakness for women and the want for true love that's not simply a marriage out of convenience; after all, a marriage and an heir is expected of him eventually considering his high status. Otherwise, Chael's extremely companionable and loves to get himself dirty and physical with others since childhood.
Strengths and Weaknesses: His physical prowress and unmatched skill at swordsmanship are two of his strengths alongside his steadfast loyalty and status. Chael's weaknesses though are easily the facts that he's lovesick and longing to become more than what he is such as the heroes and legends told in tales; the same ones he's heard from minstrels.
Magic: None.
Weaponry Skills: Swordsmanship and Archery
Character History: Chael was the first son of House Courcel, cousin to Joscelin Trevalion and adored nephew of their king. He was raised well and treated kindly by his mother and father, and by the rest of his family. He was loved and spoiled as well, which led to some appetites that most cannot sate without the proper coin. Nonetheless, as Chael became older and more versed with the world around him, he grew to love certain things of both the upper and lower echelons of society. Now, though, Chael wishes to be more like his cousin Joscelin and follow him out into the world, leaving behind what he knows to explore Camelot, although not entirely for himself either for the king longs to know of Joscelin as well, and if the golden tongued lordling has kept his promises.
Well, Chael would know soon enough...
Additional Information: N/A
Sample Roleplay: The speaker crackled and hissed with life when the dispatcher's voice punched through. It was word about some would be hacker whom was snooping about where their nose shouldn't be. Normally Jack would have ignored such calls and allowed it to be picked it up by one of the rookies, but he had a quota to fill out and nothing to do. That and he thought it would be a good enough reason to stretch his legs; after all, he was weary of sitting for so long. So, Jack sought the receiver and lifted it to his mouth, speaking into it.
"Ten-four, dispatcher." Jack said before setting down the receiver thereafter.
He wasn't expecting much. Honestly, Jack simply thought he'd find some slob behind a desk that looked more like a lunch tray when compared to his girth. Yeah, maybe Jack was kind of an asshole when he jumped to conclusions when he thought of others, but he didn't have much hope for those who sat behind a desk throughout all hours of the day...especially those who shouldn't be doing what they...well, shouldn't be doing. So, Jack simply thought the moment he'd approach the man that he would set things straight right away.
If only things were that simple.
He pulled up before a stout town house and lolled his head back against his seat. He stared out the window at it, considering the size and look of it. It wasn't a bad place whatsoever. In fact, it looked rather cozy on the outside and even welcoming. It was in a typically better part of the neighborhood too, but then again one wouldn't really find a hacker sitting behind a desk in the projects; after all, most people were a product of their enviroment. So, this one person undoubtedly had some cash and was well off. The guy was probably only bored and a warning may set him straight the moment he'd shit his pants at the sight of Jack.
It's what he thought as he stepped out of his cruiser and pushed the door shut.
It was late at night, which was typically the norm for Jack's schedule at work. He didn't exactly mind it though. It wasn't like he did much in the morning anyway, and although he occasionally worked the day shift, there were times that he did prefer the graveyard shift. After all, it was easier to come across assholes who actually thought they could get away with things.
Just like this slob.
He walked up the path toward the town house and lolled his head to look to and fro. There was no one about. So, maybe whoever was snooping around was still home, or so he hoped. He took his receiver once more when making note of a narrow stairwell that led to the second floor, which meant the townhouse was split into two apartments. It still didn't exactly take away from the luxury of it though. He stared up at the second floor.
"Dispatcher, which floor is the IP address coming from?" He asked.
There was a pause and then the speaker hissed once again.
"The second," the dispatcher said, filling his ear.
Good. That meant it would be harder for the slob to escape if he tried. He moved for the stairwell then, unlatching the small gate at the foot of steps before moving up the steps. When he reached the landing, Jack moved for the door with that cock sure gait he always had...a stride full of confidence. He stood before it, straightened and firmed his mouth into a line as he lifted his hand and rung the door bell before solidly knocking on the door.
He gave no warning...at least not yet...although, maybe it would have been wise to do so. Then again, there was the fact that some used the warning to flee instantly, or even shove paraphernalia into a toilet. It happened all too often. Nonetheless, he knocked once more and waited, listening and looking to and fro...watching.
He didn't expect much...maybe he should have.
"Police!" He announced himself suddenly, knocking with more fervor.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Samuel
Location: USA
How long have you been RPing for: 'Bout ten years, I think!
Any other characters on the site?: Nope, but a friend of Josc!
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Class: Nobility
Appearance: Chael stands at a flat five-foot-nine, which is somewhat shorter than what most men typically are in his homeland. He's self-conscious of his height because of this. Otherwise, Chael has light blue eyes, dark ebony hair that's often kept short and cleanly in appearance, and tends to have groomed facial hair.
Played by Jonathan Rhys Meyer
Character: Chael's a charming man with an extraordinary ability at swordsmanship and archery. He has a way with words and is an able diplomat. He's an extremely loyal and steadfast man whom would never betray his closest companions and family. Yet, he has a weakness for women and the want for true love that's not simply a marriage out of convenience; after all, a marriage and an heir is expected of him eventually considering his high status. Otherwise, Chael's extremely companionable and loves to get himself dirty and physical with others since childhood.
Strengths and Weaknesses: His physical prowress and unmatched skill at swordsmanship are two of his strengths alongside his steadfast loyalty and status. Chael's weaknesses though are easily the facts that he's lovesick and longing to become more than what he is such as the heroes and legends told in tales; the same ones he's heard from minstrels.
Magic: None.
Weaponry Skills: Swordsmanship and Archery
Character History: Chael was the first son of House Courcel, cousin to Joscelin Trevalion and adored nephew of their king. He was raised well and treated kindly by his mother and father, and by the rest of his family. He was loved and spoiled as well, which led to some appetites that most cannot sate without the proper coin. Nonetheless, as Chael became older and more versed with the world around him, he grew to love certain things of both the upper and lower echelons of society. Now, though, Chael wishes to be more like his cousin Joscelin and follow him out into the world, leaving behind what he knows to explore Camelot, although not entirely for himself either for the king longs to know of Joscelin as well, and if the golden tongued lordling has kept his promises.
Well, Chael would know soon enough...
Additional Information: N/A
Sample Roleplay: The speaker crackled and hissed with life when the dispatcher's voice punched through. It was word about some would be hacker whom was snooping about where their nose shouldn't be. Normally Jack would have ignored such calls and allowed it to be picked it up by one of the rookies, but he had a quota to fill out and nothing to do. That and he thought it would be a good enough reason to stretch his legs; after all, he was weary of sitting for so long. So, Jack sought the receiver and lifted it to his mouth, speaking into it.
"Ten-four, dispatcher." Jack said before setting down the receiver thereafter.
He wasn't expecting much. Honestly, Jack simply thought he'd find some slob behind a desk that looked more like a lunch tray when compared to his girth. Yeah, maybe Jack was kind of an asshole when he jumped to conclusions when he thought of others, but he didn't have much hope for those who sat behind a desk throughout all hours of the day...especially those who shouldn't be doing what they...well, shouldn't be doing. So, Jack simply thought the moment he'd approach the man that he would set things straight right away.
If only things were that simple.
He pulled up before a stout town house and lolled his head back against his seat. He stared out the window at it, considering the size and look of it. It wasn't a bad place whatsoever. In fact, it looked rather cozy on the outside and even welcoming. It was in a typically better part of the neighborhood too, but then again one wouldn't really find a hacker sitting behind a desk in the projects; after all, most people were a product of their enviroment. So, this one person undoubtedly had some cash and was well off. The guy was probably only bored and a warning may set him straight the moment he'd shit his pants at the sight of Jack.
It's what he thought as he stepped out of his cruiser and pushed the door shut.
It was late at night, which was typically the norm for Jack's schedule at work. He didn't exactly mind it though. It wasn't like he did much in the morning anyway, and although he occasionally worked the day shift, there were times that he did prefer the graveyard shift. After all, it was easier to come across assholes who actually thought they could get away with things.
Just like this slob.
He walked up the path toward the town house and lolled his head to look to and fro. There was no one about. So, maybe whoever was snooping around was still home, or so he hoped. He took his receiver once more when making note of a narrow stairwell that led to the second floor, which meant the townhouse was split into two apartments. It still didn't exactly take away from the luxury of it though. He stared up at the second floor.
"Dispatcher, which floor is the IP address coming from?" He asked.
There was a pause and then the speaker hissed once again.
"The second," the dispatcher said, filling his ear.
Good. That meant it would be harder for the slob to escape if he tried. He moved for the stairwell then, unlatching the small gate at the foot of steps before moving up the steps. When he reached the landing, Jack moved for the door with that cock sure gait he always had...a stride full of confidence. He stood before it, straightened and firmed his mouth into a line as he lifted his hand and rung the door bell before solidly knocking on the door.
He gave no warning...at least not yet...although, maybe it would have been wise to do so. Then again, there was the fact that some used the warning to flee instantly, or even shove paraphernalia into a toilet. It happened all too often. Nonetheless, he knocked once more and waited, listening and looking to and fro...watching.
He didn't expect much...maybe he should have.
"Police!" He announced himself suddenly, knocking with more fervor.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Samuel
Location: USA
How long have you been RPing for: 'Bout ten years, I think!
Any other characters on the site?: Nope, but a friend of Josc!
