Post by Dave Strider on Jul 26, 2011 16:32:43 GMT -5
Name(s): Dave Strider (Aka Crobrow and the Strider Mafia. All at once.)
Occupation(s): Robbery, gambling, organized crime…They’ve got a lot of time on their hands, plenty of time to branch out. So much time, in fact, that Alpha-Dave got bored of criminal mastermind-ing and took on a second job as CrowBro, mega-cool masked vigilante there to save the day in the coolest way possible. In his spare time, the more law-abiding Dave plays the stock market like it's an Xbox. In that analogy, Dave is winning.
Likes: Irony, sweet shades, sarcasm.
Dislikes: Puppets
Skills: Being cool, being cool enough for swords, being too cool for chronology.
Personality:
The Daves are cool. Not entirely ice chill because sometimes they’re just on fire. It takes a lot to shake a Dave, and for that reason he is the perfect criminal. And also the perfect law-enforcement superhero. Luckily time-travel allows him to be both.
It takes a lot of work to maintain that extreme level of badassery, though. Dave keeps a constant arrogance, seeming to follow the coolest path and trusting most what his own coolkid instincts tell him. Nevertheless, he’s willing to take an opinion from a friend, as long as said friend isn’t being a huge doofus about it.Dave also has a natural calm in almost every situation and a killer poker face.
Other: No one is ever absolutely sure of the mafia Daves’ alibis. They have a big enough wardrobe to dress each Dave differently, but who knows when they switch roles?
RP sample:
“Hey, Dave.”
“Yeah, Dave?”
“How many Daves does it take a rob a bank?”
The other Dave had to stop and think. He looked at the ceiling, then the wall, then the Dave in the green suit who’d asked. “Ironically?”
“No, seriously. I’m robber’s-ski-mask serious.”
The other Dave, wearing the red suit, nodded. Absently, he realigned his shades and shuffled his shoes. “Probably three.”
The moment he finished speaking, a thunderclap absolutely crackling with coolness struck a few feet away, leaving a tuft of smoke and a slick-looking Dave in a black suit, a record-embroidered pocket and ironically-adorable record buttons. A smattering of dark stains, possibly blood though the black fabric didn’t give much away, dotted the front of his jacket. The recent Dave stood straight, pushed his shades in place, and nodded. “Spring for four.”
Another roll of thunder, and he was gone.
Red Suit Dave stared at the ground, now dusted in a light soot. “Make it five,” he said. “We’ve got enough Daves for that. We’ve got plenty of Daves. More Daves than I know what to do with. I could give half the Daves vacations to Hawaii and we’d still have enough Daves to run a rap-off.”
Green Suit Dave nodded. “We are so fucking awesome.”
OOC Information
Name: Keith 8)
Timezone: USA Central
Email: zemyxzem@aol.com
