Post by John Egbert on Jul 23, 2011 18:04:35 GMT -5
Name: Citizen John Egbert
Occupation(s): Business man of business-y things/street performer, moonlighting as a superhero
Likes: Magic, pranks, computer programming, paranormal lore, really terrible movies
Dislikes: The HEINOUS BATTERWITCH and her baked goods
Skills: The windy thing and mangrit
Personality: Essentially, John is a goofball. He has a dynamic feel about him and tends to be enthusiastic over little things. He’s overly-friendly and good-natured, though the only time he may stray from his passive attitude is when one challenges his title of the Prank King. Despite being a young adult, he had not grown out of his naivety and optimism he had as a child, usually leading him to not know the gravity of some of the situations he gets himself into. It’s probably his unnatural strength and ability to do the windy thing that has prevented him from being mugged and waking up one kidney short.
Another of his more obvious features is his sense of justice. Instead of doing what seems right and would abide by the law or be sensible to society, he goes by what is good or what seems like a great idea at the time. Reason why he spends most of his time at his office pranking his co-workers and spending all his breaks performing magic tricks on the streets. He had expressed interest in the police force, but feels he can do more without the restrictions of “boring paperwork and stuff” when running amuck after hours. A giant hammer is a cooler weapon to fight with than guns anyway.
Other: He's petitioned city hall for the ban of Betty Crocker products countless times, every time denied completely. He also takes care of his daughter, Casey.
RP sample:
“That isn’t fair! You’re cheating somehow!” the kid concluded, a tiny, threatening finger pointed at the lanky man in front of her. The man’s smile grew at the humorous accusation. He tucked away the deck of cards he had used to play a little ‘guess the suit’ into his pant pocket and loosened his tie.
“No, absolutely no tricks here! Just plain ol’ magic,” John explained as he bent his knees to match her height, resting a cheek in his hand. “You can’t see how I’m doing it because you don’t believe!”
This made the kid’s pout grow. He gave a laugh at the expression and patted her head, watching as the angered stare only grew more malicious with every hair dislodged from her neat pigtails. It reminded him of Dave, or of Jade, when he would play this game on them and they’d openly show their discontent with John’s constant lucky streak of predicting which face they had in their hands. Frustrating as it was to them, it should have been predictable from one who counts cards.
After the tenth pat, the child showed her dominance towards the man’s belittlement and smacked the hand away. “I don’t believe in it because magic is not real. It’s totally lame anyway, like your card trick!”
The smile did not falter at her slander. He did give a playfully hurt expression, his bright blue eyes comical behind his thick glasses. A hand covered his heart as if he were shot. “Magic not real?! Gosh, I’m totally distraught! I’ll be run out of business if you keep that rumour up!” The girl responded by crossing her arms.
John was preparing his next set of antics when in the distance, a pair of sirens roared. A pair of police vehicles zoomed down the street, screeching for all in their way to move. They were headed downtown, and in the direction of that area, a stream of black smoke rose from the skyline, mixing with the red evening sky.
There was trouble brewing.
Digging through his pockets, John resurfaced the deck of cards and handed them to the girl. Slowly she took them, studying them for any double-faced cards or anything that can be identified as cheating. “Here,” he said. “Learn a trick or two on your own. I’ve got to run.” He gave a final pat on the girl’s head, which was accompanied by a disapproving huff, before he dashed off into the nearest dark alleyway. John threw off his tie, pulling his blue dress shirt off their buttons, underneath his casual business clothes a bright blue costume, on his chest imprinted a large ‘E’. It was time for Egbertman to save the day.
OOC Information
Name: Allonsy
Timezone: GMT -5
Skype: pocobou