Post by Sporky on Mar 30, 2010 1:31:19 GMT -5
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Character permission I have permission from HIS ROYAL SEXINESS himself. Jacey <3
Name: Rosadore 'Rosey' Theovelt
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 5'11
Weight: 175 lbs
Birth place: Kolene, Corellia
Appearance:
It's quite clear that in his younger days, Rosadore was quite the fighter, and it's plain to see what was once a very muscular body when looking at him. Nowadays, though, age and a relaxed lifestyle have made a pudge settle onto him. His face is round now, and creases and wrinkles dot its landscape. Adding to the image of faded glory is a greying mustache and plain, unadorned glasses attached via wire and clip to the collar of whatever suit he happens to be wearing at the time. Despite keeping his thinning hair died its old brown color, he chooses not to dye the mustache, saying he finds it distinguished. Public opinion on that varies.
For attire, Rosadore is quite fond of finely-tailored suits, most often black and with a red tie. Suits may not seem like something a former pugilist would wear, but Rosadore says they just feel comfortable. A gold-plated pocket chrono is constantly in his heart pocket, and the chain it's attached to the suit by is always hanging out of the pocket.
Nearly constantly on his hands are his jewel-encrusted and krayt-pearled shockboxing gauntlets, given to him upon retiring from the sports scene. He has a license to carry, wear, and use the gauntlets if need be, and he carries that license with him everywhere.
Personality:
To know Rosadore Theovelt is to know a jolly, jovial man. Now that his life is peaceful and relaxing, he has time to laugh, joke, and have fun. His laugh is a deep, hearty one that comes straight from the diaphragm and warms the cockles of the hearts of those around him. So, he's really a nice guy.
However, he's not above teaching young whelps without respect that he is not a has-been. Many a tme, city guards have been called to find younger criminals nursing broken limbs and whining about how they thought he was too old.
Occupation:Retired/Philanthropist
Rank: Master General of the Comfy Armchair
Skills:
Forming shockboxing champion
Equipment:
Item: 'King of the Ring' custom shockboxing gauntlets
Item: License to carry and use said gauntlets
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: N/A
Ranged Weapons: N/A
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Rosadore Theovelt's origin story is simple. He was born in the mining town of Kolene to Jandice and Wytmonde Theovelt, a waitress and miner respectively. The two had met on simply, at a party thrown by a mutual friend of a friend. Their relationship had built slowly, and they were married and expecting within four years of their meeting.
Rosadore as a toddler was a rowdy little boy, and very physical, too. He was very fond of shaking his rattle quite vigorously, and by baby standards, his hands held a death grip on any toy he held. There was no end to the joy he caused Jandice and Wytmonde, who were both incredibly proud of the little bundle of strength they'd created.
Rosadore's early school days were a joy to the little tyke. The smallness of Kolene meant that his class size was always small, never going higher than 22. This meant that Rosadore's small circle of friends was very close and tight-knit, and they always had each other's backs.
RP Sample:
Ah, Kolene. Little Corellia mining town whose only import was that it had produced Rosadore Theovelt, once the shockboxing grand champion. Aside from the tourism, though, it was still just a small Corellian town living off of the mining industry. People got up, went to work, and came home. Life was simple, peaceful.
Which was one reason that Rosadore loved coming back to it now and then. He was, for the most part, just Rosey, not grand champion Rosadore Theovelt. The people that he had known in his younger days poked and teased about his boxing career, but it was all harmless fun.
Except for the newer, younger kids. Most of them had no respect for their elders. Their teasing and laughter was spiteful and malicious. They didn't think that he could still hold his own. To them he was a has been, washed up and clinging to lost glory by wearing those gauntlets.
Which was probably why one Rodian kid thought he could mug Rosadore. A fist struck the back of the middle-aged man's head, sending him stumbling forward. With a weary sigh, he removed his glasses and placed them into his suit pocket with his chrono.
"Son, you really know who you're dealing with, right?" was his question to the foolish child, who only laughed derisively. "Sure, old man. Grand shockboxing champion. No..wait. FORMER grand champion. You ain't nothin' no more!" To show his supposed superiority, the male threw another punch Rosadore's way. Foolish. Rosadore easily caught the sloppy attack, and grinned.
"Looks like you were never taught any manners. I'm going to have to fix that, aren't I?"
Character permission I have permission from HIS ROYAL SEXINESS himself. Jacey <3
Name: Rosadore 'Rosey' Theovelt
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 5'11
Weight: 175 lbs
Birth place: Kolene, Corellia
Appearance:
It's quite clear that in his younger days, Rosadore was quite the fighter, and it's plain to see what was once a very muscular body when looking at him. Nowadays, though, age and a relaxed lifestyle have made a pudge settle onto him. His face is round now, and creases and wrinkles dot its landscape. Adding to the image of faded glory is a greying mustache and plain, unadorned glasses attached via wire and clip to the collar of whatever suit he happens to be wearing at the time. Despite keeping his thinning hair died its old brown color, he chooses not to dye the mustache, saying he finds it distinguished. Public opinion on that varies.
For attire, Rosadore is quite fond of finely-tailored suits, most often black and with a red tie. Suits may not seem like something a former pugilist would wear, but Rosadore says they just feel comfortable. A gold-plated pocket chrono is constantly in his heart pocket, and the chain it's attached to the suit by is always hanging out of the pocket.
Nearly constantly on his hands are his jewel-encrusted and krayt-pearled shockboxing gauntlets, given to him upon retiring from the sports scene. He has a license to carry, wear, and use the gauntlets if need be, and he carries that license with him everywhere.
Personality:
To know Rosadore Theovelt is to know a jolly, jovial man. Now that his life is peaceful and relaxing, he has time to laugh, joke, and have fun. His laugh is a deep, hearty one that comes straight from the diaphragm and warms the cockles of the hearts of those around him. So, he's really a nice guy.
However, he's not above teaching young whelps without respect that he is not a has-been. Many a tme, city guards have been called to find younger criminals nursing broken limbs and whining about how they thought he was too old.
Occupation:Retired/Philanthropist
Rank: Master General of the Comfy Armchair
Skills:
Forming shockboxing champion
Equipment:
Item: 'King of the Ring' custom shockboxing gauntlets
Item: License to carry and use said gauntlets
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: N/A
Ranged Weapons: N/A
Alignment: +1
Bio:
Rosadore Theovelt's origin story is simple. He was born in the mining town of Kolene to Jandice and Wytmonde Theovelt, a waitress and miner respectively. The two had met on simply, at a party thrown by a mutual friend of a friend. Their relationship had built slowly, and they were married and expecting within four years of their meeting.
Rosadore as a toddler was a rowdy little boy, and very physical, too. He was very fond of shaking his rattle quite vigorously, and by baby standards, his hands held a death grip on any toy he held. There was no end to the joy he caused Jandice and Wytmonde, who were both incredibly proud of the little bundle of strength they'd created.
Rosadore's early school days were a joy to the little tyke. The smallness of Kolene meant that his class size was always small, never going higher than 22. This meant that Rosadore's small circle of friends was very close and tight-knit, and they always had each other's backs.
RP Sample:
Ah, Kolene. Little Corellia mining town whose only import was that it had produced Rosadore Theovelt, once the shockboxing grand champion. Aside from the tourism, though, it was still just a small Corellian town living off of the mining industry. People got up, went to work, and came home. Life was simple, peaceful.
Which was one reason that Rosadore loved coming back to it now and then. He was, for the most part, just Rosey, not grand champion Rosadore Theovelt. The people that he had known in his younger days poked and teased about his boxing career, but it was all harmless fun.
Except for the newer, younger kids. Most of them had no respect for their elders. Their teasing and laughter was spiteful and malicious. They didn't think that he could still hold his own. To them he was a has been, washed up and clinging to lost glory by wearing those gauntlets.
Which was probably why one Rodian kid thought he could mug Rosadore. A fist struck the back of the middle-aged man's head, sending him stumbling forward. With a weary sigh, he removed his glasses and placed them into his suit pocket with his chrono.
"Son, you really know who you're dealing with, right?" was his question to the foolish child, who only laughed derisively. "Sure, old man. Grand shockboxing champion. No..wait. FORMER grand champion. You ain't nothin' no more!" To show his supposed superiority, the male threw another punch Rosadore's way. Foolish. Rosadore easily caught the sloppy attack, and grinned.
"Looks like you were never taught any manners. I'm going to have to fix that, aren't I?"
