Post by faust0 on Oct 11, 2008 22:54:36 GMT -1
Character Name: Michael Sullivan
Species: Human
Age, Gender: 39, Male
Description: Mike is a man below average height, with black hair and intelligent dark eyes. He is often unshaven, and the state of his physique gives the impression of someone who doesn't think over much about taking care of himself. He is often seen wearing average (if slightly dated) clothes; faded jeans and short sleeved shirts, with square glasses framing his face.
Personality: Michael is a grave, serious-minded person. He is prone to bursts of introspection, and spends much of his free time talking of the loftier concepts of philosophy and theology. He has an analytical mind and, as many people believe, several obsessive compulsions, both in his daily life and his work. He is incredibly schedule oriented and tidy.
History: Michael was once known in his neighborhood as Father Sullivan, the leading pastor in his church. He spent several years happily leading his congregation, until a series of events caused him to become disillusioned with the church and his position in it. His misfortune culminated with the mysterious disappearance of several members of his congregation. Father Sullivan was implicated in the disappearance, and though the charge was never officially brought against him, it was still a blow to his reputation, even moreso when police found several bodies hidden in the church basement.
He left the church just as soon as the police arrested the real criminal, his best friend the deacon. Arriving in London with nothing but his shattered reputation, he decided to spend some time away from the clergy. He took work as a private investigator, working for himself and taking work whenever the need arose, and lived a hand-to-mouth lifestyle until now.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses: Having spent most of his life among the clergy, with their non-violent ways, he is averse to all forms of violence and has almost no experince in self defense. He is highly spiritual, and believes in the supernatural, but has no outstanding spiritual powers. As for his job, he has an uncanny attention to detail and deductive reasoning that allows him to link clues together with a high degree of competency.
Family/Ties: Mike has little in the way of family (it's rumored that his niece was among the ones murdered, but he won't say anything in the affirmative) and his relationship with the church is minimal, having only really associated with his local parish.
RP Sample: "This is nonsense." Father Sullivan protested. "I'll let you in, but I'm talling you there's nothing in here."
He put the key into the door, looking back at the two detectives. They had been waiting for him to show up, presumably to show a warrant or some other such thing. There was no hope arguing with the police, especially these two. The pastor had gotten to know the two detectives quite well over the past few days, considering he was suspect number one for the moment.
When he opened the door, he recoiled and groaned. "What the blazes..." His nostrils were assaulted with a horrid smell. Just what was the deacon up to while he was away? He was supposed to be keeping the church cl... "Gah!"
He was brushed aside forcefully as the detectives burst into the room. "What's wrong?" One of them said to the other.
"I recognize that smell anywhere." The older one said, then turning to the deacon he said. "You have keys to all the rooms in this place?"
"Of course." Father Sullivan replied levelly, holding up the key chain. "I'm in charge here after all. Here." He tossed them to the detective. "What's going on here?"
"Come with us, Father."
They went through every room in the parish, their noses following the horrible smell, until eventually they came to an old narrow door in the hall. "What room is this?" The younger detective asked.
"The cellar. We just use it to store things away for event days and things like that. No one's been in there for months."
The older detective opened the door, holding the sleeve of his jacket over his nose protectively. "This is where it's coming from; let's go. Father, you come after me."
With the pastor in between the two detectives, they descended the stairs with hands to mouths. The older detective found the light switch, flipped it on. The halogen lights came on slowly, illuminating...
"Waah!"
"Oh, hell!"
The older detective didn't say anything, just stood there in silence with his sleeve over his nose. He looked to the pastor. "Father, you're gonna have to come with us." With his free hand, he grabbed Father Sullivan's shoulder and turned him around for the stairs, with the younger detective a step behind him.
Species: Human
Age, Gender: 39, Male
Description: Mike is a man below average height, with black hair and intelligent dark eyes. He is often unshaven, and the state of his physique gives the impression of someone who doesn't think over much about taking care of himself. He is often seen wearing average (if slightly dated) clothes; faded jeans and short sleeved shirts, with square glasses framing his face.
Personality: Michael is a grave, serious-minded person. He is prone to bursts of introspection, and spends much of his free time talking of the loftier concepts of philosophy and theology. He has an analytical mind and, as many people believe, several obsessive compulsions, both in his daily life and his work. He is incredibly schedule oriented and tidy.
History: Michael was once known in his neighborhood as Father Sullivan, the leading pastor in his church. He spent several years happily leading his congregation, until a series of events caused him to become disillusioned with the church and his position in it. His misfortune culminated with the mysterious disappearance of several members of his congregation. Father Sullivan was implicated in the disappearance, and though the charge was never officially brought against him, it was still a blow to his reputation, even moreso when police found several bodies hidden in the church basement.
He left the church just as soon as the police arrested the real criminal, his best friend the deacon. Arriving in London with nothing but his shattered reputation, he decided to spend some time away from the clergy. He took work as a private investigator, working for himself and taking work whenever the need arose, and lived a hand-to-mouth lifestyle until now.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses: Having spent most of his life among the clergy, with their non-violent ways, he is averse to all forms of violence and has almost no experince in self defense. He is highly spiritual, and believes in the supernatural, but has no outstanding spiritual powers. As for his job, he has an uncanny attention to detail and deductive reasoning that allows him to link clues together with a high degree of competency.
Family/Ties: Mike has little in the way of family (it's rumored that his niece was among the ones murdered, but he won't say anything in the affirmative) and his relationship with the church is minimal, having only really associated with his local parish.
RP Sample: "This is nonsense." Father Sullivan protested. "I'll let you in, but I'm talling you there's nothing in here."
He put the key into the door, looking back at the two detectives. They had been waiting for him to show up, presumably to show a warrant or some other such thing. There was no hope arguing with the police, especially these two. The pastor had gotten to know the two detectives quite well over the past few days, considering he was suspect number one for the moment.
When he opened the door, he recoiled and groaned. "What the blazes..." His nostrils were assaulted with a horrid smell. Just what was the deacon up to while he was away? He was supposed to be keeping the church cl... "Gah!"
He was brushed aside forcefully as the detectives burst into the room. "What's wrong?" One of them said to the other.
"I recognize that smell anywhere." The older one said, then turning to the deacon he said. "You have keys to all the rooms in this place?"
"Of course." Father Sullivan replied levelly, holding up the key chain. "I'm in charge here after all. Here." He tossed them to the detective. "What's going on here?"
"Come with us, Father."
They went through every room in the parish, their noses following the horrible smell, until eventually they came to an old narrow door in the hall. "What room is this?" The younger detective asked.
"The cellar. We just use it to store things away for event days and things like that. No one's been in there for months."
The older detective opened the door, holding the sleeve of his jacket over his nose protectively. "This is where it's coming from; let's go. Father, you come after me."
With the pastor in between the two detectives, they descended the stairs with hands to mouths. The older detective found the light switch, flipped it on. The halogen lights came on slowly, illuminating...
"Waah!"
"Oh, hell!"
The older detective didn't say anything, just stood there in silence with his sleeve over his nose. He looked to the pastor. "Father, you're gonna have to come with us." With his free hand, he grabbed Father Sullivan's shoulder and turned him around for the stairs, with the younger detective a step behind him.
