Post by Ghost on Aug 6, 2012 1:31:39 GMT -5
Don't know where else to put this, and I know I need some help with formatting and stuff, so I'm just putting this out there so that hopefully someone can help me. 
Thanks.
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Ten Character Traits: Bitter. Angry. Hurt. Vengeful. Single-minded. / Lost. Confused. Lonely. Kind. Sad.
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Name: Patrick Sheltz
Newsie Nickname: Ghost
Origin of Newsie Nickname: He can stay as still and silent as the dead when he wants to, and makes a good spy because of it.
Age: 14
Place of Origin: Immigrant
Occupation: Newsie
Public Knowledge: Son of an immigrant woman from Portugal, his father was from Spain. He hangs around in the shadows when he isn’t selling papes and is mostly completely silent, so no one notices him. When people do notice him, the look of him makes one think he doesn’t speak English, but he does. He grew up here. He just chooses not to speak. He has a lot of pent-up anger in his eyes and is all business.
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History: His earliest memory is of his mother pulling him along by the hand with a tight grip through darkened city backstreets at night, running from something. At the time, he didn’t know what they were running from, he just knew that his mother was terrified.
His mother pulled him into an abandoned house and slammed and bolted the door after she pulled him through, breathing heavy. He originally wanted to protest his mother’s actions, since the interior of the house simply looked like the owners were away for a holiday, but his mother whirled on him, the utter terror in her eyes freezing the words on his tongue as she started backing him towards the settee behind him, just one word in her eyes and on her tongue as the footbeats of those following them got closer.
“Hide.”
She pushed him under the settee, and he moved himself way to the back so he couldn’t be seen so that his mom could follow him under. Then there was a loud bang on the door and his mother stepped away and spun to face the door, eyes wide with fear. That moment there was another thud, and the door came off it’s hinges, slamming to the floor, and four burly men strode in and caught her as she tried to run away.
Ghost was only about 6 years old, but he watched from under the settee as the thugs tied his mother to a chair right there, and slit her wrists. She bled out right in front of him, smiling because he was safe.
Ghost was so angry. So angry he was out from under the settee and on those thugs before they could blink. He couldn’t remember exactly what he did because his vision was clouded with red rage, but when he managed to calm down, the thugs were on the floor, unconscious. One of them might’ve been dead. The first thing he did after that was get his mother out of there and bury her. He said goodbye, and than ran away.
He never went back.
He spent every day after that running. He slept in the streets and took up a job as a newsie so he could sleep in lodging houses if he could. Once he passed by Spot Conlon and saw the look in his eyes. That made Ghost think hard, and then he decided to get revenge for his mother. Ghost’s gaze became just as hard as Spot Conlon’s and twice as bitter and three times as angry.
After that, he worked for Brooklyn.
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About The Player:
Player Name: Fern
Requested Borough: Brooklyn
Characters Played: N/A
Time Zone: Pacific
Anything Else: Female.
Thanks.------------------
Ten Character Traits: Bitter. Angry. Hurt. Vengeful. Single-minded. / Lost. Confused. Lonely. Kind. Sad.
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Name: Patrick Sheltz
Newsie Nickname: Ghost
Origin of Newsie Nickname: He can stay as still and silent as the dead when he wants to, and makes a good spy because of it.
Age: 14
Place of Origin: Immigrant
Occupation: Newsie
Public Knowledge: Son of an immigrant woman from Portugal, his father was from Spain. He hangs around in the shadows when he isn’t selling papes and is mostly completely silent, so no one notices him. When people do notice him, the look of him makes one think he doesn’t speak English, but he does. He grew up here. He just chooses not to speak. He has a lot of pent-up anger in his eyes and is all business.
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History: His earliest memory is of his mother pulling him along by the hand with a tight grip through darkened city backstreets at night, running from something. At the time, he didn’t know what they were running from, he just knew that his mother was terrified.
His mother pulled him into an abandoned house and slammed and bolted the door after she pulled him through, breathing heavy. He originally wanted to protest his mother’s actions, since the interior of the house simply looked like the owners were away for a holiday, but his mother whirled on him, the utter terror in her eyes freezing the words on his tongue as she started backing him towards the settee behind him, just one word in her eyes and on her tongue as the footbeats of those following them got closer.
“Hide.”
She pushed him under the settee, and he moved himself way to the back so he couldn’t be seen so that his mom could follow him under. Then there was a loud bang on the door and his mother stepped away and spun to face the door, eyes wide with fear. That moment there was another thud, and the door came off it’s hinges, slamming to the floor, and four burly men strode in and caught her as she tried to run away.
Ghost was only about 6 years old, but he watched from under the settee as the thugs tied his mother to a chair right there, and slit her wrists. She bled out right in front of him, smiling because he was safe.
Ghost was so angry. So angry he was out from under the settee and on those thugs before they could blink. He couldn’t remember exactly what he did because his vision was clouded with red rage, but when he managed to calm down, the thugs were on the floor, unconscious. One of them might’ve been dead. The first thing he did after that was get his mother out of there and bury her. He said goodbye, and than ran away.
He never went back.
He spent every day after that running. He slept in the streets and took up a job as a newsie so he could sleep in lodging houses if he could. Once he passed by Spot Conlon and saw the look in his eyes. That made Ghost think hard, and then he decided to get revenge for his mother. Ghost’s gaze became just as hard as Spot Conlon’s and twice as bitter and three times as angry.
After that, he worked for Brooklyn.
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About The Player:
Player Name: Fern
Requested Borough: Brooklyn
Characters Played: N/A
Time Zone: Pacific
Anything Else: Female.