Post by Edgar on Feb 4, 2008 17:29:48 GMT -5
Ha ha... I made this all up on the spot. I'll like... add some more Sonic-y crap sooner or later. I have to go ask the Sonic Nut of my brother.... since I... yeah.
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Name: Edgar Wesley
Honorifics/Nicknames: Eddie, Ed, and any of its variants. He also responds to, “Hey, you!”
Age: Young adult, though he likes making everyone think otherwise.
Gender: Male so says his birth certificate and crotch.
Status: He says he’s divorced, but he never married in the first place.
Height: [Save for later]
Weight: [Save for later]
Body Build: He’s lean and slinky. He is of the weasel family after all, no?
Species: Stoat.
Eye Color: Bluer than green snow.
Fur/Scale/Skin Color: It depends. During winter, it’s whiter than the green snow mentioned above, and in summer it’s browner than it, too. Now, if it’s spring or the fall term… his fur color’s just retarded as it changes to the season-based color. He just looks like a poor albino who fell into mud.
Hair Color: He has none that’s not designated mammal fur.
Hair Style: Look up there.
Markings: None that isn’t the markings of his color-changing fur during those time periods. He’s missing a bit of his right ear if that counts.
Orientation: He’s not sure himself. He knows he digs big boobs, but can sometimes find himself smitten with a cute guy.
Occupation: Travelin’ journalist. He’s got a camera hanging from his neck, and a handy-dandy notebook to jot down clues. Not blue ones, though. He works for a local newspaper as the sneakiest, less-reliable cool cat who somehow manages to bring in the biggest scoops in town.
Accent?: He has a mobster accent with 1930s lingo every now and then. That’s why he can go undercover easily, simply because he sounds like a d**ned criminal.
Relatives
Felix Wesley: His son of about six years of age, conceived with some random floozy under the table at a closed bar. Edgar was out on duty that night, trying to dig some dirt up on a Mafia-related crime. Supposedly, she was the donna of one of the hitmen, aaaand Edgar’s been on the run since. He carries Felix around, telling him all the moving and traveling is simply because his job requires him to. Whenever Felix asks about his mother, Edgar says he divorced after a rocky marriage and she’s off in the tropics. Edgar promises they’ll go see her one day, because she loves her son very much. But once again, he pulls up his job as an excuse.
Others
Not anyone that’s important or a key figure in Edgar’s life.
Bio:
Well… he was born. Then he lived. I don’t think he’s died yet.
Personality:
He’s a quirky one. He’s got a sneaky and sly attitude sprinkled with some clever wit. He’s a fast talker, and very social. Edgar proves to be very observational as it comes with his job. Too bad sometimes he’s so into watching somebody, he tends to drown noises around him out. So whenever he’s spoken to he replies with a “Wuzzaat?” On the down side, Edgar is impatient. He’s blown his cover one too many times by random outbursts of the likes. He’s also got the wounds to prove this.
Residence:
He doesn’t have a permanent one. He’s usually on foot trailing bandits or doubling as some paparazzi. He stays at some hotel where he’s welcomed warmly with Felix whenever he isn’t being a nomad. Sometimes it’s a little green tent at the side of the road.
Items
Abilities:
He’s faster than a turtle.
He’s stronger than a mouse.
He’s smarter than a thingyroach.
By God, I’ve created a Mary-Sue!
Appearance:
Go to the image part.
Pastimes:
Playing with Felix and photography. He never finds time for much else since he’s walking to whatever crude destination today’s top story has got him pursuing.
Phobias:
Agoraphobia. Seriously, he goes nuts if he's out in the opened ever since he saw... Bambi.
Images?
None of them official... just to give you an idea, no?
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::General Infos::
Name: Edgar Wesley
Honorifics/Nicknames: Eddie, Ed, and any of its variants. He also responds to, “Hey, you!”
Age: Young adult, though he likes making everyone think otherwise.
Gender: Male so says his birth certificate and crotch.
Status: He says he’s divorced, but he never married in the first place.
Height: [Save for later]
Weight: [Save for later]
Body Build: He’s lean and slinky. He is of the weasel family after all, no?
Species: Stoat.
Eye Color: Bluer than green snow.
Fur/Scale/Skin Color: It depends. During winter, it’s whiter than the green snow mentioned above, and in summer it’s browner than it, too. Now, if it’s spring or the fall term… his fur color’s just retarded as it changes to the season-based color. He just looks like a poor albino who fell into mud.
Hair Color: He has none that’s not designated mammal fur.
Hair Style: Look up there.
Markings: None that isn’t the markings of his color-changing fur during those time periods. He’s missing a bit of his right ear if that counts.
Orientation: He’s not sure himself. He knows he digs big boobs, but can sometimes find himself smitten with a cute guy.
Occupation: Travelin’ journalist. He’s got a camera hanging from his neck, and a handy-dandy notebook to jot down clues. Not blue ones, though. He works for a local newspaper as the sneakiest, less-reliable cool cat who somehow manages to bring in the biggest scoops in town.
Accent?: He has a mobster accent with 1930s lingo every now and then. That’s why he can go undercover easily, simply because he sounds like a d**ned criminal.
::Relationships::
Relatives
Felix Wesley: His son of about six years of age, conceived with some random floozy under the table at a closed bar. Edgar was out on duty that night, trying to dig some dirt up on a Mafia-related crime. Supposedly, she was the donna of one of the hitmen, aaaand Edgar’s been on the run since. He carries Felix around, telling him all the moving and traveling is simply because his job requires him to. Whenever Felix asks about his mother, Edgar says he divorced after a rocky marriage and she’s off in the tropics. Edgar promises they’ll go see her one day, because she loves her son very much. But once again, he pulls up his job as an excuse.
Others
Not anyone that’s important or a key figure in Edgar’s life.
::History and Background::
Bio:
Well… he was born. Then he lived. I don’t think he’s died yet.
Personality:
He’s a quirky one. He’s got a sneaky and sly attitude sprinkled with some clever wit. He’s a fast talker, and very social. Edgar proves to be very observational as it comes with his job. Too bad sometimes he’s so into watching somebody, he tends to drown noises around him out. So whenever he’s spoken to he replies with a “Wuzzaat?” On the down side, Edgar is impatient. He’s blown his cover one too many times by random outbursts of the likes. He’s also got the wounds to prove this.
Residence:
He doesn’t have a permanent one. He’s usually on foot trailing bandits or doubling as some paparazzi. He stays at some hotel where he’s welcomed warmly with Felix whenever he isn’t being a nomad. Sometimes it’s a little green tent at the side of the road.
::Statistics::
Items
Abilities:
He’s faster than a turtle.
He’s stronger than a mouse.
He’s smarter than a thingyroach.
By God, I’ve created a Mary-Sue!
Appearance:
Go to the image part.
Pastimes:
Playing with Felix and photography. He never finds time for much else since he’s walking to whatever crude destination today’s top story has got him pursuing.
Phobias:
Agoraphobia. Seriously, he goes nuts if he's out in the opened ever since he saw... Bambi.
Images?
None of them official... just to give you an idea, no?