Title: Atticus Blisten
Atticus Blisten - March 20, 2007 02:15 AM (GMT)
OOC Information:
Preferred Form of Address on A&A: Ginny
Preferred Contact Information: email :: sleepyartisan@gmail.com
Other Characters on A&A: --
How You Found A&A: Affl. on North and South
IC Information
Name:Atticus Gregory Blisten
Avatar:Hugh Jackman
Occupation: Stone Mason[working on a connector bridge at the moment]
Age:29
Gender:male
Appearance:
Atticus has a sturdy build and stands at 5'8". He was an active boxer in his youth and still is, which has kept him in good form. Fair skinned, that along with his coarse dark brown hair sets his grey eyes off. They seem to always be bright and sparking with energy. The eyes are always clear and cold. Hard to read from his body language, Atticus prefers to maintain that air of distance as it keeps his rivals uncomfortable around him.
Always making an attempt to keep in a kept condition, Atticus often has to settle with looking just shy of presentable. His profession keeps enough money on the table that he isn't reduced to wearing rags, just don't expect him to be flashing around a new suit every month. He'll splurge for a new suit every year and intersperse parts of it with his normal clothing. Sometimes wearing his jacket over his dirty well worn shirts and hastily stitched pants, or his nice slacks with an old tatted vest and shirt, it's really what's close at hand in the morning.
Atticus does manage to always step out the door with a clean handkerchief though. The only thing that he doesn't mind being 'untidy' is his hair. He has it longer than what is considered fashionable and he often neglects to shave for several days. Blessed with an boyish swagger, Atticus also got that charming smile that he used to make the ladies melt and to bring great annoyance to the gentlemen.
While he could pull a handsome and dashing cap when cleaned up, even then a close up look at Atticus reveals his low class roots. His fingernails are often bitten and dirty, his drawl gets stronger around his friends, and the numerous bruises and scars that run along his body, mostly torso and forearms, are all signs that he's not the polished man.
When he's talking, there's a chance a person will catch sight of the gold back teeth he has from poor dental care as a boy. He's better about that now of course, but like most little boys, tooth care wasn't on the top of his list. His clothes had color at one point, though stone dust and dirt have practically ingrained their way into the fabric, leaving them greyish in color. His face, as well, often has a grey coat of dust on it, especially on his cheeks.
Personality:
Friendly, warm, compassionate, Atticus has always tried to make other people happy, to a point. He can still be selfish about somethings, but more often than not, Atticus will help out anyone in whatever way he can. His knowing smile seems to help put people at ease. He's never been a manipulator or a conniving bastard, Atticus prefers to use his sincerity to get what he wants. Truthful nearly one hundred percent of the time, Atticus lies only to protect another person's feelings and dignity. His humor is a witty sort, known well for his comments and gentle teasing. He's got a great laugh and he'd rather use it than keep it all bottled inside.
Atticus has had problems committing. He keeps himself a little more reserved now. He's a jealous person at times and can also be very very competitive. Not the best loser, Atticus has never liked losing anything, he wants to win, he wants to be the best. His temper is also variable. He can put up with abuse for a long time, but once his temper pops, he becomes a cold, closed off person. Unable to easily let go of grudges, Atticus has a difficult time forgiving other people. He likes to hold their wrong doing over them.
With regards to the confining social class system, Atticus has always hated it. It kept his father down and the pressure is slowly pressing his chest to the ground too. His workmanship and style with hammer and chisel is well known and respected...by his peers. The gentry and the like just view Atticus as another grey dust covered labourer. He's since stopped trying to get noticed and simply just get by. He's made peace with it and has realized that life is too short.
He just recently quit his two greatest vices, smoking and drinking, though he's far from giving them up completely. Everyone has days they slip.. Needless to say, there are his days when he's not the most pleasant to be around. But he's trying to curb his sharp tongue and is good about that around the gentry and bobbies. His fellow peers though might want to make sure they have a tough skin around him. A lover of classical music and of his violin, he finds his greatest peace with those things. Atticus doesn't like to think about his past, still not comfortable talking about it. When people inquire about it, it's clear that Atticus is very uncomfortable and tries to shift the conversation anywhere else.
History:
Lindeboshire boy, through and through, Atticus was born in the slums to a small family. It was just his father and mother for many years. Atticus seemed to grow up a lot quicker than most of the children, even by slum standards. His father was a stone mason and a rather strict but loving man. Any 'finer' aspects of Atticus's persona came from his delicate mother. Before he started at his father's trade, Atticus had managed to learn how to put a quick stitch in his pants, polite mannerisms toward the ladyfolk, and a handful of other things.
His mother didn't get a chance to instill anything else of consequence as the boy started working with his father when he was nine. Atticus was a naturally curious boy, always ferreting around in places he didn't belong. More than once his hide was tanned red for trying to see just how strong the bridge was before getting repaired, or exactly how stable those top rocks were on that high wall before secured into place. Atticus's lively nature let him escape the switch fairly often though. His smile was always bright no matter how hard the work was.
The only thing that darkened his bright eyes was when he saw the way his father would get treated. When there was a house or even just a foundation commissioned by nobility or gentry, Atticus's father would work his hardest. He was a hard worker for anyone one, but still, extra work would get noticed, right? Rarely, a ten year old Atticus would often tag along without getting noticed by his father, always hoping see the moment his father would get recognised for his skills. But always, Atticus would trudge home alone. He didn't want his father to see him and know that his son had seen him get the bare minimum for what the work had been worth.
Atticus had vowed that once he was old enough, he would get the recognition and move his mother and father out of the slums and into a real house. Working hard, long hours, Atticus slaved away, learning his craft just as well, if not better than his father. Atticus was ready to work on his own when he was sixteen, not to be an apprentice to his father anymore. He also hadn't sacrificed his life during this time. Finally falling for the girl that had grown up across the street from him, Atticus asked her father for permission to court her. The man was a carpenter and a good friend of his father, the union was smiled upon and Atticus was able to be that bashful boy in love.
A room became available in the apartment upstairs from his mother and father, with their intial help, Atticus was able to put rent down on it. Time wore on, two scant years and Atticus was already giving thoughts to asking Mary, the girl across the street, to marry him. During the winter though, things changed. He had been out late that night in the cold. He and Mary had snuck off and were well past the decent time of getting home. Laughing and carrying on, the loud clanging of bells cut their laughter. Fire bells. There was a fire in the slums, the black throat clogging smoke just noticeable against the inky night sky.
Rounding corners and racing through alleys, they came to their own street and saw some of the buildings had caught fire. One of the buildings was Atticus's and his parents. The firemen were still trying to beat back the fire and shouts from inside the building were heard out on the street. Pushing past the firemen, Atticus plunged his way into the building. The smoke was too thick and the flames too hot, he couldn't go further than five paces down the hall. Coughing violently and making the mistake of panicking, the coughs got worse as he tried to take in big breaths. A fireman had managed to get in there and pull the soot covered Atticus out of the building.
The fire burned all night. In the morning, little remained of three buildings. No one knew how many had died and frankly after the initial headlines in the paper, no one really cared. No one but the people that still lived around there. Atticus withdrew sharply from everyone, his friends and from Mary. Mary wouldn't give up on his though, she spent many hours trying to revive the stone boy. All Atticus could do was drag his body from bed to work, so he wouldn't wind up in the prisons. His bed was currently in the house of Mary's father. He hated it, he felt like a failure in every sense of the word. He took more often to boxing, he had started it as a boy and had stuck with it on and off. But now, he started going to fights more often, getting the aggression he seemed incapable of talking about out with his fists.
Coming home one night, the twenty year old paused for a moment on the way to the corner they had set up for him. Mary's father, John, was in the small sitting room playing his violin. It was strange to see such a fine instrument in such a place. Atticus was hypnotized by it. John and Atticus spent many hours talking that night. The two had become close over the years, like his father and John had been. And Atticus was finally able to get everything out he had been hording for two long years. In the following weeks, Atticus looked to return to form. He smiled more and had less of a black cloud hanging over him. Mary and he rekindled their love and the following spring, they were married.
Atticus was starting to put away money again, though still far from able to move away from the slums. They did manage to put rent on a small apartment with their combined incomes, Mary working as a seamstress. The two were very much in love and Atticus wasn't sure he was allowed to be so happy. The days clipped by at an unstoppable pace. Atticus had started grabbing lessons from John on the violin when time permitted, the twenty-two year old showing considerable talent and passion for it. Four more years went by and Atticus learned that soon, he'd be a father. He was thrilled at the news.
He had heard at work, a new apprentice had run up with the message from Mary. Stopping off in the shopping district, Atticus splurged and bought a great bouquet of flowers. Walking up the stairs to their apartment, he saw that their door was slightly open. Putting the flowers into one hand, Atticus's other went to grip at the hammer that hung loosely off his belt. After a cautious entrance he saw it was John. Confused, Atticus asked where Mary was, noticing the strange quietness in the house. John had to sit Atticus down.
The doctor had no explanation for it. It didn't make sense, her heart had just seemed to give out at work. No foul play, no overzealous workman that had beaten or jarred her, no clues at all. John wasn't sure what to expect out of Atticus. Atticus said nothing, he just kind of stared off without really seeing anything. John stood and clapped Atticus on the shoulder, a large black case sitting on the table. He stood Atticus up and walked him over to the couch. Propping Atticus like he were a dummy, John managed to get Atticus lying on the couch. He was still unresponsive, but at least when the tiredness of the day got to him, Atticus wouldn't fall to the floor. John stayed the night, sitting up in the kitchen and looking in on Atticus every hour. Atticus didn't drift off until three in the morning.
John sent word that morning and for the next week that Atticus wouldn't be into work. Indeed, Atticus didn't say a word until half way through the week. He thanked John for staying, but he really needed to be alone. Respecting his wish, John gave his son in law a few more kind words and left. Atticus walked into the kitchen and noticed John had left the black case on the table. Opening it, he saw it was the violin. His eyes glanced up at the initials on the inside of the case. A.G.B. The tiniest, briefest of smiles crossed Atticus's face.
Returning to work, Atticus talked, but not much, keeping his words few and simply letting his work speak for him. Years stretched and while Atticus never fully returned to his jovial self, he managed to pull away from the mute shell. He talked, laughed and cracked jokes in later years, letting people know he was still 'normal'. But he's still a private person these days, keeping his own counsel, and just living day to day.
Strengths:
Determination - Once Atticus has his mind set to something, it would take a team of bulls pulling in the opposite direction to keep him from attaining his goals
Kind Hearted - Soft spot for children, Atticus still doesn't hesitate to help anyone that needs it. They just have to ask or casually mention it and Atticus will pitch in with both hands
Confidence - Stiff backed, Atticus has never flinched from a challenge or a fight. He knows he can do it, just stand back and watch
Physical Strength - Strong arms, calloused tough hands, life as a stone mason has few perks, this is one of them. Also strong from his involvement with boxing. Until recently, Atticus had been a bare knuckle fighter. He now plays by Queensberry rules. Before the fire, Atticus had been regarded as the boxer to bet on. He hadn't had a loss. Since the fire though, his breath and pace isn't what it used to be. He can still knock the holy bejesus out of a chap, but for every shot he gets off, his opponent could get off about four.
Good Judge of Character - Atticus doesn't like getting lied to and has made a point of rarely lying himself. He's become a good judge on when someone is lying to him
Masonry - A very talented cutter, carver and layer, it seems that stone cutting is in his blood
Violinist - Still unpolished, Atticus can play with decent skill and is still learning. Compared to others, Atticus finds he still pulls a scratched string more often than he'd like. But in general, listening to Atticus play, especially in the slums, is an enjoyable thing.
Weaknesses:
Jealousy - It's hard to be a 'havenot'
Competitive - He lets it blind him, he can become obsessed with being the best
Physical Weakness - Ever since the fire, Atticus has had a persistent cough, and it gets worse when he overexerts himself. It has caused him to pass out a very limited number of times
Letting go of Grudges - He doesn't like it when a liar slips under his radar and he winds up getting betrayed
Committing - He prefers to rely only on himself, he doesn't like having to be worried about losing someone he's close to again
Illiterate - Partly, he can letter his name and can make out simple directions
Addiction - Smoking and drinking, but he's trying to give them up
Bias/Prejudices - Higher classes than him, Atticus dislikes intensely
Weapons:“I can point a gun in the general correct direction and pull the trigger"...an' I can swing a prett' mean hammer...
Picture:
Preferred Form of Address on A&A: Ginny
Preferred Contact Information: email :: sleepyartisan@gmail.com
Other Characters on A&A: --
How You Found A&A: Affl. on North and South
IC Information
Name:Atticus Gregory Blisten
Avatar:Hugh Jackman
Occupation: Stone Mason[working on a connector bridge at the moment]
Age:29
Gender:male
Appearance:
Atticus has a sturdy build and stands at 5'8". He was an active boxer in his youth and still is, which has kept him in good form. Fair skinned, that along with his coarse dark brown hair sets his grey eyes off. They seem to always be bright and sparking with energy. The eyes are always clear and cold. Hard to read from his body language, Atticus prefers to maintain that air of distance as it keeps his rivals uncomfortable around him.
Always making an attempt to keep in a kept condition, Atticus often has to settle with looking just shy of presentable. His profession keeps enough money on the table that he isn't reduced to wearing rags, just don't expect him to be flashing around a new suit every month. He'll splurge for a new suit every year and intersperse parts of it with his normal clothing. Sometimes wearing his jacket over his dirty well worn shirts and hastily stitched pants, or his nice slacks with an old tatted vest and shirt, it's really what's close at hand in the morning.
Atticus does manage to always step out the door with a clean handkerchief though. The only thing that he doesn't mind being 'untidy' is his hair. He has it longer than what is considered fashionable and he often neglects to shave for several days. Blessed with an boyish swagger, Atticus also got that charming smile that he used to make the ladies melt and to bring great annoyance to the gentlemen.
While he could pull a handsome and dashing cap when cleaned up, even then a close up look at Atticus reveals his low class roots. His fingernails are often bitten and dirty, his drawl gets stronger around his friends, and the numerous bruises and scars that run along his body, mostly torso and forearms, are all signs that he's not the polished man.
When he's talking, there's a chance a person will catch sight of the gold back teeth he has from poor dental care as a boy. He's better about that now of course, but like most little boys, tooth care wasn't on the top of his list. His clothes had color at one point, though stone dust and dirt have practically ingrained their way into the fabric, leaving them greyish in color. His face, as well, often has a grey coat of dust on it, especially on his cheeks.
Personality:
Friendly, warm, compassionate, Atticus has always tried to make other people happy, to a point. He can still be selfish about somethings, but more often than not, Atticus will help out anyone in whatever way he can. His knowing smile seems to help put people at ease. He's never been a manipulator or a conniving bastard, Atticus prefers to use his sincerity to get what he wants. Truthful nearly one hundred percent of the time, Atticus lies only to protect another person's feelings and dignity. His humor is a witty sort, known well for his comments and gentle teasing. He's got a great laugh and he'd rather use it than keep it all bottled inside.
Atticus has had problems committing. He keeps himself a little more reserved now. He's a jealous person at times and can also be very very competitive. Not the best loser, Atticus has never liked losing anything, he wants to win, he wants to be the best. His temper is also variable. He can put up with abuse for a long time, but once his temper pops, he becomes a cold, closed off person. Unable to easily let go of grudges, Atticus has a difficult time forgiving other people. He likes to hold their wrong doing over them.
With regards to the confining social class system, Atticus has always hated it. It kept his father down and the pressure is slowly pressing his chest to the ground too. His workmanship and style with hammer and chisel is well known and respected...by his peers. The gentry and the like just view Atticus as another grey dust covered labourer. He's since stopped trying to get noticed and simply just get by. He's made peace with it and has realized that life is too short.
He just recently quit his two greatest vices, smoking and drinking, though he's far from giving them up completely. Everyone has days they slip.. Needless to say, there are his days when he's not the most pleasant to be around. But he's trying to curb his sharp tongue and is good about that around the gentry and bobbies. His fellow peers though might want to make sure they have a tough skin around him. A lover of classical music and of his violin, he finds his greatest peace with those things. Atticus doesn't like to think about his past, still not comfortable talking about it. When people inquire about it, it's clear that Atticus is very uncomfortable and tries to shift the conversation anywhere else.
History:
Lindeboshire boy, through and through, Atticus was born in the slums to a small family. It was just his father and mother for many years. Atticus seemed to grow up a lot quicker than most of the children, even by slum standards. His father was a stone mason and a rather strict but loving man. Any 'finer' aspects of Atticus's persona came from his delicate mother. Before he started at his father's trade, Atticus had managed to learn how to put a quick stitch in his pants, polite mannerisms toward the ladyfolk, and a handful of other things.
His mother didn't get a chance to instill anything else of consequence as the boy started working with his father when he was nine. Atticus was a naturally curious boy, always ferreting around in places he didn't belong. More than once his hide was tanned red for trying to see just how strong the bridge was before getting repaired, or exactly how stable those top rocks were on that high wall before secured into place. Atticus's lively nature let him escape the switch fairly often though. His smile was always bright no matter how hard the work was.
The only thing that darkened his bright eyes was when he saw the way his father would get treated. When there was a house or even just a foundation commissioned by nobility or gentry, Atticus's father would work his hardest. He was a hard worker for anyone one, but still, extra work would get noticed, right? Rarely, a ten year old Atticus would often tag along without getting noticed by his father, always hoping see the moment his father would get recognised for his skills. But always, Atticus would trudge home alone. He didn't want his father to see him and know that his son had seen him get the bare minimum for what the work had been worth.
Atticus had vowed that once he was old enough, he would get the recognition and move his mother and father out of the slums and into a real house. Working hard, long hours, Atticus slaved away, learning his craft just as well, if not better than his father. Atticus was ready to work on his own when he was sixteen, not to be an apprentice to his father anymore. He also hadn't sacrificed his life during this time. Finally falling for the girl that had grown up across the street from him, Atticus asked her father for permission to court her. The man was a carpenter and a good friend of his father, the union was smiled upon and Atticus was able to be that bashful boy in love.
A room became available in the apartment upstairs from his mother and father, with their intial help, Atticus was able to put rent down on it. Time wore on, two scant years and Atticus was already giving thoughts to asking Mary, the girl across the street, to marry him. During the winter though, things changed. He had been out late that night in the cold. He and Mary had snuck off and were well past the decent time of getting home. Laughing and carrying on, the loud clanging of bells cut their laughter. Fire bells. There was a fire in the slums, the black throat clogging smoke just noticeable against the inky night sky.
Rounding corners and racing through alleys, they came to their own street and saw some of the buildings had caught fire. One of the buildings was Atticus's and his parents. The firemen were still trying to beat back the fire and shouts from inside the building were heard out on the street. Pushing past the firemen, Atticus plunged his way into the building. The smoke was too thick and the flames too hot, he couldn't go further than five paces down the hall. Coughing violently and making the mistake of panicking, the coughs got worse as he tried to take in big breaths. A fireman had managed to get in there and pull the soot covered Atticus out of the building.
The fire burned all night. In the morning, little remained of three buildings. No one knew how many had died and frankly after the initial headlines in the paper, no one really cared. No one but the people that still lived around there. Atticus withdrew sharply from everyone, his friends and from Mary. Mary wouldn't give up on his though, she spent many hours trying to revive the stone boy. All Atticus could do was drag his body from bed to work, so he wouldn't wind up in the prisons. His bed was currently in the house of Mary's father. He hated it, he felt like a failure in every sense of the word. He took more often to boxing, he had started it as a boy and had stuck with it on and off. But now, he started going to fights more often, getting the aggression he seemed incapable of talking about out with his fists.
Coming home one night, the twenty year old paused for a moment on the way to the corner they had set up for him. Mary's father, John, was in the small sitting room playing his violin. It was strange to see such a fine instrument in such a place. Atticus was hypnotized by it. John and Atticus spent many hours talking that night. The two had become close over the years, like his father and John had been. And Atticus was finally able to get everything out he had been hording for two long years. In the following weeks, Atticus looked to return to form. He smiled more and had less of a black cloud hanging over him. Mary and he rekindled their love and the following spring, they were married.
Atticus was starting to put away money again, though still far from able to move away from the slums. They did manage to put rent on a small apartment with their combined incomes, Mary working as a seamstress. The two were very much in love and Atticus wasn't sure he was allowed to be so happy. The days clipped by at an unstoppable pace. Atticus had started grabbing lessons from John on the violin when time permitted, the twenty-two year old showing considerable talent and passion for it. Four more years went by and Atticus learned that soon, he'd be a father. He was thrilled at the news.
He had heard at work, a new apprentice had run up with the message from Mary. Stopping off in the shopping district, Atticus splurged and bought a great bouquet of flowers. Walking up the stairs to their apartment, he saw that their door was slightly open. Putting the flowers into one hand, Atticus's other went to grip at the hammer that hung loosely off his belt. After a cautious entrance he saw it was John. Confused, Atticus asked where Mary was, noticing the strange quietness in the house. John had to sit Atticus down.
The doctor had no explanation for it. It didn't make sense, her heart had just seemed to give out at work. No foul play, no overzealous workman that had beaten or jarred her, no clues at all. John wasn't sure what to expect out of Atticus. Atticus said nothing, he just kind of stared off without really seeing anything. John stood and clapped Atticus on the shoulder, a large black case sitting on the table. He stood Atticus up and walked him over to the couch. Propping Atticus like he were a dummy, John managed to get Atticus lying on the couch. He was still unresponsive, but at least when the tiredness of the day got to him, Atticus wouldn't fall to the floor. John stayed the night, sitting up in the kitchen and looking in on Atticus every hour. Atticus didn't drift off until three in the morning.
John sent word that morning and for the next week that Atticus wouldn't be into work. Indeed, Atticus didn't say a word until half way through the week. He thanked John for staying, but he really needed to be alone. Respecting his wish, John gave his son in law a few more kind words and left. Atticus walked into the kitchen and noticed John had left the black case on the table. Opening it, he saw it was the violin. His eyes glanced up at the initials on the inside of the case. A.G.B. The tiniest, briefest of smiles crossed Atticus's face.
Returning to work, Atticus talked, but not much, keeping his words few and simply letting his work speak for him. Years stretched and while Atticus never fully returned to his jovial self, he managed to pull away from the mute shell. He talked, laughed and cracked jokes in later years, letting people know he was still 'normal'. But he's still a private person these days, keeping his own counsel, and just living day to day.
Strengths:
Determination - Once Atticus has his mind set to something, it would take a team of bulls pulling in the opposite direction to keep him from attaining his goals
Kind Hearted - Soft spot for children, Atticus still doesn't hesitate to help anyone that needs it. They just have to ask or casually mention it and Atticus will pitch in with both hands
Confidence - Stiff backed, Atticus has never flinched from a challenge or a fight. He knows he can do it, just stand back and watch
Physical Strength - Strong arms, calloused tough hands, life as a stone mason has few perks, this is one of them. Also strong from his involvement with boxing. Until recently, Atticus had been a bare knuckle fighter. He now plays by Queensberry rules. Before the fire, Atticus had been regarded as the boxer to bet on. He hadn't had a loss. Since the fire though, his breath and pace isn't what it used to be. He can still knock the holy bejesus out of a chap, but for every shot he gets off, his opponent could get off about four.
Good Judge of Character - Atticus doesn't like getting lied to and has made a point of rarely lying himself. He's become a good judge on when someone is lying to him
Masonry - A very talented cutter, carver and layer, it seems that stone cutting is in his blood
Violinist - Still unpolished, Atticus can play with decent skill and is still learning. Compared to others, Atticus finds he still pulls a scratched string more often than he'd like. But in general, listening to Atticus play, especially in the slums, is an enjoyable thing.
Weaknesses:
Jealousy - It's hard to be a 'havenot'
Competitive - He lets it blind him, he can become obsessed with being the best
Physical Weakness - Ever since the fire, Atticus has had a persistent cough, and it gets worse when he overexerts himself. It has caused him to pass out a very limited number of times
Letting go of Grudges - He doesn't like it when a liar slips under his radar and he winds up getting betrayed
Committing - He prefers to rely only on himself, he doesn't like having to be worried about losing someone he's close to again
Illiterate - Partly, he can letter his name and can make out simple directions
Addiction - Smoking and drinking, but he's trying to give them up
Bias/Prejudices - Higher classes than him, Atticus dislikes intensely
Weapons:“I can point a gun in the general correct direction and pull the trigger"...an' I can swing a prett' mean hammer...
Picture:
Etcetera - March 20, 2007 03:26 AM (GMT)
Nice work! I løve him and can't wait to see him in RP.
Appruved :banana:
And welcome to the board! :)
Appruved :banana:
And welcome to the board! :)
Mjinga - March 20, 2007 04:10 AM (GMT)
I love him too. :) Dang good job with the app.
I just have two thingies I want clarified. Not so much changed, just a leetle added info.
As I understand it he is pretty good at both boxing and violin-playing. But against professional competition in either case, how would he fare?
And then, you say in the personality “He just recently quit his two greatest vices completely” but then in the weaknesses, “Smoking and drinking, but he's trying to give them up.” The one implies he already beat it and the other not…?
But just a smidge of clarification there are I’ll pop him on through. :)
Oh, out of curiosity, which rules does he fight under? Our time-period is right around the lawsuit that banned bareknuckle fighting, so he could either have been a bare-knuckle boxer or he might have worn gloves of fair size, and he could have fought under the London Prize Ring rules or the Queensberry rules. Which did you have in mind?
EDIT: Ooop, another curiosity. :D
I just have two thingies I want clarified. Not so much changed, just a leetle added info.
As I understand it he is pretty good at both boxing and violin-playing. But against professional competition in either case, how would he fare?
And then, you say in the personality “He just recently quit his two greatest vices completely” but then in the weaknesses, “Smoking and drinking, but he's trying to give them up.” The one implies he already beat it and the other not…?
But just a smidge of clarification there are I’ll pop him on through. :)
Oh, out of curiosity, which rules does he fight under? Our time-period is right around the lawsuit that banned bareknuckle fighting, so he could either have been a bare-knuckle boxer or he might have worn gloves of fair size, and he could have fought under the London Prize Ring rules or the Queensberry rules. Which did you have in mind?
EDIT: Ooop, another curiosity. :D
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Atticus Blisten - March 20, 2007 01:17 PM (GMT)
edited, it was mostly carelessness on my part.
~Added his skills with boxing and with the violin in the Strengths part of the app
~Fixed the vices of smoking and drinking in the personality section
~Fixed the style of boxing in the strengths section as well under Physical strength
~Added in Affli. at the top[totally forgot]
Please lemme know if there's anything else you'd like to see fixed or shaped up! :lol:
[Later EDIT]
Also changed his height.
~Added his skills with boxing and with the violin in the Strengths part of the app
~Fixed the vices of smoking and drinking in the personality section
~Fixed the style of boxing in the strengths section as well under Physical strength
~Added in Affli. at the top[totally forgot]
Please lemme know if there's anything else you'd like to see fixed or shaped up! :lol:
[Later EDIT]
Also changed his height.
Mjinga - March 20, 2007 11:46 PM (GMT)
:mjinga: Approved. But, just as with some other charries, it’s coming with a caveat.
First, and this is for your preference if you want to change:
First, and this is for your preference if you want to change:
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| Atticus has a sturdy build and stands at 5'8". |
You’re under height now, just to make sure you know. 5’10” is about average. Since you can’t change it once you’re approved, PM me if you want it taller and I’ll edit it.
Second:
Second:
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| Before the fire, Atticus had been regarded as the boxer to bet on. He hadn't had a loss. |
In the amateur circles, it wasn’t professional. I realise you said he isn’t perfect now, but it seems odd to me that he wouldn’t ever have a loss and be a mastercrafter stonemason-person. I don’t want him to suddenly pop up as a boxing legend from before or something. You probably did not even think about doing that, I know, but I am just making sure.
Very nice job on the app. I love your writing and am looking forward to RPing with you. :)
Very nice job on the app. I love your writing and am looking forward to RPing with you. :)