Post by Calum S. Campbell on Apr 7, 2011 8:11:57 GMT -6
Name and Number: Calum Scott Campbell #164
Nation: Scotland
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Role: Teacher: Battle tactics, Physical Education (Gym)
Birthday: 30th Novemeber
Team: Blue
Personality: He was never one to set a good example, nor follow by the rules. This drug-addicted alcoholic is cocky and arrogant. He's a terrible flirt and has a higher opinion of himself then he really deserves. One stab at his pride and it's likely he won't react too kindly. He's quicker to act than he is to think and often he resorts to throwing punches before asking questions. Although he may say he won't hit a woman, he probably would...
His humour is often slightly tongue and cheek, often sadistic and immoral, but that doesn't mean he's a bad guy. Generally he's friendly, up for a good laugh but he's also quick to temper. He almost has a split personality from one friendly and jokey guy to one who you just don't want to mess with.
If you wronged him once, he often finds it hard to shrug and let go, his grudges can go on for years to the point where he has forgotten why he hated them in the first place. He doesn't have much patience for kids or overly cheerful people, which is a shame since he's a teacher.
Although some people might not be able to handle his constant teasing, he doesn't do it out of malice but as a friendly way of socialising (or more likely a flirt). There is a softer and more caring side to him, but he's sometimes scared people will use that softness against him so he tries to keep up the tough guy act.
History: Born in Edinburgh but raised in Glasgow; Europe's murder capital. Glasgow was a rough city and he had to learn fast how to toughen up. In his early teenage years he never cared much for school and decided to take on the role of 'delinquent' and skip school and follow the wrong crowds. His parents weren't particularly ones to give him a firm hand for his behaviour, so he never discovered consequences to his actions. Skipping class meant he didn't become very book-smart, but he is most certainly street smart.
He didn't do much besides loiter on street corners, drinking cheap whisky, managing to find shops to buy it from despite being several years under-age. Eventually he began to realise that being a drunkard was getting him nowhere fast and he didn't particularly like the role of 'bitch' to the gang he was in. He wanted to up his game, get a job where he could exploit his power and become his enemy; a teacher. But any simple teacher would not please him, he wanted to opt for something more glamourous. Now a teacher in a spy school? Sean Connery eat your heart out.
[More needs to be added and connections need to be made...]
School Identity: He's a teacher who sets a bad example for the kids, arriving at least 10 minutes late to practice and his lessons due to his constant need for a cigarette break. He puts minimum effort into teaching his lessons and yet he has a tendency to play 'bad cop' amongst the teachers if a student wrongs him. He's not afraid to issue out detentions.
Skills: He knows how to swing a golf club, though not always at golf balls...
He would probably want me to comment on something about his skills in bed... we shall avoid that.
He's skilful at starting fights, but not always winning them.
He also has an incredible knack at pissing people off without even trying, even if he's attempting to be nice. And he seems to taint people...
RP Sample:
How long had it been now? A whole 12 minutes had gone by and the Scotsman was already restless. He flicked his green irises back to the clock above the principles jabbering face. He had counted right the first time but his fingers were already twitching towards his back pocket. These speeches were always long-winded and, quite frankly, pointless. Did this even concern the teachers? He presumed he should stay at the back, appearing like he knew what was going on as he did most days. Maybe he'd get out his reading glasses to appear even more intellectual. He scoffed and made a small utterance at the thought. "Intellectual ma arse."
He reclined back into the chair, looking around, realising he had spoken out-loud again. He should stop that habit before people thought he was losing his wits, but not long after that observation he cursed under his breath. Thirteen minutes now since his last cigarette. Was that really all? He swore that one day he would give up those demon sticks, but that one day was not going to be any time soon.
He did recall during a staff meeting that there was something different about this assembly but could he not just hurry it on? He had papers to mark, he did not care about the uniform regulations, and how the students must work hard because these are the years that count. It was a load of bollocks anyway, Calum had done jack-all in school and look where it got him. He had a well-paid job and a headache from noisy teenagers. He was not sure if he was proud of it.
He yawned loudly, taking out his lighter and flicking his thumb against the trigger obsessively. Then suddenly something caught Calum's attention; something about a competition? The Scotsman had a thrill for a challenge and would take up any chance to show himself up over others. Not once had he ever developed maturity over the years. His adrenaline was already pumping. They had to choose teams -- Ah... Just the mention of 'teams' brought him backdown to ground level. But maybe he could learn how to tame his arrogance in order to help others, maybe... he'd managed it before now.
He was calling them up individually by number. He was #164. This was going to be more tedious than counting the minutes on the clock. He fidgeted in his seat, fighting the strong temptation to wring the man's neck for keeping him even longer from his cigarettes. Eventually his number was called after what felt like hours of torture. He walked casually up, hands in his pockets. Which colour to pick... he saw no need to worry over decision, he chose blue. Blue was his favourite colour, the colour of the St. Andrew's cross and the colour of his family tartan - the colour he had the most pride for.
Other: OOC: uuumm, this'll probably get added to even once it's finished.. if not it's because I forgot and/or got lazy.
Want to know some more about me? I'm English and I've lived in England all my life, so yes I will spell correctly, haha. I have Scottish roots (as well as a shitload of other things) which is one of the reasons I love rping my neighbouring country... There. You'll probably discover more about me as we rp. XD
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