Post by Milkbone on Nov 27, 2011 10:05:33 GMT -8
I'm kinda new at this... Well not kinda... More like I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing. I'm taking a leap of faith here.
Name: James "Milkbone" Hark
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Great Deer Yard Hotel, Room 046
Type of Car: Not a car. A well taken care of '56 silver Indian Chief motorcycle.
Occupation/Skill: He usual never stays in one place, so an actual job possible. Great mechanic with cars, though he will do odd jobs. Even without the bike, he's a very fast runner. Hobbies include working on his bike, and riding on his bike.
Appearance: His hair is blond, shaped into a 1950's duck-tail with a strain curl on his forehead. Caucasian skin, grey colored eyes. Sometimes sullen from lack of sleep.
He wears a leather bomber jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. This jacket has two breast pockets, two hand pockets, and one pocket inside the jacket itself. He wears black boots, jeans, and a gray or white shirt. He also wears black fingerless gloves when ever he rides his bike, which is to say, all the time.
He has a tattoo on his right arm. It is a horse skull surrounded by a halo with a devil's tail coming from its mouth like a tongue, which wraps around his arm two times. If you ask him about it, he'll say that its something he got when he was younger.
Compared to most, he's rather short and thin. His shortness often cause people to think that he's younger than he really is (It varies from either sixteen or eighteen).
By older folks, he's been mistaken for James Dean, by the younger, a weirdo.
Personality: He's quiet. He doesn't speak so much, and will when he wants. This is often mistake for him ignoring people.
He is also rather cold-hearted. He doesn't deal around people very well, and may say things bluntly.
If he is known for anything, its his short temper. When angry, he tends to act before thinking, and this has often led him into a lot of trouble. The "shoot first, ask questions later" bit.
- He likes the wind on his skin, when ever he's on his bike or running.
- He likes chocolate sundaes, chocolate milkshakes. chocolate ice cream, chocolate candies, hot coco, any thing chocolate and he will like it. Unless it's an abomination of nature... He will not admit he's got a thing for chocolate.
- He likes ham and egg sandwich with toast.
- He often comes across people as either glaring or daydreaming. This is often not the case, its just who he is.
History:
James was raise in an orphanage, not knowing whether his parents had abandoned him or if they died. Because of the harsh conditions, bullying, and neglection, he had to learn to be tough and ruthless or he wouldn't have made it.
At age ten, he and several of the orphaned boys made a bet with each other. They would stay the night at the nearby privately owned junkyard. While it started out fine, it later became worse. The dogs that guard the junkyard chased them. While the boys escaped, James did not. He had to run all night in order to keep his skin. That meant a lot of running, and many close calls. He finally escaped the yard by dawn, exhausted both mentally and physically. The boys that had escaped during the night started calling him a "Dog Treat" or "Milkbone". The nickname stuck with him.
At age twelve, Milkbone watched "Rebel Without a Cause". This started a trend of leather jackets and ducktails, as well as a lifetime fascination with the 50s. He basically became a James Dean wannabe, with later fascinations with the Fonz, Danny Zuko, and movies West side story and the Outsiders.
He took up smoking at age fourteen.
His life truly changed at age sixteen. A motorcycle gang came into his hometown, called the "Pit-Saints". One of the leading members, the cowboy hat wearing man known only as the "Captain" saw Milkbone as an excellent successor. The man gave him his bike, the '56 silver Indian Chief, one of the fastest bikes within the gang. Afterward, the Captain practically dropped off the face of the earth, leaving the gang. Milkbone left the orphanage for the gang. This is also where he meet his first and only father figure, an African American man known as "West-Wilds".
While in the gang, the speed of his bike and his own legs earned him his last name, Hark.
At age eighteen, the leader of the gang, the Pit-Saint King, also known as Piper-Bags, got into a motorcycle accident. This broke up the gang. West disappeared like the Captain, not before a farewell to Milkbone.
Currently, Milkbone has been on the road. Or was...
RP Sample:
The air was cold as he rode.
Milkbone doesn't really mind the cold, or the rain. The water drops hit him like small pebbles as he practically glides on the pavement of the road. He's going nowhere, he can't exactly go anywhere when there's no place to go back to. It’s been like this for the past three years, and it’s always been him and his bike. It wasn't long before he by passed the sign and ended up on a large bridge. If he had paid any attention, he would've known that he had just entered a town called "Greenvale", but as usual he didn't notice nor care about his destination.
He stopped his bike at the intersection within the town. Something just nagged at him about this place, maybe it was the lack of cars moving on the road even though it was mid-day, maybe it was the simple dark of the rain clouds, just something bugged him. He remembered what West said, the reason to keep traveling so far was to find the right place. That was West's reasons for taking to his crimson bike, It wasn't Milkbone's as far as he knew. But maybe he found that place...
No. No it wasn't. This town wasn't the right town, but he knew that he wasn't going to be leaving as soon as he would've liked.
Additional Notes:
- Those who know Milkbone by his real name, calls him Jimmy or Jim at their own risk.
- His bike is apart of a small group within the Pit-Saints. The word "Death" was imprint on his bike. This corresponds with three other bikes within the gang, West-Wides's crimson bike with the word "War", Piper-Bags's black bike with the word "Plague". The last bike and its rider had long left the Pit-Saints before Milkbone, but the rider was known as Tommy-Gunner with his white bike known as "Conquest". If someone asks Milkbone about, he'll talk about it for hours.
- Milkbone lives out of a suitcase, so no fancy or even formal clothing.
- He doesn't have a cell phone, this makes contacting him difficult.
- Milkbone has a large pocket knife inside his jacket's inner pocket. This item had originally belong to West.
- He has a packet of cigarettes in one of his front pockets, and a box of matches. He does have a lighter, and when questioned about why he uses the matches instead of the lighter, and he'll either say that it doesn't have any oil or that he doesn't want to. The lighter was another thing given to him by the Captain.
- He also has two other things. A pair of goggles with one of the eyes shatter and covered in some strange brown substance. He got this from the Pit-Saint King after the accident.
- The last significant thing is an old discolor picture which details four people on motorcycles. The Captain, wearing his cowboy hat and on his bike "DEATH", West-Wides on his bike "WAR", Tommy-Gunner, a slightly chunky man with a bandana on his head and on his bike "CONQUEST" and then a large bulky man with a long beard (Piper-bags) wearing goggles and on his bike "PLAGUE". This picture is currently in his wallet.
(God this is a lot of stuff...)
Name: James "Milkbone" Hark
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Great Deer Yard Hotel, Room 046
Type of Car: Not a car. A well taken care of '56 silver Indian Chief motorcycle.
Occupation/Skill: He usual never stays in one place, so an actual job possible. Great mechanic with cars, though he will do odd jobs. Even without the bike, he's a very fast runner. Hobbies include working on his bike, and riding on his bike.
Appearance: His hair is blond, shaped into a 1950's duck-tail with a strain curl on his forehead. Caucasian skin, grey colored eyes. Sometimes sullen from lack of sleep.
He wears a leather bomber jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. This jacket has two breast pockets, two hand pockets, and one pocket inside the jacket itself. He wears black boots, jeans, and a gray or white shirt. He also wears black fingerless gloves when ever he rides his bike, which is to say, all the time.
He has a tattoo on his right arm. It is a horse skull surrounded by a halo with a devil's tail coming from its mouth like a tongue, which wraps around his arm two times. If you ask him about it, he'll say that its something he got when he was younger.
Compared to most, he's rather short and thin. His shortness often cause people to think that he's younger than he really is (It varies from either sixteen or eighteen).
By older folks, he's been mistaken for James Dean, by the younger, a weirdo.
Personality: He's quiet. He doesn't speak so much, and will when he wants. This is often mistake for him ignoring people.
He is also rather cold-hearted. He doesn't deal around people very well, and may say things bluntly.
If he is known for anything, its his short temper. When angry, he tends to act before thinking, and this has often led him into a lot of trouble. The "shoot first, ask questions later" bit.
- He likes the wind on his skin, when ever he's on his bike or running.
- He likes chocolate sundaes, chocolate milkshakes. chocolate ice cream, chocolate candies, hot coco, any thing chocolate and he will like it. Unless it's an abomination of nature... He will not admit he's got a thing for chocolate.
- He likes ham and egg sandwich with toast.
- He often comes across people as either glaring or daydreaming. This is often not the case, its just who he is.
History:
James was raise in an orphanage, not knowing whether his parents had abandoned him or if they died. Because of the harsh conditions, bullying, and neglection, he had to learn to be tough and ruthless or he wouldn't have made it.
At age ten, he and several of the orphaned boys made a bet with each other. They would stay the night at the nearby privately owned junkyard. While it started out fine, it later became worse. The dogs that guard the junkyard chased them. While the boys escaped, James did not. He had to run all night in order to keep his skin. That meant a lot of running, and many close calls. He finally escaped the yard by dawn, exhausted both mentally and physically. The boys that had escaped during the night started calling him a "Dog Treat" or "Milkbone". The nickname stuck with him.
At age twelve, Milkbone watched "Rebel Without a Cause". This started a trend of leather jackets and ducktails, as well as a lifetime fascination with the 50s. He basically became a James Dean wannabe, with later fascinations with the Fonz, Danny Zuko, and movies West side story and the Outsiders.
He took up smoking at age fourteen.
His life truly changed at age sixteen. A motorcycle gang came into his hometown, called the "Pit-Saints". One of the leading members, the cowboy hat wearing man known only as the "Captain" saw Milkbone as an excellent successor. The man gave him his bike, the '56 silver Indian Chief, one of the fastest bikes within the gang. Afterward, the Captain practically dropped off the face of the earth, leaving the gang. Milkbone left the orphanage for the gang. This is also where he meet his first and only father figure, an African American man known as "West-Wilds".
While in the gang, the speed of his bike and his own legs earned him his last name, Hark.
At age eighteen, the leader of the gang, the Pit-Saint King, also known as Piper-Bags, got into a motorcycle accident. This broke up the gang. West disappeared like the Captain, not before a farewell to Milkbone.
Currently, Milkbone has been on the road. Or was...
RP Sample:
The air was cold as he rode.
Milkbone doesn't really mind the cold, or the rain. The water drops hit him like small pebbles as he practically glides on the pavement of the road. He's going nowhere, he can't exactly go anywhere when there's no place to go back to. It’s been like this for the past three years, and it’s always been him and his bike. It wasn't long before he by passed the sign and ended up on a large bridge. If he had paid any attention, he would've known that he had just entered a town called "Greenvale", but as usual he didn't notice nor care about his destination.
He stopped his bike at the intersection within the town. Something just nagged at him about this place, maybe it was the lack of cars moving on the road even though it was mid-day, maybe it was the simple dark of the rain clouds, just something bugged him. He remembered what West said, the reason to keep traveling so far was to find the right place. That was West's reasons for taking to his crimson bike, It wasn't Milkbone's as far as he knew. But maybe he found that place...
No. No it wasn't. This town wasn't the right town, but he knew that he wasn't going to be leaving as soon as he would've liked.
Additional Notes:
- Those who know Milkbone by his real name, calls him Jimmy or Jim at their own risk.
- His bike is apart of a small group within the Pit-Saints. The word "Death" was imprint on his bike. This corresponds with three other bikes within the gang, West-Wides's crimson bike with the word "War", Piper-Bags's black bike with the word "Plague". The last bike and its rider had long left the Pit-Saints before Milkbone, but the rider was known as Tommy-Gunner with his white bike known as "Conquest". If someone asks Milkbone about, he'll talk about it for hours.
- Milkbone lives out of a suitcase, so no fancy or even formal clothing.
- He doesn't have a cell phone, this makes contacting him difficult.
- Milkbone has a large pocket knife inside his jacket's inner pocket. This item had originally belong to West.
- He has a packet of cigarettes in one of his front pockets, and a box of matches. He does have a lighter, and when questioned about why he uses the matches instead of the lighter, and he'll either say that it doesn't have any oil or that he doesn't want to. The lighter was another thing given to him by the Captain.
- He also has two other things. A pair of goggles with one of the eyes shatter and covered in some strange brown substance. He got this from the Pit-Saint King after the accident.
- The last significant thing is an old discolor picture which details four people on motorcycles. The Captain, wearing his cowboy hat and on his bike "DEATH", West-Wides on his bike "WAR", Tommy-Gunner, a slightly chunky man with a bandana on his head and on his bike "CONQUEST" and then a large bulky man with a long beard (Piper-bags) wearing goggles and on his bike "PLAGUE". This picture is currently in his wallet.
(God this is a lot of stuff...)
