Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 14:23:57 GMT -6
Name: Ricky Coheed
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: Maintenance Worker at LaGuardia High School
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Ricky has a tall, slender frame and generally exhausted appearance. His skin is a touch pale, his eyes are a bit sunken, and he all around looks just a little sickly. His red hair is something of a floofy mess, generally unkempt, and he’s grown out a somewhat presentable goatee that extends about an inch off of his chin. His cheekbones are peppered with freckles. Stretching down a good portion of his abdomen is a rather noticeable surgical scar.
Clothing Appearance: At work, given the more rough nature of his job, Ricky generally sticks to plain t-shirts, a beat up pair of cargo pants, and steel toe boots. In the colder months he also slips into one of the school’s provided track jackets. Off the clock he still keeps things pretty casual. Neutral t-shirts, hoodies, the occasional button down flannel, various pairs of jeans, etc. Generally speaking though, he does have a favorite look. And old faded army jacket of his father’s that he pulls up the collar on, black t-shirt underneath, and a dark pair of blue jeans. The jacket itself is something he’s thrown a number of patched onto over the years, mostly little badges or emblems he thought would look nice on it. It’s not uncommon for him to walk around with a pair of headphones slung around his neck either, given his love for music.
Personality: Ricky is introverted and a touch spacey. He zones out pretty easily, especially when hooked into his music player. There’s actually a fair amount of thinking going on behind his stoic expression, but he’s never quite been the best at bringing that sort of thing out in the open. He can be stubborn and hard to convince, or even talk to in some cases, but those that manage to bore through his shell will find someone who, while maybe quiet and uncertain of himself, truly does mean well for those around him.
Weapons/Tools: The most that Ricky ever carries around in terms of weaponry is a folding multi tool. While he mostly uses it for work and other things that may require repair it DOES have a blade within its arsenal, even if it is just a small pocket blade for cutting boxes.
Skills: Ricky absolutely loves music and has taught himself a number of instruments, including piano, saxophone, guitar, and even various soundpads. He’s got a knack for electronics as well, both in terms of operation and repair.
Are they a Stand User: Yes
Quotes: “...”
“Um… you mind? Kinda trying to work here kid.”
“I, uh… shit, h-hey. Was I kinda cold there for a second? My bad if I was, seriously. Eheh...”
“... huh? Damn, sorry dude, kinda spaced for a second there. Just, um… I promise I’ll listen this time okay?”
“No. No, for real, put on the headphones, listen for like, two seconds. These guys are AMAZING.”
Their Goal: In spite of his quiet nature, Ricky wants to do something with his music.
Their Secret: Ricky is actually pretty emotionally sensitive and vulnerable, taking things pretty personally most of the time. To keep from bringing attention to himself he prefers to keep on the neutral mask, but bottling those things up can’t be healthy.
Weaknesses: Aside from not always being in the best of health, Ricky has a hard time finding his assertiveness. He can be painfully stubborn, though more passively than in any kind of hotheaded fashion. When presented with an option he desperately doesn’t favor, instead of discussing or arguing with it he simply shuts down, refusing to act much at all.
Strengths: Ricky, with all of the retreating inward he does, is quite the creative thinker. He’s relatively intelligent and finds ways to think outside the box from time to time. Also, in very specific instances, his generally demure and muted nature actually makes him a very difficult read, essentially making him slightly unpredictable by circumstance alone.
Bio: Born and raised in Mahattan, Ricky’s life was pretty average up to a point. His mother worked as a teller for a local bank, and his father was a since retired war vet starting up an electrician business. He grew up under a good pair of wings to steer him, even if he wasn’t always the most rambunctious kid to begin with. From a young age he showed an interest in music, but had no problem with occasional lessons from his father in the new family trade, if anything just to appease the man. Life was pretty damn nice.
Well. Up until the end of his junior year at LaGuardia.
Ricky was getting sick badly and often. His parents had no idea as to why… he’s always been a little on the thin side, but that was his build more than a lack of health. Now, however.. The boy was a stick, wire thin from head to toe as the days pressed on without any proper reasoning as to why. Thankfully, or rather maybe not, the ER had an answer for them. Ricky had developed stomach cancer. And it was getting a little worse every day.
For the next year or so the boy would find himself in and out of the hospital, working through all sorts of treatments to try and rid himself of his killer. All the while he got to watch his peers, friends and acquaintances, move their way through high school and out into the real world. They got to talk about colleges, about careers and plans for the future. Ricky got to fall asleep every night wondering if he’d be alive in the morning. The already somewhat introverted teen almost totally collapsed into himself, his own mind and imagination swiftly becoming the only companion he could even try to relate with. Days, weeks, and months blended together from his home in the hospital bed. And finally, months of chemo and medication, it was decided that he’d need to go under the knife. He was past the point of caring about the horrors of surgery. As long as it was a way back out into the world, he was fine with it.
Thankfully for both Ricky and his family the operation was a success. With his tumor now gone, Ricky was on the path to recovery. FInally he could go back out and be a person again! But… he hadnt realized just how much he’d changed. All that time, isolated from his friends and peers… it left a lasting impression. Talking to people, relating to them, getting to make so much as a decent impression without coming across as awkward or cold… it was so much harder than before. And the more he tried to reintegrate, the more he just wanted to retreat back into his own headspace. At this point the cancer had taken more than just his potential last days of childhood from him. It had taken a part of him as a person.
Over the next year or so Ricky found it just easier to resign to the new person he'd become. Using the bit of electrical knowledge he’d picked up from his father and just a touch of guilt to seal the deal he managed to grab a decently paying job as a maintenance worker at his old school, LaGuardia. He could work on his music some other time… for now, it was just nice to have a livable paycheck.
Ricky had a good amount on his plate now. No where near his old health risk, of course, but feeling your way blind into the adult world while rebuilding yourself as a person isn’t easy.
Much less so when a particular serial killer decides that you’d make a wonderful target.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: Maintenance Worker at LaGuardia High School
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Ricky has a tall, slender frame and generally exhausted appearance. His skin is a touch pale, his eyes are a bit sunken, and he all around looks just a little sickly. His red hair is something of a floofy mess, generally unkempt, and he’s grown out a somewhat presentable goatee that extends about an inch off of his chin. His cheekbones are peppered with freckles. Stretching down a good portion of his abdomen is a rather noticeable surgical scar.
Clothing Appearance: At work, given the more rough nature of his job, Ricky generally sticks to plain t-shirts, a beat up pair of cargo pants, and steel toe boots. In the colder months he also slips into one of the school’s provided track jackets. Off the clock he still keeps things pretty casual. Neutral t-shirts, hoodies, the occasional button down flannel, various pairs of jeans, etc. Generally speaking though, he does have a favorite look. And old faded army jacket of his father’s that he pulls up the collar on, black t-shirt underneath, and a dark pair of blue jeans. The jacket itself is something he’s thrown a number of patched onto over the years, mostly little badges or emblems he thought would look nice on it. It’s not uncommon for him to walk around with a pair of headphones slung around his neck either, given his love for music.
Personality: Ricky is introverted and a touch spacey. He zones out pretty easily, especially when hooked into his music player. There’s actually a fair amount of thinking going on behind his stoic expression, but he’s never quite been the best at bringing that sort of thing out in the open. He can be stubborn and hard to convince, or even talk to in some cases, but those that manage to bore through his shell will find someone who, while maybe quiet and uncertain of himself, truly does mean well for those around him.
Weapons/Tools: The most that Ricky ever carries around in terms of weaponry is a folding multi tool. While he mostly uses it for work and other things that may require repair it DOES have a blade within its arsenal, even if it is just a small pocket blade for cutting boxes.
Skills: Ricky absolutely loves music and has taught himself a number of instruments, including piano, saxophone, guitar, and even various soundpads. He’s got a knack for electronics as well, both in terms of operation and repair.
Are they a Stand User: Yes
Quotes: “...”
“Um… you mind? Kinda trying to work here kid.”
“I, uh… shit, h-hey. Was I kinda cold there for a second? My bad if I was, seriously. Eheh...”
“... huh? Damn, sorry dude, kinda spaced for a second there. Just, um… I promise I’ll listen this time okay?”
“No. No, for real, put on the headphones, listen for like, two seconds. These guys are AMAZING.”
Their Goal: In spite of his quiet nature, Ricky wants to do something with his music.
Their Secret: Ricky is actually pretty emotionally sensitive and vulnerable, taking things pretty personally most of the time. To keep from bringing attention to himself he prefers to keep on the neutral mask, but bottling those things up can’t be healthy.
Weaknesses: Aside from not always being in the best of health, Ricky has a hard time finding his assertiveness. He can be painfully stubborn, though more passively than in any kind of hotheaded fashion. When presented with an option he desperately doesn’t favor, instead of discussing or arguing with it he simply shuts down, refusing to act much at all.
Strengths: Ricky, with all of the retreating inward he does, is quite the creative thinker. He’s relatively intelligent and finds ways to think outside the box from time to time. Also, in very specific instances, his generally demure and muted nature actually makes him a very difficult read, essentially making him slightly unpredictable by circumstance alone.
Bio: Born and raised in Mahattan, Ricky’s life was pretty average up to a point. His mother worked as a teller for a local bank, and his father was a since retired war vet starting up an electrician business. He grew up under a good pair of wings to steer him, even if he wasn’t always the most rambunctious kid to begin with. From a young age he showed an interest in music, but had no problem with occasional lessons from his father in the new family trade, if anything just to appease the man. Life was pretty damn nice.
Well. Up until the end of his junior year at LaGuardia.
Ricky was getting sick badly and often. His parents had no idea as to why… he’s always been a little on the thin side, but that was his build more than a lack of health. Now, however.. The boy was a stick, wire thin from head to toe as the days pressed on without any proper reasoning as to why. Thankfully, or rather maybe not, the ER had an answer for them. Ricky had developed stomach cancer. And it was getting a little worse every day.
For the next year or so the boy would find himself in and out of the hospital, working through all sorts of treatments to try and rid himself of his killer. All the while he got to watch his peers, friends and acquaintances, move their way through high school and out into the real world. They got to talk about colleges, about careers and plans for the future. Ricky got to fall asleep every night wondering if he’d be alive in the morning. The already somewhat introverted teen almost totally collapsed into himself, his own mind and imagination swiftly becoming the only companion he could even try to relate with. Days, weeks, and months blended together from his home in the hospital bed. And finally, months of chemo and medication, it was decided that he’d need to go under the knife. He was past the point of caring about the horrors of surgery. As long as it was a way back out into the world, he was fine with it.
Thankfully for both Ricky and his family the operation was a success. With his tumor now gone, Ricky was on the path to recovery. FInally he could go back out and be a person again! But… he hadnt realized just how much he’d changed. All that time, isolated from his friends and peers… it left a lasting impression. Talking to people, relating to them, getting to make so much as a decent impression without coming across as awkward or cold… it was so much harder than before. And the more he tried to reintegrate, the more he just wanted to retreat back into his own headspace. At this point the cancer had taken more than just his potential last days of childhood from him. It had taken a part of him as a person.
Over the next year or so Ricky found it just easier to resign to the new person he'd become. Using the bit of electrical knowledge he’d picked up from his father and just a touch of guilt to seal the deal he managed to grab a decently paying job as a maintenance worker at his old school, LaGuardia. He could work on his music some other time… for now, it was just nice to have a livable paycheck.
Ricky had a good amount on his plate now. No where near his old health risk, of course, but feeling your way blind into the adult world while rebuilding yourself as a person isn’t easy.
Much less so when a particular serial killer decides that you’d make a wonderful target.