Basics
Full Name: Locke Eichelsdoerfer
Nicknames: He typically just goes by his first name, his fake ID says Nathen.
Sex: Male
Age: 1 in cat years, about 21 in human years.
Birth Date: August 27
Death Date (If character has died): Depends on rp
Birthplace: An alleyway.
Current Residence: Mansion
Race (If human then state nationality): Feline
Appearance
Height: 6'4
Weight: Average.
Body Type: Tall body with slightly long limbs, wide shoulders, pretty average otherwise.
Eyes: Gold, somewhat catlike
Hair: Black, messy around ears, but mostly sweeping downward.
Skin: Ivory
Distinguishing Characteristics/Markings: None
Physical Flaws/Birthmarks/Scars: None in particular
Usual Attire: Suit with a golden tie, a watch, a belt
Tattoos/Piercings: None
Other Accessories: None
Personality
Personality Traits:
What annoys him/her?: Poor/homeless people, people who call him cute or coo over him, messes, lines, having to wait, lazy people
What makes him/her happy?: money, getting things done, being alone
What does him/her think is disgusting?: Homeless, filth
Greatest Fears/Phobias: Loosing his money
Patience Level: Very short.
Self-esteem: He is confident.
Does him/her fit into a certain clique (goths, jocks, preps, etc.)?: Rich Kid
Hobbies/Interests: Working, studying law, reading, debating, firguring things out, watching mystery movies, organizing things, counting his money, dining out, playing the piano, history
Favorites:
Color- Gold
Food- Salmon
Place- The courtroom, any place he can be alone
Animal- Cats (orlly?)
Clothing- Any formal, perferablly with pockets, tie, and a belt.
School Subject- Law, History
Music (genre)- Classical
Books (genre)- History, Nonfiction, Mystery
Movies (genre)- Same as books
Season- Summer
Time of Day- Night
Holiday- None
Least Favorites:
Color- Pink
Food- Fast food
Place- My imagination
Animal- Humans (see what I did thar?)
Clothing- Jeans, sweat clothing
School Subject- Art, it's the only class he failed...
Music (genre)- Rap
Books (genre)- Fiction
Movies (genre)- Above
Season- Spring
Time of Day- Morning
Holiday- None
Personal
A brief description of your character’s history: Locke was born in an alleyway with four siblings. Unfortunately his family wasn't very lucky, most of them ended up dying. He was later found by the pound and adopted by a rich couple. He grew up in a mansion where he recieved little attention, and mostly just relaxed on a sofa or listened to some of the rich kids getting home schooled. Locke was very intelligent and picked up on a lot of things about humans. He learned the importance of money, and because of the fact he had no real relationships, it became his focus point. The rest depends on the role play, but generally, it goes like this. His family actually falls into debt because they used too much money, and so they would have to move out to a cheap apartment. Being the smart kitty he was, Locke was aware of this and stole his owner's wallet as his owners left. This had all of the money, ID cards, business cards, everything. Locke escaped and lived on the streets for some time, wanting to get another mansion or home, but he never reazlied how little signfigance cats had in society. He was unable to do anything for himself, and nobody was there to take care of him anymore. Locke was wandering at night and a speeding car didn't see him because his black fur. He was hit and killed almost instantly.
Long-term Goals: Getting high in the law degree, maybe being a judge
Short-term Goals: More mooley
What does he/she think of him/herself?: Locke is pretty confident, but he knows his limitations.
If he/she could have one wish, what would it be?: =__________= this is so obvious, look at his long and short term goals
What other wishes does he/she have?: Somewhere deep inside I'm sure locke would like to know what it's like to have friends and all of that cheesy crap
How did your character die if they did?: Speeding car
Belongings: Wth kind of question is that
Prized Possession: mooley
Religion/Beliefs: Locke is very logical and doubts religion.
Political Preference: Locke is republican.
Darkest Secret: None, Locke is very open with people who ask.
Guilty Pleasures: Counting his money, studying late at night, recording notes on his phone (sometimes not pleasent ones)
Does he/she keep a diary or journal?: No, he records notes on his phone
Relationships
Family Living With: None
Family Situation: None
Former Friends: None
Current Friends: None
Former Love Interest: None
Current Love Interest: This is getting repetetive xD
Former Enemies: Nadda
Current Enemies: Nawww
Losses: NIEN!!!
What does he/she think of people?: Locke is a little conceited and thinks very little of people, he lacks empathy due to his lack of relationship experience.
What do people think of her/him?: He's rich, mysterious, but are those cat ears fake?
What do his/her friends like about him/her?: Good leadership skills, logical, calm, serious, mature, loyal, protective
What do his/her friends dislike about him/her?: Selfish, greedy, uncaring, sometimes harsh or blunt, busy
Why do his/her enemies hate him/her?: What his friends like about him xD
Popularity among Peers: Not many people know/like him.
Occupation: Lawyer
Affiliations (rank if there is one): wut
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Virgin?: =_________=
Hate anyone?: you
Killed anyone?: I pass on this one wink
Would you and your character get along?: We probably would, because I know how NOT to piss him off xD
Would you like to hang out with your character?: Only if we knew eachother well, the hardest part about Locke is that he seems like a jerk when you first meet him, but he softens up a little once he likes you wink
Would your character like you?: Probably not, I'm crazy about cute things and way too emotional.
Abilities/Achievements
Achievements: Does stealing his owner's ID count? xD
Failures: None
Education: College (Home Schooling)
Abilities/Powers: Kitty powas
Skills: Playing the piano, debating, firguring things out
How strong is he/she?: Locke is about average strength overall, but his broad shoulders give him great upper arm skills. Plus he's freakishly tall, which adds to his weight if he wanted to pin something down.
How high is his/her IQ?: Locke is highly intelligent.
What would his/her average grades in school be (even if they don’t attend)?: A's (you gary stu, Locke! xD)
Health
Diet: Locke eats the diet of a rich guy, man.
Exercise: Locke doesn't have a lot of time for exercise.
Bad Habits: drumming fingers on a table when he's annoyed, clasping arms behind back, twitching ears when annoyed, locking himself in his room, overworking
Physical Health Problems: Slightly low vision, but otherwise healthy.
Mental Health Problems: Obession with money, trouble forming realtionships, he has an OCD thing about his objects being organized and cannot stand it if something is out of place
Hygiene: He has outstanding hygiene, even to the point of not touching door knobs or light switches.
Situations (What would he/she do or how would he/she react?)
Your character is called up for an award and is congratulated.
Locke's golden, catlike eyes flickered up to the stage where he heard his name. He wasn't too surprised. He calmly arose from his seat in the crowd and walked forth to accept his award, grace in both his footsteps and manner.
Your character didn’t win any awards and watches as someone else is congratulated.
Locke stopped in his path when some idiot with a scarf and hat jumped away from his girl-haired partner and ran up to accept his award. His ears twitched in irrtation and he glared at the kid for a moment, putting a mental note in mind for later that he would figure out who he was, and gradually walked back to his seat with both hands shoved into his pockets.
Your character is winning at a game of some kind.
As locke held his cards, he observed his oppenents. One was some kid with blonde hair and googles. He was trying to peek at a hobo girl's cards as the hobo girl stared into some distant dimension. Finally, at the end of the table, there was a girl with pink hair who had been quiet the entire time. Locke smiled slightly, wondering who this mysterious girl was and if she were any more intelligent then the other two. The pink-haired girl was staring heavily at his cards, oberving them, thinking hard, so hard. Finally, she slammed all of the cards down and exclaimed, "GOLD FISH!!!"
A long silence.
"Tabby, we're playing Poker..." Chuck said slowly.
Locke turned away angrily. It was no use, he was surronded by idiots.
Your character lost at a game of some kind.
Locke stared down at the cards. He had lost. In a game of poker. The filler guy, who was not Royce but actually just a generic filler guy, sitting across from him outstreched his hand, "Well? Pay up." Locke stared at him for a long time. He had bet a lot of money. There was no way Locke was going to pay that.
Suddenly he raised his eyesbrows and smiled, "So, filler guy, does your wife know you're cheating on her?"
Filler Guy glared back at him, "How did you--"
"That picture behind you, there is a girl standing with you that isn't your wife, and I could tell it's been moved around a lot because there is no dust on it. The other pictures in this room are covered with dust. You must take it out of here when your wife comes home."
the filler guy stared for a long time, and then grumbled, handing the money over anyways.
Your character has a crush on someone and must find out how to tell them.
Locke rolled his eyes at this comment, "Can we not do a scernio about love?"
Your character tells that person and they agree to go out with them.
Locke twitched his ears irritatedly, quickly loosing his patience with the quiz.
Your character tells that person and gets rejected.
Locke read ahead and decided to skip all other love related questions.
Your character is asked out by someone they like.
skip
Your character is asked out by someone they don’t like that way.
nyyaaa
Your character’s crush is revealed by someone else.
meow
Your character must work on a project with a person they don’t like.
A boy with a scarf, hat, and a girl-haired partner approached Locke with a big 'ol smile and said, "Looks like we can work on this together, huh?"
Locke stared deeply at him with nothing more then pure hatred of mankind in his eyes, summoned out of some vortex of undenying detestion for the stupid kid who asked him a question like that. Suddenly, he grabbed both the scarf boy's books and his own, "Forget it, I'll do it all on my own." He stormed off somewhere, probably going to lock himself in his room for a few hours.
Your character loses a family member or a close friend.
Locke sighed. He was getting so tired of this quiz. Wasn't there a lot of characters who didn't have close family members or friends? What about all of the Sasuke's Sister OCs or emo OCs or the OCs who lost thier memory? He wasn't like any of them, sure, but he had no friends or family to speak of. So why did the quiz continually ask him such stupid and meaningless questions? He supposed he would never really know.
Your character loses a pet.
Locke grabbed a gun and held it to his head.
Your character loses a very important personal belonging.
Locke suddenly stopped on the street and shoved his hand down his pocket to reach for the familar texture of his wallet. He firgured if he had enough money, he could buy some salmon at his favourite resturant. He searched, and searched. Suddenly, he came to the horrifying conclusion that his hand wasn't gripping onto anything. He spun around and his eyes darted across the ground, seeing people's feet walking by, but nothing on the ground. He searched for the familar brown square with green rectangles sticking out oh-so-perfectly as if the image was spun by angels, and yet, this wonderful wallet of his was surely missing. It was gone. He ran a hand through his hair, a bead of sweat quickly following this gesture. Panic was settling into his very core and person. He was getting a cold sweat, breaking out into what could only be known as fear. His heart racing, his body shutting down, his brain betraying him... that's when he suddenly reazlied his wallet was in the other pocket.
Your character loses something that they were borrowing.
"And... done!" Locke said, as he clicked the Ebay button. The skateboard he "borrowed" from Chuck was now being bid on by many people. He grinned and thought of some reasonable excuses for Chuck when he was confronted later.
Your character is stolen from.
Locke looked down to see Chuck with his dirty hands on his wallet. Chuck grinned sheepishly and a sweat drop rolled down his head in embarassment, "Um... I wasn't... stealing it, ahah! I was giving it back to you! You dropped it! Honest!"
Locke stared at him demonically, a very threatening aura was pointing knives at the blonde-haired idiot...
Chuck quickly put the wallet back in Locke's pocket and laughed once more, "Hehehe... we're still buddies, right? Right man? It's our bromance, we're still cool?"
"I'm going to beat you, lock you in a car with duct tape, drive you to the middle of nowhere, I'm going to make you dig a seven foot ditch with your own hands where you will stab yourself repeatingly with a rusty knife, fill the ditch with your blood, and then drown yourself in your own blood. Then I will take the reminds of your body, cut it apart, and throw it in the ocean where sharks will devour it. If there are any bones left that wash up on the beach, I'll give them to wild dogs. And then I'll burn your records so you won't have a funeral. But other then that, yes, we're still buddies."
A long silence.
All of the colour drained from Chuck's face...
Your character is offered drugs/alcohol/a cigarette.
"No drugs are strong enough to make me forget this hell hole of a life." Locke muttered.
Your character is publicly humiliated in front of a lot of people.
Locke's face went red and he gritted his teeth, storming away as the people laughed at him. His hands were shoved in his pants pockets and he seemed to be locking himself from the world once more.
Your character is being picked on by some bullies.
"You're a freak of nature!"
"Pick a species and stick with it!"
"Pussycat, ahahaah!"
Locke growled bitterly to himself and turned away, choosing not to get involved with the stupid insults humans were throwing at him. The opinions are others meant little to him anyways.
Your character is physically attacked by some bullies.
Suddenly, one of the bullies came in for a blow to Locke's head. Locke quickly ducked, quite a weird thing to see such a tall person do, as he was suddenly as tall as the rest of them. Extending back to his full size, he quickly swung one of his arms. The claws on his hand shoot out and left a nasty mark on the bullies face. He stumbled back. Some of the other bullies ran forth and tried to attack, but within a few moments, they were on the ground with Locke still standing. He was bruised and had a few injuries, but was mostly fine. He wiped off his hands on a napkin and then continued walking.
Your character killed someone.
Locke glanced around to see if thier was any witnesses. He knew how murder worked. He handled them in court all of the time, and he couldn't allow anyone to know what he had done. Suddenly, he snatched the dead man's wallet and ran off before anyone could see him. He left no traces behind.
Your character witnessed a murder.
Locke watched as a man killed another man. He shrugged and continued walking as if he did not see anything.
Your character is being argued with.
"How do I know you didn't sell my skateboard on Ebay!?" Chuck yelled in anger, quoting a previous question.
Locke sighed. He knew this question would come back to haunt him. He shrugged and looked at the blonde right in the eyes, "I don't know, Chuck. How do I know you weren't looking at Rin's yaoi website in a previous journal entry?"
A long silence.
Chuck crossed his arms, "Touche."
Your character trips and hurts him/herself.
For some magical moment in time Locke seemed to lose his balance and actually tripped-- seriously, he pulled off a total Tabby move. He tripped and he smacked headfirst into the ground, it was a new record. Suddenly the world drew to a stop and everyone turned and looked. Nobody had ever seen the proper, serious, unfunny, mature, oh-so-graceful and elegant and just so perfect in every single way imagine kind of lawyer kitty-- FALL. Fall to the ground like the tabby imitator, or like chuck does in midbattle. Seriously, it was an epic win-- or epic fail-- probably both.
Nathen rubbed his head and quickly jumped back onto his feet, fixing his tie roughly and avoiding eye contact. Well, that was embarassing... he continued walking with his ears pressed against his head and his eyes bowed downcast, trying to ingore the stares.
Your character is given a gift they’ve always wanted.
"KITTTYYY"
"Wha--?" Locke started, putting down his book.
Tabby flashed money right in his face, several dollars in her hands. "I got a present for juuuuu~"
Locke's eyes followed the money like he was hyponotized. The money spell had been inflicted on him the moment the familar scent reached his noise and the sight sent off pleasure sensors in his brain. He quickly snatched the money right from the pink-haired girl's fingertips and counted it. Four thousand friggin' dollars. Nothing compared to what he had, but hey, it was money. And it was actually a good present, something that Tabby was mostly incapable of doing. He grinned in a pleased manner and patted Tabby on the head, "Thanks, Tabby, this is really nice of you. I always knew you were a great friend."
Your character is given a gift they couldn’t care less about.
"KITTTYYY"
"Wha--?" Locke started, putting down his book.
Tabby flashed a stuffed animal right in his face. "I got a present for juuuuu~"
Locke sneered at her and turned back to his book, "What am I supposed to do with that?"
Tabby lowered the stuffed animal and tears began to form in her eyes, her lip began to quiver, "But But But... I thought..."
Locke noticed this out of the corner of his eye and suddenly snatched the animal away from her, tearing it right out of her grip, "If you cry I'm going to look like a jerk! If it makes you happy, I'll take the stupid thing, okay?"
"Yay!" Tabby said, suddenly dancing on a rainbow. Locke sighed and returned to his book. In the back of his mind he was wondering how much the stuffed animal could sell for...
Your character arrives home after a bad day.
Locke slammed the door closed and sat down in his desk. His hair was mess, he was tired, and definately not in the mood for company. He went on the computer and browsed money deals for hours before studying some law and then going to sleep at 1 o'clock in the morning.
Your character arrives home after a good day.
Same as above xD
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