Post by Ace Stanley on Dec 3, 2010 19:08:09 GMT -6
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Norman "ACE" Stanley, P.I.
"It‘s All Clear To Me, Now."
YOUR AGE . 25
RP EXPERIENCE . Little.. (Twice)
CONTACT INFO . alilmadalilangry@aol.com
HOW DID YOU FIND US . Nikki <3
NICKNAMES . ACE
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH . 25 / November 10th
GROUP . Outsider
POWER/ABILITIES . When He Touches A Person Or Object, He Can See It's Past. He Often Makes Use Of This Power To Solve His Cases.
POWER WEAKNESS AND AMPLIFIER Weakness: Sunlight. During The Day His Powers No Longer Work, This Is Why He Only Does His Crime Solving At Night. Amplifier: None (As Of Yet...)
FACE CLAIM . Chris Melucci
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HEIGHT . 5'7"
WEIGHT . 110lbs
HAIR. Short, Dark Brown, Parted On The Left.
EYES. Dark Brown
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS . None
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES . Big Nose, Long Neck
PHYSICAL FLAWS . Short And Lanky.
PERSONAL STYLE . 1950's Fashion. Usually Wears A White Dress Shirt w/Tie, Dress Slacks, Long Dark Trenchcoat, And A Dark Brown Fedora.
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-Candy Corn
-Moon Pies
-Asian Cuisine
-Classic Films & Television
-Making Puns
-Music From The 30's - 80's
-Puzzles, Riddles, And Mind Benders
-Arresting The Guilty
DISLIKES .
-Criminals
-Darkness
-Sunshine
-Large Bodies of Water
-The New Generation
-Today’s "Entertainment"
-Cold Drinks
-Seafood
-Sherlock Holmes
STRENGTHS . Cunning & Quick Witted, Agile & Flexible, Calm & Never Phased By Troublesome Problems.
WEAKNESSES . Inability To Swim, Often Unnecessarily Sarcastic, A Scantily Clad Dame In Need Of Help.
GOALS . Crack A Huge Case For A High Paying Client. With The Money He Will Finally Be Able To Move Out Of The Crumby Rundown Office He Currently Works In.
FEARS . Large Bodies Of Water, Heights, The Dark, Things Lurking In The Dark That The Human Eye Cannot See (I.e. Demons, Ghosts)
SECRETS . None. Only Criminals Have Something To Hide !!
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FATHER . Theodore Stanley (Deceased)
MOTHER . Joan Stanley (Deceased)
SIBLINGS . None.
PETS . Two Crows, Steve & Charles.
OTHER FAMILY . None.
HISTORY .
Norman Stanley Was Born On November 10th, 1985 In Brooklyn NY. Shortly After His Second Birthday, Norman’s Parents, Theodore And Joan; Decided To Move To A Small Town Called "Fairmont". Just On The Outskirts Of Brooklyn, Fairmont Was A Small Town With A Population Of Just 323 People. Life Had Been Typical For The New Suburban Family Until Norman Turned 6 Years Old. It Was In The Second Grade That Norman First Realized He Was Not Like The Other Children. Simply Borrowing A Classmates Pencil Would Set His Brain Into Motion. For A Six Year Old, Having Images Randomly Flash Before Your Eyes Was Quite A Shocking Experience. Unaware Of Why This Was Happening; Norman Would Freak Out Every Time It Occurred. Norman Would Thrash About, Cupping His Hands Over His Eyes. In The Process He Would Stumble And Slam Into Surrounding Objects. This Action Then Would Cause Even More Images To Flash Before His Eyes. The Episodes Would Typically End With Norman Curled Up In A Ball, Laying On The Floor, Crying.
By The Age Of 10, Norman Had Been To More Doctors And Psychiatrists Than Any Normal Human. With All The Time And Money That Was Spent, It May Shock You To Know That No One Could Tell What Was Causing Norman To Have These Episodes. For The Next 5 Years, Norman Would Be Prescribed To At Least 10 Different Kinds Of Medication. Norman’s “Condition” Was A Mystery And With That Being Said, It Also Should Be Mentioned That There Was No Cure. Nothing Was Able To Stop The Flashes. This Mysterious Condition Would Inevitably Cause Norman To Spend Unhealthy Amounts Of Time Alone In His Room.
Despite His Parent’s Good Intensions, Growing Up In Fairmont Would Prove To Be Quite Difficult For Norman. He Never Felt “At Home”. At School, Norman Was Anything But Popular. Most Of The Other Kids Didn’t Even Acknowledge His Existence. The Few That Did Try To Communicate, Norman Would Ignore Them. Even At A Young Age, Norman Had Quickly Conjured Up The Philosophy That Friends Would Just Bring Problems. While Other School Kids Were Hanging Outside With Friends, Norman Would Rather Be At Home Watching 1950’s Mystery Films. For Norman, It Was Somehow Easier To Connect With The Characters In The Films Rather Than People In Real Life.
Life Would Go On Just As So Until Norman Turned 20. By Now, Norman Had Full Control His Power And Began Using His “Gift” To Make A Profit. He Would Often Cheat The Local Casino. Black Jack Was A Cinch For Norman. While Being Able To See Where His Cards Came From, He Would Also Able To See The Cards Next To Them. It Should Be Mentioned That By This Time Norman Did Have A Few Acquaintances, Igor And Rich. They Referred To Him As “ACE”. An Obvious Nod To His Uncanny Ability To Cheat The Gambling System. Despite His Parent’s Plea, Norman Kept On Using His Power To Better Himself. Quick And Easy Money Was Norman’s Only Goal. One Particular Evening Would Change Norman‘s Outlook On Life Forever. Whilst Participating In An Illegal Gambling Ring; The Fairmont Police Busted The Operation And Norman Was Arrested. A Three Year Stay In A Correctional Facility Would Prove To Do Wonders For Norman. He Took This Unfortunate Event And Decided To Better Himself And Society.
Norman Soon Opened His Own Private Detective Business And Began Using His Gift To Solve Crimes.
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MEMBER TITLE . None
RULES PHRASE(this tells us you've read the rules.) . BANDAIDS
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS? . Not Yet.
RP SAMPLE .
September, 14th 2010
Why Would A Murderer Hire A Detective ?
Mr. Jonathan Tuck, Stabbed Fifteen Times To Death. Two Days Later Mrs. Tuck Came To Me. Her Husband Had Been Murdered And She Desperately Wanted Me On The Case. Little Did I Know That I Was Just A Bit Part In Her Sad Fraudulent Play. Mrs. Tuck Did It All For The Life Insurance, Money Played The Lead Role. For Weeks I Had Been Trailing A False Suspect. A One Mr. Abraham Swanson, According To Mrs. Tuck, She Supposedly Witnessed Swanson Fleeing The Scene Of The Crime.
After Thorough Investigation. Mrs. Tuck’s Story Would Prove To Be True, Mr. Swanson Was Indeed At The Scene Of The Crime. However, He Wasn’t The Murderer. It’s True That Abraham Swanson Was In The Building At The Time But Swanson Would Turn Out To Be Nothing More Than A Poor Schmo Who Had Been Delivering Clothing For The Local Tailor.
First, Pin The Murder On Some Poor Sap, Then Hire A Private Detective To Follow A False Trail. There Was One Detail That She Overlooked. The Knife Used To Murder Mr. Tuck Was Left At The Scene. That Single Knife Provided Me With All The Backstory I Needed. No Matter How Many Lies She Told To Hide The Truth, She Could NEVER Change The Past.
In The End, After Just Four Hours Of Hard Interrogation. Mrs. Rebecca Tuck Cracked.
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