Name: Richard Issac Harrison
Nickname: Richie (I have been called Dick. Often proceeded by Head. Dunno why).
Theme Tune: (You didn't ask for one but I'm giving you one anyway) :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEILoT8Z8Mo
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Tall and broad. My physique is muscular but not that of a body builder per se. I have medium length, wild mousey hair and dark, expressive eyes.
Yeah its generic, man! just get over it? If you want me to draw you a picture, imagine me drawing Ryan Reynolds, K?
Gender: Male, at least I was last time I looked.
Age: What you wanna know my age for? I'm just out of teens. Ok, Ok, I'm 26. Satisfied?
Hair: Yes I have hair. Its cool and silky. Go on, touch it. I dare you!
Eyes: Yup, got those, too. Two of them to be precise. I can stare down a rhino at ten paces. I'm proud of that.
Distinguishing Marks: Well I have a gammy leg, a club foot and I walk with shuffle.
Only kidding. You will find a large tattoo of a tiger on my back (original, huh? What can I say, I was young). On my right arm is a vary large, very red scar. There was a name tattooed to that arm. I had it removed, with a knife. Having it removed hurt almost as painfully as removing the owner of the name from my life. So just don't go there.
General Appearance:
What more appearance stuff? Really? You know I suck at physical descriptions, right? Well I dress pretty much like anyone. Blue jeans, white T-Shirt. Probably with a Dalek on it or a picture of Yoda (Not baby Yoda, I do have
some self respect). I have this black denim Jacket that I wear everywhere. It has more patches than a nicotine addict, too many pockets and numerous badges.
HISTORY
Nah. Flunked history.
Oh, you want MY history?
So once upon a time a really fly french immigrant named Chloe Blanc, decided to visit New Orleans. There she met James Malcom Harison, an American national who owned a local Jazz club. They dug each other. They bumped uglies. I was the result. I was the only child so I got a lot of attention. I grew up in a city famed for its cultural diversity and supernatural history and it had its affect on me. I developed a curiosity about the world and a desire to learn more about the paranormal. My second area of interest was Naomi Clarke, a Cajun girl and daughter of a voodoo priest. She taught me Mojo. She taught me how to channel the Loa. She taught me a few other things as well but lets not go into that.
So We split up. Partly because I went to Arkham to study programming and partly because we got bored, I guess. I still keep in touch from time to time. She was my first after all. So as well as becoming a shit hot programmer (I wish!) I also joined the local Aikido club, under the excellent tuition of Mr Agawa, had a brief fling with a Japanese girl called Yuki and got my ass kicked by her brother, Kazuo. Its funny how a little ass kicking can turn into a long running bromance, isn't it? So Yuki was a flash in the pan affair but Kazuo, he's my bro man. He has my back. It helps that he's also a lawyer now. Yep a Philadelphia lawyer (I kid you not).
So one thing I have a talent for is music. I can play guitar, piano, drums and saxophone. I can sing too. My voice is like my dad's, smooth husky and bluesy. I can give any Jazz or swing singer a run for their money. So do I sing? Is screamo singing? Yeah, Jazz is fun but screamo is funnerer (bad grammer, get over it).
So lets wrap up my story. So I spent some time in Boston in a band. It wasn't my main source of income. I wrote indie games and sold them on the net. That wasn't my main source of income, either. I spent time behind bars (no not in prison, I worked in nightclubs as a barman). This band consisted of me (Bass guitar), Eddie (Lead Vocals), Jenny (Lead Guitar) and Handy Andy (Drums). We called ourselves the Not So Bravehearts and we wore kilts. Life was good. We played clubs. We did drugs, I bumped uglies with Jenny. Life was sweet. Until Eddie ruined it all. You see, Eddie is... how can I put this politely? Eddie is an ego-maniacal, narcisistic *censored* He was fine so long as he was center stage. Thing is he was only a mediocre singer. He liked Jenny. He knew me and Jenny were an item so he kept me sweet to keep her sweet. See me and Jenny. It was like, the real deal. It was love, man. I even got a tattoo of her name on my arm (O.K. so I told you not to mention it but I did so that's ok).
So imagine my shock when I found Eddie and Jenny one day doing stuff to each other that even I would have gone red over. Yeah, things were awkward after that and the band knew it and Eddie used it. He wasn't just content with destroying my love life. He took the band from me too, goaded me into a fight on stage and got me kicked out.
So here I am. Wandering around in Betsy (It's my car. It's a purple and black mini), sleeping in Betsy and doing odd jobs for cash. Luckily I ended up in Stillwater where I met this guy, Knox, who hired me as a bartender. I told him I had no address and would need to be paid by cash. He wanted me to start in two weeks. Today will be my first day of work. Maybe I can get the guy to hire me as a singer, too? Who knows.
Personality:
If you ain't got a handle on my personality yet then what the hell have you been reading?
Sexual Preferences: Well I like Betty, but I'd be thinking of Wilma. No seriously, I like girls.
Employment (Employed/Unemployed/Out of towner etc.):
Baretnder. Hopefully I'd love to be back in a band either as a bassist or vocalist.
About Your character: I just told you all I could about me. Can't think of much else to say, really.