1. Character's Name: Calvin "Freckle" McMurray 2. Fandom: Lackadaisy (Webcomic) 3. Time Frame: "Lackadaisy Doolally" Moments after he picked up the tommy gun from the fallen foe, right in the middle of his psychotic episode. 4. Age: 18
5. Background: It's the year 1920 in a bustling city on the Mississippi. The name of this grand city is St. Louis, and the Prohibition era has just begun, hoping to bring many changes to the state of Missouri! The country-wide banning of alcohol delivers a fierce blow to the brewing industry and many breweries simply dry up and die. But hope is never lost for the thirsty, as from the ashes of commercial brew comes a new form of establishment. An underground business hidden from the eyes of the law. These little oasis's are referred to as "Speakeasies" and, just shortly after the ban, these hidden juice joints began popping up all over the country. Soon, bootleggers relying on illegal stills begin to import whiskey and all
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Calvin "Freckle" McMurray - 2/??officerwhiskersNovember 2 2011, 23:58:17 UTC
Meanwhile, Atlas May, the owner of a small cafe by the name of "Little Daisy", discovers that his modest and inconspicuous little building hosts a portal to an extensive system of limestone caves running beneath the city. Being the opportunist that he is, Atlas May begins to devise a plan. With time, a small club pin hidden under the lapel or collar grants access to the Lackadaisy Speakeasy. With St. Louis being in the middle of the country, right on the Mississippi river, illegal liquor can be brought in through many methods of transportation, ensuring that the city will never go dry. Never having to worry about a shortage, Lackadaisy prospers and quickly becomes the cities most prominent bootleg operation. Eventually, Atlas has a rather lucrative empire. Organized crime is never a very friendly business, though. Rather dangerous competition arises and in 1926, Atlas meets a violent end. Despite the rumors that she had a hand in his death, Lackadaisy falls into the hands of Atlas's widow; Mitzi May. The death of the speakeasy's
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Calvin "Freckle" McMurray - 3/??officerwhiskersNovember 2 2011, 23:59:57 UTC
6. Personality: Shy, quiet, mannerly and with a taste for justice, Calvin is a regular model citizen. That is, if you can get past the occasional loose screw when his mother isn't looking and he's got a gun in his hands. This kitten-faced gunman has a habit of being a bit serious when he's uneasy about things, but will likely warm up to you rather quickly. Despite being kicked out of the academy, Calvin will do whatever he must to be seen as a figure of justice, vigilante justice or otherwise. On a rainy day you can see him playing tiddly-winks or some sort of card game.
7. Previous Game Developments: No previous CR
8. Appearance: He has a round baby face with a button nose and a short snout. His ears are wide and nearly a bit too big for him. His eyes are tilted but innocent, and he has a fringe of white fur running down his cheeks. His rather poofy tail is stripped with darker rings. Also, did I forget to mention he's an anthropomorphic orange tabby cat? Lackadaisy is set in a universe without humans, where cats take their
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Calvin "Freckle" McMurray - 4/??officerwhiskersNovember 3 2011, 00:01:17 UTC
13. Writing sample - Third Person Prose: "McMurray, if you're going to join the force, you're going to need to fire a weapon at least once. Y'can't keep puttin' this off." The voice said, echoing around in an anxious Calvin's head. There he stood, in his own little booth at the firing range, his fellow officers-in-training in the neighboring stands. The revolver was set there before him, tempting the young cat. He looked from side to side, watching his peers shoot like true rookies. For God's sake they're not even holding it right! "No! Look, like ME!" Calvin snarled, snatching the pistol without even putting in his earplugs. A crazed grin cracked across his face as he swung the pistol up, aimed, and shot. Two shots hit right on target and the third hit the sheet dead center in the head. The others stared over at Calvin, uneasily as he continued to shoot, this time aiming at the two neighboring targets, hitting those perfectly as well. It would all be something to be proud of, if not for the maniacal laughter that followed. "See
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Writing sample - Third Person Prose:
"McMurray, if you're goin’ to join the force, you're goin’ to need to fire a weapon at least once. Y'can't keep puttin' this off." The voice said, echoing around in an anxious Calvin's head. There he stood, in his own little booth at the firing range, his fellow officers-in-training in the neighboring stands. The revolver set before him was a temptation for the young cat. He looked from side to side, watching his peers shoot like inexperienced rookies.
For God's sake they're not even holding them right!
"No! Look, like ME!" Calvin snarled, snatching the pistol without even putting in his earplugs. A crazed grin cracked across his face as he swung the gun up, aimed, and shot. Two shots, right on target. The third hit the sheet: dead center head shot. The others stared over at Calvin uneasily, watching as he continued to shoot. He was now aiming at the two neighboring targets and hitting those perfectly as well. It would all be something to be proud of, if not for the maniacal laughter that
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1. Character's Name: Calvin "Freckle" McMurray
2. Fandom: Lackadaisy (Webcomic)
3. Time Frame: "Lackadaisy Doolally" Moments after he picked up the tommy gun from the fallen foe, right in the middle of his psychotic episode.
4. Age: 18
5. Background: It's the year 1920 in a bustling city on the Mississippi. The name of this grand city is St. Louis, and the Prohibition era has just begun, hoping to bring many changes to the state of Missouri! The country-wide banning of alcohol delivers a fierce blow to the brewing industry and many breweries simply dry up and die. But hope is never lost for the thirsty, as from the ashes of commercial brew comes a new form of establishment. An underground business hidden from the eyes of the law. These little oasis's are referred to as "Speakeasies" and, just shortly after the ban, these hidden juice joints began popping up all over the country. Soon, bootleggers relying on illegal stills begin to import whiskey and all ( ... )
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7. Previous Game Developments: No previous CR
8. Appearance: He has a round baby face with a button nose and a short snout. His ears are wide and nearly a bit too big for him. His eyes are tilted but innocent, and he has a fringe of white fur running down his cheeks. His rather poofy tail is stripped with darker rings. Also, did I forget to mention he's an anthropomorphic orange tabby cat? Lackadaisy is set in a universe without humans, where cats take their ( ... )
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"McMurray, if you're goin’ to join the force, you're goin’ to need to fire a weapon at least once. Y'can't keep puttin' this off." The voice said, echoing around in an anxious Calvin's head. There he stood, in his own little booth at the firing range, his fellow officers-in-training in the neighboring stands. The revolver set before him was a temptation for the young cat. He looked from side to side, watching his peers shoot like inexperienced rookies.
For God's sake they're not even holding them right!
"No! Look, like ME!" Calvin snarled, snatching the pistol without even putting in his earplugs. A crazed grin cracked across his face as he swung the gun up, aimed, and shot. Two shots, right on target. The third hit the sheet: dead center head shot. The others stared over at Calvin uneasily, watching as he continued to shoot. He was now aiming at the two neighboring targets and hitting those perfectly as well. It would all be something to be proud of, if not for the maniacal laughter that ( ... )
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