Application
Character name: Samuel Vimes
Series: Discworld
Age: 52
Job: Ambassador of Ankh-Morpork (and Captain of the Camp Watch)
Canon: Discworld is a world resting on the back of four giant elephants standing on the back of the Great A'Tuin, a cosmic turtle swimming through space. In this world is the city of Ankh-Morpork, which rather oddly, has become the place everyone wants to live in.
His Grace Sir Samuel Vimes is Commander of Ankh-Morpork's City Watch, having risen through the ranks with grit, a healthy dose of cynicism, and some rather annoying favors. His new station hasn't changed who he is though: a copper is a copper, be it human, troll, dwarf, Igor, undead, werewolf, gnome, or bloodsucker vampire. Mr. Vimes has faced down werewolves, demons, and the real clincher, getting through Ankh-Morpork rush hour traffic every evening by six to read to his son, Young Sam. Tough as nails,
Side note: Captain Commander Vimes has been taken from directly after the events in Thud!
Sample Entry:
Someone's playing silly buggers with me again, aren't they? Thought the driver was giving me a funny look and I know a funny look. This one was two levels below eyeballing when he dropped me off, and are monkeys that color? If one of them shoves me one more time, I'll have them arrested for Assault Without A License. Trees have been rather friendly though, if a bit grabby.
Well, all I'm really here to do is read this bit of paper to all of you and then I can bunk off back to my real job. Right.
Greetings, good citizens of Camp Fuck You Die I see we're keeping up the fine old tradition of humorous misspelling and adolescent wit, my name is Samuel Vimes, Duke of Ankh-Morpork and I am here because Vetinari felt it prudent to extend diplomatic relations to other countries including swamps, apparently. Ankh-Morpork is a city of diversity, where beings of all shapes and sizes are welcome, even the gentleman with the rather green complexion over there. And you, as well, madam, though we tend to refrain from eating other people's limbs.
No, ma'am, that does not mean I want a taste. No, really, I'm sure it's delicious when it's gone grey, and I'm sure those wriggly things add to the flavour immensely, but you see, it's against my religion to eat someone else's arm. It's just a thing, ma'am.
In any case, Ankh-Morpork, in the finest tradition of fellowship, wishes to extend a hand in the name of friendship and goodwill more like in the hopes of nicking your watch and walking off with your wallet and hopes that a lasting relationship can be forged between our two cities. As such, the Patrician is sending one of Ankh-Morpork's finest citizens to begin diplomatic talks. I wonder what poor bastard got landed with that job. It is with great pleasure that I announce that the first ambassador of Ankh-Morpork to Camp Fuck You Die is His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes-.
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Who will be fulfilling duties blah blah no you are not getting out of this, Sir Samuel; enjoy your vacation. Signed Lord Vetinari.
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Dammit. What I did I do to make him mad this time?
75.0% O-OMG, I really honestly did not think I would get in...Thank you!
Series: Discworld
Age: 52
Job: Ambassador of Ankh-Morpork (and Captain of the Camp Watch)
Canon: Discworld is a world resting on the back of four giant elephants standing on the back of the Great A'Tuin, a cosmic turtle swimming through space. In this world is the city of Ankh-Morpork, which rather oddly, has become the place everyone wants to live in.
His Grace Sir Samuel Vimes is Commander of Ankh-Morpork's City Watch, having risen through the ranks with grit, a healthy dose of cynicism, and some rather annoying favors. His new station hasn't changed who he is though: a copper is a copper, be it human, troll, dwarf, Igor, undead, werewolf, gnome, or bloodsucker vampire. Mr. Vimes has faced down werewolves, demons, and the real clincher, getting through Ankh-Morpork rush hour traffic every evening by six to read to his son, Young Sam. Tough as nails,
Side note: Captain Commander Vimes has been taken from directly after the events in Thud!
Sample Entry:
Someone's playing silly buggers with me again, aren't they? Thought the driver was giving me a funny look and I know a funny look. This one was two levels below eyeballing when he dropped me off, and are monkeys that color? If one of them shoves me one more time, I'll have them arrested for Assault Without A License. Trees have been rather friendly though, if a bit grabby.
Well, all I'm really here to do is read this bit of paper to all of you and then I can bunk off back to my real job. Right.
Greetings, good citizens of Camp Fuck You Die I see we're keeping up the fine old tradition of humorous misspelling and adolescent wit, my name is Samuel Vimes, Duke of Ankh-Morpork and I am here because Vetinari felt it prudent to extend diplomatic relations to other countries including swamps, apparently. Ankh-Morpork is a city of diversity, where beings of all shapes and sizes are welcome, even the gentleman with the rather green complexion over there. And you, as well, madam, though we tend to refrain from eating other people's limbs.
No, ma'am, that does not mean I want a taste. No, really, I'm sure it's delicious when it's gone grey, and I'm sure those wriggly things add to the flavour immensely, but you see, it's against my religion to eat someone else's arm. It's just a thing, ma'am.
In any case, Ankh-Morpork, in the finest tradition of fellowship, wishes to extend a hand in the name of friendship and goodwill more like in the hopes of nicking your watch and walking off with your wallet and hopes that a lasting relationship can be forged between our two cities. As such, the Patrician is sending one of Ankh-Morpork's finest citizens to begin diplomatic talks. I wonder what poor bastard got landed with that job. It is with great pleasure that I announce that the first ambassador of Ankh-Morpork to Camp Fuck You Die is His Grace, Sir Samuel Vimes-.
…
Who will be fulfilling duties blah blah no you are not getting out of this, Sir Samuel; enjoy your vacation. Signed Lord Vetinari.
…
Dammit. What I did I do to make him mad this time?
75.0% O-OMG, I really honestly did not think I would get in...Thank you!