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Your Name/Alias: Kristen
Age: 23
Character: Alec Hardison
Series: Leverage
Character Age: Mid-twenties.
Job: Wilderness Survival Counselor
Canon: What happens when you take four criminal geniuses and put them together with a questionably straight man at the helm? A team of vigilantes that may be less than professional, not always on point, but the best at what they do-Taking down crooks that the law cannot touch. It takes a thief to catch a thief, right? Spanning four seasons, Leverage covers the adventures and hjinks of a crack team of thieves taking on any and every kind of job in order to help the little guy. While they may run into trouble and rough patches, the Leverage team always manages to come out on top.
In the techno-age, no vigilante team would be complete without someone cracking codes behind a keyboard. Enter Hardison: A smart alec, sci-fi loving tech geek who can hack his way into any and everything. Hardison is quick on his feet with a dry wit and sarcasm, often overacting to the point of irritating others. While he may not be serious at all times, often bringing complaint after complaint on trivial issues, he can focus on the well-being of the team and their clients, often quick to butt heads with the more ruthless members of the Leverage crew. Really, Hardison is a good guy at heart and something of a younger brother to the team with his determination and optimism once you get past his bravado and attitude.
Sample Post:
Alright, I know I'm as happy as you are about possibly getting limes or rabies or whatever these flying pests have got going on. So, if you aren't up on your shots, I am going to direct you to the hospital right over there. Now, don't rush, y'all. There is plenty of antibiotics and topical creams for everyone. Mmhm, thaaat's right . . . So, that takes care of what-About half of you? Look, I am serious if you have some kind of rash of something going on, you better get it taken care of. I am not being paid enough to try and treat the plague, malaria, or whatever West Nile outbreak going on in here. Hell, they aren't even paying me. But I am taking pity on all of you, so pay attention because I am not repeating myself.
Now, I am here to help you "survive the wilderness". And all of this? This is a whole lot of wilderness to survive, so I am going to teach you the one golden rule to live through it: Don't fight the wilderness. -No, I am dead serious. I think I saw one of those cows bench press some guy who tried to tip her over. You see wilderness? You turn around and run right the other way, back to civilization, the Internet, and Starbucks. We evolved past living in caves for a reason; there ain't no point in fighting my man Darwin on this. So, since you all are stuck here and that isn't exactly an option yet, we're going to do the next best thing.
First, what you're going to do is get out the very nice lap-Oh, no. No, this is some kind of joke, right? Because I am sure somebody got the memo . . . Somebody, anybody. Man, who did not know that Gateway shut down, like, a decade ago. This stuff should be phased right on out into a landfill! The nineties is blowing up my phone asking where its paper weight went. You guys need to trade up to something that could handle, I don't know, ethernet? Alright, look, I can still make this work, but don't you think I'm finished with this! This is cruel and unusual punishment, sticking kids with these outdated, virus-ridden bricks.
So, after you've played frisbee with your stan-dard issued piece of the Stone Age, you're going to get your cellphone out. Yeah, no cell reception, boo-hoo. Y'all are gonna be jealous when I get some pizza up in this joint, so pay attention and I might share some. -Alright, by now you should be onto the wi-fi, so you can jump onto your proxy server, whatever little piece of software you have running to keep all the back doors open. See, I call mine, Rear Window. Haha, thank you, thank you . . . Well, alright then, I guess all of the Hawaiian pie is mine. Ain't got no sense of humor, bunch of stiffs.
Once you're already in the system all you got to do is upload some-Hey! Hey now! I saw that! Fallin' asleep while I am gracing you all with my presence. You don't have a clue what you just-Oh, no, that's it. I'm gonna take care of this, you bunch of ungrateful . . . There. Now, you all can just click that link I just sent to all of y'alls mailboxes, and see about surviving the wilderness all on your own. -No, no, you're welcome. Now, somebody tip the poor pizza boy! He looks like he's seen a ghost.
Voting goes here.
Age: 23
Character: Alec Hardison
Series: Leverage
Character Age: Mid-twenties.
Job: Wilderness Survival Counselor
Canon: What happens when you take four criminal geniuses and put them together with a questionably straight man at the helm? A team of vigilantes that may be less than professional, not always on point, but the best at what they do-Taking down crooks that the law cannot touch. It takes a thief to catch a thief, right? Spanning four seasons, Leverage covers the adventures and hjinks of a crack team of thieves taking on any and every kind of job in order to help the little guy. While they may run into trouble and rough patches, the Leverage team always manages to come out on top.
In the techno-age, no vigilante team would be complete without someone cracking codes behind a keyboard. Enter Hardison: A smart alec, sci-fi loving tech geek who can hack his way into any and everything. Hardison is quick on his feet with a dry wit and sarcasm, often overacting to the point of irritating others. While he may not be serious at all times, often bringing complaint after complaint on trivial issues, he can focus on the well-being of the team and their clients, often quick to butt heads with the more ruthless members of the Leverage crew. Really, Hardison is a good guy at heart and something of a younger brother to the team with his determination and optimism once you get past his bravado and attitude.
Sample Post:
Alright, I know I'm as happy as you are about possibly getting limes or rabies or whatever these flying pests have got going on. So, if you aren't up on your shots, I am going to direct you to the hospital right over there. Now, don't rush, y'all. There is plenty of antibiotics and topical creams for everyone. Mmhm, thaaat's right . . . So, that takes care of what-About half of you? Look, I am serious if you have some kind of rash of something going on, you better get it taken care of. I am not being paid enough to try and treat the plague, malaria, or whatever West Nile outbreak going on in here. Hell, they aren't even paying me. But I am taking pity on all of you, so pay attention because I am not repeating myself.
Now, I am here to help you "survive the wilderness". And all of this? This is a whole lot of wilderness to survive, so I am going to teach you the one golden rule to live through it: Don't fight the wilderness. -No, I am dead serious. I think I saw one of those cows bench press some guy who tried to tip her over. You see wilderness? You turn around and run right the other way, back to civilization, the Internet, and Starbucks. We evolved past living in caves for a reason; there ain't no point in fighting my man Darwin on this. So, since you all are stuck here and that isn't exactly an option yet, we're going to do the next best thing.
First, what you're going to do is get out the very nice lap-Oh, no. No, this is some kind of joke, right? Because I am sure somebody got the memo . . . Somebody, anybody. Man, who did not know that Gateway shut down, like, a decade ago. This stuff should be phased right on out into a landfill! The nineties is blowing up my phone asking where its paper weight went. You guys need to trade up to something that could handle, I don't know, ethernet? Alright, look, I can still make this work, but don't you think I'm finished with this! This is cruel and unusual punishment, sticking kids with these outdated, virus-ridden bricks.
So, after you've played frisbee with your stan-dard issued piece of the Stone Age, you're going to get your cellphone out. Yeah, no cell reception, boo-hoo. Y'all are gonna be jealous when I get some pizza up in this joint, so pay attention and I might share some. -Alright, by now you should be onto the wi-fi, so you can jump onto your proxy server, whatever little piece of software you have running to keep all the back doors open. See, I call mine, Rear Window. Haha, thank you, thank you . . . Well, alright then, I guess all of the Hawaiian pie is mine. Ain't got no sense of humor, bunch of stiffs.
Once you're already in the system all you got to do is upload some-Hey! Hey now! I saw that! Fallin' asleep while I am gracing you all with my presence. You don't have a clue what you just-Oh, no, that's it. I'm gonna take care of this, you bunch of ungrateful . . . There. Now, you all can just click that link I just sent to all of y'alls mailboxes, and see about surviving the wilderness all on your own. -No, no, you're welcome. Now, somebody tip the poor pizza boy! He looks like he's seen a ghost.
Voting goes here.