Post by Bill Sikes on Oct 27, 2008 10:39:11 GMT -5
William Sikes
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THREE AVATARS OF YOUR CHARACTER
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Character's Full Name: William Sikes
Nicknames: Bill, Sikes
Age && Birthday: Twenty-seven, 17th November
Occupation: Theif, Vagabond, Scum
Class: Lower, why do the upper class steal nowadays?
Appearance;
Firstly Bill is a large man, much larger then you’re average guy. He stands at around six foot six and to had to that he’s very stocky not because he’s over weight but more because he’s just naturally a large guy. Bill has ownership to a pair of very large hands, he gives the impression that should you meet his fist it’s likely you wont have much of a face left. The second thing about Bill is his rugged features, he’s scruffy that’s for sure, his face is round. Bill’s hair is dark and matted, it kicks out at the back with such severity one could mistake it for an afro with out the curls. Most of the time, specifically when Bill is on a “job” his face will be covered with a dark stubble however when he has the time Sike’s has been known to shave or even god forbid, visit a barbers. Bill has a pair of dark brown eyes, they’re the type that bore into a person, his lips are thin often possessive of an angry frown.
When it comes to clothing Bill dresses simple however he has three very trademark articles about him. One is a top hat that Sikes has possessed since a young boy, the second a large overcoat that is made out of moles skin. The coat it’s self has over several deep pockets in which an array objects (usually stolen may I add) can be concealed. Thirdly Bill usually walks around with a wooden cane which has been known to be used as a weapon before now.
William Sikes has his fair share of cuts and marks and distinguishing features. Being a thief comes with the odd fight and with the odd fight comes scars from badly healed wounds. Bill has one long scar that runs from his shoulder to the middle of his back and one scar that runs across where his vain would be on his neck. Chances are that, that one dose of carelessness wont be risked again, who cuts their own throats? It's like hanging yourself, stupid and deserving of Bedlam.
Should a person take a real close look at William Sikes, they may notice that considering his rough appearance and dangerous stance. He’s a pretty handsome fellow, but then again beauty is the eye of the beholder.
Personality;
Bill Sikes is dangerous, there is no other way to put it. He’s lived a life style for a good percentage of his life that has lead to the need for violence, the need to work things around his way, the need fight for what you want. With a temper that signifies a violent solution to most problems it comes as no surprise that Bill is one of the most feared and respected tyrants of his time. There’s no particular reason as to why Bill Sikes is the epitome of violent behaviour there isn’t anything in his past that suggests that he has a reason to have so much pent up aggression … but some people are born that way aren’t they?
Bill is nothing more then a petty thief but in essentials he’s a hardened criminal that has somehow evaded capture for years now. Bill is not to be mistaken for one of the pathetic fogle-hunters that Fagin keeps about his person, no Bill is much more and much less then one of Fagin’s boys.
Bill isn’t the outwardly affection type. Yes he does love Nancy but he rarely shows his affection for her. Bill is utterly disgusted by the idea of selling yourself and the fact that his better half does that repulses him, not greatly but there’s still something there that bites at the back of his mind. Somewhere in Bill he does care for people but not to the extent that it’s obvious. Of course there’s little point in denying his adoration for his dog Bulls-eye who is the canine equivalent of him.
Bill could step in a room and admittedly everyone would be on edge until he left. Mr Sikes however is the silent type, a few small actions and gestures often signify what he wants done. Bill does enjoy the time down at the public house but he is not sociable. Most of the time Bill will be found in a dark corner plotting his next job.
In Depth
HOBBIESBill Sikes and hobbies? Excuse me, he does recreational activities? No Bill Sikes has no real hobbies except theft but thats more of a day job.
LIKESMoney
Nancey
Anything with alcohol content.
DISLIKESThere is not much that Bill dislikes apart from
Fagin. No he really hates him and often refers to him a 'Jew' rather then his proper name.
BEST MEMORYBill Sikes has no real good memories, he’s lived on the streets his whole life. What’s so good about that?
WORST MEMORYBad memories are for those who gripe about their predicaments. Funnily enough Bill isn't one of those people.
History;
Bill Sikes was born and abandoned. As blunt as that sounds it true, he was never named and was quickly found by a Jew by the name of Fagin. He grew up with the name William Sikes, Sikes presumably referring to his violent nature and moody temperament. He started pick pocketing at an extremely young age, never once being caught never once being spotted by the scene of crime. Except perhaps once. That however was easily passed off onto someone else and with the blame being transferred a life of an innocent man was ended. After all who would suspect an innocent seven-year-old child with no family?
Bill’s talent was clear, and growing up Bill got more independent for every year of his life and soon become quite the little bugger. He was hard to control and reckless, with a dangerous temper Fagin decided that perhaps it was time to let Bill go. Bill of course was more then happy to leave and he himself often wonders why one of the boys hasn’t offed’ him by now. Over the years Bill has acquired a dog-named bulls-eye that is the canine equivalent of himself.
However with violence comes with perhaps love? No yes maybe? Either way when a young woman called Nancy came into Bills life, something changed. He feels for her in a way that he’s never felt for anyone. Sure he doesn’t show it but there is something about her, she’s a credit to her sex of course. Nancy alone can calm Bill down like no other.
Bill is now twenty-seven and one thing can be said. 27 years on the streets and you experience a lot of things but nothing you want to experience, 27 years on the streets and you see a lot of things but none of the sights you want to see.
Family Relationships;
n/a
Your RP;
Bill, looked down at the person he’d bumped into. It seemed Bill always looked down at people, coming from such a towering height he and his body type suggested that he could quite easily squash anyone he wished to. He surveyed this newest company, he was a lawyer was he not? Either way Sikes was quite sure he knew the person in front of him. Bulls-eye whom had been with Bill the whole time seemed to take an offence to the person in his master’s presence and let out a low growl signifying that fact. Sikes lowered his hand to signal the dog to shut up and Bulls-eye complied quickly.
"It is rare to see you in this side of town, were you any relation to the woman?“ Sikes grunted slightly. He realised at once who was in front of him. Bloody William Gracy. ”No, can’t a man take a walk?.” Sikes’ ever-violent temper seemed to make a brief appearance. "Or perhaps are you here for another reason?" Sikes frowned before narrowing his eyes. ”No I ain’t ere’ for any other reason and if I were wots it of your business?” Sikes didn’t appreciate Gracy’s nosing about and Bulls-eye whom had remained quiet up until now let out another vicious growl.
It was seemingly odd and peculiar how master and dog seemed to have constant matching moods. If Bill were in a well-spirited mood the dog would also be in a well-spirited mood. It also appeared that wherever Sikes was the dog would also be unless he’d been ordered away from his master; which, may I add was not often. The two were equals, both brutal and both low-lives with the exception of Sikes who seemed to regard getting money through theft as proper and normal behaviour.
Bill looked behind to see what perhaps Charley Bates and Dodger were up to. It appeared that currently they were following some old man about who seemed more then a little well off. Those higher-class men they deserved to be robbed unless they paid their way out of it. Sikes sniffed a moment and looked back at his acquaintance, ”Ant’ you got somewhere to go, other then to bother the public? You ruddy beaks don’t know what’s bloody good for you.”
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name;; C, Padfoot, flea bag ¬_¬ , Coley whatever
years roleplaying;; five woah
location;; London OH YEAH
How You found us;; Uh I was on the first one GO GO ME
