Post by roy on Feb 9, 2010 23:31:14 GMT -5
Roy "Dingo" Massis
"I don't care about your war as long as I can keep sailing. "
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» TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOWALIAS
Roy, “Dingo,” “The Dingo”
AGE
28
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
ETHNIC
Australian
FACTION
Other - Independent
POSITION
Smuggler» YOU'RE IN THEN OUT
PERSONALITY
Roy is a very relaxed man. In his early years, he was exactly the opposite, however. He was much like his father: all business. When his father died at a young age of health complications brought on by stress, though, Roy turned his entire life around. This reversal was seen as a poor decision by many – including his mother and brother – but Roy never considered any other lifestyle after making the change.
Owning a ship and taking care of the crew has restored some of his responsibility, but he remains largely unchanged. He is always ready with an easy smile or an off-color joke. He says that such things are a good way to “break the ice,” but in reality, often uses them to throw off the people that are paying for his services. It is his belief that if someone’s mind is focused on a joke, then it’s not focused on the paycheck.
Ideologically, Roy is indifferent as long as he can keep sailing. He’s never been a soldier or had the inclination to be one. His main goal in everything is to remain free to do what he wants, when he wants. In the spirit of that, he will work for whichever side is willing to pay for his services: China, Britannia, the Black Knights, anyone. As long as they pay him, he’ll transport whatever he can with as few questions asked as possible.
ADORES
- The ocean
- Sailing
- Surfing
- Drinking
- Fishing
- Freedom
ABHORS
- Laws
- People that are overly serious
- Being in prison
- People with “holier than thou” personalities
SKILLED
- Smuggling
- Sailing
- Surfing
- Drinking
FEARS
- Being captured/imprisoned
- Losing his ship
- Sharks
- War
» MEMORIES, SUPPOSED TO FADERELATIVES
Father: Kyle Massis (deceased)
Mother: Ellen Massis, Age: 65
Brother: Jonathon Massis, Age: 22
HISTORY
Roy was the first son to the Massis family. When he was born, the family was lower-middle class. Only a few short years later, Roy’s father was the owner of a successful business. The family’s second child, Jonathon, was born a year later.
All throughout their childhood, Roy and his younger brother were at odds with each other. Before the death of their father, it was because they were constantly competing for the man’s attentions. After his death, the gap between the two widened. Whereas Roy became the penultimate slacker afterwards, Jonathon went on to follow in their father’s footsteps and became the company’s CEO.
After the death of his father, Roy spent the vast majority of his time on the beaches near Sydney, drinking, surfing, swimming, and generally partying. It was during this time that he developed his love of the ocean – and his fear of sharks. He disregarded the fear and scrounged together what money he could and bought a boat of his own. It was a rickety little thing that leaked, but it was a start.
After a few years (and two more boats), he came to posses – through less than legal means – an Australian Coast Guard patrol boat. After giving the ship a new paintjob, he sailed north and picked up a small crew in the Polynesian islands. It was there that he got his first smuggling job, moving weapons from one port to the next. Over the next few years, he moved his way farther north. He now finds himself working around the coast of Area 11, often moving weapons and people too and from the Britannian colony and Penglai Island. He is likely one of the few civilians in the region that knows the island’s exact location.
» WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU
NAME
Zane
RP-HISTORY
About 6 months. I also control Zane Burnlight, Josef “Gauron” Totschläger, and Terry Benjamin Wilhelm here. I’ve RP’d at a few other sites, but they’re both dead.
SAMPLE
Roy sat on the edge of his boat, his bare feet dangling over the side, and a fishing pole in hand with its line cast out into the sea. He pinched the pole between his knees and stretched back, relishing the feeling of the sun beaming harshly down on his little patch of ocean. Stretching complete, he reached into a nearby cooler and extracted a beer from the icy depths of the plastic container. He cracked it open and took a sip. ”Damn fine day we’ve got here,” he said to no-one in particular. The crew was all below-decks, doing whatever jobs they saw fit to do.
It had been a few days since their last job, but they still had enough fuel to get anywhere they needed to go and enough food to keep from starving. As long as no other ships came along and tried to ruin his day, it would be perfect. He gazed out over the ocean, sunglasses artificially darkening the horizon, and thought briefly on his Mother and brother. He hadn’t spoken to them in… a year? Two? With a shrug, he decided that it didn’t matter.
Roy reeled his line in, not particularly caring that he hadn’t even got a nibble, and set the rod down next to him on the deck. It was a lazy day, and he would treat it as such – by sleeping it away. At least, that was his plan. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs towards him. ”Roy, we just got a call from Penglai. They’ve got a job for us,” his unofficial first mate, Mark, said.
”That so?” Roy stood and stretched his back. ”Well then I suppose we should go and take their money, eh?” he said with a wide grin on his face. Without another word, Mark turned and went down into the cabin. Roy gathered his things and followed the man, ready for whatever job the Black Knights could throw at him.
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