Post by Old Man Henderson on Feb 9, 2012 2:54:00 GMT -5
[align=center]Human
Sorry...Who Are You?[/align]
Name:[/color] Old Man Henderson
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Loyalties: No one
[align=center]What Makes Us...Us?[/align]
Height & Weight 5'11" & 170 lbs.
Hair & Eye Colour Brown hair and Green Eyes
Noticable Difference Nothing makes him stand out.
Positive Traits
Negative Traits
TMI?: Old Man Henderson wore combat boots, cargo shorts, and an open-front Hawaiian shirt with a wife-beater underneath.
He was dyslexic, and had a lesser case of Schizophrenia. allowing him to assume that the reason he saw crazy shit was because he WAS a little bit crazy.
He had a grizzly adams beard and wore his hair in a mohawk.
He never took off his aviator shades, for any reason.
He had a stuffed parrot on his shoulder named Rupert that he constantly asked for advice, while ignoring the other party members as convenient, assuming they were hallucinations.
He had a Automatic combat shot-gun he knew how to use.
He also had MEMORIZED the anarchist's cookbook. He started the game with a pre-existing hatred of religion, cutlery, and books.
[align=center]Unlock....The Power Inside[/align]
Powers:[/color] Old Man Henderson's powers revolve around breaking the fourth wall and being able to add, subtract, or change his application.
[align=center]FLASHBACK[/align]
Background:
It all started when our predictably heroic hero, Old Man Henderon, woke up in a bush. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly puzzled, Old Man Henderon hit a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few freak nasty minutes later, he realized that his beloved Lawn Gnomes was missing! Immediately he called his undeclared soul mate, Jane Doe. Old Man Henderon had known Jane Doe for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were exotic ones. Jane Doe was unique. She was clever though sometimes a little... clueless. Old Man Henderon called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Jane Doe picked up to a very sad Old Man Henderon. Jane Doe calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters yawn before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually earnestly panic *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Old Man Henderon. Why was Jane Doe trying to distract Old Man Henderon? Because she had snuck out from Old Man Henderson’s with the Lawn Gnomes only three days prior. It was an electric little Lawn Gnomes... how could she resist?
It didn't take long before Old Man Henderon got back to the subject at hand: his Lawn Gnomes. Jane Doe panicked. Reluctantly, Jane Doe invited him over; assuring him they'd find the Lawn Gnomes. Old Man Henderon grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Jane Doe realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the Lawn Gnomes and she had to do it aimlessly. She figured that if Old Man Henderon took the homemade car, she had take at least seven minutes before Old Man Henderon would get there. But if he took the Buick? Then Jane Doe would be very screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Jane Doe was interrupted by nine insensitive raccoons that were lured by her Lawn Gnomes. Jane Doe belched; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling exasperated, she recklessly reached for her live hand grenade and skillfully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Buick rolling up. It was Old Man Henderon.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of dangerous oil-soaked rags, so he knew he was running late. With a heroic leap, Old Man Henderon was out of the Buick and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Jane Doe's front door. Meanwhile inside, Jane Doe was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the Lawn Gnomes into a box of wolverines and then slid the box behind her whale. Jane Doe was relieved but at least the Lawn Gnomes was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Jane Doe wildly purred. With a quick push, Old Man Henderon opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive rationality-deprived retard in a 'modded' Civic,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Jane Doe assured him. Old Man Henderon took a seat tragically close to where Jane Doe had hidden the Lawn Gnomes. Jane Doe cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Old Man Henderon was distracted. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, Jane Doe noticed a stupid look on Old Man Henderson’s face. Old Man Henderon slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Jane Doe felt a stabbing pain in her double chin when Old Man Henderon asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the Lawn Gnomes right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A dimwitted look started to form on Old Man Henderon's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's bananas from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Old Man Henderon nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Jane Doe could react, Old Man Henderon aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Lawn Gnomes was plainly in view.
Old Man Henderon stared at Jane Doe for what what must've been seven millseconds. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, Jane Doe groped scandalously in Old Man Henderson’s direction, clearly desperate. Old Man Henderon grabbed the Lawn Gnomes and bolted for the door. It was locked. Jane Doe let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Old Man Henderon,' she rebuked. Jane Doe always had been a little pestering, so Old Man Henderon knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Jane Doe did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at her or something. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he gripped his Lawn Gnomes tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Jane Doe looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Old Man Henderon. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame six days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Old Man Henderon. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Jane Doe walked over to the window and looked down. Old Man Henderon was gone.
Just yonder, Old Man Henderon was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind Jane Doe's place. Old Man Henderon had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral racoonss suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Lawn Gnomes. One by one they latched on to Old Man Henderon. Already weakened from his injury, Old Man Henderon yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of raccoons running off with his Lawn Gnomes.
Sorry...Who Are You?[/align]
Name:[/color] Old Man Henderson
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Loyalties: No one
[align=center]What Makes Us...Us?[/align]
Height & Weight 5'11" & 170 lbs.
Hair & Eye Colour Brown hair and Green Eyes
Noticable Difference Nothing makes him stand out.
Positive Traits
[*:304q2bnh] Insane
[*:304q2bnh] Smart
[*:304q2bnh] Bad Ass
[*:304q2bnh] Has a Scottish Accent
[*:304q2bnh] Insane
Negative Traits
[*:304q2bnh] Insane
[*:304q2bnh] Smart
[*:304q2bnh] Bad Ass
[*:304q2bnh] Has a Scottish Accent
[*:304q2bnh] Insane
TMI?: Old Man Henderson wore combat boots, cargo shorts, and an open-front Hawaiian shirt with a wife-beater underneath.
He was dyslexic, and had a lesser case of Schizophrenia. allowing him to assume that the reason he saw crazy shit was because he WAS a little bit crazy.
He had a grizzly adams beard and wore his hair in a mohawk.
He never took off his aviator shades, for any reason.
He had a stuffed parrot on his shoulder named Rupert that he constantly asked for advice, while ignoring the other party members as convenient, assuming they were hallucinations.
He had a Automatic combat shot-gun he knew how to use.
He also had MEMORIZED the anarchist's cookbook. He started the game with a pre-existing hatred of religion, cutlery, and books.
[align=center]Unlock....The Power Inside[/align]
Powers:[/color] Old Man Henderson's powers revolve around breaking the fourth wall and being able to add, subtract, or change his application.
[align=center]FLASHBACK[/align]
Background:
It all started when our predictably heroic hero, Old Man Henderon, woke up in a bush. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly puzzled, Old Man Henderon hit a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few freak nasty minutes later, he realized that his beloved Lawn Gnomes was missing! Immediately he called his undeclared soul mate, Jane Doe. Old Man Henderon had known Jane Doe for (plus or minus) 1.2 billion years, the majority of which were exotic ones. Jane Doe was unique. She was clever though sometimes a little... clueless. Old Man Henderon called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Jane Doe picked up to a very sad Old Man Henderon. Jane Doe calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters yawn before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually earnestly panic *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Old Man Henderon. Why was Jane Doe trying to distract Old Man Henderon? Because she had snuck out from Old Man Henderson’s with the Lawn Gnomes only three days prior. It was an electric little Lawn Gnomes... how could she resist?
It didn't take long before Old Man Henderon got back to the subject at hand: his Lawn Gnomes. Jane Doe panicked. Reluctantly, Jane Doe invited him over; assuring him they'd find the Lawn Gnomes. Old Man Henderon grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Jane Doe realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the Lawn Gnomes and she had to do it aimlessly. She figured that if Old Man Henderon took the homemade car, she had take at least seven minutes before Old Man Henderon would get there. But if he took the Buick? Then Jane Doe would be very screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Jane Doe was interrupted by nine insensitive raccoons that were lured by her Lawn Gnomes. Jane Doe belched; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling exasperated, she recklessly reached for her live hand grenade and skillfully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Buick rolling up. It was Old Man Henderon.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of dangerous oil-soaked rags, so he knew he was running late. With a heroic leap, Old Man Henderon was out of the Buick and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Jane Doe's front door. Meanwhile inside, Jane Doe was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the Lawn Gnomes into a box of wolverines and then slid the box behind her whale. Jane Doe was relieved but at least the Lawn Gnomes was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Jane Doe wildly purred. With a quick push, Old Man Henderon opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive rationality-deprived retard in a 'modded' Civic,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Jane Doe assured him. Old Man Henderon took a seat tragically close to where Jane Doe had hidden the Lawn Gnomes. Jane Doe cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Old Man Henderon was distracted. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, Jane Doe noticed a stupid look on Old Man Henderson’s face. Old Man Henderon slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Jane Doe felt a stabbing pain in her double chin when Old Man Henderon asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the Lawn Gnomes right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A dimwitted look started to form on Old Man Henderon's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's bananas from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Old Man Henderon nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Jane Doe could react, Old Man Henderon aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Lawn Gnomes was plainly in view.
Old Man Henderon stared at Jane Doe for what what must've been seven millseconds. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, Jane Doe groped scandalously in Old Man Henderson’s direction, clearly desperate. Old Man Henderon grabbed the Lawn Gnomes and bolted for the door. It was locked. Jane Doe let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Old Man Henderon,' she rebuked. Jane Doe always had been a little pestering, so Old Man Henderon knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Jane Doe did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at her or something. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he gripped his Lawn Gnomes tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Jane Doe looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Old Man Henderon. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame six days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Old Man Henderon. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Jane Doe walked over to the window and looked down. Old Man Henderon was gone.
Just yonder, Old Man Henderon was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind Jane Doe's place. Old Man Henderon had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral racoonss suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Lawn Gnomes. One by one they latched on to Old Man Henderon. Already weakened from his injury, Old Man Henderon yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of raccoons running off with his Lawn Gnomes.
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