Post by Waddle on Mar 28, 2011 21:29:28 GMT -5
Character Name: Gibbs Rane
Why he/she was chosen, in canon, to be an Elder: Just as a side note, the real reason is because there is no one else xD
Gibbs is a strong leader, with a firm grip and a decently pleasant attitude as long as he and others are respected. He has a lot of experience as a leader. Though his methods may sometimes seem rudimentary, basic and life-risking, he never suggests things that would have a great consequence, especially not from a group of people so scattered and wary of each other that a toe out of place could cause a cataclysmic disspiation. Sometimes he may forget that he isn't commanding a group of battle-hardened soldiers, and that is why he relies on his second-in-command, Nevada, to keep him in place.
With a capable demeanour, people are naturally drawn to trust Gibbs, and believe that he knows what he is doing when, in fact, he often doesn't. Not only is he a leader, but he's also the bulk. He is not one to be trifled with. Gibbs is disorganized in an organized way - he knows where everything is but couldn't tell someone else where it was because to them, the area was just a mess. With the patience of a predator waiting to strike, he can suffer through just about any rambling conversation if he has to, though it's more likely that he would simply leave and get to work. Speaking of work, that's all he does. And he always does a job well.
Flaws that could complicate his/her position: While working two jobs and having to do numerous other tasks, as well as try to (and fail to) take care of his daughter, accepting the job of Elder would push Gibbs to a breaking point. It wouldn't take much, but the break is hidden deeply and not likely to be found. Gibbs may look like an able person, but he doesn't look like a nice one at first glance, a trait that often repels people and causes them to steer away from this steely-eyed, calculating man. He isn't one to play word games, and frustration at such a waste of time gets the better of him, causing him to simply walk away. Like previously mentioned, he can forget just who his allies are. They aren't soldiers. They're normal people. Gibbs would expect too much of them, and, more likely than not, would reserve to the offense tatics rather than the defense.
His/her plans/goals/ideas: To reform the Innocents into something more than just a cowering group of rabbits. He wishes to train the weaker links to be something a bit more, and to help them all excel in both the domains of talismans and their real lives. He cares for their well-fare, and that of their families and friends, and intends to offer as much protection to anyone in need as possible. He also wishes to get more strong people in the group of Innocents, which seems to consist mostly of alarmists and the faint-of-heart. That may prove to be a goal far above his head. If so, he will turn back to simply doing his best to help them, in all ways possible.
RP sample (as an Elder): A tired sigh escaped through Gibbs's lips as he stared into the darkness of the palm of his hand, which was pressed against his eyes to block out piercing light. A migraine that had not receded for weeks now thumped with his heart, slow, steady, painful. He was sitting behind a desk piled a foot deep with papers and folders in some places and only a single page in others, with inkless pens and broken pencils scattered on some of those teetering piles. His well-worn desk chair squeaked in protest as he sat back, staring now at the papers. Every day, the pile seemed to get bigger and bigger, and every piece he threw away was replaced by three more.
Four jobs - agent, officer, father, Elder. What mattered most to him? Father, of course. That job took up the most space in his mind but received no productivity whatsoever. Two jobs had been bad enough. Now four. Why had he ever accepted this stupid fourth one? Elders. Yeah, right. He snorted in derision. He hadn't really had much choice. After seeing several young people dead on the news, several people he knew to be Innocents, he had decided that he couldn't let any more die. They were just kids. Once he had met with the other Innocents, he had decided they were all like that - scared, alone, and not used to it. All except one. They had needed a leader, someone to stand beside. Gibbs had had to be that one. He had seen fear in more eyes than he would like. He could only thank some irony-loving happenstance that had left him with one strong woman. She was his second, now. She took care of a lot of the problems, but that didn't help. It wasn't enough.
So many papers... Gibbs reached to the lamp and flicked it off. The dim light that had seemed so agonizingly sharp disappeared, leaving him in complete blackness. Crossing his arms over a pile of papers, Gibbs rested his head on them and closed his eyes. Within the minute, he was already drifting off to sleep, right when his phone rang a generic tone loudly enough to cause him to start. The pile wobbled but settled as Gibbs grabbed for his phone and answered it. "Boss, I told you I wasn't ready two hours ago and I damn sure won't be n-"[/b] Stopping, Gibbs realized his mistake. Glancing at the caller ID, he stammered a curse. "God, K-Kurt! I didn't mean to-" "Doesn't matter, Gibbs,"[/b] Kurt's monotone voice cut him off. "We have a problem. The two little girls, the sisters, they're missing. No one knows where they are." Gibbs hissed another curse.
"Lavena and Valene? Van's little girls? Alright, alright, you can stop shouting! Where are you?" "Standing on the corner of Main Street and 4th Ave., where they were last seen. Get over here."[/b] Gibbs hung up the phone and jumped to his feet. All else was driven from his mind, if only for a short time, as he grabbed a coat and raced out of his house and ran to the corner of Main and 4th, being trailed by a large, loping dog.
Two hours later, Gibbs closed the door behind himself and collapsed onto the couch, practically unconscious. A wet nose pressing into his cheek, then an equally wet tongue licking his face kept him from falling asleep. Gibbs smiled faintly and scratched the top of the dog's head without opening his eyes. "You did good today," he told her, "as you always do. Those girls would be dead without you." Gibbs didn't know if the kidnapper of the two girls was a Hunter. He hadn't cared. He'd personally made sure the man was on his way to prison, then accompanied the girls home before returning to his own place. Ava nudged him again, whined and put a paw up onto the couch. Gibbs shushed her, muttering that now was no time for humility. In a matter of heartbeats, and with a satisfied feeling in his gut, he was sound asleep.
(More should be added to the flaws and ideas later, but now I gotta run!)[/size]
Why he/she was chosen, in canon, to be an Elder: Just as a side note, the real reason is because there is no one else xD
Gibbs is a strong leader, with a firm grip and a decently pleasant attitude as long as he and others are respected. He has a lot of experience as a leader. Though his methods may sometimes seem rudimentary, basic and life-risking, he never suggests things that would have a great consequence, especially not from a group of people so scattered and wary of each other that a toe out of place could cause a cataclysmic disspiation. Sometimes he may forget that he isn't commanding a group of battle-hardened soldiers, and that is why he relies on his second-in-command, Nevada, to keep him in place.
With a capable demeanour, people are naturally drawn to trust Gibbs, and believe that he knows what he is doing when, in fact, he often doesn't. Not only is he a leader, but he's also the bulk. He is not one to be trifled with. Gibbs is disorganized in an organized way - he knows where everything is but couldn't tell someone else where it was because to them, the area was just a mess. With the patience of a predator waiting to strike, he can suffer through just about any rambling conversation if he has to, though it's more likely that he would simply leave and get to work. Speaking of work, that's all he does. And he always does a job well.
Flaws that could complicate his/her position: While working two jobs and having to do numerous other tasks, as well as try to (and fail to) take care of his daughter, accepting the job of Elder would push Gibbs to a breaking point. It wouldn't take much, but the break is hidden deeply and not likely to be found. Gibbs may look like an able person, but he doesn't look like a nice one at first glance, a trait that often repels people and causes them to steer away from this steely-eyed, calculating man. He isn't one to play word games, and frustration at such a waste of time gets the better of him, causing him to simply walk away. Like previously mentioned, he can forget just who his allies are. They aren't soldiers. They're normal people. Gibbs would expect too much of them, and, more likely than not, would reserve to the offense tatics rather than the defense.
His/her plans/goals/ideas: To reform the Innocents into something more than just a cowering group of rabbits. He wishes to train the weaker links to be something a bit more, and to help them all excel in both the domains of talismans and their real lives. He cares for their well-fare, and that of their families and friends, and intends to offer as much protection to anyone in need as possible. He also wishes to get more strong people in the group of Innocents, which seems to consist mostly of alarmists and the faint-of-heart. That may prove to be a goal far above his head. If so, he will turn back to simply doing his best to help them, in all ways possible.
RP sample (as an Elder): A tired sigh escaped through Gibbs's lips as he stared into the darkness of the palm of his hand, which was pressed against his eyes to block out piercing light. A migraine that had not receded for weeks now thumped with his heart, slow, steady, painful. He was sitting behind a desk piled a foot deep with papers and folders in some places and only a single page in others, with inkless pens and broken pencils scattered on some of those teetering piles. His well-worn desk chair squeaked in protest as he sat back, staring now at the papers. Every day, the pile seemed to get bigger and bigger, and every piece he threw away was replaced by three more.
Four jobs - agent, officer, father, Elder. What mattered most to him? Father, of course. That job took up the most space in his mind but received no productivity whatsoever. Two jobs had been bad enough. Now four. Why had he ever accepted this stupid fourth one? Elders. Yeah, right. He snorted in derision. He hadn't really had much choice. After seeing several young people dead on the news, several people he knew to be Innocents, he had decided that he couldn't let any more die. They were just kids. Once he had met with the other Innocents, he had decided they were all like that - scared, alone, and not used to it. All except one. They had needed a leader, someone to stand beside. Gibbs had had to be that one. He had seen fear in more eyes than he would like. He could only thank some irony-loving happenstance that had left him with one strong woman. She was his second, now. She took care of a lot of the problems, but that didn't help. It wasn't enough.
So many papers... Gibbs reached to the lamp and flicked it off. The dim light that had seemed so agonizingly sharp disappeared, leaving him in complete blackness. Crossing his arms over a pile of papers, Gibbs rested his head on them and closed his eyes. Within the minute, he was already drifting off to sleep, right when his phone rang a generic tone loudly enough to cause him to start. The pile wobbled but settled as Gibbs grabbed for his phone and answered it. "Boss, I told you I wasn't ready two hours ago and I damn sure won't be n-"[/b] Stopping, Gibbs realized his mistake. Glancing at the caller ID, he stammered a curse. "God, K-Kurt! I didn't mean to-" "Doesn't matter, Gibbs,"[/b] Kurt's monotone voice cut him off. "We have a problem. The two little girls, the sisters, they're missing. No one knows where they are." Gibbs hissed another curse.
"Lavena and Valene? Van's little girls? Alright, alright, you can stop shouting! Where are you?" "Standing on the corner of Main Street and 4th Ave., where they were last seen. Get over here."[/b] Gibbs hung up the phone and jumped to his feet. All else was driven from his mind, if only for a short time, as he grabbed a coat and raced out of his house and ran to the corner of Main and 4th, being trailed by a large, loping dog.
Two hours later, Gibbs closed the door behind himself and collapsed onto the couch, practically unconscious. A wet nose pressing into his cheek, then an equally wet tongue licking his face kept him from falling asleep. Gibbs smiled faintly and scratched the top of the dog's head without opening his eyes. "You did good today," he told her, "as you always do. Those girls would be dead without you." Gibbs didn't know if the kidnapper of the two girls was a Hunter. He hadn't cared. He'd personally made sure the man was on his way to prison, then accompanied the girls home before returning to his own place. Ava nudged him again, whined and put a paw up onto the couch. Gibbs shushed her, muttering that now was no time for humility. In a matter of heartbeats, and with a satisfied feeling in his gut, he was sound asleep.
(More should be added to the flaws and ideas later, but now I gotta run!)[/size]
