Post by Inspector Frederick Abberline on Jul 21, 2008 19:05:54 GMT -5
Username: ToxSparrow.
Desired Character: Inspector Frederick Abberline (can shorten character title to Inspector Abberline)
Movie(s) in which your character appears: From Hell, Love Lies Bleeding, Jack The Ripper (1973/88).
Description of character: To put things bluntly, Inspector Frederick Abberline is the man entrusted with unravelling London's most disturbing and peculiar string of murders since time unknown: he is on The Ripper case. Distinguished easily by his sombre expression and brusque British accent, Abberline is a stoic and, it is said, amicable enough person with fair manners, unique methods of investigation and a high tolerance for gore, only flinching where others feel the need to vomit into their sleeves.
Having 'recovered' not so long ago from the death of both his wife and child during birth, Abberline tends to talk with sharper tones than what he used to, and has since withdrawn a little into himself, preferring the solitude and distraction of work to the harsh memories of the life he once had.
Whilst the Inspector remains on the force, this isn't to say that the man follows a rigid moral code; he regularly 'chases the dragon', as it were-a euphemism for the taking of opium, and the drinking of Absinthe. It is while submerged in these drug-induced hazes that the Inspector discovers his true 'talent': the ability to see things pertaining to the cases he works on. It is these 'guesses' which inevitably lend a hand to formerly cold cases and have earned him quite the reputation in London. Infact, he appears to be due for a promotion after just one more case.
RP Sample:
Christ, when was the last time I went here in the daylight?
Inspector Abberline stared almost dumbly at the battered but still surviving door of the apothecary, half-astonished that it still existed, half-astonished that it existed and that he was staring at it. The heels of his shoes hovered a little over the curbside as the Inspector surveyed the old building with a critical tilt of the head, dark eyes narrowed a touch as his pupils focussed on one small, paint-peeled panel of the old door to try and stifle the pounding headache he was feeling.
But he didn't enter. Turning and issuing a snort of derision at his own foolishness, the man slunk down the street...To only be driven back by the furiousness of his own body's needs. Casting a shifty glance amongst the filthy citizens of this slummy area, Fred gave one final grimace, swallowed his pride and ducked into the old, run-down shop.
The place, when his eyes adjusted to the gloom, was exactly as he remembered it; cramped and carrying the faint odour of mould, the array of glittering bottles and dust-coated boxes littered the small area in an unorganised mess beneath a light coating of filth, just as he had feared. It wasn't simply enough that he had to resort to buying such wares in these shops, but now he had to conspicuously hunt it out also? Scratching his jaw lightly, Abberline ran his hands over several bottles, subconsciously flinching with every clink of glass as his rummagings forced a prolonged search. By the time he had found it, the Inspector felt about ready to decapitate himself. The bottle wasn't marked he noticed as it was eased from it's position between two other similarly sized jars; the intense green colour of the Absinthe was enough to distinguish it anyway.
The Inspector's gaze remained politely glued to the woodgrain of the tabletop-come-counter for the entire transaction as he slid the coins across and nodded a stiff thanks. He needn't have bothered himself due to the 'keepers own lack of interest in whatever customer's bought, but nevertheless something in Abberline's mind felt that it was still a disgusting thing. Perhaps it had been something Victoria once said about-
Another flinch, another sharp memory, and suddenly the Inspector jerked back to life, seizing the Absinthe before padding wordlessly from the 'shop' and back into the gritty streets of London.
Skirting the more popular streets where he might be recognised, Frederick began the long walk home, but not without his headache forcing him to subtly uncork and lift the glass to his nose, it's contents mercifully obscured by his sleeve. He inhaled the scent of the drink deeply...
And felt himself fall into the old ways; so distant, yet so familiar...A tiny smile touched his lips for the fist time in weeks.
It felt really, really good.
RP Experience: A while on various sites with differing levels of RPing from short sentences to lengthier, more complex sorts-been writing as anything from pirates to wolves and all things inbetween! Oh yes, I also do a little fanfiction writing with a partner ^_^
Custom Title: Dragon-Chaser.
Quote: 'You're not going to see the twentieth century. '
Why you should get this character: The character of Abberline has remained one of my favourites for a long time-lingering at the back of my mind, I've always wanted to try my hand writing as him but had not yet found a reason to until now The emotional stress of the man put onto the most infamous murder case of the nineteenth century should be quite intriguing to show through in rp, I'm sure! Oh yes, I also have had a long running fascination in the Ripper case itself, which might prove useful if I am to do some more research for the roleplay ^^
How'd You Find Us?: The Edward Scissorhands board on IMDB.
Anything Else?: Other than that you've now been duly warned of my arrival...? >
Desired Character: Inspector Frederick Abberline (can shorten character title to Inspector Abberline)
Movie(s) in which your character appears: From Hell, Love Lies Bleeding, Jack The Ripper (1973/88).
Description of character: To put things bluntly, Inspector Frederick Abberline is the man entrusted with unravelling London's most disturbing and peculiar string of murders since time unknown: he is on The Ripper case. Distinguished easily by his sombre expression and brusque British accent, Abberline is a stoic and, it is said, amicable enough person with fair manners, unique methods of investigation and a high tolerance for gore, only flinching where others feel the need to vomit into their sleeves.
Having 'recovered' not so long ago from the death of both his wife and child during birth, Abberline tends to talk with sharper tones than what he used to, and has since withdrawn a little into himself, preferring the solitude and distraction of work to the harsh memories of the life he once had.
Whilst the Inspector remains on the force, this isn't to say that the man follows a rigid moral code; he regularly 'chases the dragon', as it were-a euphemism for the taking of opium, and the drinking of Absinthe. It is while submerged in these drug-induced hazes that the Inspector discovers his true 'talent': the ability to see things pertaining to the cases he works on. It is these 'guesses' which inevitably lend a hand to formerly cold cases and have earned him quite the reputation in London. Infact, he appears to be due for a promotion after just one more case.
RP Sample:
Christ, when was the last time I went here in the daylight?
Inspector Abberline stared almost dumbly at the battered but still surviving door of the apothecary, half-astonished that it still existed, half-astonished that it existed and that he was staring at it. The heels of his shoes hovered a little over the curbside as the Inspector surveyed the old building with a critical tilt of the head, dark eyes narrowed a touch as his pupils focussed on one small, paint-peeled panel of the old door to try and stifle the pounding headache he was feeling.
But he didn't enter. Turning and issuing a snort of derision at his own foolishness, the man slunk down the street...To only be driven back by the furiousness of his own body's needs. Casting a shifty glance amongst the filthy citizens of this slummy area, Fred gave one final grimace, swallowed his pride and ducked into the old, run-down shop.
The place, when his eyes adjusted to the gloom, was exactly as he remembered it; cramped and carrying the faint odour of mould, the array of glittering bottles and dust-coated boxes littered the small area in an unorganised mess beneath a light coating of filth, just as he had feared. It wasn't simply enough that he had to resort to buying such wares in these shops, but now he had to conspicuously hunt it out also? Scratching his jaw lightly, Abberline ran his hands over several bottles, subconsciously flinching with every clink of glass as his rummagings forced a prolonged search. By the time he had found it, the Inspector felt about ready to decapitate himself. The bottle wasn't marked he noticed as it was eased from it's position between two other similarly sized jars; the intense green colour of the Absinthe was enough to distinguish it anyway.
The Inspector's gaze remained politely glued to the woodgrain of the tabletop-come-counter for the entire transaction as he slid the coins across and nodded a stiff thanks. He needn't have bothered himself due to the 'keepers own lack of interest in whatever customer's bought, but nevertheless something in Abberline's mind felt that it was still a disgusting thing. Perhaps it had been something Victoria once said about-
Another flinch, another sharp memory, and suddenly the Inspector jerked back to life, seizing the Absinthe before padding wordlessly from the 'shop' and back into the gritty streets of London.
Skirting the more popular streets where he might be recognised, Frederick began the long walk home, but not without his headache forcing him to subtly uncork and lift the glass to his nose, it's contents mercifully obscured by his sleeve. He inhaled the scent of the drink deeply...
And felt himself fall into the old ways; so distant, yet so familiar...A tiny smile touched his lips for the fist time in weeks.
It felt really, really good.
RP Experience: A while on various sites with differing levels of RPing from short sentences to lengthier, more complex sorts-been writing as anything from pirates to wolves and all things inbetween! Oh yes, I also do a little fanfiction writing with a partner ^_^
Custom Title: Dragon-Chaser.
Quote: 'You're not going to see the twentieth century. '
Why you should get this character: The character of Abberline has remained one of my favourites for a long time-lingering at the back of my mind, I've always wanted to try my hand writing as him but had not yet found a reason to until now The emotional stress of the man put onto the most infamous murder case of the nineteenth century should be quite intriguing to show through in rp, I'm sure! Oh yes, I also have had a long running fascination in the Ripper case itself, which might prove useful if I am to do some more research for the roleplay ^^
How'd You Find Us?: The Edward Scissorhands board on IMDB.
Anything Else?: Other than that you've now been duly warned of my arrival...? >