Mort Rainey

[Mort Rainey]

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Character Description:

Mort is a disorganized man who is going through a very rough time with his divorce. He's got his kinks here and there, like most of us, well maybe not most of us. He's lazy and sleeps a large chunk of the day away on his beloved couch, only to wake up to a laptop with what he calls "bad writing". Not overly fond of the outside, he only goes out to get necesary things like food and a pack of Palmals. He's usually on his couch in a housecoat and dresses in comfy baggy clothes not really caring if he looks right or not. Many times he's just tugged a beannie on his head, hair in tangles, stepping out the door just like that. Mort's been alone ever since he cuaght his wife sleeping with another man, nothing but his dog Chico to keep him company in a secluded cabin in the woods. His deshevled apperence, acompanied by a dobuios sanity, only worsens when a tall hard faced man with a southern drawl acosts him after acusing him of plagerism, having been cuaght for that before Mort ignores him hoping it'll go away, but Shooter never does, only digging Mort a deeper grave by killng his dog and two people. He's hostile towards Ted and Amy, Ted more than Amy, figetting and giving out snide comments. He's procrastinating on his devorce not wanting to face the two and how Amy betrayed him. The events whizzing around Mort drive him crazier still until he ends up murdering his wife and her boyfriend under Shooter's control. That leave him calm and organized, his creative juices begin to flow agian.

RP Sample:

The starts where out luaghing at him almost, each twinkle seemed like an ocean of searing mockery. Shooter had quieted down a couple of weeks after Amy and Ted went missing. He hoped she was alright and just took off on some vacation to Italy but, he knew that wasn't true. The starts were laughing at him becuase they saw what a lonely loser he was. "You won't get a lover if you're still obsessing over her and that prick, mate. Hell you couldn't even get laid in your curent state" a rough scrachy voice in the back of his head half mocked half advised him. The voice didn't sound anything like Mort. Sitting up and lighting another ciggarette, he took a drag and kicked the dirt. "I don't want just a lover, I want someone who will wake up to only ME in the morning or middle of the night." His ass was getting a splinter in his left cheek, the porch was a little uncomfy now. He blew a ghostly plume of smoke with out noticing his response to the new voice, he jumped back to his thoughts on Amy. "Oh, who the fuck am I kinding she's probably dead." his saddened eyes that envisioned her dead in the dirt, rotting and covered in blood, widend in horror. Tremors shook his thining frame, tugging his knees to his forhead a small whimper escaping his lips. "Oh fuck what if Ted killed her. Fuck I'm going inside." he chucked his cigg into a rusty can filled with rain water, blotted through the door and locked it. Huddling in the corner of his couch he rocked back and forth, forcing himself to not cry. A puppy crawled to him licking his hand, the look of unconditional love beaming from her eyes. Picking her up she wagged her poofy tail he made himself comfy in the wellworn couch hugging the yorky mixbread to his tummy. Half asleep he cuddled up letting out a bearly audiable "Night night Pie, daddy's alright".

RP Experience: Beginner
Quote: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on the verge of doing Snoopy dances
Custom Title: scribbling couch patatoe
Why Did You Choose This Character?:

Becuase i know what its like to love your couch and he's just so fun to rp, all insane and figgety

How'd You Find Us?: livejournal some depp slash fanfic comunity
Additional Comments:

I really do sleep on my couch in a housecoat/robe... creepy i know...