Post by Paul Larck on Feb 15, 2009 1:23:50 GMT -5
Just Call Me: Cassian.
Been In The Business For: A year or two.
Also Known As: A nobody, apparently.
(Sorry if the image is large. :/)
Name: Paul Patrick Larck
Nickname(s): None, really.
DOB: Feb 17,1950
Gender: Male
Occupation: Retired custodian.
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Divorced
Family: Father: Mark Jacob Larck; Stepmother: Stephanie Lisa Meyers; Daughter: Anne Evelyn Larck
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White, tinges of previous sandy color.
Build: Paunchy, average shoulders, large chest, straight back.
Face Claim:
Richard R. Peffer
Likes:
Being alone
Painting
Smoking
Coffee shops
Hanging out with his daughter at home
Dislikes:
Carbohydrates
Arrogance
Being dependent on his daughter
Ex-wife
Ex-job
Arguing
Thinking that something just might be wrong with him.
Talents:
Crossword puzzles
Lecturing
Paints watercolor in a cubist style (he's not great at it, but he figure's any ol' 'square' can appreciate it)
Weaknesses:
He is lost without his daughter
Fears hurting his daughter
Fears dying without doing anything worthwhile
Guilt-ridden
Can be irrational
Can be violent
Anything Else?:
Appearance:
The first thing one would notice about Paul is that he's a man in his prime age. He actually appears younger than his 59 years; he's had a relatively easy life. Not a lot of frown lines on his male, it's mostly smile lines and the odd forehead or neck wrinkle. The odd skin sagging here and there if you really wanna be accurate about it. He's come to terms with his age however; not much anyone can do about time being a one-track thing. At least he's aged with a little dignity. So far he's avoided any nasty cliche like Depends (TM) or the ol' hip tweaking out of place.
Paul stands at a relatively average height of 5"9, and is has a fairly non-descrip look about him. He's a sallow-faced man with pale blue, hooded eyes and clean-cut white hair that has hints of what used to be a light sandy color. He often has a serious, if not a mildly complacent look about him - he hasn't been frivolous in life with his achievements, but he comes off as content. His face has a few harsh wrinkles and his skin has lost a marginal amount of elasticity - but he appears to be in good shape overall.
He dresses casually, with a penchant for button-down shirts and jeans. His prefers solid-color, classy wingtips on a seasonal day - but for everyday use is not restricted to dressing up. He is sometimes seen wearing plain black sneakers - y'know, the kind a janitor would use if he didn't want his nice shoes to be bleached.
In previous years he's been spotted in the halls of the hospital in a janitor's bodysuit, chatting casually to patients or doctors alike as he made his rounds during his day, afternoon, or night shift. Since his retirement he's appeared calmer and more well-mannered than usual - his daughter has chided away his dirty sense of humor and replaced it with one as dry as old turkey.
Personality:
Paul can be described as a man to hold his composure. You don't clean blood, bile, and excrement for over 30 years and get emotionally attached. It can be said that he's made a rule to stay focused on himself and his daughter, anything other than what he enjoys just isn't worth the turmoil. He's seen many people come and go in his lifetime - and within the last ten years his wife as well. No biggie, Paul tried never to get attached to her anyway; though it's clear he loves his daughter with all his heart. The only good thing that came out of that union, he often introspects.Though he tries to keep his cool most of the time he does often let go - and lately he's been on new meds to fix sudden bouts of depression.
He's had a heart attack before which changed his perspective on life some. He's getting old, he's come to terms with that finally. When you do the same thing day in and day out you want to hope to god you have the same spring in your step when you finish as when you started. Though he hasn't started out with a new leaf or anything (might as well try to flip around the whole tree than change around a man's lifestyle) he's simply washed away the burden of being a custodian. He moved in with his daughter who's moved back to town to stay. She's in university for nursing; something he admires. He's watched nurses for over 30 years - anything she can do to change someone's life he will support as if he were doing it himself.
He's not all sunflowers and poppy seeds however. He and his daughter fight a lot more than he is willing to admit, and butting heads lately over the fact that his independence has nothing to do with living with her. It's a bad situation for him, both financially (he's forking cash for her courses) and emotionally. It's no surprise lately he's begun to feel restless and ill. And that's just the beginning, seeing as he's been hiding crucial symptoms from her for the past decade.
History:
Paul was born and raised in New Jersey. His father Mark had met his stepmother while she was waitressing. It was a stereotypical romance from then on. Mark visited the coffee shop where she worked every day for two weeks. They smiled, they laughed. She loved his sense of humor, he was entranced by her blue eyes. Nothing changed when he brought his son to the coffee shop; in fact, she fell straight in love with Paul and later that year Mark had asked her to marry him.
Paul's childhood is riddled with sparse memories. He doesn't recall much and because of his pragmatic view on life would rather forget than remember most of it anyway. All of the lessons he's learned are ingrained - in short, who needs to remember the story if the theme can be filled in with other examples? He does however remember some pleasant times of him in the park with his father while he was still single (the age of 6), meeting the woman he would now call 'Mom', and the various lessons associated with school. He has no recollection of his father's divorce to his birthmom and no curiosity to find out about her.
His high school years were not something he is proud of. He remembers many bouts of violence during this time and counseling - something which contributed to his later diagnosis of depression. He was made famous for a week for beating up a random group of juniors for no apparent reason and was suspended until he spoke in the morning assembly a public apology. He remembers vividly that he had actually blushed at the assembly podium - something that caused him ridicule from the boys and sympathy from the girls.
He finished high school with average marks in everything but chemistry which he naturally excelled at. He didn't pursue college or university, instead preferring to jump from job to job as he moved around. He did this until his mid 20's before finally moving back to New Jersey - broke and nearly homeless. During this time he participated in the many activities of responsible people his age; got a job and enjoyed the occasional beer. There were no incidences of violence again from this point on.Well, besides a minor bar fight over a girl.
A girl he married 11 years later.
He was 36, a custodian at the Plainsboro Teaching hospital when he finally had the gall to propose. They had Anne by then, in grade 4, all living happily in a small apartment. He tried playing guitar, she tried singing. They laughed about it, they fought about it, Evelyn was constantly drawn in their arguments over and over about the minute, trivial details of life. And still, he proposed.
Even then he knew it was a foolish mistake. No one marries a girl after 11 years of being together without any previous mention of a union - not with her temper anyhow. She surprised him when she accepted, but the relationship quickly deteriorated from there. It lasted for a decade, but his daughter had antagonized his wife so that made the separation easier in the end. He moved to a smaller apartment after the wife took her things away - then began funneling money to Anne so she could continue her schooling. He didn't want the piss-poor career choice he had to affect his daughter. He wasn't much of a role-model, but she could make her own path if guided carefully.
That plan was escalated further when he had his heart attack at 59, prompting the daughter to take him in. He'd been feeling shaky lately and vaguely restless - and prescribed medicines to take carefully. Anne supported him emotionally even through his depression and he retired - forking the money over to his daughter in thanks for the room and board. She accepted it for her courses, but he still felt as if he were a burden to her.
Currently they've been in a serious fight, and he's taken to living on his own again. Eating carbs (he'd been gluten-free for the later part of his life by his wife's example.) and drinking. After he passed out from a diabetic shock he was taken to the hospital by a team and given an insulin shot.
He'd had diabetes and didn't even know. Being kept for the afternoon seems to have aggravated what used to be a niggling discomfort in his legs and his movements seem jerky and spastic. A few more meds to clear that up -- and he's started hemorrhaging.
Gosh, sounds like something a doctor can fix.
Role Play Sample:
Paul shook his head at Evelyn, taking a deep, shaky breath. He avoided eye contact, knowing that would only aggravate the situation. He wondered how she turned out so much like her mother - their flaring tempers rivaled each other.
"Dad, c'mon, it's not a big deal. We've already been here for a few weeks, just stop worrying. Your not a burden or anything! And seriously, David doesn't even mind you being here."
He felt his ears go red at the reference to Evelyn's boyfriend, knowing fully well she was using a cheap shot.
"It's not about David." he retaliated, studying the grooves in the tile floor underneath his feet, "It's about me. I don't feel right living here, keeping you down." he finally looked up at her and regretted it. She looked like she just sucked on a lemon, her mouth all pursed together like that - arms crossed across her chest defiantly. Okay, a different approach. "Look, David shouldn't HAVE to care. He should be able to waltz in here unannounced and be able to look in the fridge without asking me. He shouldn't have to sneak around your place while I'm here - you think that's got no affect on my self esteem? I feel like a paper weight." he concluded with a scowl, leaning back in his chair.
She gave a dramatic sigh and threw her hands in the air, turning her back from him. "Fine! I'm so sick arguing with you! Ever since you got here all you could think about it yourself, yourself, yourself. You sit alone, you make everyone unwelcome. You refuse to think that maybe having you here might make me happy!" Evelyn argued, her whole face turning red. She looked at him over her shoulder and frowned, muttering to herself as she climbed the stairs to her room: "Fat chance of that."
Unfortunately, she wasn't as quiet about it as she thought she was. Shattered, Paul followed her up the stairs but to his own room - to quietly pack his things.
Secret Words: [Blocked Out]
Been In The Business For: A year or two.
Also Known As: A nobody, apparently.
(Sorry if the image is large. :/)
Name: Paul Patrick Larck
Nickname(s): None, really.
DOB: Feb 17,1950
Gender: Male
Occupation: Retired custodian.
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Divorced
Family: Father: Mark Jacob Larck; Stepmother: Stephanie Lisa Meyers; Daughter: Anne Evelyn Larck
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White, tinges of previous sandy color.
Build: Paunchy, average shoulders, large chest, straight back.
Face Claim:
Richard R. Peffer
Likes:
Being alone
Painting
Smoking
Coffee shops
Hanging out with his daughter at home
Dislikes:
Carbohydrates
Arrogance
Being dependent on his daughter
Ex-wife
Ex-job
Arguing
Thinking that something just might be wrong with him.
Talents:
Crossword puzzles
Lecturing
Paints watercolor in a cubist style (he's not great at it, but he figure's any ol' 'square' can appreciate it)
Weaknesses:
He is lost without his daughter
Fears hurting his daughter
Fears dying without doing anything worthwhile
Guilt-ridden
Can be irrational
Can be violent
Anything Else?:
Appearance:
The first thing one would notice about Paul is that he's a man in his prime age. He actually appears younger than his 59 years; he's had a relatively easy life. Not a lot of frown lines on his male, it's mostly smile lines and the odd forehead or neck wrinkle. The odd skin sagging here and there if you really wanna be accurate about it. He's come to terms with his age however; not much anyone can do about time being a one-track thing. At least he's aged with a little dignity. So far he's avoided any nasty cliche like Depends (TM) or the ol' hip tweaking out of place.
Paul stands at a relatively average height of 5"9, and is has a fairly non-descrip look about him. He's a sallow-faced man with pale blue, hooded eyes and clean-cut white hair that has hints of what used to be a light sandy color. He often has a serious, if not a mildly complacent look about him - he hasn't been frivolous in life with his achievements, but he comes off as content. His face has a few harsh wrinkles and his skin has lost a marginal amount of elasticity - but he appears to be in good shape overall.
He dresses casually, with a penchant for button-down shirts and jeans. His prefers solid-color, classy wingtips on a seasonal day - but for everyday use is not restricted to dressing up. He is sometimes seen wearing plain black sneakers - y'know, the kind a janitor would use if he didn't want his nice shoes to be bleached.
In previous years he's been spotted in the halls of the hospital in a janitor's bodysuit, chatting casually to patients or doctors alike as he made his rounds during his day, afternoon, or night shift. Since his retirement he's appeared calmer and more well-mannered than usual - his daughter has chided away his dirty sense of humor and replaced it with one as dry as old turkey.
Personality:
Paul can be described as a man to hold his composure. You don't clean blood, bile, and excrement for over 30 years and get emotionally attached. It can be said that he's made a rule to stay focused on himself and his daughter, anything other than what he enjoys just isn't worth the turmoil. He's seen many people come and go in his lifetime - and within the last ten years his wife as well. No biggie, Paul tried never to get attached to her anyway; though it's clear he loves his daughter with all his heart. The only good thing that came out of that union, he often introspects.Though he tries to keep his cool most of the time he does often let go - and lately he's been on new meds to fix sudden bouts of depression.
He's had a heart attack before which changed his perspective on life some. He's getting old, he's come to terms with that finally. When you do the same thing day in and day out you want to hope to god you have the same spring in your step when you finish as when you started. Though he hasn't started out with a new leaf or anything (might as well try to flip around the whole tree than change around a man's lifestyle) he's simply washed away the burden of being a custodian. He moved in with his daughter who's moved back to town to stay. She's in university for nursing; something he admires. He's watched nurses for over 30 years - anything she can do to change someone's life he will support as if he were doing it himself.
He's not all sunflowers and poppy seeds however. He and his daughter fight a lot more than he is willing to admit, and butting heads lately over the fact that his independence has nothing to do with living with her. It's a bad situation for him, both financially (he's forking cash for her courses) and emotionally. It's no surprise lately he's begun to feel restless and ill. And that's just the beginning, seeing as he's been hiding crucial symptoms from her for the past decade.
History:
Paul was born and raised in New Jersey. His father Mark had met his stepmother while she was waitressing. It was a stereotypical romance from then on. Mark visited the coffee shop where she worked every day for two weeks. They smiled, they laughed. She loved his sense of humor, he was entranced by her blue eyes. Nothing changed when he brought his son to the coffee shop; in fact, she fell straight in love with Paul and later that year Mark had asked her to marry him.
Paul's childhood is riddled with sparse memories. He doesn't recall much and because of his pragmatic view on life would rather forget than remember most of it anyway. All of the lessons he's learned are ingrained - in short, who needs to remember the story if the theme can be filled in with other examples? He does however remember some pleasant times of him in the park with his father while he was still single (the age of 6), meeting the woman he would now call 'Mom', and the various lessons associated with school. He has no recollection of his father's divorce to his birthmom and no curiosity to find out about her.
His high school years were not something he is proud of. He remembers many bouts of violence during this time and counseling - something which contributed to his later diagnosis of depression. He was made famous for a week for beating up a random group of juniors for no apparent reason and was suspended until he spoke in the morning assembly a public apology. He remembers vividly that he had actually blushed at the assembly podium - something that caused him ridicule from the boys and sympathy from the girls.
He finished high school with average marks in everything but chemistry which he naturally excelled at. He didn't pursue college or university, instead preferring to jump from job to job as he moved around. He did this until his mid 20's before finally moving back to New Jersey - broke and nearly homeless. During this time he participated in the many activities of responsible people his age; got a job and enjoyed the occasional beer. There were no incidences of violence again from this point on.Well, besides a minor bar fight over a girl.
A girl he married 11 years later.
He was 36, a custodian at the Plainsboro Teaching hospital when he finally had the gall to propose. They had Anne by then, in grade 4, all living happily in a small apartment. He tried playing guitar, she tried singing. They laughed about it, they fought about it, Evelyn was constantly drawn in their arguments over and over about the minute, trivial details of life. And still, he proposed.
Even then he knew it was a foolish mistake. No one marries a girl after 11 years of being together without any previous mention of a union - not with her temper anyhow. She surprised him when she accepted, but the relationship quickly deteriorated from there. It lasted for a decade, but his daughter had antagonized his wife so that made the separation easier in the end. He moved to a smaller apartment after the wife took her things away - then began funneling money to Anne so she could continue her schooling. He didn't want the piss-poor career choice he had to affect his daughter. He wasn't much of a role-model, but she could make her own path if guided carefully.
That plan was escalated further when he had his heart attack at 59, prompting the daughter to take him in. He'd been feeling shaky lately and vaguely restless - and prescribed medicines to take carefully. Anne supported him emotionally even through his depression and he retired - forking the money over to his daughter in thanks for the room and board. She accepted it for her courses, but he still felt as if he were a burden to her.
Currently they've been in a serious fight, and he's taken to living on his own again. Eating carbs (he'd been gluten-free for the later part of his life by his wife's example.) and drinking. After he passed out from a diabetic shock he was taken to the hospital by a team and given an insulin shot.
He'd had diabetes and didn't even know. Being kept for the afternoon seems to have aggravated what used to be a niggling discomfort in his legs and his movements seem jerky and spastic. A few more meds to clear that up -- and he's started hemorrhaging.
Gosh, sounds like something a doctor can fix.
Role Play Sample:
Paul shook his head at Evelyn, taking a deep, shaky breath. He avoided eye contact, knowing that would only aggravate the situation. He wondered how she turned out so much like her mother - their flaring tempers rivaled each other.
"Dad, c'mon, it's not a big deal. We've already been here for a few weeks, just stop worrying. Your not a burden or anything! And seriously, David doesn't even mind you being here."
He felt his ears go red at the reference to Evelyn's boyfriend, knowing fully well she was using a cheap shot.
"It's not about David." he retaliated, studying the grooves in the tile floor underneath his feet, "It's about me. I don't feel right living here, keeping you down." he finally looked up at her and regretted it. She looked like she just sucked on a lemon, her mouth all pursed together like that - arms crossed across her chest defiantly. Okay, a different approach. "Look, David shouldn't HAVE to care. He should be able to waltz in here unannounced and be able to look in the fridge without asking me. He shouldn't have to sneak around your place while I'm here - you think that's got no affect on my self esteem? I feel like a paper weight." he concluded with a scowl, leaning back in his chair.
She gave a dramatic sigh and threw her hands in the air, turning her back from him. "Fine! I'm so sick arguing with you! Ever since you got here all you could think about it yourself, yourself, yourself. You sit alone, you make everyone unwelcome. You refuse to think that maybe having you here might make me happy!" Evelyn argued, her whole face turning red. She looked at him over her shoulder and frowned, muttering to herself as she climbed the stairs to her room: "Fat chance of that."
Unfortunately, she wasn't as quiet about it as she thought she was. Shattered, Paul followed her up the stairs but to his own room - to quietly pack his things.
Secret Words: [Blocked Out]
