Post by Barclay Stewart on Aug 13, 2012 17:39:37 GMT -5
Barclay Stewart
FULL NAME HERE Barclay Stewart
NICKNAMES Beam Me Up Scotty, Highlander, Clay, Scotty Doesn't Know
GENDER Penis
AGE 19
GRADE Senior Year
ETHNICITY British. Scottish to be exact.
SPECIALTY
The Cleaning/Maintenance/Building of Firearms
He also knows quite a bit about maneuvering around the land without destroying it. Geography, Navigation, Survival
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES
- Cigarettes. They're his drug of choice. If there is going to be any way he's going to die, it will be because of these buggers and not anything else.
- Haggis. He loves his country's native food. In all honesty, he misses it alot. His mother used to make it for him.
- Scottish folklore. He loves reading up on Scottish/Celtic/Gaelic folklore. He grew up on these as fairy tales when he was younger, so he feels like they are a part of him.
- Fighting. He gets a thrill out of a good fight. He starts bar fights for fun.
- Whiskey. He doesn't like just plain beer, but he'll be damned if he doesn't drink just as much in whiskey.
- The sound of Bagpipes
- Nessie folklore fascinates him, even though he hates the creature itself.
- French people amuse him.
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES
- Nessie. The creature is not as friendly as it seems.
- English people. They are not friendly nor are they helpful. He learned this when his parents first abandoned him in England.
- His parents. They abandoned him in various places when he was younger. He would always find his way back, or sooner or later they'd have the cops out to find him. Strange people, they were.
- Forest fires. He's terrified of them.
- Loud annoying people. Some people need to learn to talk a little slower and calm down to enjoy the world.
- People dissing him or anyone around him. Though, he'll just use it as an excuse to fight.
- Bottles being smashed over his head. Waste of perfectly good liquor.
FEARS
- Getting eaten by The Loch Ness Monster. It's a fear from his childhood.
- Getting caught in a forest fire. He was almost caught in one when he was a wee lad, so now he only likes controlled fires.
- Hurting someone he loves. He does not want his lover to get hurt by him. He's more of a drunk than he'll admit.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES
- He has very large eyebrows. Not nearly as bad as Arthur's, but still pretty bad.
- 'e talks with a very distinct accent. Nae a person cannae know what 'e's talkin' about unless they listen closely.
- He has a tattoo of a Thistle on his shoulder. It was Scotland's national flower. He got it just before he left, to remind him of home.
- He chain smokes really bad. He has every since he was young.
- He sometimes wears a kilt to class. He's not sure how the dress code feels about that.
- He is damn good at playing the bagpipes.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Barclay usually comes off as a ladies man. He won't hesitate to stroll up beside some pretty little thing, put his hand on the wall beside her, and flirt. He won't actually ever hit on anyone underage, of course, but he might off-handedly compliment them. He does hit on a few men, but it's rare. (He doesn't want to be seen as a fag.)
He considers himself trisexual. (Meaning he will try anything sexual.)
He is pretty obnoxious as far as most people are concerned. He is fairly loud when he's trying to be annoying or trying to make a point. And he's also very blunt. He will not hesitate to tell someone what he thinks of them.
He quite enjoys the thrill of a fight. He's not a big fan of sports in general, but he loves him a good fight. He'll purposefully start bar fights for his own amusement. He thinks they're funny.
He drinks alot. He knows he's really not supposed to in high school, but he loves whiskey and can't help but stop and get a glass when he can.
He's actually a very angry drunk. He ends up coming off as angry most of the time, because he drinks alot. When (if) he's sober, he'll tell you that he never gets drunk. Don't let him fool you.
Barclay is incredibly perverted. He doesn't hesitate to show it either. He's almost always making blunt remarks about sex or making some reference to something.
He's very good with the land around him. Having spent most of his time alone and camping for different parts of his life, he's very good at figuring out where society is, how to find water, looking for landmarks, etc.
He learned to assemble weaponry from friends, mostly. He learned how to make bow and arrows from rocks and sticks as his first set, to ward off animals and fetch food for himself. He picked up other skills along the way. ( i.e. adding gunpowder into equasions and making grenades. Gun assembly was something he learned at home.)
Barclay was getting bored. Everyone was always busy when he was free. He put out his cigarette in frustration. Finally, he rolled off his bed and slipped on his boots. Maybe he could catch some girls at the local bar. Hey, he could maybe even get laid tonight.
He strolled out the door, checking his outfit to make sure he looked snazzy along the way, and walked down the street.
Thankfully, he didn't live too far away from his favorite pub. He walked with pride the entire way down, lighting up another cigarette on the way. These things'll kill me one day. He thought idly to himself. Ah well. Could be worse. Could be pot.
He wandered into the pub with all the pride he'd had going down the street, swinging open the door with grace, and walking in to take a seat at the bar. "'ey. Just a whiskey fer meh, thanks." He grinned.
When the Scotsman was given his drink, he sipped at it idly while looking around the bar. He saw a few women (and men) that looked pretty good, but not what he came here for. Finally his eyes settled on a pretty little thing in the corner by herself. He picked up his glass and walked over her way. "Hey there lassie. Mind if A sit 'ere?" He motioned to the seat next to her.
He strolled out the door, checking his outfit to make sure he looked snazzy along the way, and walked down the street.
Thankfully, he didn't live too far away from his favorite pub. He walked with pride the entire way down, lighting up another cigarette on the way. These things'll kill me one day. He thought idly to himself. Ah well. Could be worse. Could be pot.
He wandered into the pub with all the pride he'd had going down the street, swinging open the door with grace, and walking in to take a seat at the bar. "'ey. Just a whiskey fer meh, thanks." He grinned.
When the Scotsman was given his drink, he sipped at it idly while looking around the bar. He saw a few women (and men) that looked pretty good, but not what he came here for. Finally his eyes settled on a pretty little thing in the corner by herself. He picked up his glass and walked over her way. "Hey there lassie. Mind if A sit 'ere?" He motioned to the seat next to her.
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