Post by Dutch on Jan 3, 2010 22:45:38 GMT -5
Name: Earledutch “Dutch” Sampson V
Age: 34 (With 6 years Cryosleep)
Secret Word: Sent
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Race: Human
Human Physical Description:
Dutch stands at five feet, ten inches tall. His eyes are a slate gray with a tinge of orange around his pupils, but this is seen best in the sunlight. His skin has gotten decently tanned since his arrival on Pandora- something he doesn’t complain about. His body is well toned, each muscle clearly defined under his skin. Dutch wears his hair short, never really doing anything with it though, he prefers to just leave it be- but if it gets too messy, he’ll comb it forward with his hand.
Clothing wise Dutch keeps things casual. Denim jeans are a mainstay with him, a thick black leather belt accompanying them to both keep his pants on, and look good while doing it. When just around the base he’ll wear skin tight A-shirt for comfort. When he goes outside the compound though he puts on his trusted and old leather jacket, a gift from his uncle as a teen and his most treasured item.
He has almost a sixth sense for trouble, his years as a cop in Chicago giving him this. One way to tell if he senses something is that his left eyebrow slightly cocks up. Another way to tell is if he’s suddenly telling you to run your ass off and not to look back. When not out doing his job as bodyguard to the avatars, he is always in one of three places. The first would be a mock weight room he has set up, his father’s advice to constantly work at staying in shape still ringing true today. The second would be the mess, Dutch seems to be able to eat superhuman amounts of food in one sitting, though his naturally given high metabolism allows him to stay cut. The final place is his bunk, though he only ever really sleeps there and nothing more.
Avatar Physical Description:
Physically Dutch’s avatar resembles him greatly, the nose more human than Na’vi and his eye’s grayness dulls the gold of them. The hair of his avatar is kept shorter, with the queue easily spotted as it hangs. The shape of his avatar’s hair even resembles his human hair.
Clothing wise his avatar is clad in custom fit cargo pants that are a light tan in color. He doesn’t wear anything on his holster except for a black harness where ammo and other emergency gear are located. Large black combat boots custom made to fit his avatar are his footwear of choice. When going out of the compound, Dutch carries a rifle and a large combat knife whose scabbard sits on the small of his back connected to his belt.
Personality:
Dutch is usually a pretty relaxed person in general. Never takes much serious, and a sarcastic comment is never far off. When it comes to others, Dutch is the type to either adore you, or detest you- either way, you’ll know. He enjoys the company of others, and dislikes being alone. Dutch is quick to make friends and enemies alike, and if befriended, you won’t find a more loyal ally. He’ll never betray or turn his back on anyone, and is a natural defender which makes his job all the easier.
He has a keen sense of duty that has stuck with him over the years, Dutch is not one to abandon a cause he feels for. However, this doesn’t always work, as it takes two to stick together. Around women, Dutch can be a bit of a flirt- but just out of nature. Hidden behind his smile and signature wink is a web of doubt and despair that only those that knew him before his time on Pandora would understand.
When it comes to the Na’vi, Dutch can be best described as fascinated by them. He finds the people elegant and beautiful, though will keep that thought to himself. He tries to be friendly if encountering them, but his inability to speak their language can lead to some awkward situations. Dutch doesn’t support the industrialization of Pandora, and is in awe of the flora and fauna of the world. Despite the predatory natures of the animals that live on Pandora, Dutch would never kill one unless absolutely needed, he doesn’t want to put the Na’vi on edge any more than they are.
Dutch can be easily sent off unfortunately, any kind of disrespect without reason ticks him off, and foolish people he has no patience for. Dutch has a personal belief that everyone should be free to believe and feel as they want without criticism, as long as they don’t try to push their beliefs on him.
Talents:
Close Quarters Combat: Dutch is a masterful fighter with just his body, his years of training and working as a police officer has allowed him to become skilled in disarming and disabling foes. His fighting style can best be described as opportunistic, playing the defensive until he sees an opening, and when he strikes, it is fast and efficient, no fluff needed.
Gunslinger: Thanks to his years on the force, Dutch is a very good shot with a variety of weapons. Pistols, shotguns, rifles of all sorts feel as natural in his palm as any body part. Along with being a good shot, he is well learned in maintaining his gear, one to clean and inspect his weapons at least every other day if not every day.
History:
Earledutch Samspon V was born thirty-four years ago to Earl and Leila Samspon in Chicago, Illinois. The fifth man in his family to carry the traditional Scottish name, he was always less than fond of it. Thus going by "Dutch" instead of Earl. If called Earl, he will always reply with "Earl's my dad.". His family was far from poor, but would best be described as middle class. He never went wanting, but was taught to be grateful for everything he did have. Earl's father served in the army for most of his life until he retired to start a family. His mother was a nurse who worked at the local children's hospital.
He has one younger brother, named Al, who to this day, remains as one of Dutch's best friends. Al is a few years younger, but even then, has gotten taller than his brother- something Dutch doesn't care to talk about. His only other family he rarely gets to see, and that would be his Dad's sister, Julia. She has gotten very rich in her time, a lawsuit from her late husbands early demise coupled with some smart investing has allowed her to live very, very comfortably. Dutch and Julia were always close, her being his godmother even.
Dutch was never the best in school, high C's and a few low B's, it wasn't that he was stupid- just simply bored. Homework and the like never caught his interest, and despite his parents distress, he still never tried to hard. When it came to hockey however, Dutch was all in. His father had him join a league just before his tenth birthday, and his son proved to be a natural on ice. To Earl's delight, and Leila's horror, Dutch proved to even be able to handle himself whenever a fight broke out.
Hockey would continue to be a big part of Dutch's life, even in high school. His trend of average grades and scholastic laziness continued, Dutch being more of a social butterfly than anything. Around his third year he started dating a girl named Lily. Her jet black hair and deep blue eyes just captivated him, not to mention her care-free attitude. Dutch and Lily would remain together all throughout high school. As they started college, Lily went to DePaul in the city, while Dutch chose to follow a similiar path as his father, and sign up for criminal justice and apply to the police academy.
Once he was accepted a year later, he proposed to Lily, and the two got married even though they were young. The ceremony was a small one at the church they both attended, just the family was there. To Dutch's delight though, Lily's parents gave them the keys to a small townhouse just outside of the downtown area as a wedding gift. The home was a little old, but in surprisingly good condition considering. It wasn't long before that gift became their home, and Dutch was in love.
At first, after he was hired to work for Chicago's finest, he got a lot of crap for being the rookie- but after a couple months he became apart of the fraternity of police. Dutch proved to be a tenacious cop indeed, he has never lost track of a criminal when chasing them, and has yet to have someone he put behind bars get out. He was decorated as a shining example of the boys in blue, and was always there for anyone on the force. Around the time he turned 23 Lily and him received a great gift- Lily was pregnant.
Dutch was very excited to be a dad, his own father a huge inspiration for how he wanted to raise his child. But as fate would have it, only a few months into her pregnancy, Lilly had a miscarriage. The two would-be parents were shaken to the core by this tragedy, Dutch tore down the nursery they had started to finish in pain. Two months after the miscarriage, life proved that when it rains, it pours. One evening when Dutch came home after his shift, he had found Lilly on their bed, long dead from swallowing pills.
One could say that Dutch went through a time of insanity after that, he refused any offer of leave from his captain, and after he almost beat a perk to death, a leave was forced on him. For weeks Dutch did nothing but drink and smoke, never showering, barely eating or sleeping, he was a mess. Luckily for him, his family didn't leave him to drown.
His aunt, the investor, offered him a job. A team was destined to go back to Pandora after years of being gone, and they needed security personnel. Dutch's years as a police officer and naturally protective instincts could prove to be invaluable to such a team. Julia urged her godson and nephew to go, she knew that the time away from Earth could heal his wounds. After a couple days, he agreed. And so he traveled to the city where the team was being compiled, trained and educated with Pandoran knowledge, and even given the chance to have his own avatar thanks to a multi-million dollar donation Julia gave the company.
The next six years of his life would be uneventful naturally, the trip to Pandora wasn't exactly just around the corner. They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep, but Dutch didn't notice, he was out like a light. When awoken, he was covered in his own cold sweat. He couldn't believe his eyes when he peered out a window to see the glory that was Pandora. The setup went smoothly for Dutch, he helped out everywhere and anywhere he could, anything to stay busy. The natives perplexed him, especially when walking among them as an avatar. Despite his role as security, he has found himself roaming among the forests just outside of the compound just to experience the nature around it.
RP Sample:
Like any other day, Dutch parked his cruiser in the small space next to his townhouse. The sounds of the city pervaded everything as usual, car horns and sirens, people shouting and music playing- the sounds of Chicago he was so used to. He got out of the cruiser and placed his hand on his gun holster per habit and looked around. It was springtime, and the flowers had just begun to bloom. Next door the rotund bottom of is neighbor wagged to the tune of his ancient boom box. Dutch grinned and walked over to the fence that separated the two tiny yards.
"Well Marv, those petunias are gonna look great when they bloom."
Said Dutch, his grin only widened as the large man shifted to reveal his damp balding brow and whispy white hair. The older man smiled warmly back at the young cop and waddled over to him. His khaki pants were covered with dirt on the knees, and his brown sweater vest was stretched over a corpulent gut. Marv reached forward to shake Dutch's hand and offered a wink.
"Officer Sampson, it's good to see ya son. And yeah, Maggie's garden always turns out best if we start around this time..."
Dutch nodded in agreement and turned his gaze up to the windows in his home. Usually Lilly would come to the window to wave at him as he pulled up, but since the miscarriage, her visits got less and less common. He sighed and looked back at Marv, the old man's jovial face frowned slightly and he nodded once at Dutch.
"Go to her son, we can discuss dainties another time."
Another handshake and a clap on the shoulder was their farewell, and Dutch jogged up the concrete steps up to his front door. His welcome mat felt spongy under his boots as he fiddled with his keys for a minute until the pass allowed the door to open. His boots clopped onto the hardwood floor of the hall as Dutch closed the door, a quick holler of Lilly's name came from him. When she didn't answer like usually, he began to move about the first floor looking for her. After he was certain she wasn't down stairs he ascended the stairs to the second floor, he thought she was just in the shower or taking a nap.
He couldn't be more wrong. The minute he turned into the bedroom ice shot through his veins. Dutch stood rooted in the doorway at the sight. Sprawled out on the bed like she was sleeping lay Lilly in her favorite sundress, an open bottle of painkillers lay on the bed next to her along with an open and spilled bottle of vodka.
"NO!"
Dutch growled as he ran forward, his hand instantly went to the radio clipped on his belt. Panic gripped his belly as he picked up the pill bottle and looked at it. It had started with two hundred pills, and now, the bottle was empty. He whipped the bottle across the room and wrapped his free arm around his wife's slight body and pulled her close. His thumb hit the transmit button on his radio and he growled as the words struggled to slip from his chest.
"Guh- This is Officer Sampson, I need an ambulance at five-twenty-two North 77th street- I have a twenty three year old caucasian female who's swallowed all of her pain-killers. Please hurry!"
Gasped the husband, tears now beginning to leak from his scrunched eyes. Don't do this Lilly, don't leave me like this... His panicked mind though, his blood ran hot and sweat began to mix with tears as it beaded down his face. In the distance, those sirens he was so used to got louder and louder....
Age: 34 (With 6 years Cryosleep)
Secret Word: Sent
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Race: Human
Human Physical Description:
Dutch stands at five feet, ten inches tall. His eyes are a slate gray with a tinge of orange around his pupils, but this is seen best in the sunlight. His skin has gotten decently tanned since his arrival on Pandora- something he doesn’t complain about. His body is well toned, each muscle clearly defined under his skin. Dutch wears his hair short, never really doing anything with it though, he prefers to just leave it be- but if it gets too messy, he’ll comb it forward with his hand.
Clothing wise Dutch keeps things casual. Denim jeans are a mainstay with him, a thick black leather belt accompanying them to both keep his pants on, and look good while doing it. When just around the base he’ll wear skin tight A-shirt for comfort. When he goes outside the compound though he puts on his trusted and old leather jacket, a gift from his uncle as a teen and his most treasured item.
He has almost a sixth sense for trouble, his years as a cop in Chicago giving him this. One way to tell if he senses something is that his left eyebrow slightly cocks up. Another way to tell is if he’s suddenly telling you to run your ass off and not to look back. When not out doing his job as bodyguard to the avatars, he is always in one of three places. The first would be a mock weight room he has set up, his father’s advice to constantly work at staying in shape still ringing true today. The second would be the mess, Dutch seems to be able to eat superhuman amounts of food in one sitting, though his naturally given high metabolism allows him to stay cut. The final place is his bunk, though he only ever really sleeps there and nothing more.
Avatar Physical Description:
Physically Dutch’s avatar resembles him greatly, the nose more human than Na’vi and his eye’s grayness dulls the gold of them. The hair of his avatar is kept shorter, with the queue easily spotted as it hangs. The shape of his avatar’s hair even resembles his human hair.
Clothing wise his avatar is clad in custom fit cargo pants that are a light tan in color. He doesn’t wear anything on his holster except for a black harness where ammo and other emergency gear are located. Large black combat boots custom made to fit his avatar are his footwear of choice. When going out of the compound, Dutch carries a rifle and a large combat knife whose scabbard sits on the small of his back connected to his belt.
Personality:
Dutch is usually a pretty relaxed person in general. Never takes much serious, and a sarcastic comment is never far off. When it comes to others, Dutch is the type to either adore you, or detest you- either way, you’ll know. He enjoys the company of others, and dislikes being alone. Dutch is quick to make friends and enemies alike, and if befriended, you won’t find a more loyal ally. He’ll never betray or turn his back on anyone, and is a natural defender which makes his job all the easier.
He has a keen sense of duty that has stuck with him over the years, Dutch is not one to abandon a cause he feels for. However, this doesn’t always work, as it takes two to stick together. Around women, Dutch can be a bit of a flirt- but just out of nature. Hidden behind his smile and signature wink is a web of doubt and despair that only those that knew him before his time on Pandora would understand.
When it comes to the Na’vi, Dutch can be best described as fascinated by them. He finds the people elegant and beautiful, though will keep that thought to himself. He tries to be friendly if encountering them, but his inability to speak their language can lead to some awkward situations. Dutch doesn’t support the industrialization of Pandora, and is in awe of the flora and fauna of the world. Despite the predatory natures of the animals that live on Pandora, Dutch would never kill one unless absolutely needed, he doesn’t want to put the Na’vi on edge any more than they are.
Dutch can be easily sent off unfortunately, any kind of disrespect without reason ticks him off, and foolish people he has no patience for. Dutch has a personal belief that everyone should be free to believe and feel as they want without criticism, as long as they don’t try to push their beliefs on him.
Talents:
Close Quarters Combat: Dutch is a masterful fighter with just his body, his years of training and working as a police officer has allowed him to become skilled in disarming and disabling foes. His fighting style can best be described as opportunistic, playing the defensive until he sees an opening, and when he strikes, it is fast and efficient, no fluff needed.
Gunslinger: Thanks to his years on the force, Dutch is a very good shot with a variety of weapons. Pistols, shotguns, rifles of all sorts feel as natural in his palm as any body part. Along with being a good shot, he is well learned in maintaining his gear, one to clean and inspect his weapons at least every other day if not every day.
History:
Earledutch Samspon V was born thirty-four years ago to Earl and Leila Samspon in Chicago, Illinois. The fifth man in his family to carry the traditional Scottish name, he was always less than fond of it. Thus going by "Dutch" instead of Earl. If called Earl, he will always reply with "Earl's my dad.". His family was far from poor, but would best be described as middle class. He never went wanting, but was taught to be grateful for everything he did have. Earl's father served in the army for most of his life until he retired to start a family. His mother was a nurse who worked at the local children's hospital.
He has one younger brother, named Al, who to this day, remains as one of Dutch's best friends. Al is a few years younger, but even then, has gotten taller than his brother- something Dutch doesn't care to talk about. His only other family he rarely gets to see, and that would be his Dad's sister, Julia. She has gotten very rich in her time, a lawsuit from her late husbands early demise coupled with some smart investing has allowed her to live very, very comfortably. Dutch and Julia were always close, her being his godmother even.
Dutch was never the best in school, high C's and a few low B's, it wasn't that he was stupid- just simply bored. Homework and the like never caught his interest, and despite his parents distress, he still never tried to hard. When it came to hockey however, Dutch was all in. His father had him join a league just before his tenth birthday, and his son proved to be a natural on ice. To Earl's delight, and Leila's horror, Dutch proved to even be able to handle himself whenever a fight broke out.
Hockey would continue to be a big part of Dutch's life, even in high school. His trend of average grades and scholastic laziness continued, Dutch being more of a social butterfly than anything. Around his third year he started dating a girl named Lily. Her jet black hair and deep blue eyes just captivated him, not to mention her care-free attitude. Dutch and Lily would remain together all throughout high school. As they started college, Lily went to DePaul in the city, while Dutch chose to follow a similiar path as his father, and sign up for criminal justice and apply to the police academy.
Once he was accepted a year later, he proposed to Lily, and the two got married even though they were young. The ceremony was a small one at the church they both attended, just the family was there. To Dutch's delight though, Lily's parents gave them the keys to a small townhouse just outside of the downtown area as a wedding gift. The home was a little old, but in surprisingly good condition considering. It wasn't long before that gift became their home, and Dutch was in love.
At first, after he was hired to work for Chicago's finest, he got a lot of crap for being the rookie- but after a couple months he became apart of the fraternity of police. Dutch proved to be a tenacious cop indeed, he has never lost track of a criminal when chasing them, and has yet to have someone he put behind bars get out. He was decorated as a shining example of the boys in blue, and was always there for anyone on the force. Around the time he turned 23 Lily and him received a great gift- Lily was pregnant.
Dutch was very excited to be a dad, his own father a huge inspiration for how he wanted to raise his child. But as fate would have it, only a few months into her pregnancy, Lilly had a miscarriage. The two would-be parents were shaken to the core by this tragedy, Dutch tore down the nursery they had started to finish in pain. Two months after the miscarriage, life proved that when it rains, it pours. One evening when Dutch came home after his shift, he had found Lilly on their bed, long dead from swallowing pills.
One could say that Dutch went through a time of insanity after that, he refused any offer of leave from his captain, and after he almost beat a perk to death, a leave was forced on him. For weeks Dutch did nothing but drink and smoke, never showering, barely eating or sleeping, he was a mess. Luckily for him, his family didn't leave him to drown.
His aunt, the investor, offered him a job. A team was destined to go back to Pandora after years of being gone, and they needed security personnel. Dutch's years as a police officer and naturally protective instincts could prove to be invaluable to such a team. Julia urged her godson and nephew to go, she knew that the time away from Earth could heal his wounds. After a couple days, he agreed. And so he traveled to the city where the team was being compiled, trained and educated with Pandoran knowledge, and even given the chance to have his own avatar thanks to a multi-million dollar donation Julia gave the company.
The next six years of his life would be uneventful naturally, the trip to Pandora wasn't exactly just around the corner. They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep, but Dutch didn't notice, he was out like a light. When awoken, he was covered in his own cold sweat. He couldn't believe his eyes when he peered out a window to see the glory that was Pandora. The setup went smoothly for Dutch, he helped out everywhere and anywhere he could, anything to stay busy. The natives perplexed him, especially when walking among them as an avatar. Despite his role as security, he has found himself roaming among the forests just outside of the compound just to experience the nature around it.
RP Sample:
Like any other day, Dutch parked his cruiser in the small space next to his townhouse. The sounds of the city pervaded everything as usual, car horns and sirens, people shouting and music playing- the sounds of Chicago he was so used to. He got out of the cruiser and placed his hand on his gun holster per habit and looked around. It was springtime, and the flowers had just begun to bloom. Next door the rotund bottom of is neighbor wagged to the tune of his ancient boom box. Dutch grinned and walked over to the fence that separated the two tiny yards.
"Well Marv, those petunias are gonna look great when they bloom."
Said Dutch, his grin only widened as the large man shifted to reveal his damp balding brow and whispy white hair. The older man smiled warmly back at the young cop and waddled over to him. His khaki pants were covered with dirt on the knees, and his brown sweater vest was stretched over a corpulent gut. Marv reached forward to shake Dutch's hand and offered a wink.
"Officer Sampson, it's good to see ya son. And yeah, Maggie's garden always turns out best if we start around this time..."
Dutch nodded in agreement and turned his gaze up to the windows in his home. Usually Lilly would come to the window to wave at him as he pulled up, but since the miscarriage, her visits got less and less common. He sighed and looked back at Marv, the old man's jovial face frowned slightly and he nodded once at Dutch.
"Go to her son, we can discuss dainties another time."
Another handshake and a clap on the shoulder was their farewell, and Dutch jogged up the concrete steps up to his front door. His welcome mat felt spongy under his boots as he fiddled with his keys for a minute until the pass allowed the door to open. His boots clopped onto the hardwood floor of the hall as Dutch closed the door, a quick holler of Lilly's name came from him. When she didn't answer like usually, he began to move about the first floor looking for her. After he was certain she wasn't down stairs he ascended the stairs to the second floor, he thought she was just in the shower or taking a nap.
He couldn't be more wrong. The minute he turned into the bedroom ice shot through his veins. Dutch stood rooted in the doorway at the sight. Sprawled out on the bed like she was sleeping lay Lilly in her favorite sundress, an open bottle of painkillers lay on the bed next to her along with an open and spilled bottle of vodka.
"NO!"
Dutch growled as he ran forward, his hand instantly went to the radio clipped on his belt. Panic gripped his belly as he picked up the pill bottle and looked at it. It had started with two hundred pills, and now, the bottle was empty. He whipped the bottle across the room and wrapped his free arm around his wife's slight body and pulled her close. His thumb hit the transmit button on his radio and he growled as the words struggled to slip from his chest.
"Guh- This is Officer Sampson, I need an ambulance at five-twenty-two North 77th street- I have a twenty three year old caucasian female who's swallowed all of her pain-killers. Please hurry!"
Gasped the husband, tears now beginning to leak from his scrunched eyes. Don't do this Lilly, don't leave me like this... His panicked mind though, his blood ran hot and sweat began to mix with tears as it beaded down his face. In the distance, those sirens he was so used to got louder and louder....
