Post by Luke St. James on Mar 24, 2009 13:44:17 GMT -5
Full Name: Lucas Edmund St. James
Nickname(s): Luke
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 3
Age: 28
Good or Evil?: Good
Family:
Parents: Edmund and Joanne St. James
Siblings: Sister, Claire (18).
Occupation: GJ Agent
Hair: Curly, brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
General Appearance:
Personality:
Luke is a quiet young man, friendly, but used to keeping secrets. He’s been an official GJ Agent for three years, but is posing as a Master’s Student at Duketon to help train younger agents. His voice is soft, but commanding and Luke attracts plenty of attention. He’s good looking, but not cocky, but rather good-natured and self-deprecating. Savvy, but not necessarily book smart, Luke trains future agents in hand-to-hand combat and weaponry.
History:
Luke was the son of two Global Justice Agents, used to travelling the world and living in foreign countries. His parents were often separated because of their jobs and he felt obligated to help raise his baby sister. In actuality, Luke’s parents weren’t divorced. His father, Edmund, continued to work for Global Justice’s Intelligence Department and, though his wife retired from service and entered the US Air Force under a government-created pseudonym upon the birth of their second child. Both Edmund and Joanne refused to put their children in harm’s way. Luke saw his dad on holidays and his mother during the school year. It was hard sometimes and Luke and his sister Claire were uprooted a lot, but Luke never doubted that his family loved each other. Christmases with Dad, though were slightly sad affairs because Edmund still loved Joanne and his kids deeply. But, as time went on, things continued to be rocky between father and son because Luke’s father wanted him to follow in his footsteps and work in the sciences, but Luke just wasn’t that interested. He tried, but he would always botch experiments. Furthermore, Luke was a bit of a bad boy at school. He caused mild disruptions, but nothing serious. Each time his family moved, Luke created a new persona. The skater. The poet. The prep. The jock. He had fun experimenting and became a master of disguise.
At his last high school. Luke played running back on the football team and they went to State. Though they lost the playoff game, a GJ Talent Scout saw him and convinced Global Justice not to write off Edmund St. James’ son just yet. They accepted Luke on a full ride scholarship into their “Liberal Arts” program—which was code for “Field Agent Program”.
Luke has been a legitimate agent for three years and is now being asked to help train younger agents. Luke hopes that his sister, Claire, will be among them next within the next year.
Rp Sample:
The last mission had been a dud. The break in at HenchCo had only been three or four drunk high school guys. Of course, it had been worth looking into to prevent the wrong sort getting their hands on Hench’s stuff. And, of course, Luke had to give the shady businessman a stern talking to, which was always just so fun.
Whatever happened to the real villains? Not the terrorist types and not the prank-mongers. Where was the action? Oh yeah. Monkey Fist had been turned to stone a few months back—or maybe he was just too stoned to function. Their contact at Yamanouchi Ninja School hadn’t been particularly good with English. Dr. Drakken and Shego had been honored by the UN—the United Freaking Nations for Christ’s Sake!— and they were behaving themselves. Or laying low. It wasn’t like Luke was a Drakkenologist or anything, so he couldn’t say. And Dementor had been… surprisingly quiet for the pint-sized powerhouse he was.
And, though Luke was proud to know he may have had a hand in the peace the world was experiencing, he couldn’t help but hope it was a calm before the storm… Otherwise, he had a useless degree and was out of a job. And that was worrisome. Especially in tough economic times.
Luke sighed and put his head in his hands. No sooner had he done so, the telephone rang.
“Hello? Yes, speaking, sir. ... What kind of assignment? When do you need a…? Now? Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir. I mean… No, sir, I’m not complaining; yes, sir, I’ll take the assignment. Thank you, sir. Good-bye, sir.”
The chance to train other agents secured Luke a position at GJ as long as the organization existed. He smiled as he placed the phone in its cradle. He’d be moving from this office, back to Duketon University tonight.
AI: Hugh Dancy
Nickname(s): Luke
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 3
Age: 28
Good or Evil?: Good
Family:
Parents: Edmund and Joanne St. James
Siblings: Sister, Claire (18).
Occupation: GJ Agent
Hair: Curly, brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
General Appearance:
Personality:
Luke is a quiet young man, friendly, but used to keeping secrets. He’s been an official GJ Agent for three years, but is posing as a Master’s Student at Duketon to help train younger agents. His voice is soft, but commanding and Luke attracts plenty of attention. He’s good looking, but not cocky, but rather good-natured and self-deprecating. Savvy, but not necessarily book smart, Luke trains future agents in hand-to-hand combat and weaponry.
History:
Luke was the son of two Global Justice Agents, used to travelling the world and living in foreign countries. His parents were often separated because of their jobs and he felt obligated to help raise his baby sister. In actuality, Luke’s parents weren’t divorced. His father, Edmund, continued to work for Global Justice’s Intelligence Department and, though his wife retired from service and entered the US Air Force under a government-created pseudonym upon the birth of their second child. Both Edmund and Joanne refused to put their children in harm’s way. Luke saw his dad on holidays and his mother during the school year. It was hard sometimes and Luke and his sister Claire were uprooted a lot, but Luke never doubted that his family loved each other. Christmases with Dad, though were slightly sad affairs because Edmund still loved Joanne and his kids deeply. But, as time went on, things continued to be rocky between father and son because Luke’s father wanted him to follow in his footsteps and work in the sciences, but Luke just wasn’t that interested. He tried, but he would always botch experiments. Furthermore, Luke was a bit of a bad boy at school. He caused mild disruptions, but nothing serious. Each time his family moved, Luke created a new persona. The skater. The poet. The prep. The jock. He had fun experimenting and became a master of disguise.
At his last high school. Luke played running back on the football team and they went to State. Though they lost the playoff game, a GJ Talent Scout saw him and convinced Global Justice not to write off Edmund St. James’ son just yet. They accepted Luke on a full ride scholarship into their “Liberal Arts” program—which was code for “Field Agent Program”.
Luke has been a legitimate agent for three years and is now being asked to help train younger agents. Luke hopes that his sister, Claire, will be among them next within the next year.
Rp Sample:
The last mission had been a dud. The break in at HenchCo had only been three or four drunk high school guys. Of course, it had been worth looking into to prevent the wrong sort getting their hands on Hench’s stuff. And, of course, Luke had to give the shady businessman a stern talking to, which was always just so fun.
Whatever happened to the real villains? Not the terrorist types and not the prank-mongers. Where was the action? Oh yeah. Monkey Fist had been turned to stone a few months back—or maybe he was just too stoned to function. Their contact at Yamanouchi Ninja School hadn’t been particularly good with English. Dr. Drakken and Shego had been honored by the UN—the United Freaking Nations for Christ’s Sake!— and they were behaving themselves. Or laying low. It wasn’t like Luke was a Drakkenologist or anything, so he couldn’t say. And Dementor had been… surprisingly quiet for the pint-sized powerhouse he was.
And, though Luke was proud to know he may have had a hand in the peace the world was experiencing, he couldn’t help but hope it was a calm before the storm… Otherwise, he had a useless degree and was out of a job. And that was worrisome. Especially in tough economic times.
Luke sighed and put his head in his hands. No sooner had he done so, the telephone rang.
“Hello? Yes, speaking, sir. ... What kind of assignment? When do you need a…? Now? Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir. I mean… No, sir, I’m not complaining; yes, sir, I’ll take the assignment. Thank you, sir. Good-bye, sir.”
The chance to train other agents secured Luke a position at GJ as long as the organization existed. He smiled as he placed the phone in its cradle. He’d be moving from this office, back to Duketon University tonight.
AI: Hugh Dancy
