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Robert B. Klein
Tue Jan 02, 2018 4:02 amRobert B. Klein
Basic Character Information
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First Name: Robert
Middle Name/Initial: B.
Last Name: Klein
Epithet: (If possible, would like to add one after he has a fun or memorable moment)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Janitor
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'11
Weight: 145
Hair Style: Shoulder-length, curly and unbrushed.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Scars: N/A
Clothing and Accessories: Robert doesn't dress very flashy. A green polo shirt and beige slacks make up the most boring and bland part of his attire, on the more bizarre end of things he is never caught dead without a toolbelt filled with cleaning supplies, nor without his fancy wellington boots to keep his feet dry.
Description: Robert is a rather unimposing man of average height and a slightly tanned complexion. He is not particularly visibly muscular, his build is more suited to 'planning tactical retreats' than manning a fight out.
The Past
Main Traits: Creative; quick-witted; meticulous; lonely; eccentric.
Likes: Soap, Water, Fame & Fortune, that really clean feeling after a nice shower, taking naps as a reward after getting something really important done
Dislikes: Grime, Laziness, Being laughed at, weird smells, the taste of fish, public restrooms, getting food stuck in his teeth, being underestimated
Unique laugh: Badeyahahaha!
Hometown: Notice
Personality: Robert is a smarmy son-of-a-bitch. Quick-witted in many regards, he's at his absolute best when the chips are down and no one expects the janitor to do anything about it. Robert has very little self-esteem, but has no problem putting on a facade of self-worth if it means taking the piss out of someone he doesn't like. In a combat situation, his mind is sharp and perceptive to not only his opponents, but the surroundings as well. You see that chair? That's a weapon. That table, that mug of beer-- all tools in Robert's mind. Robert leaves not a detail unattended not only in his janitorial work, but in combat as well. Robert never assumes little of someone because of their size, their accomplishments, nor wealth. Likewise, he unreasonably expects the same of everyone else-- although he has done little on the ocean, he absolutely detests being 'undervalued.'
- History:
Robert was always a strange fellow. Born to a low-ranking marine and his wife, a fish salesman, Robert took interest in neither of these activities, nor any of the other normal things young boys took interest in. Instead, he enjoyed such things as laundry day and mopping floors. Robert lived a very, very quiet and boring childhood otherwise, having very little friends, and hardly any spectacular events until he was 14-- Robert's father had passed away while helping several people escape a burning building, leaving Robert's father the only casualty. Robert was furious-- although his father had gained the respect of many, that didn't stop the simple, cold truth-- his father's income was what was keeping his family fed and alive. Merely a couple of weeks after the news arrived at his doorstep, Robert snuck onto a boat-- anywhere where his mother wouldn't find him, so he could avoid being a financial burden. Robert, at the age of 15, settled down for a few years on Karate Island, as a janitor at a dojo. He watched as people fought and trained, and watched as occasionally travelers from afar spun tall tales and trained among the locals. Robert would mimic their movements at night, when no one watched, pretending his mop was a bo staff. Two years later, when Robert was 17, a malevolent pirate claiming to have eaten a powerful devil fruit attempted to extort the dojo for what it was worth. Fortunately, he slipped on the wet floors, as he ignored the signs carefully placed down by Robert, and was quickly incapacitated by none other than the janitor himself-- with a mop, no less. Robert was briefly hailed as a local legend, and eventually requested assistance from an engineer to design a mop designed for self-defense. Shortly after, the dojo had installed a small plaque in Robert's honor. Robert continued to practice the art of the combat janitor, teaching the occasional class on self-defense. For once, Robert was happy. The next two years blitzed by, until the news of the Conqueror's death shook the world by storm. Robert saw this as an opportunity to show not only his new home and family his talent, but the whole world! Robert was given a heavy dose of reality when he was laughed out of every would-be crew of pirates that wouldn't have him aboard. He eventually settled on becoming a traveling janitor-for-hire, which paid well enough for him to send some money anonymously back home to his mother, who had long given up hope on him still being alive. At the age of 23, Robert felt something was missing from his life-- he could easily go back to his family at the dojo, or even his mother-- but Robert felt he truly had no friends at this point. Recently, Robert has decided that it was necessary to stop lollygagging and finally join a crew as something more than just a novelty, a joke.
Butch
[tracker=/t589-butch-castle#2390]
Name : Butch Castle
Epithet : "No-Good"
Age : 19
Height : 5'8½" / 174 cm
Weight : 143 lbs. / 65 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Crew : N/A
Ship : Little Castle
Crew Role : N/A
Balance : [ber] 256,650,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 117
Re: Robert B. Klein
Thu Jan 04, 2018 7:29 pm
Robert B. Klein wrote:
Robert B. Klein
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Name your starting bonus here. | [Jackpot]
First Name: Robert
Middle Name/Initial: B.
Last Name: Klein
Epithet: (If possible, would like to add one after he has a fun or memorable moment)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Janitor
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'11
Weight: 145
Hair Style: Shoulder-length, curly and unbrushed.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Scars: N/A
Clothing and Accessories: Robert doesn't dress very flashy. A green polo shirt and beige slacks make up the most boring and bland part of his attire, on the more bizarre end of things he is never caught dead without a toolbelt filled with cleaning supplies, nor without his fancy wellington boots to keep his feet dry.
Description: Robert is a rather unimposing man of average height and a slightly tanned complexion. He is not particularly visibly muscular, his build is more suited to 'planning tactical retreats' than manning a fight out.
The Past
Main Traits: Creative; quick-witted; meticulous; lonely; eccentric.
Likes: Soap, Water, Fame & Fortune, that really clean feeling after a nice shower, taking naps as a reward after getting something really important done
Dislikes: Grime, Laziness, Being laughed at, weird smells, the taste of fish, public restrooms, getting food stuck in his teeth, being underestimated
Unique laugh: Badeyahahaha!
Hometown: Notice
Personality: Robert is a smarmy son-of-a-bitch. Quick-witted in many regards, he's at his absolute best when the chips are down and no one expects the janitor to do anything about it. Robert has very little self-esteem, but has no problem putting on a facade of self-worth if it means taking the piss out of someone he doesn't like. In a combat situation, his mind is sharp and perceptive to not only his opponents, but the surroundings as well. You see that chair? That's a weapon. That table, that mug of beer-- all tools in Robert's mind. Robert leaves not a detail unattended not only in his janitorial work, but in combat as well. Robert never assumes little of someone because of their size, their accomplishments, nor wealth. Likewise, he unreasonably expects the same of everyone else-- although he has done little on the ocean, he absolutely detests being 'undervalued.'
- History:
Robert was always a strange fellow. Born to a low-ranking marine and his wife, a fish salesman, Robert took interest in neither of these activities, nor any of the other normal things young boys took interest in. Instead, he enjoyed such things as laundry day and mopping floors. Robert lived a very, very quiet and boring childhood otherwise, having very little friends, and hardly any spectacular events until he was 14-- Robert's father had passed away while helping several people escape a burning building, leaving Robert's father the only casualty. Robert was furious-- although his father had gained the respect of many, that didn't stop the simple, cold truth-- his father's income was what was keeping his family fed and alive. Merely a couple of weeks after the news arrived at his doorstep, Robert snuck onto a boat-- anywhere where his mother wouldn't find him, so he could avoid being a financial burden. Robert, at the age of 15, settled down for a few years on Karate Island, as a janitor at a dojo. He watched as people fought and trained, and watched as occasionally travelers from afar spun tall tales and trained among the locals. Robert would mimic their movements at night, when no one watched, pretending his mop was a bo staff. Two years later, when Robert was 17, a malevolent pirate claiming to have eaten a powerful devil fruit attempted to extort the dojo for what it was worth. Fortunately, he slipped on the wet floors, as he ignored the signs carefully placed down by Robert, and was quickly incapacitated by none other than the janitor himself-- with a mop, no less. Robert was briefly hailed as a local legend, and eventually requested assistance from an engineer to design a mop designed for self-defense. Shortly after, the dojo had installed a small plaque in Robert's honor. Robert continued to practice the art of the combat janitor, teaching the occasional class on self-defense. For once, Robert was happy. The next two years blitzed by, until the news of the Conqueror's death shook the world by storm. Robert saw this as an opportunity to show not only his new home and family his talent, but the whole world! Robert was given a heavy dose of reality when he was laughed out of every would-be crew of pirates that wouldn't have him aboard. He eventually settled on becoming a traveling janitor-for-hire, which paid well enough for him to send some money anonymously back home to his mother, who had long given up hope on him still being alive. At the age of 23, Robert felt something was missing from his life-- he could easily go back to his family at the dojo, or even his mother-- but Robert felt he truly had no friends at this point. Recently, Robert has decided that it was necessary to stop lollygagging and finally join a crew as something more than just a novelty, a joke.
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