Bounty Hunter - KARIM

[Karim]

^{missed me, missed me,} K A R I M _{now you gotta kiss me}

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given name karim lin slater
aliases not available
sex certifiably male
race human
sexuality it's up in the air
age twenty-five
dob july seventeenth
sign cancer

affiliation bounty hunter
crew not available
alignment chaotic neutral
p jolly roger not available

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height five foot eleven
weight one hundred fifty
hair c white/gray
eye c brown

attire
long-sleeved shirts that fail at covering his collarbone are the prize of the game. scarves are the name. he's rarely found without a scarf (or beanie) covering a portion of his head and he can be rather fond of the more earthy tones. there's also his white gold crucifix that hangs rather openly around his neck. a tad protective of it though. but jeans are jeans and dark brown boots are a favorite, and that's the game. just regular, everyday, background-esque, clothing.

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inventory
♪ .36 lemat revolver
♪ butterfly knife x2
♪ wire
♪ a pen

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=2]the good ♪ anarchic ♪ independent ♪ individualistic ♪ open-minded ♪ unfettered

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[td]the bad
♪ disorderly
♪ trickster
♪ unpredictable
♪ unreliable
♪ self-centered [/color][/size][/td][/tr]
[tr][td][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2]the great
♪ autumn
♪ doodling
♪ knowledge
♪ scarves
♪ trinkets [/color][/size][/td]

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♪ children
♪ cockroaches
♪ politicians
♪ riddles
♪ zebras [/font][/color][/size][/td][/tr][/table]

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miscellaneous
drive his own desires
c a n eleven
c a c brown
ass ani lynx
scent grass
foods mango

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history
right. so there was this kid, once upon a time. and once upon a time he had this crush on this girl. now this girl, she had cooties. not just those regular cooties either. it was the kind of cooties that came from too much sugar and spice and everything nice. sometimes he wondered why girls weren't made of snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails because surely that was a better combination. he didn't need all that sugar and spice with everything nice.

and what do little boys do to little girls too full with cooties? they tug and they pull and they make her turn blue. that's what little boys do.

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this kid, this little boy, had a dad and a mom and a ferret named whiskers. unoriginal but the makings of something great. for, you see, whiskers was to be this child's very best of friends. mind you, ferrets don't have particularly long lifespans. at least, not with the best outlooks. there was always pesky diseases to worry about but who cares when you're seven? all the time in the world, you've got it.

whiskers was the very best friend that anybody could have, said this boy, once upon a time. but sadly the ferret was struck with disease when this boy hit ten. his mom, gracious woman that she was, said whiskers had had a good run and it was time to let the little beast go.

and so he did, and so the story goes.

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this boy never knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. he talked of being like his father, an expert metal worker in his own right. he talked of being like his mother, a casual writer when she had the time. he talked of many things--most insignificant and easily forgotten. but there was always that underlying need to keep himself happy, to keep himself pleased and to want for nothing.

the whole thing was rather tiring for his parents. he always had been a somewhat spoilt boy. but not too much, never too much. and the lies. oh, the lies he told at times.

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here's the whole deal. he lived in this village that wasn't much to talk about and wasn't much to look at. he grew up with kids he didn't care to speak to and adults he less than cared for. he was a solitary kid, a loner. his interest clung to weapons.

it helped, really, that his father was a metal worker. there were times that he could watch as he worked with a weapon though those were usually special cases. it was even better when his mother would try and dig up information on whatever weapon she could. it became something of an idea to learn how to use any weapon he could lay his hands on, and then some.

that essentially made up his life until money became something of an issue.

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july seventeenth was most definitely not the best holiday.

it's never fun to lose a father, now is it.

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currently mom is still alive and dad is a mystery. karim has never had, nor will have, any siblings, which is for the best, really. being the only child had always been his favorite thing. anyhow--he's a bounty hunter with no respect for the law and an agenda all his own. (it's for the money, really.)
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BAKUMAN, fukuda shinta, karim

[Darkwings]

Alright, to start, I'm really glad you asked me if you could modify the application. But that's beside the point. I did like to see a LeMat revolver fan, an exceptional gun. But with the way your application is now, I cannot approve you.

A) You didn't put in who your Face Claim is.

B) You're history... it's not a history. It's not about your character, it's jumpy, it's not descriptive enough. Sure other players can read a good history and know about other people's characters, but what I got from this was nothing. Applications are not a card game, do not treat them as such. Fill out your history with your character's history, not the history of Whiskers the Ferret and a girl with cooties. I don't care if you don't want to play your cards, play them.

[Karim]

1. I was never given the impression that I had to ask. It wasn't mentioned anywhere I read and I just took the cue from other applications that had done the same. So there's really no point in getting snippy about it.

2. Face claim, check. Completely forgot about that one.

3. I didn't write that history with the intent to inform other players. But I did meet the written requirements, which was a minimum of two paragraphs that had something to do with his history. Right.

4. That, too, has been modified. But the jumpiness isn't going away. It's just how I write histories.

[Darkwings]

1. They asked if they could.

2. Thank you.

3. Histories are meant to inform the reader about the character. What you had, and still have, might meet the written requirements, but not the content. I still know nothing about your character. I know his father was a metal worker and his mother was a writer. You're missing the purpose of a history.

[Karim]

Right. This is what that history tells you:

1. he was a spoilt child
2. his main goal in life is pleasure
3. he's a liar
4. his birthday is the anniversary of when he lost his father
5. he doesn't like the idea of sharing (not wanting another sibling and all)
6. he has no respect for the law

[Darkwings]

As I said, you are missing the purpose of a history. It's to tell the reader, in this case me, about your character's past. A history can tell the reader why the character is the way they are, but at least back up some of your claims with some story. Right now it just feels like notes written on one's hand before giving a speech. And yes, it might say all that, but I still don't know your character.

[Karim]

I feel like you're looking for something much grander than what his history actually is. Either way--edited once more.

[Darkwings]

My expectations are the same for every single application. They only get higher.