Post by fry on Aug 26, 2012 16:08:37 GMT -5
Name: Philip J. Fry
Age: 20’s
Alias: None yet (but I would like to troll him later by making it “Delivery Boy”
)
Film/Televsion: Futurama
spieces: Human
weight: Average
height: Average
Appearance:
Average-looking white human male with orange hair with sticky-upy bangs-thing. Wares a white shirt with “lucky” red jacket. Blue jeans and black-and-white sneakers. Not much else to him.
Personality:
Fry really just an average joe – if anything, under-average. He is a lovably doofy man-child at heart. He is known to be lazy but can easily be tricked into working harder. In the case that he is dooped, it takes him a while to realize it. It really takes him a while to realize anything since he lets many things go right over his head. Sometimes, he gets frustrated with his place in life, but is rarely taken seriously. Despite being so dense, one of his qualities is his capacity to be loyal – on occasion, to a fault. To his advantage, Fry is unnaturally lucky, otherwise, he might be worse off.
History:
Fry grew up with neglectful and thick-headed parents and a bullying brother. In spite of this, he grew up to be relatively normal, if a little bit stupid. He landed a job as a pizza delivery boy and practically went no-where for years.
Eventually, fed up with his current status, Fry decided he would go somewhere else and make a new living. He wanted to prove to everyone what he didn’t need to be a delivery boy for the rest of his life and he could move up. So, he left town and eventually reached Crystal Falls. After a short while looking for a job, preferably a step up from “delivery boy”, he became aware of the need for agents. Thinking it would be neat and that it would definitely earn him some street cred, Fry applied immediately.
Rank: In Training
Allies:
Lelah, Bender, ect
Enemies:
“Bad guys”
Partner: None yet (left to RP)
Plans:
Become. Worst. Agent. Ever.
I also want to give him a love interest. It doesn’t necessarily need to be Lelah.
Sample Post:
The sound of steps entered the main room and came toward the orange-headed young man in the chair with his neck bend back and the back of his head awkwardly resting back on the wall. The higher-ranking agent stopped in front of the snoozing, drooling trainee. Fry was jolted out of sleep by the sound of a snapping finger just inches away from his ear. He snorted and opened an eye slowly.
“Um, I was just doing neck-stretches,” He murmured, pulled his head back up and rubbed the back of his neck, sore from the odd position he’d fallen asleep in.
He flinched, feeling something slap down into his lap. It happened to be a box full of shredded documents. He only stared at it blankly, before the agent spoke up to him;
“Dispose of this.”
Fry frowned bitterly. He turned his head up to give the other a piece of his mind, but he had already walked away. This was no better than his old job. God – what was he? Everyone’s carrier pigeon or something? The redhead sighed defeatedly, put his hands under the box and stood from his seat to do was he was told.
Other: None
Age: 20’s
Alias: None yet (but I would like to troll him later by making it “Delivery Boy”
)Film/Televsion: Futurama
spieces: Human
weight: Average
height: Average
Appearance:
Average-looking white human male with orange hair with sticky-upy bangs-thing. Wares a white shirt with “lucky” red jacket. Blue jeans and black-and-white sneakers. Not much else to him.
Personality:
Fry really just an average joe – if anything, under-average. He is a lovably doofy man-child at heart. He is known to be lazy but can easily be tricked into working harder. In the case that he is dooped, it takes him a while to realize it. It really takes him a while to realize anything since he lets many things go right over his head. Sometimes, he gets frustrated with his place in life, but is rarely taken seriously. Despite being so dense, one of his qualities is his capacity to be loyal – on occasion, to a fault. To his advantage, Fry is unnaturally lucky, otherwise, he might be worse off.
History:
Fry grew up with neglectful and thick-headed parents and a bullying brother. In spite of this, he grew up to be relatively normal, if a little bit stupid. He landed a job as a pizza delivery boy and practically went no-where for years.
Eventually, fed up with his current status, Fry decided he would go somewhere else and make a new living. He wanted to prove to everyone what he didn’t need to be a delivery boy for the rest of his life and he could move up. So, he left town and eventually reached Crystal Falls. After a short while looking for a job, preferably a step up from “delivery boy”, he became aware of the need for agents. Thinking it would be neat and that it would definitely earn him some street cred, Fry applied immediately.
Rank: In Training
Allies:
Lelah, Bender, ect
Enemies:
“Bad guys”
Partner: None yet (left to RP)
Plans:
Become. Worst. Agent. Ever.
I also want to give him a love interest. It doesn’t necessarily need to be Lelah.
Sample Post:
The sound of steps entered the main room and came toward the orange-headed young man in the chair with his neck bend back and the back of his head awkwardly resting back on the wall. The higher-ranking agent stopped in front of the snoozing, drooling trainee. Fry was jolted out of sleep by the sound of a snapping finger just inches away from his ear. He snorted and opened an eye slowly.
“Um, I was just doing neck-stretches,” He murmured, pulled his head back up and rubbed the back of his neck, sore from the odd position he’d fallen asleep in.
He flinched, feeling something slap down into his lap. It happened to be a box full of shredded documents. He only stared at it blankly, before the agent spoke up to him;
“Dispose of this.”
Fry frowned bitterly. He turned his head up to give the other a piece of his mind, but he had already walked away. This was no better than his old job. God – what was he? Everyone’s carrier pigeon or something? The redhead sighed defeatedly, put his hands under the box and stood from his seat to do was he was told.
Other: None
