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Post by GREGORY WRIGHT on Jan 24, 2010 9:16:21 GMT -6
What A Way To Start Another Messy Night
Gregory Michael Wright
"That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows,"
Clothes Trailing From The Backdoor To The Bedroom NAME::Gregory Michael Wright NICKNAME(S)::Greg, "The Fixer" among his friends, "Shit Shiller" among his enemies. AGE::29 BIRTHDAY::November 14th SEXUALITY::Homosexual
And I Don't Even Know Your Name PERSONALITY::Gregory is extremely talented at what he does, and what he does is talk. His job as a spin doctor, "Damage Control" as he calls it, has taught him the finer points of charisma and the crafting of a good story. While no more academically gifted than the next man, Greg strongly considers himself a people person. An extremely clever individual with a tongue of pure silver, Gregory appears as a man with a magnetic personality, always bearing a friendly smile and ready with a sharp quip or funny joke. He can captivate people's attentions with only a few words, always prepared to come out of any situation smelling like roses.
What must be realized, of course, is that almost all of that is an act. While charismatic, Gregory finds extreme difficulty in manufacturing any connections with other people outside of the manipulation to which he's become accustomed. The relationships he does form are almost inevitably shallow, and his idea of "romance" has twisted into nothing more than one-night stands. Lonely and rapidly becoming bitter, Gregory has developed both a drinking and smoking issue. He does enjoy his job, but he resents it for what he believes it has done to him. Whether it's the job's fault or some innate characteristic of his own, Gregory either doesn't know, or doesn't accept. He is also a staunch atheist, firmly denying the existence of any grand power or powers. He believes in getting by solely on one's own merit. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS::None HEIGHT&WEIGHT::5' 10" - 163 MEDICAL/ADDICTIONS:: Functioning Alcoholic - Using his job as an excuse, Gregory has taken to drinking more than his fair share of alcohol a day. While this has given him a tolerance usually reserved for Irish dockworkers, it does not bode well for his overall health. Smoker - Gregory has a tendency to go through a pack of cigarettes in a little less than a week. The rate varies with his moods that week.
Give Me All You've Got LIKES:: Meeting new people Getting paid The innumerable perks that come with his job Vanilla Vodka Parliament 100s His cat, Reggy Success and victory DISLIKES:: Getting caught in his words What he believes his job has turned him into Failure at working his magic Keystone Light His birthday (Another year closer to the grave) Non-profit Organizations (Damn special interest groups always lobbying for their needs.)
STRENGTHS:: Extremely charismatic and friendly Very clever Good sense of humor Strong will Adaptable Grand speaker
WEAKNESSES:: Prone to bouts of depression Occasional tendency to lie Cigarette and Alcohol addictions Lonely and bitter Hidden sexuality from his parents HABITS/QUIRKS:: Always remembers a name and face Avid gum-chewer Adheres to a strict dental hygiene code. To balance out the smoking and drinking. PET PEEVES:: Silverware being on the wrong sides of the plate The barking of small dogs. TURN ONS:: Low-maintenance, down-to-earth men Independence Facial hair
TURN OFFS:: Feminimity Unintelligence Facial piercings Incessant cheer
Make This Night Worth My Time PLAY-BY::Gerard Butler OCCUPATION::Public Relations (i.e.: Spin Doctor, Damage Control, etc.) FATHER::Jacob Wright, 63, Carpenter MOTHER::Carol Wright nee Erickson, 61, Secretary SIBLING(S)::Amanda, 36, Psychiatric Therapist OTHER(S)::Carl, 37, Brother-in-law, New Age guru Alek, 17, Nephew, Unemployed but fascinated by his uncle's (Gregory's) job. PETS::Reginald (Reggy, for short), 3, Cornish Rex (Cat) BRIEF HISTORY::Gregory did not come into this world as a smooth talker. Indeed, he didn't come in as a talker at all. Born on the 14th of November, in a small town in southern Kansas, Gregory's life began in a place entirely opposite to where he believes it will end. The town, Winslow, was a tiny community, a suburb to a more developed city in which most of its residents worked. His mother and father were no exception to this, and as they went off to their day jobs, they would leave little Gregory and his sister at a daycare with the other boys and girls. It was in this daycare that Gregory first came across his natural charm, though as a child he hardly realized it as such. He just noted that when he asked people "Wanna be friends?" they tended to say yes, and that was all right by him. This trend continued for quite some time, well into Gregory's high school years, where it would serve him well.
Gregory was not an academically gifted boy. If anything, he was purely average in that field. And he knew that when it came to school, you had to have good grades to succeed. Or, you had to know people. The right people. And Gregory was very good at getting to know the right people. The letters of recommendation written for him by his teachers were nothing short of glowing, describing the student as a bright young lad whose cleverness would get him far. With such kind reviews, Gregory was accepted at Kansas Wesleyan University where, unsurprisingly, he majored in Public Relations with a minor in Psychology.
In college, Gregory came to terms with something that had been plaguing him for a few years. Here, in the real world, he began to feel things more strongly than he did in the confined boundaries of his hometown. There was a man, one Connor Boxton, who, after a night of solid drinking, Gregory got to know in what he would humorously refer to as "The Biblical sense." Through his four years at the University, Gregory and Connor continued to "familiarize" themselves with each other, though Gregory's fear of his parents' reaction would prevent them from going any further. Years passed, Gregory graduated, went for his Masters, graduated again, and he set out into the world to find his calling.
His first job was at some toy factory. They'd gotten into a bit of trouble concerning small parts that kids tended to choke on, and it was Gregory's job to ensure the public wouldn't sue. Though only marginally successful at it, and never the sort of enjoy failure, Gregory loved the thrill of it. To look those people in the eye or through a television camera and to see his words take hold in their hearts. It was electrifying. His career snowballed from there, moving each time from one difficult task to another, always with his bags packed. The notion of a permanent residence is a new one to him, and a strange one. If it were not for his recent, long-term employment at a casino, he would likely still be living out of motel rooms. But the administration takes care of their own, and Gregory has been set up with a nice room in a hotel attached to the casino. The rush of keeping such a dark and dirty place like a casino afloat in the public opinion, is addicting, and Gregory has no intentions of leaving Sin City anytime soon.
YOUR NAME/ALIAS::Sean AGE::20 ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE::About 8 years or so, I imagine DISCOVERY::RPG Collection MY SAMPLE::
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