Post by Michael Scofield on Jan 24, 2009 16:01:53 GMT
[/B][/SIZE][/color]M I C H A E L Scofield
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NAME / ALIAS :R
AGE :old enough
CONTACT INFO: pm
WHERE YOU FOUND THE SITE :its ours
OTHER CHARACTERS :undecided
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE :years
TIMEZONE :UK
ANYTHING ELSE :No
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FULL NAME : Michael Scofield
NICKNAME : Fish, Snowflake, Scofield
GENDER : Male
DATE OF BIRTH :21 Sept
AGE :29
CANON :Yes
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HAIR : His hair is a dark brown in colour, but is shaven close to the scalp on a regular basis.
EYES : Michael’s eyes often look squinted but this is because he is often thinking and planning. His eyes are blue in colour, a cold blue which can look calculating or innocent depending which card he wants to play. He has long eyelashes which often tempt girls to trust him.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : His upper torso is covered in layers of tattoos. Exquisite designs sculpt his defined body in an array of mystery, for beneath those designs are the blue prints to Fox River Penitentiary. He has a scar on his shoulder from a burn which almost cost him his escape. Where this burn is hides the map with scar tissue.
BUILD : A slim build, Michael stands at 6ft tall. He is accoustomed to the inside of a gym and also the machines in it, this is evident by his defined and fit exterior. He is agile and strong and this has often proven him well.
STYLE : Michael prefers to dress casually, wearing jeans and sneakers with baseball caps and tees. He owns a number of expensive suits which he wore consistently at work. But that was before Fox River, now; Michael wears his prison clothes... sweats, overalls, vests and tees.
OVERALL : overall
AVATAR CLAIM : Wentworth Miller
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LIKES & DISLIKES:
+Women
+The outside world
+Nice food
+Sex
+Drink
-Bellick
-Liars
-The fact his brother is behind bars & was set up
-prison
-Rules
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Straight
FEARS : failing his brother because he owes him big time.
THE OFFENCE : Bank Robbery. Attempted escape.
OVERALL PERSONALITY : at least 300 words
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HOMETOWN : Illinois
WEALTH : wealthy
PARENTS : Father- no contact. Mother- Dead.
SIBLINGS : Lincoln Burrows
CHILDREN : None
PETS : None
HISTORY :
Michael grew up in Illinois, with his brother Lincoln and his mother. His father abandoned the family and Michael abandoned his surname and took his mothers. His mother died suddenly, and Lincoln became his guardian. The two brothers were boarded in and out of foster homes. Lincoln began to lead a life of crime, leaving Michael alone at night, only to wake up to find an origami crane next to his bed- a sign Lincoln was watching out for him.
Michael progressed through school. He was a talented student with patience and dedication. When Michael was eighteen his brother lent a lot of money to send him to college, stating it was his mothers life insurance. Michael graduated with a Bachelor of Science and a Master of Science in Civil Engineering from Loyola University Chicago. He then went on to become a successful structural engineer in a local firm in Chicago.
Years leading up to Lincoln’s incarceration, their relationship was tried and tested, and Michael was losing patience. He had no understanding that Lincoln was trying to pay back his debt. Michael was successful in work and his personal life often seeking to help others. He was a genius in trade and couldn’t see why his brother was so different.
When Lincoln was arrested and sent to Fox River for assassination of the vice president, Michael visited him on several occasions trying to figure out what his brother had done, and more to the point why. Suddenly all of the pieces began falling into place... he began researching and investigating pulling in the help of Veronica Donovan, an ex girlfriend of Lincolns and lawyer, to try to understand who would set his brother up.
Michael concocted a seething plan. A plan to get his brother out and free, away from the electric chair. For months he researched and studied the prison and had the most intricit of tattoos engraved onto his torso hiding the escape plan there on his skin. He staged a bank robbery and went down. Fox River was not prepared for Michael Scofield, or the events that followed his admission.
During his time at Fox River Michael foiled an escape plot, and managed to help 7 other men escape for a whole 48 hours. Six men were retreieved and 1 body found, and Michael was sent to the S.H.U for months. When he returned to general population he had found, a number of things had changed, but Michael’s goal was still the same... escape!
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PRISONER STATUS: Male inmate
READ THE RULES :I MAKE THE RULES
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE : Callum heard Jess’ words but they didn’t effect him. He was past the world of rationalisation now, and his mind was solely focussed on staying away from the two beings in the room, and injuring himself so he wouldn’t be able to injure them. Callum had went off on one before, but this time it was serious. He had nothing to control him, no way of calming down, and no desire to stop. His world had become unhinged and it felt as though his mind was hanging on by a thin strand, as if waiting for it to hit the ground. He was sure amidst this that Mecardo and Jess would soon start having sex again, and he doubted in his disillusioned mind that this was the first time they’d engaged in such a trait. He doubted that they cared that he’d even walked in. It was just another opportunity for him to be victimised, to be called, and reminded what a waste of space he was. And that was that, the thoughts span around and around in his head.
And Jess said she was sick of being second best and he turned his cold pulsating eyes staring at her, as if his life had been sucked out of them leaving a cold deadened soul in their place. “Who were you second best to? Which girls have I been looking at? I don’t make you feel inadequate the paranoia and distrust in me has made you feel that way. Just because I’ve got things on my mind. Just because you don’t know whats going on in here don’t mean you’re second best Jess.” He stated hitting his own head as he tried to explain, but he didn’t want to explain, how could you tell your girlfriend you’d been hearing voices? It wasn’t a normal admission. “Asking you to marry me and giving you gifts don’t mean shit? Well tell me what in the hell you want me to do? I’ve tried just holding you and loving you and you are unresponsive. You tease me all the time. I’ve been offish the last few days and now you throw some anal tantrum so that you can finish with me and have sex with my cousin. Its not a hard thing to see Jess. I’m not stupid, I know you think I’m a waste of space. I know you’ve been sleeping with him, and just stringing me on. It was to get me back for Isabella wasn’t it? Well you have your wish Jess.” He stated as he stared out of the window, his eyes filled with nothingness, his body aching with pain, he pouted his lips before relaxing them, trying to find justification to live. But everything made him want to die. He heard Jess’ whimpering pleas, and felt her gentle grip on his arm. He wanted to hold her and cry and have her tell him he’d be okay. But he knew he wouldn’t be. Suicidal tendencies rushed through his very veins, as his heart remained steady as if he was floating down the canal in a yacht on a warm summers day without a care in the world.
Cold hands struck his body and his feet were pushed forward. There was no wave of sickness and no scream as Callum fell, more a euphoria rushing over him, adrenaline, as if he’d dived into the ocean, not been pushed from the window. He heard the call of his name, but the voices were not important. All that was important was securing his funeral by an awkward land. He smacked straight into a prickled set of rose bushes. He could feel his body becoming scratched as it was pulled to the ground by gravity, and he landed on the cold damp grass with a thud. His body ached, and pain was prominent throughout, he opened his eyes and realised he’d survived, his fingers feeling the grass, as he looked around him. His head was buzzing, and warm blood was trickling from a gash. The shoulder on the left side was dislocated, and he’d broken a foot. Callum was unaware but inside of him he was bleeding. Internally. He closed his eyes once more, hearing the voices fuss around. He’d be safe now, unfortunately, but so would they.
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