[hider=Richard Dohammond][center] [h1]Richard Dohammond[/h1] [img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/3000d061a7468e0cb9baf20457aca5e0/tumblr_nldb7vTJ2s1tct2eio1_500.jpg[/img] [i]"When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty." - Thomas Jefferson[/i] [/center] [b]Name:[/b] Richard Frederick Tyler Dohammond [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Race:[/b] Caucasian [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]University and Degree:[/b] BSc Government at the London School of Economics and Political Science [b]Appearance: [/b] At 6'1 and a definite 175 pounds, one word could be used to describe Richard: [i]intimidating[/i]. He's tall but has the muscle to go along with it, and a more astute observer could tell the callouses on his hands are vestiges of his life on the streets. He's actually sort of attractive, with moderately sharp cheekbones, a dirty blonde well-groomed tuft of hair, and piercing blue eyes, but Richard tends to gloss over this fact. He barely ever smiles, his deadset frown displaying most of his intentions to the world. [b]Personality: [/b] Richard is a child of oppression, the offspring of the indifference of society. For the majority of his life, he has had to struggle and fight tooth and nail to get where he is today, and he looks down on people who don't understand nor care about that. He puts his academic achievement as a premium of his life, seeing it as the only way to achieve his dream: to revolutionize society. He's loud, outspoken and cynical, and hates with a passion people who don't let him be those three things. His primary goal at the end is to gain [i]power[/i] - the leverage and control over his own life that was so lacking in his former years. He doesn't want to be a victim of fate and chance - he wants to chart his own path without any other inhibitions except himself. He desperately wants to empower himself, and the Employer is doing exactly the opposite of that. [b]Biography: [/b] Richard Dohammond spent the first seventeen years of his life in a dingy, run-down stretch of slums and boarding-houses in Islington, London. When he was two years old, his father died in the line of duty as a policeman, leaving his mother the sole provider for her single son. Richard barely got to see his mother in between her hectic shifts as a part-time waitress, babysitter and retail worker at a phone repair shop. The only thing he had as a resource was his mind. He excelled in primary school academics, despite not even having enough money to buy his own schoolbag, and in secondary school joined the debate club and once even nearly won a national essay competition. He became a valuable member of his rugby team, just enough for his physique to intimidate the worst of his childhood bullies. But what Richard lacked was [i]power[/i]. It infuriated him that he was born like this. It infuriated him that he was where he was for absolutely no reason. It infuriated him that the only way to get out of his situation was to work his arse off to get a lot of questions correct on a paper made by people who would never know what he had to go through. Richard was angry at the world - angry at the system that was so callous and uncaring. It was so that he became known among his peers as the activist, the revolutionary, the person that always had something to say - but to Richard, he was just responding to a circumstance that had affected him since birth. It all reached the breaking point, however, when one day in June a sixteen-year-old Richard was rushing home to tell his mother that he had won first runner-up in the national essay competition about the importance of education. To his surprise, however, he was met with the sight of a police officer questioning his teary-eyed mother outside their dirty apartment building. Richard's mother had been sexually harrassed by her boss in the phone repair shop. All the offender would probably get, however, would be a half a year of prison. When questioned, the police officer calmly replied that his punishment would only be up to the fullest extent of the law. Then, a distraught Richard exclaimed, that was a pretty shitty law. So the young Richard resolved that he would suffer the system's injustice no longer. He would be [i]part[/i] of the system - he would go to law school, become an attorney, definitely, then perhaps run for a government position. So Richard quickly signed up for a scholarship with the London School of Economics and Political Science. But, as things would have it, the system would fail Richard once again. He received a letter telling him that he didn't quite meet the standards for his scholarship to save him a great deal of money. But at the same time, a letter from an unknown benefactor also arrived in the mail, telling him he was aware of his predicament and he would be prepared to shoulder the costs - on certain conditions. [b]Skills: [/b] - [b]Connecting the Dots:[/b] Politics is the study of a machine, a machine that needs to be understood by linking facts and figuring out how things really work. Richard has high general deduction skills. - [b]Aspiring Lawyer:[/b] Due to the nature of his degree and professional aspirations, Richard can work his way around the legal system - but he is by no means a seasoned attorney. - [b]Child of the Streets:[/b] Richard has had to of course deal with the occasional chav, street thug, or school bully with fists and sometimes sheer intimidation. He's quite the scrappy little street fighter. - [b]Eloquence of Speech:[/b] Richard has talented writing skills and can handle himself in a decently intellectual discussion - he can masquerade as someone of higher stature, if needed. [b]Weaknesses:[/b] Richard's primary weakness is his constant feeling of his abandonment by the system. He feels vulnerable, naked, and weak, if he is powerless to do what should be done to make the world a better place. If someone can take away his ability to change the world, he takes away what Richard holds dearest to his heart. He is constantly [b]impulsive, easily offended, and quick to anger[/b], and his triggers aren't that hard to find. Also, Richard [b]isn't that skilled with numbers,[/b] being an average maths student and preferring to take refuge in the liberal arts. This is part of the reason why his scholarship application did not quite meet the academic requirements. Complex equations meant to be figured out in the span of seconds aren't quite Richard's cup of tea. [b]Other: [/b]N/A for now [/hider]