Alright that's that, dewdropper is like a slacker FYI, lemme know of any and all flaws you might find with em. [hider=The Dewdropper Private eye] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/497601769497690113/512796375231234049/WIN_20181115_17_03_18_Pro_2.jpg[/img][/center] [color=8882be][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color] Emil Buckner [color=8882be][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color] 30 [color=8882be][u][b]Sex:[/b][/u][/color] Male [color=8882be][u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u][/color] Asexual [color=8882be][u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u][/color] Divorced, single [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Body[/h3][/center][/color] [color=8882be][u][b]Height:[/b][/u][/color] 5'11" [color=8882be][u][b]Weight:[/b][/u][/color] 178 lbs [color=8882be][u][b]Hair:[/b][/u][/color] Ginger [color=8882be][u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u][/color] Grey Blue [color=8882be][u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u][/color] Pale, somewhat tanned [color=8882be][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/color] Although not nearly as dapper as everyone else, Emil manages to pull off an air of roguish charm. He often can be seen wearing a full tux when not wearing his trench coat, which is more often then not. His hair is surprisingly difficult to grease down, so his hair doesn't quite match the normal standard. He doesn't smile often, so his gives off a rather intimidating aura most of the time. [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Soul[/h3][/center][/color] [color=8882be][u][b]Likes:[/b][/u][/color] Interesting cases, drinking, catchy tunes, throwing crumpled papers at the target on his wall, conversations that go places. [color=8882be][u][b]Dislikes:[/b][/u][/color] The ocean, criminals and crimes going unpunished, cigarettes, losing his fedora, being stabbed. [color=8882be][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color] [list] [*] Fast Runner [*] Decent Brawler [*] Can shoot a firearm [*] Keen eye for details and out of place things [*] High alcohol tolerance [/list] [color=8882be][u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u][/color] [list] [*] 1895- Tried to outrun a car at age of Five, succeeded for about a second, (The car was just pulling out of the driveway) then tripped and made a fool of himself. [*] 1913- Made an attempt to join the police force, a life long goal he'd had since childhood due to his sense of justice, and against the odds managed to succeed. [*] 1914- The world is plunged into war, however, due to being a part of the police force, avoids getting directly involved in the war effort. [*] 1916- Married to one "Donna Hendrich," after being coerced into it by several members of the force. [*] 1918- Shortly after the war ends, was removed from employment for shooting a suspect under the suspicion of carrying a concealed weapon that they were about to use, yet nobody else noticed this and simply believed it to be a random gun that had littered the ground after the firefight. Divorces wife several months later after finding her with another man. [*] 1919- Becomes freelance private eye for hire, and Dewdropper with not much else to do. [/list] [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Story[/h3][/center][/color] Sunlight peeked through the shades of his otherwise moody home office, prodding at the man to wake up, try and do something for once. The man in question sat at his desk, his legs propped up on the moderately expensive piece of furniture, while he leaned back in his chair. He'd fallen asleep in his office again instead of heading over into the next room where he kept his bed, and now he was suffering the consequences. His tired eyes blinked open, squinting at the light of the rising sun peeking through his windows. Just his luck. Stretching his arms out, the private eye's legs slid off the desk with a small thud, and he lazily lifted his arm back up to adjust his glasses, internally groaning to himself. He hated waking up in his office, it always meant it was going to be a bad day. Removing himself from the chair and stretching the rest of his limbs out, Emil Buckner took hold of the bottle that still sat on his desk, a bottle of nondescript whiskey. The harsh taste was always a perfect wake up call, especially during a hangover. Chugging back the last of the bottle's contents, he sluggishly ankled over to the door, where several slips of paper sat at the base, same as usual. Reaching down and retrieving the cluster, he moved back to his desk and settled himself back into his chair. There were the daily bills, some hotsy totsy ads for new miracle products, the paper, and... "I'm gonna need more giggle water for this...somebody's actually on the trolley..." He muttered to himself, his eyes darting across the advertisement. He hadn't been expecting this, not in the slightest. He hadn't had a decent job opportunity in weeks. This however, this looked professional enough that if he broke his way in, he'd be able to get enough pay to maybe keep up with his bills. Buy more giggle water. Drown his misery. Still staring at the ad on his desk, he reached over for his blower, lifting the listening piece to his ear, and began dialing the number... [color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Ether[/h3][/center][/color] [color=8882be][u][b]Color Code:[/b][/u][/color] [color=8882be]8882be[/color] [color=8882be][u][b]Theme Song:[/b][/u][/color] [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTkAwk6mnD0[/url] [/hider]