[hider=Robert Adler] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]Robert Adler[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/24wikia/images/9/9f/Morrison.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20070412082437[/img][/center] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=#7E5C65]Name:[/color][/b] Robert Adler [b][color=#7E5C65]Aliases:[/color][/b] Bert, Robbie [b][color=#7E5C65]Age:[/color][/b] 48 [b][color=#7E5C65]Birthday:[/color][/b] 6th of December [b][color=#7E5C65]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Caucasian (American-German) [b][color=#7E5C65]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Chicago [b][color=#7E5C65]Residence:[/color][/b] Apartments above Grimaldi [b][color=#7E5C65]Gender:[/color][/b] Male [b][color=#7E5C65]Major/Minor:[/color][/b] Majored in Law, Minored in Phychology [b][color=#7E5C65]Occupation:[/color][/b] Insurance fraud investigatior [b][color=#7E5C65]Languages:[/color][/b] English, German [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=#7E5C65]Height:[/color][/b] 5ft, 8 inches [b][color=#7E5C65]Weight:[/color][/b] 181 lbs [b][color=#7E5C65]Build:[/color][/b] Chubby [b][color=#7E5C65]Eyes:[/color][/b] Dark grey [b][color=#7E5C65]Hair:[/color][/b] Dark blone, greyening [b][color=#7E5C65]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Fair [b][color=#7E5C65]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] N/A [b][color=#7E5C65]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Robert rarely dresses to impress others around him, instead going for a low-casual style revolving the fact that his wardrobe isn't the size of The Great Lakes. He usually wears a good fall- and winter jacket of a dark colour, switching between being made of leather or fabric. Underneath he wears a shirt, mostly white or red, and normal blue jeans with weathered dress shoes. What, you think working in insurance gives you buttloads of money just like that? Think again kiddo, only when you're selling it. But Robert does sport a fair enough moustache and beard, so at least that's something. [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [i][color=#7E5C65][center]Determined * Tired * Loyal * Sarcastic * Tough * Biased[/center][/color][/i] [b][color=#7E5C65]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heterosexual [b][color=#7E5C65]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Married to his desk and job [b][color=#7E5C65]Personality:[/color][/b] Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing. But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that. [b][color=#7E5C65]Habits:[/color][/b] Stretching his fingers, arms, neck and such to pop joints, and quietly humming to Genesis. [b][color=#7E5C65]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Boxing, reading crime novels, watching German televison [b][color=#7E5C65]Fears:[/color][/b] [list][*]Claustrophobia [*]Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying. [*]Alcohol withdrawel[/list] [b][color=#7E5C65]Likes:[/color][/b] [list][*]Poirot [*]Beer [*]The end of the week [*]Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me. [*]Warm and sunny days [*]Easy cases[/list] [b][color=#7E5C65]Dislikes:[/color][/b] [list][*]Liars [*]His boss [*]Mondays [*]Pasta [*]Winter [*]Rain[/list] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]Cards On The Table[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=#7E5C65]General World Skills:[/color][/b] [list] [*]Law [*]Number-Cracking [*]People-Reading [*]Research [*]Driving (Car) [/list] [b][color=#7E5C65]Combat Skills:[/color][/b] [list] [*]Boxing [*]Pistol [*]Endurance [*]Throwing [*]Stamina [/list] [b][color=#7E5C65]What Is On Your Person:[/color][/b] [list] [*]Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves. [*]Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card [*]Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4 [*]Car keys [*]Notebook and pen [*]Apartment keys [*]Access card to Insurance Company [*]Glock 26 [*]Spare magazine (10 rounds) [*] [/list] [b][color=#7E5C65]Residence:[/color][/b] [list] [*]Laptop [*]External computer storage [*]Boxing gloves [*]9mm Ammunition (two magazines, 10 rounds each) [*]Books on Law and Physcology [*]His (unprofessional) collection of Agatha Christie books [*]His stereo player from the 90's [*]Vinyl collection (including Genesis) [*] [*] [*]2004 Ford Crown Victoria [/list] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=#7E5C65]What Brings You To The City:[/color][/b] What brings Robert to Chicago isn't perhaps the best way to ask that question, rather "What keeps you in Chicago?" would be better. Robert was born and bred in the streets of Chicago, studied there and got his line-of-work sorted out there. Even if he wanted to leave the city, get away from his old problem-filled life, he was stuck there with his job as an insurance-scam agent. If he can't get a promotion after so many years on the job, what makes him believe it's any easier out there? So it's best for him to stay in Chicago and live his life like he has so far. [b][color=#7E5C65]Life Before You Moved In:[/color][/b] Robert had a pretty normal childhood and youth, like most kids in 1970's America. Happily married parents with a single child, who worked decent jobs and owned an American-made car that brought the three of them on many a roadtrip across the country, sometimes across the border to Canadia. Robert showed promise as a highschool student, scoring far above average in mathematics and earning him several prices in school competitions. He even proved to be a good pitcher on the school's baseball team, though he had higher ambitions that just being good at sport. After highschool he decided to go to university to become a lawyer. That was surely the way to become as happy and succesful as his parents? Turns out it wasn't. Robert's achivements in highschool didn't translate well into university, and he soon became just an average student who's life failed to improve as he ended up with a mediocre education in an mediocre economy that didn't mediocre lawyers. And it hit down hard on Robert, becoming the failure compared to his parents. They never openly judged him, but silently he knew what they thought, so it wasn't long before he moved out on his own far away from their prying eyes. For a few year he didn't get far with his law-degree, instead working odd-jobs and temp-positions here and there. He even picked up boxing as an hobby, became decent in that too. But when he got offered what looked like a good job working in insurance, Robert wasn't in any position to say no. And so he began working as an insurance fraud investigator, digging up the dirt on people trying to get benefits and money they didn't deserve. For a while that was good enough, proving himself to be a good investigator who could crack the numbers and find out where certain policies didn't add up. Working with people up front and personal proved that he also had a knack for figuring whether they were lying or not. And that was all well and good, until Robert realized he had worked the same job at the same desk in the same building for over 15 years. But he was stuck; he couldn't feasably get another job, not in that economy. So he stuck at the same job. [b][color=#7E5C65]Life Since You Moved In:[/color][/b] And so life stayed pretty much the same for the coming years. Only thing that changed was that Robert got a gun and learned to shoot once it seemed life in the city was on a downward spiral to Hell, or someplace ever worse. That, and his growing facial hair and belly at the expense for his looks. Now Robert is without his parents, any partner or loved one, and any positive future except when he can retire in...how many years that was he was having trouble solving the math out of, but not for lack of trying. [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=#7E5C65][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=#7E5C65]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in." [b][color=#7E5C65]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLpfbcXTeo8[/youtube] [b][color=#7E5C65]Dirty Little Secret:[/color][/b] Is secretly deeply in love with someone else in the company, but she doesn't know and is married. He'd do anything for her though. [b][color=#7E5C65]Anything Else:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4788859]"It's not a skirt!"[/url] [sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.[/color][/sub][/hider]