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Prison Life

"my dear friend. morals mean everything" as Charles is thrown into the court yard. "Doctor Charles Matthew Richardson. at your probable service", he was eyeing the large man seeing all weak spots he could exploit if the time came. he could see the stranger near to him 'pursuit of knowledge'. turned to look at the girl being crowded 'need of attention and requirement of good look's'.

he cant wait to leave this place and get back to his cell to structure a way out.

Prison Life

so im accepted then?

Prison Life

Name: Doctor Charles Richardson (it was origenerly ripper-son)
Age: 38
Appearance: White silk gloves, no right eye, black formal toruses, red weather beaten coat, black waist coat, log ornate wooden cane, brown combed hair.
Crime: Euthanasia, murder, blackmail, rape, torture, insanity, loan-sharking, intimidation,
Personality: un-kind, hard-working, broken, dark, strong willed, mad, eccentric, cynical, dry, crude
Bio: Doctor Charles grew up in a small town just south of London, he had a small sheltered life but grew up poor. his family took 'hand to mouth' to the next level, they were behind on rent and low on food. when the 'rent collector' came a knocking and they had no money, they were told to leave. he snapped at that. he couldn't remember doing it but knows he did it. he killed a man, and not in the normal way, the man had a long metal pipe rammed down the whole of his body.

he cannot rember any of his crimes, most of them are either for fun or for what he calls 'the greater good'. he cant even rember being caught, he just know he was.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Charles pears around the corner to check if the coast was clear, the room was dark so he shined his torch in. he was cold and hoping to make some friends today, the torch danced around the walls searching for the people. when the torch beam hit a girl, she was just sitting there... staring at the door and eating some sort of canned food. he kept the beam on her and went for his M9, ready for action if they did pull a weapon on him. he still had the stinger up his sleeve if the worse came to it. he started with the worse idea ever "I, Umm, Come in peace?"

No Way Out

Thomas sighs a sigh of disappointment. he thought it would be just the two of them, the he may be able to tell her of his love for her. alas he walked on by her side once more.

High School for the Unsusual

without looking behind him, "this isn't a desert any more ;'friend'. this is real life."

High School for the Unsusual

Thomas turns quickly firing a shot of ice at the mans feet. "and i have you know i gained this PhD from work and graft, not r=trying to be popular." he grabs the mans collar v"watch your back son" he pushes him back and walks out the door silentky

No Way Out

Thomas sprints to the door, "ill go with you. i was just drawing a sunset." he smiles at her, hoping she smiles back to him, for that.... would make his day worth while.

The 100 Roleplay

cool,

High School for the Unsusual

"H1 i believe, also the shouting is called control. to shout is to control the youths you have under you. any who, ill devise some sort of way to get there." he was trying to gain composer. "i will see you around, proberly?" he turned around ad whispered "idiot"..