Star of Penumbra
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OOC: Well, since nobody responded to my casting call, which you can find here: http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=87924,
I've decided to go ahead and get things rolling anyway.
This is the information on my character.
Name: Richard Riley.
Age: 22
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 154 lbs.
Hair: Dark blonde, usually combed neatly to the side.
Eyes: Brown.
Clothing: He usually wears a long-sleeved shirt with a suit jacket and slacks, held up with suspenders. He also wears thick glasses with large round black frames.
Build: Average.
Intelligence: High.
Social interactions: He is usually polite and to the point. He tends to dislike talking about himself.
Goals: To become a research scientist for either a private organization or the government.
Marital Status: Single.
IC: He was riding down a country road in his automobile. It had been a gift form his parents when he turned eighteen. He hated the infernal machine, mostly because it kept breaking down, but it was faster and more convenient than a stagecoach.
He was on his way to meet an uncle he barely knew. The only thing he knew about the old man was that he was rich, and, according to most of the rest of his family, somewhat mad. He had received a letter the day before that read:
*****
Dear Richard:
It has indeed been far too long since our last meeting. Unfortunately, my reason for writing is not a social one.
I must request your presence for a matter of great importance. I realize that as a young man, you must have quite a busy social agenda. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you, but it is imperative that you come to my estate so that we might converse face to face, as this matter is far too important to discuss through letters or over the telephone.
I require you to come this weekend, on the seventeenth of April. You will be compensated for any expenses.
Sincerely,
Uncle Roderick Riley.
*****
The engine rattled and began coughing. He swore at the device under his breath and pulled off to the side of the road. He turned off the engine, got out, and lifted the hood.
He tinkered with the engine for a while, until he heard a voice behind him. "Need some help?"
He jerked up suddenly, bashing his head on the hood of the car. "Ow!" He backed up a step and straightened up again, turning around.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to surprise you. Are you okay?" The stranger asked.
Richard felt the back of his head. "No blood, so I guess so." He held out his hand. "I'm Richard, but you can call me Rick. And you are?"
I've decided to go ahead and get things rolling anyway.
This is the information on my character.
Name: Richard Riley.
Age: 22
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 154 lbs.
Hair: Dark blonde, usually combed neatly to the side.
Eyes: Brown.
Clothing: He usually wears a long-sleeved shirt with a suit jacket and slacks, held up with suspenders. He also wears thick glasses with large round black frames.
Build: Average.
Intelligence: High.
Social interactions: He is usually polite and to the point. He tends to dislike talking about himself.
Goals: To become a research scientist for either a private organization or the government.
Marital Status: Single.
IC: He was riding down a country road in his automobile. It had been a gift form his parents when he turned eighteen. He hated the infernal machine, mostly because it kept breaking down, but it was faster and more convenient than a stagecoach.
He was on his way to meet an uncle he barely knew. The only thing he knew about the old man was that he was rich, and, according to most of the rest of his family, somewhat mad. He had received a letter the day before that read:
*****
Dear Richard:
It has indeed been far too long since our last meeting. Unfortunately, my reason for writing is not a social one.
I must request your presence for a matter of great importance. I realize that as a young man, you must have quite a busy social agenda. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you, but it is imperative that you come to my estate so that we might converse face to face, as this matter is far too important to discuss through letters or over the telephone.
I require you to come this weekend, on the seventeenth of April. You will be compensated for any expenses.
Sincerely,
Uncle Roderick Riley.
*****
The engine rattled and began coughing. He swore at the device under his breath and pulled off to the side of the road. He turned off the engine, got out, and lifted the hood.
He tinkered with the engine for a while, until he heard a voice behind him. "Need some help?"
He jerked up suddenly, bashing his head on the hood of the car. "Ow!" He backed up a step and straightened up again, turning around.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to surprise you. Are you okay?" The stranger asked.
Richard felt the back of his head. "No blood, so I guess so." He held out his hand. "I'm Richard, but you can call me Rick. And you are?"
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