Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 2:30:34 GMT
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The Basics
Name: Samuel DeSoto
Nickname/Other names: Sam, Sammy, Samo
Gender: "Well, if my birth certificate isn't a forgery, I'm pretty sure I'm of the male persuasion. If not, I'll get back to you on that."
Age: 21
Hometown: New York City, New York.
Canon: Sam & Max: Freelance Police
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Chris Pratt
Appearance: Boy, this whole "shift" thing is a relief! Back where he's from people are always surprised to see a six foot talking dog, but here? Well, heck, being a considerably tall talking human is less offensive I guess! But height aside, Sam's really not too big on his appearance. To put it in his own words, "I'm more unfazed about my looks than a convicted serial killer in a court room". The perks which come from being overly laid back as more often than not you'll see Sam with untrimmed facial hair, uncombed hair, and if you're lucky, a few food stains here and there on his clothes. Not that he tries to make a habit out of looking like a slob since he realizes that you do need to clean up every once in awhile, but it isn't like he's out to impress anyone. He's also got a bit of chub on him with his weight problem always being something that has plagued him (darn this sweet tooth!), but it isn't too noticeable. As for his choice of attire? Heh, nothing beats an old suit and tie, don't you think?
Personality:
Sam's a complicated puzzle wrapped in a tin foiled enigma! Not that there's really anything overly mysterious or interesting about him, but one could easily be confused of who they're interacting with when it comes to a guy who uses complex terminology in his sentences, multiple references that can easily go over your head, and often changing the subject with no real reason. He's an oddball in that sort, but it doesn't bother him.
Sam also has a tendency to be over observant of everything around him whether it be people's appearances or his own surroundings, but it's a trait he can't help seeing as how deduction and problem solving has been his forte for years. But his overall attitude counteracts that as it's very rare that you ever see Sam showing any hostility or negativity, preferring a more optimistic, stress-free outlook on life. Though it's not anything out of the norm for him to speak of anything that's violent or morbid, but it's often spoken in a light-hearted way as crazy as that sounds.
Depending on who you are, one other trait of Sam's can be seen as amusing or annoying. He has a habit of almost always having an answer for everything. Say for instance, someone comments on the weather. If you're not prepared to hear a long-winded comment about how the sun gives "ocular damage the likes of which your corneas will file a lawsuit" or how the rain is "God's answer to boosting umbrella sales", juuuust...try to keep in mind Sam's not a bad guy, and he really does mean well!
The Basics
Name: Samuel DeSoto
Nickname/Other names: Sam, Sammy, Samo
Gender: "Well, if my birth certificate isn't a forgery, I'm pretty sure I'm of the male persuasion. If not, I'll get back to you on that."
Age: 21
Hometown: New York City, New York.
Canon: Sam & Max: Freelance Police
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Chris Pratt
Appearance: Boy, this whole "shift" thing is a relief! Back where he's from people are always surprised to see a six foot talking dog, but here? Well, heck, being a considerably tall talking human is less offensive I guess! But height aside, Sam's really not too big on his appearance. To put it in his own words, "I'm more unfazed about my looks than a convicted serial killer in a court room". The perks which come from being overly laid back as more often than not you'll see Sam with untrimmed facial hair, uncombed hair, and if you're lucky, a few food stains here and there on his clothes. Not that he tries to make a habit out of looking like a slob since he realizes that you do need to clean up every once in awhile, but it isn't like he's out to impress anyone. He's also got a bit of chub on him with his weight problem always being something that has plagued him (darn this sweet tooth!), but it isn't too noticeable. As for his choice of attire? Heh, nothing beats an old suit and tie, don't you think?
Personality:
Sam's a complicated puzzle wrapped in a tin foiled enigma! Not that there's really anything overly mysterious or interesting about him, but one could easily be confused of who they're interacting with when it comes to a guy who uses complex terminology in his sentences, multiple references that can easily go over your head, and often changing the subject with no real reason. He's an oddball in that sort, but it doesn't bother him.
Sam also has a tendency to be over observant of everything around him whether it be people's appearances or his own surroundings, but it's a trait he can't help seeing as how deduction and problem solving has been his forte for years. But his overall attitude counteracts that as it's very rare that you ever see Sam showing any hostility or negativity, preferring a more optimistic, stress-free outlook on life. Though it's not anything out of the norm for him to speak of anything that's violent or morbid, but it's often spoken in a light-hearted way as crazy as that sounds.
Depending on who you are, one other trait of Sam's can be seen as amusing or annoying. He has a habit of almost always having an answer for everything. Say for instance, someone comments on the weather. If you're not prepared to hear a long-winded comment about how the sun gives "ocular damage the likes of which your corneas will file a lawsuit" or how the rain is "God's answer to boosting umbrella sales", juuuust...try to keep in mind Sam's not a bad guy, and he really does mean well!
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Right Up to that Key Moment
History: You ever watch that show "Starsky & Hutch", and think to yourself, "Man, I'd like to have a kinship like that!"?. Nope. You're probably just thinking to yourself, "Why's this dork talking about Starsky & Hutch?". In any case, that's exactly the type of partnership Sam and Max has always had...except with less jive! Since the two were knee high to a grasshopper, Sam, an Irish Wolfhound with a warped sense of justice, and his overly hyperactive, violent, three foot "lagomorph" sidekick, Max, were attached to the hip, both sharing a love of crime-fighting, interfering in interdimensional taboos, and cracking witty jokes to the delight of nobody!
Though his past outside of a few memories where his rabbit sidekick acted as his insurance policy when it came to a few schoolyard bullies is a little fuzzy, Sam's present has been more prominently shown. Working full-time as a vigilante or a profession he affectionately dubs as "Freelance Police", it was a job meant to protect the innocent from any petty crime such as a purse snatching, a cat stuck in a tree, or angry bill collectors, but life and all it's complexities weren't enough to make it that easy! When it comes to the likes of stopping Abraham Lincoln from causing widespread mayhem through Washington, D.C., or going to Hell to stop a soul-stealing scheme, you can bet that Sam & Max: Freelance Police are on the case! Or...were rather considering these recent circumstances, but we can only hope a little inconvenience can't completely ruin a friendship that's lasted longer than a syndicated court room television show!
Key Moment: Nobody ever said space travel was easy peezy lemon squeezy! While dealing with an intergalactic nemesis plot, Sam and Max in their DeSoto Adventurer, took a little detour through a wormhole hoping for a shortcut to their destination. Never trust anything that has the word 'hole' in it!
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Things were...quiet. Too quiet for his liking anyway. Yeah, it's funny how after dealing with the supernatural time and time again that the feeling of boredom would sink in rather than relief, but what else was there to look forward to other than the shrill shrieks coming from Max whenever he tried to see how many cockroach shells he could fit inside his eyelids? A question that struck Sam as he idly sat behind his desk tuning his banjo while Max was onto roach four or six. He honestly lost count after a stream of pain-ridden expletives coming from his plucky sidekick had derailed his train of thought which he would assure you left a train wreck the likes of which a retired conductor has ever seen! Roach shells and wrecks aside, all was quaint up until their phone began to ring. A sure sign of excitement to come as Max immediately stopped what he was doing, and frantically leaped towards the direction of their rotary phone!
"I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT I--!"
*SPLAT!*
"OOOMPH!"
...Only to land directly head first onto the desk causing a small indent in the wood. Not seemingly concerned over his pal's wound which he would surely get over in a millisecond, Sam nonchalantly placed the receiver to his ear.
"Yes? Yes? No! Yes? Uh-huh. Holy yellow-bellied mother of an ocean dwelling cephalopod! We're on our way!"
"What is it, Sam?! Was someone touched by an angel?!"
"Not unless that angel has a bad case of obsessive compulsive disorder, little buddy. That was the Commissioner. Apparently, General Skunkape's plugged the Intergalactic Laundromat's washing machines with Susan B. Anthony coins, and now people are having trouble making acceptable transactions to clean their clothes."
"*GASP!* The fiend! Doesn't he know the jagged edges are too big to correctly fit through the coin slot? They were never meant to be used that way! If we don't fix those machines, my underpants are going to chafe for weeks!"
"If only you wore underpants in the first place."
"You seem to underestimate the strength of alien clothing detergent, Sam. So soft and smooth, it feels like I'm wearing nothing at all!"
Tilting his head in order to get a good look of his pal's seemingly invisible undergarments, much to his surprise there was indeed a loose tag sticking from his behind.
"Huh. Fruits of Our Labor. Thought they discontinued that brand years ago after those complaints of irritating waistband rash! But this discussion of proper skincare will have to wait. We have a slot to unplug!"
"Yuck! Unintentional double entendres!"
Aaaand faster than you can say 'funky cold medina', the anamorphic duo swooped into action as the two sprinted out of their office building, and hopped into their automechanical death trap that was their DeSoto Adventurer which had let out an unsettling squeaking noise the second the two sat down in their leather seats. Ignoring that cry for necessary car maintenance for the time being, Sam turned the keys in the ignition, and slammed his foot on the gas allowing for their car to hover into the skies above where air depletion was imminent!
Luckily, this wasn't the duo's first space rodeo as they huffed and puffed into brown paper bags once the sure signs of lost air pressure began to arise, and drove around until it was safe to breathe. Once that awkward feeling of wanting to pass out like a nerd having second thoughts about asking out the apple of his eye, they were now free to locate the correct route to the laundromat! If...they could find it, of course! It was hard to tell when you have a cluster of meteors and a galaxy full of tourists obstructing your view from each turn. Frustrated, Sam popped open the dashboard, and scrambled through until he eventually found a map. One which he unfortunately couldn't read heads or tails of!
"Great Christmas Eve! I knew I should've got one of those GPS' that fellow in the 4 A.M. infomercials was talking about. Darn my overbearing need to cling onto the past..."
"Ha! I bet you don't even know they make pizza with cheese baked into the crust now!"
"Well, I'll be a dairy farmer's criminal justice lawyer."
"Who needs a stinkin' map when you can take a risk with one of THESE?"
Squinting, Sam turned his direction over to where Max was pointing, and in clear view was a swirling blue and pink hue sucking in anything that went in it's path. Obviously, it was one of those wormholes he didn't bother to pay attention to during one of his science courses in college, but boy, did the colors remind him of cotton candy! Mmmm, cotton candy...
"A wormhole? Gee, little buddy, I don't know. I'm not too keen to trusting anything in the hole variety. Except donut and gopher holes!"
"Oh, come on, Sam! What's the worst that could happen? We'll either end up somewhere else or risk crushed into tiny pieces as we scream bloody murder in excruciating, agonizing pain!"
"Well, when you put it like that, those odds don't seem too bad! After all, you can't play a game of Russian Roulette without pulling the trigger!"
...What an odd way of describing a risk. Nevertheless, it was one Sam was willing to make against his better judgment as he immediately did a complete U-Turn on the path he was going, and floored it towards the wormhole! As you would've probably expected, it was a mistake of epic proportions as the DeSoto was sucked right in, and swirled into a spiral of which resembled that of a toilet's flush!
"WHOOOOOOOOA!"
...And then came Sam's life flashing before his eyes!
"Gee, that was quite a pickle we've gotten ourselves in, little buddy! Jar pun not intended."
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Until you look through your home movies, and you have to deal with the oozing scab we call regret."
"Maybe it wasn't the best idea to have Hibachi Night at an aquarium."
"You think if we buy a timeshare in Orlando, they won't sue?"
Thankfully, the trip down memory lane didn't last long, and the moment Sam had opened his eyes, that motion sickness-fueled roller coaster ride had come to an abrupt end! But there was more to be thankful of due to the fact that Max wasn't kidding that the odds were they would both end up somewhere else instead of crushed! No longer was his DeSoto floating around in space, but it seemed to be parked in a vacant lot. Groaning as he attempted to regain his composure over that whole ordeal, his eyes scanned his surroundings until he noticed something was a little off here. Where...where did the fur on his hands go?
"...Jumping Jack 'n' Jill going down a trash heap hill! This doesn't seem right..."
"Sir! Sir, are you alright?"
Turning his attention off his furless hands, Sam looked over as a woman approached his vehicle sensing that she had genuine concern over his sudden confusion. Nodding to her question, he patted around until he successfully unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Dandier than a victim of a car accident without insurance! But could you do me a favor, and get me the number of the guy who gave me this bikini wax? I think I'd like a refund..."
"...Uhm, about that...I can explain everything if you're willing to listen."
Member Name: Chocopuff
Member Age: 20
Other Characters: None...yet!
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: First off, I'd like to apologize for the length of that sample post! If I'm accepted, I'll be sure to make those less lengthy. Just wanted to make it entertaining while also showcasing some of Sam's personality. Name's Choco, I've been roleplaying since I was 14ish, and I have a veeery unhealthy obsession with cartoons with some of my favorite stuff coming from the works of John K. and Ralph Bakshi. Can't wait to roleplay with you guys if this application is deemed acceptable!
