Re: Newbie!!

Haha, i like the profile!
Welcome Dimitri!
-Onion / Seymour Niples
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Andy Longman"
<sirlagerlot@d...> wrote:
> Yo yo..
>
> say your G'mornings
>
> Character Name: Dimitri Vladivar
> Gender: Male
> Age: 25
> Nationality: Russian
> Department: security
> Job Title: Bar supervision/Pilot
> Player/NPC? active
>
>
> Physical Appearance
> Dimitri is not a tall man at 5'9", covered in a very clean uniform
> (spilt spirits can have their advantages) that are almost out
shined
> by the bright reflection from his jack boots, again an alcohol
> related ability where dribbling can have its pay offs. At least
they
> would have if his clothing, boots, mussed up just got up scraggy
> black hair and every pore on his body were not 120% proof. That
> being a good day. His one redeeming features are his piercing blue
> eyes and a strange affection for his large black handle bar
> mustache, he obviously cares more for that than anything else
about
> his person. Except maybe vodka.....maybe.
>
>
> Personality and Interests
> Dimitri's interests are very few and simple and rank in the
> following order. Drinking, fighting, drinking, fighting and women.
> Although his vodka goggles are quite legendary amongst those who
> have met him for his ability to think that he has some sort of
> possible chance with the most attractive of women. This usually
> results in some violence and his settling for something a little
> less than average. And thats a good night. Dimitris personality
> depends upon what time of day it is generally. In the morning an
> angry female tiger weighing in at 28 stones of killing machine
would
> be well advised to keep well away from him, after all this time is
> for sleeping off the hangover, the one he's had and proud to have
> kept going for almost 15 years since that chemistry lesson he
learnt
> to distill in. The happiest day of his life. On the rare occasion
> Dimitri is going to be personable is that quagmire when he has
> eaten, played with his vodka still is is nicely pissed, it is at
> this time, usually until 8p.m. that he will a pleasant and
> personable man to be around, twirling his mustache proudly and
> laughing as only a Russian can, but then that all changes when he
> decides its time to knock off early and drink to mother
> Russia.....at this point people generally just agree with him as
> there is usually no blood in his alcohol stream and so when he
> decides to fight he does so without feeling any pain whatsoever,
> until he wakes up in the afternoon.
>
> History
> Dimitri is not a stupid man, nor is he terribly unfit, well not
> until he left the space core where he served as a combat pilot.
> Dimitri served with distinction in several arenas of combat
> including the great McDonalds Pizza Hut wars of mars having
clocked
> up more flight time and combat kills than any other pilot. The
only
> problem is that half the time the vodka kept him from seeing quite
> what he was doing until he fell asleep with the autopilot on
taking
> him round in circles. He used to be called the buzzard by his wing
> mates, mainly for his habit of circling around a fight and
suddenly
> falling upon the hapless enemy. Dimitri was not being brave doing
> this either. He just kept falling onto the stick and diving down
> with all guns blazing, and anything else he had managed to land on
> the right button for. This did once involve his flying through a
> McDonalds fly through and depositing a small nuclear missile at
the
> pay toll while somehow managing to order himself some large fries
> and an empty cup, superiors suspected he had lot his cup. But his
> performance outweighed the fact that his survival package
consisted
> of a vodka still and one steel cup, as opposed to med kits and
spare
> parts etc. This was until he managed to perform the diving attack
of
> unconsciousness upon what he thought was the enemy. It turned out
to
> be the commanders wife, you could tell by the way the truck leant
to
> one side at 35 degrees angle. Following the incident Dimitri was
> gladly greeted by a gloriously happy commander who handed him a
> bottle of the finest napoleon brandy saluted him and then had him
> him court marshaled under a space core directive he never could
> quite remember. He seems to remember something about the commander
> going AWOL after ordering the women on the base to an undisclosed
> location. Finding himself a slightly drunk war hero Dimitri then
> decided to go in search of work and found himself in several
> different jobs loosing a succession of them to charges of piloting
a
> gunboat while drunk. He knew the traffic cops on first name basis
> and was always the star of the show when asked to space walk along
> the white line at the side of the asteroid. Eventually Dimitri was
> flicking through the offenses book and noticed a speeding ticket
> issued to the blue dwarf, one hell of an achievement for something
> that big he thought and so signed up to go and join the crew,
where
> better to perfect his vodka, where better to do as little as
> drunkenly possible, and maybe do some flying while he was at it.
> Besides, even his vodka couldn't blow a large green flame filled
> hole in the side of something that big could it? It would survive
> anyway he thought. Dimitri is actually a very good pilot, VERY
good
> having once been offered the chance to be a space core flight
> instructor. He had also been offered the positions of traffic
> control pilot and space parking warden. These he had turned down
out
> of base principle and a belief that these persons were no longer
> part of humanity and actually alien invaders from an alternate
> dimension called 'an-nal'. This belief at least explained the
> numerous weapon test fires he conducted upon sight. And so
Dimitri,
> and an unidentified crate of something labeled "No fire near box,
> big boom" was shunted into a starbug and taken out to the blue
dwarf
> with orders to report to the captain for duty upon arrival and
> secure his lodgings with his new boss. He just hoped he didn't
burp
> again and knock anyone out with breath that meant he was actually
a
> flammable object, that or his vodka was nearing perfection he
> thought.
>
> Favourite Sayings
> *Proffering a suspicious cup* "Drink, forget problem" *Proffering
a
> suspicious cup* "Drink" *Proffering a suspicious cup* "Drink, feel
> better" *Proffering a suspicious cup* "Drink, smile more", a
moment
> later "Or fall" *While giving EVA orientation on his modified
space
> suit* "This is Russian space suit, no bells, only whistles"
Pausing
> to remember the rest "You hear whistle, come back inside, you have
> leak"