Post by Issac Hanson on May 21, 2013 19:58:08 GMT -8
General Information
Character's Name: Issac Hanson
Age:32
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Birthplace: San Francisco, Earth
Rank: Civilian
Department: Civilian Services; Bar manager
Face Claim:Tom Waits
Appearance
Height: 5'11"
Weight:145 lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
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Personality
A quiet person and listener by trade but naturally a friendly and outgoing person. Issac has learned in his line of work to keep his private life private talking very little about himself. He does have an odd sense of humor sticking to the odd ends of jokes, usually taking what shots when he can with an odd like for puns. He tends to be down to earth, and quiet the charmer when it calls for it usually when he could use a few more tips. There are moments where his tongue escapes him and he speaks without thought or restriction it is during these moments he seems to be rather poetic.
History
Born and raised San Francisco Issac was always a bit of a trouble maker, he soon outgrew that phase once he discovered a passion for music. While his parents tried to push him into a better direction of academics and even space fleet. His father being a rather big buff not being able to make it in himself he pushed it onto Issac. It would be a short while before Issac would drop out of school and Star fleet Academy it was then he lost contact with his parents. He spent his time practicing piano and guitar soon to perform in bars as soon as he was allowed in, picking up all the bad habits of drinking, smoking and women. The next few years would be drinking and preforming before he found himself as the owner and bartender of the one bar he played at as the owner died. While the new shift of responsibility did cause him slow down it did not stop him from living the life he had come to enjoy. It would only take a few years before Issac heard from his mother a letter saying his father has passed. The one line that stuck in his head was when his mother wrote "Dispite his anger he was proud of you, you became your own man and he was proud of that." Issac wouldn't keep the note he would leave it on the counter as he closed the bar headed towards Star fleet headquarters; although it was a bit late to become a cadet he figured he could at least listen to his father once in his life.
Sample Role Play
A man in a black suit and hat stood outside the doors of Star fleet headquarters, he would inhale deeply taking one last long drag on his cigarette gathering his nerves as he exhaled. Placing a hand on the handle he would push and walk in the extinguished butt of the cigarette still in his mouth; it would feel like an eternity walking to the counter. "Excuse me" Issac said in a voice warped by years of drinking and smoking
"I'd, I'd like a job on one of your ships.....Preferably a bartender gig."
The woman behind the eyes looked up at him from behind her glasses, leaning to the side she picked up a stack of papers. Issac looked at the woman then the papers grabbing them slowly patting his chest pocket for a pen only to find more cigarettes.
"Uh do you have a pen?" he asked moving his hand in the air as if he hand a pen the woman just pointed to a cup full of pens.
Issac nodded and grumbled in thanks grabbing the pen and walking to one of the chairs against the wall. Inhaling on the cigarette but out of habit as he flipped through and filled out the forms, when finished he placed the papers on the desk.
"I assume you'll call...or...?" He would start to speak only to be met with that glare from that woman, he would nod before leaving the building heading back to his bar.
The next few days would seem to fly by for Issac forgetting about the papers he filled out all together, being reminded by a call it was that same woman from before informing him about his new job on a ship called the USS Nike. The one comment that made him worry was that there was no smoking real cigarettes on the ship. He had heard about the electronic kind but never bothered to try them.
"Now's a better time than any" he would grumble scratching his chin.
He had a few days to get ready in that time he made sure the bar had a viable replacement, pack his suits and guitar making sure to pick up some of those electronic cigarettes. Walking past the doors of the headquarters he would smile at the woman holding up the pack of the 'fake' cigarettes all she would do is point him in the right direction. His eyes would dart side to side as he walked by people in uniform, he felt a bit out of place with his Suit and fedora. Issac would stop dead in his tracks, his eyes on the ship that was going to be his new. Placing his guitar on the ground he pulled out an E-cigarette, cupping his hands to light it realizing it doesn't need one. Taking in a deep drag he would exhale slowly before picking up the case and continue to the ship.
Family and Relationships
- Zia Hanson (father) Deceased
- Alice Hanson (Mother)
