Post by matthew on Jan 13, 2013 19:05:26 GMT -5
Daniel Sykes
"If the solution has never been to look in yourself, how is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?"
"If the solution has never been to look in yourself, how is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?"
WELL HELLO THERE! I'M Matt AND I'M CURRENTLY 18! I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 9 years AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE. AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M CURRENTLY USING Jesse Metcalfe AS THE FACE OF MY CHARACTER! LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE Nonexistant!
the basics
character name : Daniel Matthew Sykes
nickname(s) : Dan, Matt, Matty
age : 26
date of birth : 4/11/1987
member group: Visitor
sexual orientation : Heterosexual
occupation : Police Officer, also on the local Special Response Team
the appearance
appearance : Standing at five feet, eleven inches - Daniel is on the taller side, but still unremarkable. He weighs in at one hundred and eighty two pounds, with corded and very visible muscles - a result of a lifelong passion for training. With ever short black hair and perceptive hazel eyes, Daniel doesn't exactly stand out from the others - but that doesn't bother him in the least.
play by ; Jesse Metcalfe
the personality
likes :
Helping People
A Good Day's Work
Reading
Scenery
dislikes :
Selfishness
Driving
Spicy Foods
The unpredictability of his job, and change in general
strengths :
Determined
Memory
Experienced
Patient
Emphatic
weaknesses :
Timidity
Pessimism
Jumpiness
Resistance to Change
Too Trusting
Clingy
personality : Seemingly cold and aloof, Daniel can seem an uncaring, unflappable individual when doing his job. Strictly professional at all times while on the job, Dan is in many ways a model law enforcement officer on the outside. Crisp, skilled, and never defiant of orders or questioning. He simply goes out there and does his duty to the best of his ability.
His demeanor changes when thrust into a social situation or other event when not in his 'work mode', however. Shy and timid in a social setting, he has a real problem getting to know people - often avoiding contact with others so he doesn't look like a fool. It's not as bad as it once was, but numerous gaffes and stuttering are still noticeable to this day around strangers. He's not outgoing nor social, and is quite happy to just stick with people he knows and is hesitant in more than one area of his life - fearful of the consequences taking risks might bring. In the game of risk vs. reward, the risk always outweighs the reward. A natural introvert, he can hide that aspect of him in his job very well, knowing exactly that if he doesn't it not only hurts himself but puts others in danger. Outside of work, however, his true colors fly.
He's a determined defeatist, believing that the worst outcome will always come to pass regardless of what he does, but he tries his damnest anyway because it's his job to do so. Because it's the right thing to do. Daniel has a strong sense of morality, and absolutely loves to take the criminals down - taking an almost sadistic pleasure in making sure the men and women who ruin other people's lives pay dearly for it.
the family life
partner : N/A
children : N/A
mother : Elizabeth Sykes, 51, Psychologist
father : Colton Sykes, 53, Police Lieutenant
siblings : Colton Sykes II, 22, Student
other significant relatives : N/A
history :
Daniel's early life was pretty standard. Got good grades, played football and track from middle school through his senior year of high school in his hometown of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His mother was a psychologist, and his father was a police officer and former member of the S.W.A.T. team in the Steel City. He played wide receiver, defensive back, and ran the 400 and 800 and their corresponding relay teams in track - making the state meet his junior and senior year in the 4x4 relay and the 800 individual, respectively.
He went to Penn State on both academic and athletic scholarships, running track and field for the Nittany Lions for virtually no cost to himself for three years - as in between taking extra classes and the courses he meticulously took his high school, he graduated early with a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. He kept his grades up, and for his last semester he did the Washington D.C. internship for his major, allowing him to intern for that time with a federal agency who picked his application and file from a pool. Daniel was picked by the Secret Service right out of college - serving in the Uniformed Division, the same part he worked with during his internship - which counted as federal work time to further pad his resume later on.
It was there he worked for the next five years, the last two and a half on the Emergency Response Team. He declined to extend his contract past that point, expressing the want to settle down. He put his name out there on a national level, and many police departments responded, wishing to interview. Eventually, Daniel decided on Hope Harbor, which had less pay than most comparable jobs, but offered great scenery, a quiet town, the perfect place to settle down, start a family. He took the job as an entry-level police officer early in the year, with the additional duties of a Special Response Team member guaranteed - with a good chance to make it to Sergeant in a short period of time as long as he proved himself capable. That, and the general picturesque area Hope Harbor resided in, was good enough for Daniel.
the sample post
A group meeting. Daniel was wondering how long it was going to take someone to get the guts to do something like this, and he was glad. He sure as hell didn't like being looked upon to make decisions, so it was great that someone else was doing it so he didn't feel forced to. He came, not because he wanted to, because he hated large social situations. But because he needed to, because damned if he trusted a whole bunch of scared civvies to do anything but cut each other's throats if there wasn't someone willing to thrash someone halfway to hell there to stop any action being made of harsh words.
Especially after his stalking abilities were found out, the ability to move through the forest and follow someone without their knowing - like he did with Everett, some other survivors started to respect him more. When he rescued some others, even more so. He had seen some of them watching him as he practiced his fencing outside the caves as well, and it pleased him. They knew he wasn't full of shit, everyone who knew him for more than two minutes knew it. Which would help.
He took a deep breath, gray eyes momentarily unfocused, and went inside the meeting area. He couldn't afford to let an anxiety attack plague him here. Not with so much at stake. Not now. There was plenty of time for it later. Here was where he would assert control if he had to, and help whoever he thought would be comfortable doing it full time achieve that. This split, lone wolf bullshit had to stop if they were going to survive. It just wasn't going to cut it. They needed clearly defined duties, or they were all screwed.
His scimitar was on his left hip, as always, secure in its leather scabbard with a leather sword belt. He was rarely without it, and if the group was going to fall apart tonight, he was at least going to have a hand in it.
He sat down, across from Alex on one of the logs, gray eyes intensely focused, matching her gaze.
"Good luck." were his only words. He didn't care who stepped up, as long as someone did and he didn't have to; though in the short quips people had said about this girl, he was surprised it was her that had the guts to do this, if it was her; and hopefully she didn't fuck things up for everyone here in the next hour or so. The last thing they needed was division and fearmongering. He rolled his powerful shoulders back, and closed his steel gray eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths. This was going to be hell, but it was necessary. He wasn't going to fall apart now.
Especially after his stalking abilities were found out, the ability to move through the forest and follow someone without their knowing - like he did with Everett, some other survivors started to respect him more. When he rescued some others, even more so. He had seen some of them watching him as he practiced his fencing outside the caves as well, and it pleased him. They knew he wasn't full of shit, everyone who knew him for more than two minutes knew it. Which would help.
He took a deep breath, gray eyes momentarily unfocused, and went inside the meeting area. He couldn't afford to let an anxiety attack plague him here. Not with so much at stake. Not now. There was plenty of time for it later. Here was where he would assert control if he had to, and help whoever he thought would be comfortable doing it full time achieve that. This split, lone wolf bullshit had to stop if they were going to survive. It just wasn't going to cut it. They needed clearly defined duties, or they were all screwed.
His scimitar was on his left hip, as always, secure in its leather scabbard with a leather sword belt. He was rarely without it, and if the group was going to fall apart tonight, he was at least going to have a hand in it.
He sat down, across from Alex on one of the logs, gray eyes intensely focused, matching her gaze.
"Good luck." were his only words. He didn't care who stepped up, as long as someone did and he didn't have to; though in the short quips people had said about this girl, he was surprised it was her that had the guts to do this, if it was her; and hopefully she didn't fuck things up for everyone here in the next hour or so. The last thing they needed was division and fearmongering. He rolled his powerful shoulders back, and closed his steel gray eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths. This was going to be hell, but it was necessary. He wasn't going to fall apart now.
