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Post by quasi on Mar 5, 2012 2:00:30 GMT -4
Name: Randall Boggs Gender: Male Age: 27 Grade: Teacher - Professor of mechanics and mathematics, drama sub, chemistry sub Birthday: October 19 Hometown: The Bronx, New York Sexuality: Bisexual (not that he's really aware of that) Playby: Paul Bettany Canon Character Randall Boggs
Mirror Mirror On the Wall Skin tone: Very, very fair; prone to freckling, flushing and burning at the drop of a hat. Hair: Short, white-blonde, slightly spiky. Eyes Green Height: 6’2 Weight: 145 Body Type: Extremely slim and lanky Other Faint, old scars on neck and hands
Who I Am Inside Likes: - winning - inspiring fear - coffee - trad jazz - blues - engines and mechanics - plotting - 1940s detective dramas - Scotch whisky - dry, subtle humour - cities - cold, clear weather - purple - tricking people - looking clever - the colour purple - the New Yorker - smoking - recognition and praise Dislikes: - people in general - anything less than 1st place - self-righteousness - kids - stupidity - mediocrity - popular culture - sweets - early mornings - people who misuse punctuation - small, yappy dogs - vain women - being insulted - talkative people - admitting he was wrong - losing control - the American south Strengths: Smart, highly skilled and knowledgeable, creative, determined, a good actor, resourceful
Weaknesses: Proud, jealous, nasty, a bully, self-destructive, lonely Fears: Failure, not being respected, not being as wholly remarkable as he likes to think he is. Personality: It’s hard to understate the size, and fragility, of Randall’s ego. A prouder or more competitive person may not exist on the planet. A braggart and a show-off, Randall loves an audience and will never shirk an opportunity to prove his own abilities, preferably while making someone else look bad. He’s quick to criticize and correct others, but when anyone else criticizes him or beats him at anything, he practically attacks them. He will tell himself anything to keep from accepting that anyone might be better at something than him. Anything he’s not good at, he’ll generally dismiss as pointless and not worth his attention. He’s a perfectionist, a neat freak, and a workaholic of dangerous proportions. This hard work, combined with a shrewd intelligence, make him good at most anything he tries, including math, science, literature, tech, and several forms of art. Randall is a bully. His automatic reaction is to be rude to everyone he meets, and his treatment of you thereafter will be based on your reaction. If he senses vulnerability, he’ll use it to make himself look more powerful. He has a knack for finding people’s weak spots and using those weak spots to abuse, bully and control his victims. The only way you can possibly get along with Randall is to strike the perfect balance- to be neither threatening, nor vulnerable. Do that, and he might just tolerate you enough to consider you a friend- but that hasn’t happened many times before. With people he actually likes and trusts, Randall can allow himself to be a bit more vulnerable and ‘imperfect’, but committing to be his friend still isn’t easy, because he’s an angry, bitter person in general. As a result, he’s had very few true friends over the course of his life.
Where I Began Mother: Shawna Boggs Father: Unknown Siblings: None Other Relatives: None Pets: None Friends: Not many. Randall grew up around ‘the wrong crowd’, but he’s always been a loner. History: Randall was born in a bad neighbourhood in the Bronx. His mother, Shawna Boggs, was third-generation Irish, poor, emotionally unstable, and an on-and-off alcoholic and, when her situation demanded, a stripper. She had no idea who Randall’s father was. It would be unfair to say that Shawna Boggs was abusive, or even particularly unkind, but she wasn’t mother material. Randall’s early life was unsettled, and everything seemed beyond his control. There were long periods, seemingly at random, when his mother seemed to lose all awareness of everything around her, or even disappeared for days on end. Since he could never count on her, Randall was never close to his mother, and after not very long he began to draw away from her and spend most of his time alone. She had no control over him. Shawna regretted her neglect and irresponsibility, so much that she couldn’t bring herself to punish his bad behaviour, and he grew up mean and petty.
At school, he was undeniably brilliant, but violent, angry, openly disrespectful and friendless. After a long rivalry with a classmate, Randall started (and subsequently lost) a fistfight that got him expelled from his first high school, and went through a relatively lawless period during which it seemed likely he’d wind up a petty criminal, but in the end, he was simply too smart for that. He finished high school with good enough marks to get him a scholarship at McGill University in an engineering program, where he excelled. At university he also got into drama, which has, thus far, probably been the only positive thing in his life.
He definitely never wanted to be a teacher – even if he hadn’t hated children with a passion, Randall always had bigger plans. He sees teaching as a very temporarily solution to his main problem of having no money at all. During his one year here, teaching chemistry, mechanics and drama, he’s earned the reputation of being the Academy’s answer to Severus Snape – not a prof to cross. Not many people know about the fairly successful theatre career he’s managed to keep alive this whole time – his stagework is his double life.
A Little Bit About Me Alias: Linny Age: 19 Contacts Pm me, s’il vous plait Birthday Jan 10th How did you find us? Google, oddly enough. Time Zone Eastern. Writing Sample:
Randall was totally relaxed. Totally ready. He’d never been more comfortable in his life.
Yeah, right.
Opening night, and he’d been downing Rolaids for half an hour. Randall and stress were old buddies, but this was worse than normal, worse even than most opening nights. He hadn’t eaten, for fear of making the ulcer worse. His hands were shaking, and for once it wasn’t from caffeine. He’d been dying for this part, and now, after two months of rigorous rehearsal and preparation, he was determined to make the absolute most of it, whatever the cost. It wasn’t just enough to play it right; it had to be perfect. His gestures had to be fluid, his voice had to carry perfectly, all of it had to convey tremendous expression. He had to be the one the audience’s eyes were glued to. He had to be the one who carried it all to excellence. Fortunately, that wouldn’t be too difficult, because the role was tailor-made for him. Paul was charming, confidant, sly, angry, something of a monster in the end. Paul was the kind of guy who burned down a building full of people and then walked casually into a café and taught the waitress how to make a Rueben’s sandwich. Randall knew he had that hatred and that coldness in him, that he could bring it out and show it to the audience.
He shook the tension out of his hands. Randall prided himself on being a physical actor, fluid and expressive and totally at home on a stage. No stiffness. He breathed deep, and turned to glare at himself in the mirror. Paul was supposed to look like a young, ambitious businessman during his time off. A white button-up shirt, casually untucked, emphasized his long, lean frame, and was topped by a loose green tie. Dark grey pinstripe dress pants. They’d given him herbal cigarettes to smoke onstage, which was just one more thing to think about; they reminded him so much of the real thing that it was making him crave them again, but at least he would actually look like he knew how to smoke, unlike most of the young actors you saw. But… he wasn’t quite handsome enough for the part. That was the only problem. He’d never liked his face; it was pale and angular, sharp-looking, loose-lipped, with heavy lines under his eyes. The product of trying to juggle a normal job with a lead in a large-scale show. Someday, he promised himself. Someday soon he would be shot of the idiotic teaching gig and his life would begin in earnest.
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Post by Hatter on Mar 6, 2012 0:08:16 GMT -4
I tip my hat in excited welcome. You have been accepted. Suite 106 has been assigned to you to live in. You are currently living alone although that could change quite soon. You have also been assigned office 101C as your office space. Don't forget to claim your face and character. Welcome to Yen Sid Academy! Enjoy your stay. (I hope you feel welcome. We are glad to have you).
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