Post by Andy Bellefleur on Aug 20, 2009 22:19:30 GMT -5
Name: Andy Bellefleur
Age: Not certain, but in his 30's…ish
Brief History: Although Andy doesn't know this, he's a long descendant of Bill Compton's. Andy was born in Bon Temps, alongside his sister, Portia and the two grew up in a house that was about ready to crumble down to bits due to lack of money. He always knew he wanted to be a detective, he could figure out who took his lunch money (which was usually Portia) when he was little and he could trace the cheerios back to his sister's room when they went missing, a true detective at heart, huh? At school, he considered himself some kind of a hotshot because he could uncover any secret in the school, but this didn't mean he was actually cool. In fact, he always had a way of ruining his own reputation. When he was old enough, he became a detective of the Parish Sheriff department under Sheriff Bud Dearborn. He didn't have a partner other than Alcee, who accompanied him for witness and suspect questioning. He's quite a loner since his ways simply repel women. Since he doesn't have that much money with his sister and their mama, he tries hard to make a living to support the family and acts a lot more rich than what he really is.
Personality: Andy's a bit of a…how do you word it…an idiot with a badge. He's got every crime worked out perfectly in his head, who did it, how, when and such, only problem is, he's usually wrong. While he really tries to be a good detective, he just stumbles over himself plenty of times to try and figure out what to do in certain situations. What the other cops in the Parish sheriff department don't realize is that Andy has seen quite a bit of things that no one else has seen. He tends to sniff out trouble and then place himself right in the middle of it with no Plan B. His major vice is drinking. While he's learned how to keep this under control, lately, his constant embarrassment drives him to drink more and more and then embarrass himself even more. He's seen more in this lifetime than he wants to, but everyone just thinks he's a kook.
What do you have planned for this character? ARRESTS! Haha, that is, of course, if that is allowed. I want to have him as the law so he kind of tries to step in where the law is needed.
Have you read the books? Yes I have, but I'm not quite done with them yet, but I am keeping up with True Blood on HBO! Every Sunday night, whoot whoot!
Name three facts about your cannon
1. He is Bill Compton's secret great great great grandson
2. He's an alcoholic
3. He recognizes THAT PIG
Sample RP:
"PIG!" Andy Bellefleur shouted as he went running through the woods. The man had forgotten to leave his beer at the bar and he did not look that happy that his Coors Light, deemed 'the piss beer', was spilling all over his new trousers! Still, that pig had been at Maryann's creepy lusty party, been at that place where Sam was almost killed and somewhere else…but his mind was buzzing too much with the alcohol to really think it through. "Pig! How can you run so faaaaaaaaaaast?" he asked, slurring the last bit from the alcohol and the exhaustion of running. Weren't pigs supposed to be slow? People told him all the time that he ran like a pig, but that was a flat out LIE! Because clearly, this pig is a WHOLE lot faster than him.
After about a five minute chase, he sat down on a log, heaving an ho'ing. Why'd he have to force down those mashed potatoes? He knew he was full after the steak! When he regained his breath, he took another sip of his beer, unable to realize that the darn thing was actually empty. His shirt was hanging out of his trousers and his belt had been unbuckled to allow the gut of his belly to jut out comfortably after a long night of eating and drinking. What little hair he had was tossed and turned around and his polished shoes that he would wear to work now had dirt and mud all over them. "Alright, Pig! You may have gotten me-"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?" A familiarly unpleasant voice roared from behind him. Low and behold, his sister had come to rescue her drunk brother.
"Did you see a pig?" he heaved.
"When Tara called me to say, to put it as she said it, 'you was being a fool tonight', I never thought I'd find you out here chasing a pig of all things!" she bellowed. "Get in the car, I better not hear about this at work tomorrow."
"But there really was-"
"NOW!" And with that, Andy's match with the pig had to be postponed, yet again...
Age: Not certain, but in his 30's…ish
Brief History: Although Andy doesn't know this, he's a long descendant of Bill Compton's. Andy was born in Bon Temps, alongside his sister, Portia and the two grew up in a house that was about ready to crumble down to bits due to lack of money. He always knew he wanted to be a detective, he could figure out who took his lunch money (which was usually Portia) when he was little and he could trace the cheerios back to his sister's room when they went missing, a true detective at heart, huh? At school, he considered himself some kind of a hotshot because he could uncover any secret in the school, but this didn't mean he was actually cool. In fact, he always had a way of ruining his own reputation. When he was old enough, he became a detective of the Parish Sheriff department under Sheriff Bud Dearborn. He didn't have a partner other than Alcee, who accompanied him for witness and suspect questioning. He's quite a loner since his ways simply repel women. Since he doesn't have that much money with his sister and their mama, he tries hard to make a living to support the family and acts a lot more rich than what he really is.
Personality: Andy's a bit of a…how do you word it…an idiot with a badge. He's got every crime worked out perfectly in his head, who did it, how, when and such, only problem is, he's usually wrong. While he really tries to be a good detective, he just stumbles over himself plenty of times to try and figure out what to do in certain situations. What the other cops in the Parish sheriff department don't realize is that Andy has seen quite a bit of things that no one else has seen. He tends to sniff out trouble and then place himself right in the middle of it with no Plan B. His major vice is drinking. While he's learned how to keep this under control, lately, his constant embarrassment drives him to drink more and more and then embarrass himself even more. He's seen more in this lifetime than he wants to, but everyone just thinks he's a kook.
What do you have planned for this character? ARRESTS! Haha, that is, of course, if that is allowed. I want to have him as the law so he kind of tries to step in where the law is needed.
Have you read the books? Yes I have, but I'm not quite done with them yet, but I am keeping up with True Blood on HBO! Every Sunday night, whoot whoot!
Name three facts about your cannon
1. He is Bill Compton's secret great great great grandson
2. He's an alcoholic
3. He recognizes THAT PIG
Sample RP:
"PIG!" Andy Bellefleur shouted as he went running through the woods. The man had forgotten to leave his beer at the bar and he did not look that happy that his Coors Light, deemed 'the piss beer', was spilling all over his new trousers! Still, that pig had been at Maryann's creepy lusty party, been at that place where Sam was almost killed and somewhere else…but his mind was buzzing too much with the alcohol to really think it through. "Pig! How can you run so faaaaaaaaaaast?" he asked, slurring the last bit from the alcohol and the exhaustion of running. Weren't pigs supposed to be slow? People told him all the time that he ran like a pig, but that was a flat out LIE! Because clearly, this pig is a WHOLE lot faster than him.
After about a five minute chase, he sat down on a log, heaving an ho'ing. Why'd he have to force down those mashed potatoes? He knew he was full after the steak! When he regained his breath, he took another sip of his beer, unable to realize that the darn thing was actually empty. His shirt was hanging out of his trousers and his belt had been unbuckled to allow the gut of his belly to jut out comfortably after a long night of eating and drinking. What little hair he had was tossed and turned around and his polished shoes that he would wear to work now had dirt and mud all over them. "Alright, Pig! You may have gotten me-"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?" A familiarly unpleasant voice roared from behind him. Low and behold, his sister had come to rescue her drunk brother.
"Did you see a pig?" he heaved.
"When Tara called me to say, to put it as she said it, 'you was being a fool tonight', I never thought I'd find you out here chasing a pig of all things!" she bellowed. "Get in the car, I better not hear about this at work tomorrow."
"But there really was-"
"NOW!" And with that, Andy's match with the pig had to be postponed, yet again...
