Lyra
11-06-2018, 07:18 PM
Name Archer Archie Kelker
Age 29
DOB August 15th
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Frizzy hair of a light shade of brown with a tinge of blonde at the root. Amber-colored irises with small hazelnut spots; his left eye is bigger than his right one owing to a badly treated insect bite in his pre-teens.
Height approximately between 178-180cm; he slouches a bit so it is not easy to tell. Average-built, strong shoulders with a prominent collar bone, toned arms from dead-lifting sacks of compost, lanky but interestingly attractive, deadly pale legs.
He works as the local private eye and consultant to the local police station. He’s very skilled and peculiar, the only child of a once famous detective who used to dream of becoming one too, until his role model turned out to be a fake. Now, he prefers to stay away from bureaucracy and focuses on his own means of catching the perpetrator. Although the city he lives in is not that big, it has a high crime rate and numerous inexplicable happenstances.
Personality
When Archie was only four years old he decided that Archer was a stupid name for a child, so he tried to legally change. He found himself at odds with the law when he found out that he had no individual rights; he was a child and as any child out there in the world, he existed only in his parents’ overbearing shadow. Since then, Archie has always had problems with authority. Law is necessary, he argues, but it needs just and objective rules and regulations, but the lawmakers and the law officer cannot be either just or objective. The people, he says, are the issue. He likes to think that he is capable of being fair-minded and impartial, but most of the time he finds himself reacting quite strongly to injustice. When he is working a case, he chooses not to interact with the victim's family members. Their sorrow might just cloud his judgment.
Archie prefers keeping to himself, that is why he has very few friends and allies. Nevertheless, he is very observant and outspoken when the situation calls for it. He loves animals although they do not take to him as much. He used to keep stray cats and dogs in the basement of his father's house until they flooded the upper floors as well.
He was never a good student, but he was a know-it-all when he wanted to be. His replies to his teachers' questions were always sarcastic and snippy, sometimes even humorous, but he seemed to frequent the principal's office just as much as the biggest bully in the school. During classes, he would read crime novels, horror stories, solve puzzles and play odd mind games with his childhood friend Daryl.
He believes in aliens and the supernatural, but he knows how to separate reality from fiction. He can be really competitive when he is provoked; sometimes it gets out of control. Most of the time he is very suspicious of others and judgy, sharp-tongued, and an expert in snappy one-liners. He is a clumsy overt flirt, but when he is not aware of it, he can be quite the talker.
Background
He lives with his father and maternal grandmother in a two-storey house that always feels empty. His grandmother owns a flower shop where he often helps out. His father used to be the town’s lead detective, once a great man, nowadays a limp drunk. His mother left them when he was fairly young to pursue a career in one of the bigger cities. She writes once a month, but no one ever writes back, not even her own mother. Archie has a faded memory of her, rarely takes out her photos to mourn, and pretends like she is just another stranger, although he always makes sure to read her letters.
When he was young, he had a friend called Daryl. They had done everything together and what they liked the most was spelunking in the nearby caves, camping, and venturing farther and farther into the woods. Archie used to dream about exploring the world, being just like Columbus, at the helm of a huge ship sailing and discovering new lands. When he found out that most of the lands had already been discovered, he petitioned to be moved to a remote unexplored planet. When he found out that was also not going to happen, he petitioned to shut down NASA.
Daryl always went along with Archie's ideas and crazy schemes. He had a younger sister who would always shadow them no matter what. Archie didn't like her tagging along, but she knew how to catch frogs, which Archie really wanted to learn, and climb tall trees. Unlike the boys, she was very athletic. He never did manage to catch any good frogs, though.
Back then, Archie's father was a well-respected detective and although they often quarreled, Archie admired him to no end. Nevertheless, when tragedy struck their city, the detective sunk into inner turmoil after failing to find a dozen missing children, including Daryl and Daryl's sister, Kathy. Archie searched for them too, for days on end, but there was no sign of them or the rest of the missing kids. There was a predator on the loose, a monster in human form, the townsfolk would whisper. The kids ventured too far outside the town into the outskirts and eventually the woods, and so he got them, they would say. Archie was at a sensitive age. He never got over their disappearance and tried for years to find them. His grandmother's toxic and overbearing behaviour struck fear of independence into his bones and the thought that Daryl and Kathy might come back one day may have led and may lead to Archie being stuck in the town perhaps forever.
Riddle Me This OOC (https://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=92460)
A large mass of dirt slid down the side of a mountain, towering over the city of Desver, in the early hours of a cold, cold morning. The entire town rose in shock, pointing fingers at the local miners for using explosive devices but no chemical traces were found in a five-hour long investigation. A local seismologist ruled it a quake-induced chain reaction and the police seconded it. Until an hour ago, when a lifeless body was dug up in the area, semi-decomposed, with a bullet hole between its eyes. It was then that Archer Kelker appeared at the crime scene. He wore his usual clothes: a hand-knitted, knee-length cardigan and a plain shirt underneath, baggy trousers, and suede shoes. His light brown hair was messy and wild but his amber-colored eyes radiated calmness and a sense of purpose.
He surveyed the scene. The wind was strong and the air was nippy. The landslide was not massive, by the looks of it, but that side of the mountain was prone to it. A couple of yards from the place there was a lake, he remembered, and a fisherman's cabin. He approached the coroner who was packing up the body neatly in a body bag. He wanted to take a closer look but one of the officers intercepted him,
"Sorry, Archie, can't let ye near. Detective's orders," the man wore a paunch and stank of doughnuts and cigarette smoke but he spoke with an air of confidence. Archie frowned and bit down hard on his lip, his brows furrowed, and he grunted a reply,
"Come on, Danny, I've done this before." he complained but the officer never wavered.
"Take it up with him. He's over there," the officer pointed at a man whose aura screamed 'stately'. A handful of officers crowded around him, waiting for further orders. What others found so fascinating about him Archie could not understand. It was oddly difficult for him to read him, too. He hesitated to go up to him and 'talk' so he stuck around waiting for an opportunity to glance at the place where the body had been lying.
Age 29
DOB August 15th
https://i998.photobucket.com/albums/af107/unicornsandlmc/6c0808d3a495d7d41337b7688a8e08a9_zpshwj8zdbm.jpg
Frizzy hair of a light shade of brown with a tinge of blonde at the root. Amber-colored irises with small hazelnut spots; his left eye is bigger than his right one owing to a badly treated insect bite in his pre-teens.
Height approximately between 178-180cm; he slouches a bit so it is not easy to tell. Average-built, strong shoulders with a prominent collar bone, toned arms from dead-lifting sacks of compost, lanky but interestingly attractive, deadly pale legs.
He works as the local private eye and consultant to the local police station. He’s very skilled and peculiar, the only child of a once famous detective who used to dream of becoming one too, until his role model turned out to be a fake. Now, he prefers to stay away from bureaucracy and focuses on his own means of catching the perpetrator. Although the city he lives in is not that big, it has a high crime rate and numerous inexplicable happenstances.
Personality
When Archie was only four years old he decided that Archer was a stupid name for a child, so he tried to legally change. He found himself at odds with the law when he found out that he had no individual rights; he was a child and as any child out there in the world, he existed only in his parents’ overbearing shadow. Since then, Archie has always had problems with authority. Law is necessary, he argues, but it needs just and objective rules and regulations, but the lawmakers and the law officer cannot be either just or objective. The people, he says, are the issue. He likes to think that he is capable of being fair-minded and impartial, but most of the time he finds himself reacting quite strongly to injustice. When he is working a case, he chooses not to interact with the victim's family members. Their sorrow might just cloud his judgment.
Archie prefers keeping to himself, that is why he has very few friends and allies. Nevertheless, he is very observant and outspoken when the situation calls for it. He loves animals although they do not take to him as much. He used to keep stray cats and dogs in the basement of his father's house until they flooded the upper floors as well.
He was never a good student, but he was a know-it-all when he wanted to be. His replies to his teachers' questions were always sarcastic and snippy, sometimes even humorous, but he seemed to frequent the principal's office just as much as the biggest bully in the school. During classes, he would read crime novels, horror stories, solve puzzles and play odd mind games with his childhood friend Daryl.
He believes in aliens and the supernatural, but he knows how to separate reality from fiction. He can be really competitive when he is provoked; sometimes it gets out of control. Most of the time he is very suspicious of others and judgy, sharp-tongued, and an expert in snappy one-liners. He is a clumsy overt flirt, but when he is not aware of it, he can be quite the talker.
Background
He lives with his father and maternal grandmother in a two-storey house that always feels empty. His grandmother owns a flower shop where he often helps out. His father used to be the town’s lead detective, once a great man, nowadays a limp drunk. His mother left them when he was fairly young to pursue a career in one of the bigger cities. She writes once a month, but no one ever writes back, not even her own mother. Archie has a faded memory of her, rarely takes out her photos to mourn, and pretends like she is just another stranger, although he always makes sure to read her letters.
When he was young, he had a friend called Daryl. They had done everything together and what they liked the most was spelunking in the nearby caves, camping, and venturing farther and farther into the woods. Archie used to dream about exploring the world, being just like Columbus, at the helm of a huge ship sailing and discovering new lands. When he found out that most of the lands had already been discovered, he petitioned to be moved to a remote unexplored planet. When he found out that was also not going to happen, he petitioned to shut down NASA.
Daryl always went along with Archie's ideas and crazy schemes. He had a younger sister who would always shadow them no matter what. Archie didn't like her tagging along, but she knew how to catch frogs, which Archie really wanted to learn, and climb tall trees. Unlike the boys, she was very athletic. He never did manage to catch any good frogs, though.
Back then, Archie's father was a well-respected detective and although they often quarreled, Archie admired him to no end. Nevertheless, when tragedy struck their city, the detective sunk into inner turmoil after failing to find a dozen missing children, including Daryl and Daryl's sister, Kathy. Archie searched for them too, for days on end, but there was no sign of them or the rest of the missing kids. There was a predator on the loose, a monster in human form, the townsfolk would whisper. The kids ventured too far outside the town into the outskirts and eventually the woods, and so he got them, they would say. Archie was at a sensitive age. He never got over their disappearance and tried for years to find them. His grandmother's toxic and overbearing behaviour struck fear of independence into his bones and the thought that Daryl and Kathy might come back one day may have led and may lead to Archie being stuck in the town perhaps forever.
Riddle Me This OOC (https://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=92460)
A large mass of dirt slid down the side of a mountain, towering over the city of Desver, in the early hours of a cold, cold morning. The entire town rose in shock, pointing fingers at the local miners for using explosive devices but no chemical traces were found in a five-hour long investigation. A local seismologist ruled it a quake-induced chain reaction and the police seconded it. Until an hour ago, when a lifeless body was dug up in the area, semi-decomposed, with a bullet hole between its eyes. It was then that Archer Kelker appeared at the crime scene. He wore his usual clothes: a hand-knitted, knee-length cardigan and a plain shirt underneath, baggy trousers, and suede shoes. His light brown hair was messy and wild but his amber-colored eyes radiated calmness and a sense of purpose.
He surveyed the scene. The wind was strong and the air was nippy. The landslide was not massive, by the looks of it, but that side of the mountain was prone to it. A couple of yards from the place there was a lake, he remembered, and a fisherman's cabin. He approached the coroner who was packing up the body neatly in a body bag. He wanted to take a closer look but one of the officers intercepted him,
"Sorry, Archie, can't let ye near. Detective's orders," the man wore a paunch and stank of doughnuts and cigarette smoke but he spoke with an air of confidence. Archie frowned and bit down hard on his lip, his brows furrowed, and he grunted a reply,
"Come on, Danny, I've done this before." he complained but the officer never wavered.
"Take it up with him. He's over there," the officer pointed at a man whose aura screamed 'stately'. A handful of officers crowded around him, waiting for further orders. What others found so fascinating about him Archie could not understand. It was oddly difficult for him to read him, too. He hesitated to go up to him and 'talk' so he stuck around waiting for an opportunity to glance at the place where the body had been lying.