Post by Ricohard Faber on Oct 15, 2011 4:44:05 GMT -5
RICOHARDFABER.
I never looked back, I want to never return
If I could find a fuse, those bridges would burn.
I never looked back, I want to never return
If I could find a fuse, those bridges would burn.
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Ricohard Faber
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Rico, Rich, Rick, Dick, and many oh so many more.
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
41 & May 21st.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
male.
RANKING.[/size][/color]
AIR member (digidestined).
OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
head of AIR.
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Sebastian Michaels from Black Butler.
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Ricohard's hair is black and feathery, cut to be a bit longer in the back than it was in the front as he enjoys how nicely his face is framed this way. His eyes are a deep amber, almost red, and he actually has rather feminine eyelashes. His nose is long and only slightly curved, ending in a nice point.
Standing at six feet, four inches, his posture is proper and his head is held high. He is not bulky or scrawny, his muscles lean and strong. He can pack a dangerous punch, but he is a pansy with heavy lifting. He stands at six feet, four inches and loves it. His height lets him curl around those he might be cuddling (cute women, of course) and boy he could just curl around them and eat them up!
He keeps himself clean and well-kept. He is not a flamboyant man who is constantly afraid of getting dirty, though, but he at east wants to have a decent appearance in front of others. Decent, clean, and sure of himself. This is probably why he has managed to escape the terrors of age when it comes to his physical appearance. He is not afraid to use products on his skin in the morning. He doesn't want to be an old man yet, dammit!
There is no real way around it, the man really loves his suits. He feels simply smashing when he is in a sleek, black coat, tails following after him, and nice buttons in the front to accent it. He knows he pulls off the look well and it makes him feel great. When not wearing one of his many suits, however, he still likes wearing a coat if the weather allows it. He tends to keep toward darker colors; black for the most part. A light color can merely be an accent, or his shirt but under a vest or jacket. One thing he will not wear is baggy clothes, he does not like looking like a scruffy punk.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Charming and friendly, this man does not come off as the kind of person who would be the head of AIR. He is not stuffy at all, nor is he angry, gruff, or old. Well he is not young, but he certainly manages to hide his age. This is in both behavior and his physical appearance. He can seriously be just like a little kid. He is not against sliding down a slide at a park, or snatching up a swing for himself and having a go. He is not too partial to children, but so long as they are not crying or whining or trying to get his attention too badly, he can put up with them. It's ridiculous how dorky he can be. Dogs and cats and other such fluffy animals also capture his attention. He will trot right up and start petting your dog if you are walking them. Who in their right mind would not do such a thing, according to him? They are just so darn love-able!
Ricohard is quite the gentleman; holding doors open, pulling seats out, helping them across puddles (though he won't put his coat there, what a waist of a good coat!). He can be considered a bit chauvinistic in this sense. He really does prefer that the man holds the door open for the woman, though that will not stop him from politely thanking a woman should she hold the door open for him. He has rushed doors (hurting himself sometimes in the process) just so he can get to them first and hold it open instead.
Humbleness is not one of his virtues, in fact he can be quite arrogant. He may try to seem humble, but oh man he loves it when people comment on him positively. Such a nice, lovely stroke to his ego! He really does try not to be too obnoxious about it, but there is no denying the egobeast's hunger. Giving out compliments is not difficult for him, at least.
Sometimes he seems to be hiding an inner sadness. This could be real. Or it could be a front he puts up to attract women. It is not beneath him to do this, and women seem to love mysteriousness like that.
Confidence! Sometimes he can seem bashful, but he is not the kind of guy to stammer and hop from foot to foot. He is not afraid to ask a girl for her email, nor is he afraid to give it out (he has a ridiculous amount of them anyway). Flirting is one of his favorite things to do, it is just so damn fun! He may even continue to do so after finding out that the girl is taken, if she doesn't mind that is. It is a good thing he does not look like an old man or that might be incredibly creepy instead of potentially charming.
He can be a bit of a drama queen at times, especially when it comes to his son. When he is honestly emotionally hurt, he is hurt. He sinks into a ridiculous and dramatic depression, both emotionally and physically sometimes! Once more he shows his tendency to be ridiculous. He is even somewhat sensitive about his age, he hates to think of himself as old.
It is a dark day to place oneself solidly and ignorantly on this man's bad side. He generally is somewhat distanced when it comes to enemies. It is easy for him to forgive and let live, he does not hold many grudges. But if someone is foolish enough to purposefully seek this man's wrath, it is a dangerous place to be. He can rather abruptly go from a doofy giggly man to a narrowed and dangerous quiet. He is a rather different person, almost manic in his calm. Is he really above murder?
The man is very observant. Through his silly attitude and flirting words, he is always watching what is going on. What kind of reaction did he get for saying this? What are they paying attention to? What kind of person is this? Are they truly worth my time? He gets to know people more than through speech, he is very consciously aware of little things when it comes to behavior. You never know when this kind of knowledge will come in handy later.
You cannot trust this man. He will not let it show, but you really should not trust him. If he finds a reason to, if it will benefit himself, he will turn on you and damn the consequences. A lost friendship? A new enemy? Oh boohoo.
He's a fun guy to be with, always joking around and being in a good mood. His outgoing attitude and general friendliness can usually make being around him a treat. He is rarely in a foul mood or unfriendly, willing to give off a nice smile regardless of how he may actually be feeling at the time. Be wary.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Phoenix, Arizona.
family members;
Charles Jenner [Father]
Anne Jenner [Mother]
Emerson Jenner [Brother]
Oswell Faber [Son]
Lovely mother, strong-willed father, you have taught me well ~
Such shame all I want is to see you burn in hell ♥
Such shame all I want is to see you burn in hell ♥
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be a cop!" That was what little Richard Jenner was to say anytime he was asked that little staple question for children; 'what do you want to be when you grow up?'. It was what he was raised to want to be and drilled into his head that he was going to be. He was taught things he probably should not have been taught as a child as well in preparation, including taking a bullet while wearing a bullet-proof vest to know what it feels like. All by his far too insistent father, Charles.
The child was not too perturbed at this, to be completely honest. In fact, during his younger years it was the reason he was considered such a cool kid in class. How many children are guaranteed the chance to be exactly what it is they said they want to be? It did not last long until that turned around fast, but hey it still happened. When the child even hinted at considering a different career, however, hell would break loose.
Age five was when he and his family moved from Britain to the States and age nine was when he suddenly found himself with a new sibling. He was always rather protective of his little brother Emerson. He was selfishly glad that the pressure of his father's presence was directed at someone else now, but he still found himself growing close to the younger boy.
He learned to hate his parents, he really did. Their pushing, their intolerance, their ignorance, the sheer power that they had over his life. The moment he was old enough, he skipped off to 'college'. He regretted leaving his little brother to that, but not enough to go back and stay.
To his parents, the young man was following in his father's footsteps. He was off training to become a cop. He got a job in another state too, how wonderful! He found himself being transferred a number of times, but that was okay. He was still in the business and did not seem to mind. Neither did they, to be honest, because he was still doing exactly what they wanted to do. Is that not wonderful? Except for the part where it was all fabricated lies and imaginative stories.
Ricohard took a lot from his father. There was a lot to than the man for. He retained a lot of things taught to him as a child. This included documentation information as well. See, as a cop you have to also learn to be a criminal. You have to have the ability to think like one in order to understand one. It was fascinating what he had learned. At the time it had been frightening or unnerving, but now he found himself looking back at those memories with a bitter fondness.
Thank you, father.
While in college, the young man fed off of the thrill of wooing women. He took care of himself physically. He lacked no confidence. He had even proved himself to be pretty decent at holding his own in a fight when some punk got too aggressive with him. He attracted a number of eyes. There were a lot of things he had his father to thank for; habits, strength, and all. His first sign of 'gratitude' was changing his whole name while he was there. It was not an official name change, but it was what he had others call him. The official name changing would come later.
As he grew and pushed forward in life, he found that a nice big fat chunk of women are hopeless romantics he could con money out of so pitifully easily. Well, not always easily. It was like a game to him, though. He put on many masks and gone through many name changes for many women, conning money out of a lot of them in numerous parts of the world. His little brother being a lawyer made things go rather easy as well. He always had his back! Life was great.
At the news of their father's death, Ricohard immediately met his brother and celebrated with disgusting amounts of alcohol (much to Jenner's glee). During this, he accidentally prematurely broke up with a girlfriend he had at the time over the phone, broke his foot, and was hungover for a couple of days afterward. Things resumed to normal after the funeral.
When he met beautiful Magdalena during his stay in Germany, he had no idea that she would cause such a dramatic change in his life. She was just another pretty face with a particularly sexy fortune. Sexy enough to overlook the kid she had. They got married and settled down together, leaving him to eagerly wait for her father's death.
When he realized that he was going to be a father - a real father, not just a stepfather for someone else's brat - something in him woke up. Could it be that this was the little push he needed in order to feel true love? Would this little baby by provide the spark that was needed between Ricohard and Magdalena to change their facade of love into something real? There was no doubt that the man was having fun with her. She was spoiled but she was not a monster. He could turn around and start anew! He could become a good man for his new little boy and actually play a proper father figure for his stepson. He could have a healthy relationship with his beautiful wife and still inherit her father's wealth without leaving behind heartbreak and legal issues. He could truly become a better man.
Nope!
He continued as planned, this time framing his wife for child abuse and taking little Oswell Faber with him along with every penny of her inheritance. Oh that little scoundrel!
He loves Oswell. He could so easily be accused of otherwise considering his lack of presence in the boy's life, but he's willing to vehemently fight against such a notion. He really does love his little boy. Unfortunately, he just could not fit into the good father role. It came to the point where he had no clue what to do with the child. Cuddling was not enough! For the first time in his life, he felt ashamed at running away from a problem. He had spent his whole life running from things that got too annoying, too much a pain, too difficult to handle. Just run away, change his name, and take what he could. But he could not do that with his son. He could not just run away and leave him. He loved him too much, and though he very well could have simply left the boy to live with his uncle instead, he did not run from Oswell. Not completely. No, instead he simply ended up leaving the boy to fend for himself at the house a lot while he was off chasing after women and continuing his 'business'.
It was around this time that something rather odd happened to him. He had started feeling as though he was being watched. He had not connected that the feeling occurred near active electrical devices before he suddenly found himself with a digivice. A digivice, and a ticket to something much bigger than conning. (Not to say that he would quit that lifestyle. It was all just too fun to completely give it up!)
God he did not want his son to be like himself.
One day he stormed happily into the house, popped some confetti, then announced that they were leaving Germany to live in Odaiba Japan. He was a bigshot now, and that was going to be their next home base! He even offered his little brother a job. A founder of AIR, who would have thought? He will not delve into the details of how this came to be, though guesses can be made. He likes to jokingly give the credit to his devilishly good looks.
Things were going pretty smoothly for a while. He had a steady income and could provide for himself and his son. At least, he could do so financially. He had thought that this might cause them to suddenly get closer, but he felt even more awkward around the distant child. Many a night he has torn hairs from his scalp just trying to figure out what to do with the kid the next day. What kind of conversation could he possibly strike up with him during breakfast? Maybe he could walk him to school and they could get icecream before classes?
One dark night he came home to find his son about to be sucked into his own computer. He felt like the world dropped out beneath him. He could have lost his son. How long would he have ended up in that world? He knew exactly where he was going to, and he stopped it immediately. Out of fear, he hid away the digivice that Oswell had been holding and he erased his son's memories of ever having it. Something broke in him that day. He actually tore away an opportunity from his little boy and tampered dangerously with his memories. What if he had screwed it up and destroyed his son's mind? What if something great was going to happen with him and he just stopped him from being happy? He did not undo what he did, but the guilt had later lead him to allow his son to be an official member of AIR. He justified to himself that it was his choice then, this time.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
negative/zeakari
AGE.[/size][/color]
21
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
Yuu, Laurette, gertrude, Lyn, Hazel, Gomamon, NeoDevimon.
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
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