1. Name of character-
Rugon
2. Real world player-
Corey "Dick" Wesley Senko
3. Age-
37
4. Class-
Heavy Blade
5. Eye color-
Yellow [in game, he has hazel eyes in reality]
6. Height-
5'11"
7. Hair color-
Black
8. Clothing-
Rugon| Large, heavy brown boots, with his brown slacks tucked into them. He has a coat with several straps and buckles, all but one of them left unlatched, exposing his bare chest. He is rather muscular, but not very large. His face is covered with stubble, while his chin and jawline connect in a short beard that reaches his sideburns, with a long soul patch. His hair is a messy black mop.
There you are!
Dick| A clean shaven, neat man, two years from retiring from the navy. Currently on inactive duty, he only goes on base when he needs smokes, gas, or meets some of his friends at the bar. Generally wears civilian clothes around, except on certain days, where he needs to wear specific attire. His head is completely bald, of course; he found it far easier than combing over his bald spots, and he looks rather good without any hair. He's also quite tall, reaching 6'4", even without his hair.
9.Personality- A kind man, and somewhat protective, due to him being a father in the real world. Often finds himself looking over the younger people, giving them fatherly advice, and would always put himself into danger before letting anyone get hurt. He's also quite fond of sarcasm and situational irony, as well as knock-knock and lateral thinking jokes.
10. Weapon/Armor and Skills-
Heavy Blade - Zero Sword (Hayabusa)
Head – Bandanna (Repth)
Arm – Wristbands (Juk Rom)
Body – Leather Coat (Gan Zot)
Feet – Sandals
11. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" His voiced boomed throughout the household, drowning out the other members of his family. He clapped his hand down on his son's shoulder, who winced a bit, before blowing out the seventeen candles on his cake. It was his oldest son's birthday, almost exactly twenty years younger than him; Dick's birthday fell roughly two weeks before Ricky, his eldest son's. The whole family was present; they had rented out almost a half a hotel. A hundred and thirty three people. Everyone was clapping and cheering, the noise so thunderous, the birds perched upon a nearby power line took to the skies in fright. Before the clapping died down, several of the cousins jumped into the hotel pool simultaneously, causing ripples to bash against one another and flow over the concrete lining and onto the walk paths. Corey laughed, clapping, and began handing Ricky his presents one by one from the nearby table, while his wife passed out the pieces of cake to the attending.
The presents were befitting of a seventeen-year-old boy. New clothes, from his aunt. His uncle gave him an erector set [hidden inside the package was a hundred dollars, cash. He was the funny uncle.], the key to a new Mazda [Uncle Jeff jokingly said he'd have to find it first], and other such objects. It was a great day. Corey pulled Ricky aside later that evening, a small package in his hand. His son was short for his age, but then again, so was everyone else in the Senko bloodline.
"Richard Lee Senko IV," He said, smiling.
"'Dick' Wesley Senko," a feminine voice replied.
The two looked over to see Corey's wife walk by, smiling, before disappearing into the throngs of people. They looked back at one another, and Corey handed his oldest a gift.
His son asked, "What is it?"
"Open it up, ya' jack ass!" Corey laughed. Ricky smiled, and tore open the package.
"'The World.' It's a video game..."
"Yeah, I know. I bought it."
"Dad, we don't have a computer."
Corey raised an eyebrow, looking at his son with a comical disbelief that said it all.
"You got me a computer?!"
"Yep! I bought one for your room, and one for the living room. I grew up with video games, you learn a lot from them, surprisingly. Just don't play it too much, or it'll eat you alive."
Corey knew precisely what he was talking about. When he said he grew up with video games, he wasn't kidding. Everything from Atari Arcade 2 to Zone of the Enders. He'd been sick before, due to playing video games too much. It sounded preposterous, even to himself, but he knew it was true.
"Thanks, Dad..."
Corey smiled.
"Lets get back to the party."
The day, eventually, came to a close. The holiday was over, the birthday party was executed as flawlessly as possible, and everyone went home. His son played the game for a short time, but eventually abandoned it. He, apparently, was not a gamer. However, his computer was put to good use. The boy was on it almost every day, using all the different instant messengers and social pages to keep in contact with his friends.
Nearly two years later...
Corey stands in the emptied-out shell of his late son's room. Dick hauls a cardboard box out of the room, the final bit of evidence that Ricky ever even lived in the room. He lets out a sigh, and puts the box in the back of his wife's van. She looks at him with large, sad eyes, ready to cry. Corey shakes his head. Bereft of emotion. His heart was heavy; Not with grief, no, but with emptiness. He closed the hatch on the back of the van, and his wife drove off with the boxes. His youngest and his nu-oldest were currently living with Corey's parents. He had the house to himself, for the time being.
He went into the living room, and plopped down on the couch, with a sigh. As he reaches over to grab the remote, he spies a single brown corner, poking out from behind the couch.
"Sh_t," he says, out loud. [Not sure what your policy on swearing is, but I quite enjoy it ^__^]
He steps over to the box, looking down on it. How could he have missed it, exactly? He couldn't even remember how it got there. Corey pulls out his cell phone, and begins flitting through his contacts, when he notices something else. The box is open, and an open CD case lay inside, atop other miscellaneous knick-knacks. Corey closed his phone, and picked out the CD case. He headed over to the computer, flipping through the pages. Music CDs, DVDs, and computer games. He reached the last page as he sat down in front of the computer screen. The only CD there was the game he bought his son two years ago. The World.
He booted up his PC, popped in the game, ran the program, and put on the head set.
A register screen appeared. He filled out the required information, and was returned to the log-in.
USERNAME: Rugon
PASSWORD: ***************Next, he was prompted to choose his class. After some light deliberation, he selected the Heavy Blade. Next was the character customization. He tweaked every small aspect of his character that he could, and continued. There was a small loading screen, followed by a blank white. Floating dead in the center was a greeting. Corey smiled.
Welcome... To the World 