Post by Malacai on Nov 30, 2009 9:21:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name: James Walter Radcliffe (Sometimes called Numbers for short)[/glow]
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Height: 1.7x10^-3 km (1.7 m)
Weight: Unknown (Sensitive about his weight so you won't see him on a scale, but he often mutters about having a "doughy physique").
Age: 28
Background:
Childhood:
James, the son of a banker and a school teacher, was taught early on to value knowledge and money. Where most boys grew up playing with sticks and stones as swords and weapons, he used them to build tables and do calculations.
Throughout schooling, he was constantly getting into trouble, not for fights or poor language, but for correcting his teachers, as well as the several small businesses he started around school in his spare time (all of which went against school policies).
Adult Years:
After schooling, James took over his parents bank and quickly brought it to new economic heights. Within his first year, he had nearly tripled their revenue, and the customer pool was increasing at unheard of rates.
As with anyone successful, people grew jealous of him. His success brought envy, and envy brought, dangers. Several attempts were made on his life, and as time grew to pass, there were many attempts to discredit him. It was during one of these times of increased slander, that James finally had had enough. It seemed his good deeds in helping create a booming economy, wasn't enough for these people. He grew to despise the very system he had helped to build. Before letting himself become the downfall of all he had built. He began a transfer of funds, minor at first, and then in larger increments. Routine for the bank so no one noticed anything suspicious. He set up a foreign account into which all of the banks funds went. He had set up everything. He would fly out from earth, in his own craft, clearance and all. All the funds from his bank safely stored away. His intention was to open up a new one out in space. One that would be free of the vile that had been developing on earth. All was going to plan when his ship was stopped as he was making his way from earth. In his excitement for a new start he must have gotten careless. Someone had noticed his transfers. He was a fugitive. He managed to get away not before making the connection to retrieve his funds. Broke, alone, and still calculating, he made his way deeper into space, in hopes of evading capture. Maybe he could find somewhere to run numbers. People had a way of needing numbers to be dealt with.
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Green
Height: 1.7x10^-3 km (1.7 m)
Weight: Unknown (Sensitive about his weight so you won't see him on a scale, but he often mutters about having a "doughy physique").
Age: 28
Background:
Childhood:
James, the son of a banker and a school teacher, was taught early on to value knowledge and money. Where most boys grew up playing with sticks and stones as swords and weapons, he used them to build tables and do calculations.
Throughout schooling, he was constantly getting into trouble, not for fights or poor language, but for correcting his teachers, as well as the several small businesses he started around school in his spare time (all of which went against school policies).
Adult Years:
After schooling, James took over his parents bank and quickly brought it to new economic heights. Within his first year, he had nearly tripled their revenue, and the customer pool was increasing at unheard of rates.
As with anyone successful, people grew jealous of him. His success brought envy, and envy brought, dangers. Several attempts were made on his life, and as time grew to pass, there were many attempts to discredit him. It was during one of these times of increased slander, that James finally had had enough. It seemed his good deeds in helping create a booming economy, wasn't enough for these people. He grew to despise the very system he had helped to build. Before letting himself become the downfall of all he had built. He began a transfer of funds, minor at first, and then in larger increments. Routine for the bank so no one noticed anything suspicious. He set up a foreign account into which all of the banks funds went. He had set up everything. He would fly out from earth, in his own craft, clearance and all. All the funds from his bank safely stored away. His intention was to open up a new one out in space. One that would be free of the vile that had been developing on earth. All was going to plan when his ship was stopped as he was making his way from earth. In his excitement for a new start he must have gotten careless. Someone had noticed his transfers. He was a fugitive. He managed to get away not before making the connection to retrieve his funds. Broke, alone, and still calculating, he made his way deeper into space, in hopes of evading capture. Maybe he could find somewhere to run numbers. People had a way of needing numbers to be dealt with.