Post by Carson Furlong on Apr 18, 2020 16:26:37 GMT -4
Carson Furlong
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: N/A
Player Name: Caleb
Faceclaim/Series: Geese Howard from Fatal Fury series
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian (Criminal)
Height: 1.82m
Weight: 85kg
Hair/Style: Blonde, slicked back with gel.
Skin/Scars: Caucasian, darker skin around eyes.
Eyes: Dark brown eyes, wide and sunken.
Notables: Chest birthmark, looks like a scar.
Player Name: Caleb
Faceclaim/Series: Geese Howard from Fatal Fury series
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian (Criminal)
Height: 1.82m
Weight: 85kg
Hair/Style: Blonde, slicked back with gel.
Skin/Scars: Caucasian, darker skin around eyes.
Eyes: Dark brown eyes, wide and sunken.
Notables: Chest birthmark, looks like a scar.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Carson can often be seen with an impeccable look – most obviously is his slicked back, gel filled hair, looking as natural as if he was just born into it. Overall, he is a rather attractive man, with a strong jaw, deep brown eyes, and a very form-fitting smile. The area around his eyes in naturally sunken, with a little bit of a darker shade around them. Regarding his outfits, Carson usually can be seen sporting his usual business wear – expensive suits, typically with a blue shirt underneath a white undercoat, and a black vest jacket over that, plus a tie to fit with the overall look. He also wears black slacks, custom made, and black shoes, always shined and cleaned to perfection. Typically going with his expensive suit are a variety of more expensive objects, which he would just love to tell you about: this includes a gold chain around his neck hidden by his suit, and an array of valuable watches, which he can swap out when he'd like. Outside of work hours and general business, Carson also likes to hang back, more often than not sporting either traditional Japanese garb to fit the country, a white gi with red trousers, with a black sash tied around. When in this outfit, Carson's chest scar is visible, which is sure to bring round conversation. It changes every time, though.
POSITIVE
✔ Disciplined
✔ Emotional
✔ Thrill-Seeker
NEGATIVE
✖ Lack of Remorse
✖ Sadistic
✖ Insecure
✖ Hedonistic
✖ Materialistic
LIKES
✔ Conspicuous Consumption
✔ Expensive Items
✔ Relaxation
✔ Classic Music
✔ Murder
DISLIKES
✖ People with “Better Tastes”
✖ Lack of Control
✖ Taking Responsibility
Personality:
Carson is, by any definition of a first sight appearance – a normal salaryman. He enjoys his status in the more “nouveau riché” lifestyle, working as the CEO of his own company. Every day he performs the same ritual to get himself ready to work on the job, exercising, washing, keeping himself spick and span like any other worker. However, underneath the veil of work and up-keeping his own body to the best it can be, lies an entirely different man. Carson exhibits many of the traits, mannerisms, and colloquial language associated with a specific undesirable traits of one of the worst sectors of criminal life – serial killers. Unfeeling, lacking in remorse and security, and most importantly, extremely sadistic towards many people. In his true persona, he becomes far more violent, erratic, and strange. During these parts when his personality is most on display, he has no distinct pattern, but instead focuses on what his natural impulses are, as he is want to do. Carson is very much two people in one body, but he'd never show it to anyone willingly. He merely sees his own murderous tendancies as a means to an end – he can't control his urges, so why not embrace them to stay as physically sane as possible?
Carson can often be seen with an impeccable look – most obviously is his slicked back, gel filled hair, looking as natural as if he was just born into it. Overall, he is a rather attractive man, with a strong jaw, deep brown eyes, and a very form-fitting smile. The area around his eyes in naturally sunken, with a little bit of a darker shade around them. Regarding his outfits, Carson usually can be seen sporting his usual business wear – expensive suits, typically with a blue shirt underneath a white undercoat, and a black vest jacket over that, plus a tie to fit with the overall look. He also wears black slacks, custom made, and black shoes, always shined and cleaned to perfection. Typically going with his expensive suit are a variety of more expensive objects, which he would just love to tell you about: this includes a gold chain around his neck hidden by his suit, and an array of valuable watches, which he can swap out when he'd like. Outside of work hours and general business, Carson also likes to hang back, more often than not sporting either traditional Japanese garb to fit the country, a white gi with red trousers, with a black sash tied around. When in this outfit, Carson's chest scar is visible, which is sure to bring round conversation. It changes every time, though.
POSITIVE
✔ Disciplined
✔ Emotional
✔ Thrill-Seeker
NEGATIVE
✖ Lack of Remorse
✖ Sadistic
✖ Insecure
✖ Hedonistic
✖ Materialistic
LIKES
✔ Conspicuous Consumption
✔ Expensive Items
✔ Relaxation
✔ Classic Music
✔ Murder
DISLIKES
✖ People with “Better Tastes”
✖ Lack of Control
✖ Taking Responsibility
Personality:
Carson is, by any definition of a first sight appearance – a normal salaryman. He enjoys his status in the more “nouveau riché” lifestyle, working as the CEO of his own company. Every day he performs the same ritual to get himself ready to work on the job, exercising, washing, keeping himself spick and span like any other worker. However, underneath the veil of work and up-keeping his own body to the best it can be, lies an entirely different man. Carson exhibits many of the traits, mannerisms, and colloquial language associated with a specific undesirable traits of one of the worst sectors of criminal life – serial killers. Unfeeling, lacking in remorse and security, and most importantly, extremely sadistic towards many people. In his true persona, he becomes far more violent, erratic, and strange. During these parts when his personality is most on display, he has no distinct pattern, but instead focuses on what his natural impulses are, as he is want to do. Carson is very much two people in one body, but he'd never show it to anyone willingly. He merely sees his own murderous tendancies as a means to an end – he can't control his urges, so why not embrace them to stay as physically sane as possible?
HISTORY
Carson Furlong, the CEO of The Furlong Concern, a banking firm headed formerly in the United States, but has now moved to the Land of the Rising Sun in a merger with a smaller company to maximise profits. Carson lives a good life – he keeps his fitness to a tee, eats only the finest food, and has some pretty expensive tastes. The life of a rich man – but is he really happy? Well, the short answer is: yes. But the long answer? For that, we'd need to go all the way back.
Carson Furlong, son of Pritchard J. Furlong, was born into a world of strife and strangeness due to the world absolutely shaken with the large scale Quirk Phenomena. Being one of the early types born with such a genetic issue, his quirk wasn't anything remarkable. He never really used it for most of his young life, and focused hard to follow in his father's footsteps instead, and join the big leagues at Wall Street. Carson was always fascinated with money, as well as the big life his father had presented to him, despite being away for most of his life, and having no mother. Or at least, a constant mother. Working hard, he graduated with top honours at a number of colleges in the United States, and moved into his father's investment firm, Prescott and Pritchard, but he had to work his way up. And so he did, starting from the mail office, janitorial work, manning the machines at commercial branches, until breaking onward and upward into a more direct role in the main offices. Still, he kept going, eventually reaching the highest honour his father could bestow upon him – a place on the board of directors. It was a truly great time – he made public appearances, enjoyed spots on television programmes, funded numerous hospitals, schools, and small but burgeoning businesses, all while increasing both his income and public image. But tragedy soon struck both the company, and Carson himself. His father had passed away. Devastated, Carson showed his father the utmost respect at his funeral... before ceremoniously doing drugs and drinking his mind away with his co-workers at the after party. With no ill will, he simply moved on from his father's passing, and took it upon himself to focus on work again. Thinking himself a shoe-in for the position to succeed and become CEO, a surprise came to him, as instead, the successor was named as Leland Prescott Jr., the son of Leland Prescott Sr., the one who had made the company with Carson's father long ago.
Carson was furious at this prospect. He never showed it, of course, but behind the masquerade of work and the rich lifestyle, he was fuming that he wasn't named the successor. Deciding to get back at this impossible treachery from his father, Carson was ready to go at any length to make sure that if he couldn't have the company, then no one could. But how could he go about such a tall task? Well, there was one way in Carson's mind – Occam's Razor: “Sometimes the simplest answer is the most correct one.”
On a night of drinking and debauchery to celebrate Carson's splitting from Pritchard and Prescott to form his own company, Carson invited Leland Jr. over to his penthouse suite in the financial district of New York City. Enjoying music, fun, and of course, plenty of drugs, Carson left the living room for a moment. He hadn't actually consumed any alcohol during the night, replacing most of his liquor with look-alike drinks such as apple juice, and pretending to take numerous narcotics. He was fit as a fiddle, while Leland was in his own little universe – and was about to leave it, at that. Carson took a fire axe from the bathroom, and to the tune of “Owner of a Lonely Heart” by the band Yes, he attacked Leland Jr., spraying his blood all over the floor, onto his designer furniture, and worst of all, his three-thousand dollar suit. It was at that moment that Carson remembered one thing – he'd never used it, but after thinking about it, he decided to try and put his quirk to use. Lo and behold, the blood on the floor, his suit, his furniture, even the stains on Leland's unmoving body – they were totally gone. He could clean objects. And on another note – it felt really good to finally get rid of a thorn in his side.
Carson wanted to keep going.
Shortly after dumping Leland's body somewhere in the Hudson River, the news got out that Leland Prescott Jr. had gone missing – but there was no possible trace leading to Carson. He even made a statement live on the news, condemning the constant substance abuse at work in Wall Street as the blame for such an action. Going to the back afterwards, and after snorting a small portion of cocaine, Carson went back to work, totally off the hook. It was deemed substance abuse, but Leland was also a known quirker, so the thought of it being quirk-based violence against him was also a strong possibility in the eye of the public. As quick as it came, though, the case went cold. Carson left Pritchard and Prescott soon after, and opened his own company – The Furlong Concern. As the CEO, he rose more and more, and decided to make a business venture, assigning himself to a new branch of offices in Tokyo, Japan. Enjoying his spree of buying, selling, and conspicuous consumption, and occasionally taking the lives of people less fortunate than him, Carson maintains his sights on taking The Furlong Concern, his employees, and himself even higher in the global market. And Carson Furlong's stock has been higher ever since – he's a business man to die for.
Carson Furlong, son of Pritchard J. Furlong, was born into a world of strife and strangeness due to the world absolutely shaken with the large scale Quirk Phenomena. Being one of the early types born with such a genetic issue, his quirk wasn't anything remarkable. He never really used it for most of his young life, and focused hard to follow in his father's footsteps instead, and join the big leagues at Wall Street. Carson was always fascinated with money, as well as the big life his father had presented to him, despite being away for most of his life, and having no mother. Or at least, a constant mother. Working hard, he graduated with top honours at a number of colleges in the United States, and moved into his father's investment firm, Prescott and Pritchard, but he had to work his way up. And so he did, starting from the mail office, janitorial work, manning the machines at commercial branches, until breaking onward and upward into a more direct role in the main offices. Still, he kept going, eventually reaching the highest honour his father could bestow upon him – a place on the board of directors. It was a truly great time – he made public appearances, enjoyed spots on television programmes, funded numerous hospitals, schools, and small but burgeoning businesses, all while increasing both his income and public image. But tragedy soon struck both the company, and Carson himself. His father had passed away. Devastated, Carson showed his father the utmost respect at his funeral... before ceremoniously doing drugs and drinking his mind away with his co-workers at the after party. With no ill will, he simply moved on from his father's passing, and took it upon himself to focus on work again. Thinking himself a shoe-in for the position to succeed and become CEO, a surprise came to him, as instead, the successor was named as Leland Prescott Jr., the son of Leland Prescott Sr., the one who had made the company with Carson's father long ago.
Carson was furious at this prospect. He never showed it, of course, but behind the masquerade of work and the rich lifestyle, he was fuming that he wasn't named the successor. Deciding to get back at this impossible treachery from his father, Carson was ready to go at any length to make sure that if he couldn't have the company, then no one could. But how could he go about such a tall task? Well, there was one way in Carson's mind – Occam's Razor: “Sometimes the simplest answer is the most correct one.”
On a night of drinking and debauchery to celebrate Carson's splitting from Pritchard and Prescott to form his own company, Carson invited Leland Jr. over to his penthouse suite in the financial district of New York City. Enjoying music, fun, and of course, plenty of drugs, Carson left the living room for a moment. He hadn't actually consumed any alcohol during the night, replacing most of his liquor with look-alike drinks such as apple juice, and pretending to take numerous narcotics. He was fit as a fiddle, while Leland was in his own little universe – and was about to leave it, at that. Carson took a fire axe from the bathroom, and to the tune of “Owner of a Lonely Heart” by the band Yes, he attacked Leland Jr., spraying his blood all over the floor, onto his designer furniture, and worst of all, his three-thousand dollar suit. It was at that moment that Carson remembered one thing – he'd never used it, but after thinking about it, he decided to try and put his quirk to use. Lo and behold, the blood on the floor, his suit, his furniture, even the stains on Leland's unmoving body – they were totally gone. He could clean objects. And on another note – it felt really good to finally get rid of a thorn in his side.
Carson wanted to keep going.
Shortly after dumping Leland's body somewhere in the Hudson River, the news got out that Leland Prescott Jr. had gone missing – but there was no possible trace leading to Carson. He even made a statement live on the news, condemning the constant substance abuse at work in Wall Street as the blame for such an action. Going to the back afterwards, and after snorting a small portion of cocaine, Carson went back to work, totally off the hook. It was deemed substance abuse, but Leland was also a known quirker, so the thought of it being quirk-based violence against him was also a strong possibility in the eye of the public. As quick as it came, though, the case went cold. Carson left Pritchard and Prescott soon after, and opened his own company – The Furlong Concern. As the CEO, he rose more and more, and decided to make a business venture, assigning himself to a new branch of offices in Tokyo, Japan. Enjoying his spree of buying, selling, and conspicuous consumption, and occasionally taking the lives of people less fortunate than him, Carson maintains his sights on taking The Furlong Concern, his employees, and himself even higher in the global market. And Carson Furlong's stock has been higher ever since – he's a business man to die for.
