Post by Monsieur Zebra on Jun 6, 2013 4:07:47 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Hickering, Colonel Ikbhad (III)
Nickname: Hickering, mister mustache, colonel perv, Colonel Sexiest-man-alive-to-date (self-given title)
Age: ?? (presumed to be anywhere between 49 and 349)
Orientation: Heterosexual (occasionally seems bisexual)
Appearance:
(I actually took the time to painstakingly doodle this on a mac version of paint, which was really hard and took me about an hour, believe it or not)
The best way to describe Hickering's general appearance as a person is small and crumply. Some people swear that he shrinks and grows on demand like some sort of mythical creature.
Height:4'4''-5'6'' (depends on lighting and opinion)
Clothing preference: More than anything, Hickering feels comfortable in the typical garb of his people: a turban and robe with long bell sleeves. Depending on the occasion, he can pop in in practically anything, though.
Special markings: remarkably beady eyes (rarely appear open), remarkable mustache
Weapon: N/A
Ability: N/A
Specialty in combat:
Role in organization:
Relations
Mother: Sarjah (Shia) Hickering (alive; housewife)
Father: Colonel Ikbhad Hickering II (alive; retired)
Siblings/Other:
Grandfather: Colonel Ikbhad Hickering I (alive; retired)
(Hickering has a large, seemingly immortal/endless family. It would take pages to list even the number of cousins/aunts/uncles/great aunts/great uncles/family servants he seems to have as relations)
History
Short background:
A long time ago on a distant, exotic island, Colonel Ickbhad II and his wife, Sarjah, brought a baby boy into the world. They instantly wrapped him in a brightly colored turban and swaddling clothes and gave him the name of his father's line: Ickbhad Hickering III. Of course, it would take time and effort for him to receive the title of "colonel" as his father, grandfather, and seemingly every male in his bloodline had done.
Few other details are known of Hickering's past. Based on the stories he frequently tells, it involved being raised in a remarkable house constructed from the finest stone on his native island by his mother, father, and a variety of nannies and guardians. At one point, a crew of foreigners invaded his home, which gave him the chance to step up to the plate in fulfilling the promise of his family name: he played a strong role in defending his homeland, flinging many a mud-based "cannonball" at the enemy fleet (which consisted of a single ship, though Ickbhad often says that it was the largest vessel ever constructed).
Before, during, and after his military capers, the majority of his time was spent pursuing women of all shapes, sizes, and ages; that is how the most of his time is spent at the present moment as well. His "pervy" nature mostly stems from his father, who often said that "the only true quest of a true man was the conquer as many women as possible and fall in love a few times in the process" (his mother would become only slightly angered at this point, swiftly whacking the elder Hickering on the back of the head with a wooden spoon). Granted, it was to be expected of a man of the Hickering bloodline--all of which were known for their excessive number of concubines.
Hickering the third, however, did not see the novelty of actually becoming engaged, married, or owner of any of the beautiful women he "triumphed over." If he were to come into possession of a woman, he would undoubtedly have to provide for them with a stable home, food supply, and undivided attention for at least one day of the week. Preferring a more nomadic lifestyle, he decided to instead have brief "rendezvous."
His love for travel brought him further and further away from his homeland as he aged, leaving his family to constantly expect him to visit (which truthfully only occurred once a year or so), during which they would shower him with lavish praises on how much he had grown and strengthened. As of late, he has frequented the area around the base of Sasayaita Namida. His coming across the organization stemmed from seeing a woman he found particularly intriguing (though he refuses to say which woman it was), following her stealthily home, and happening across Kain, who was taking a brief stroll in the forrest a few miles away from base, attempting to clear his head.
Instead of a cleared head and relaxed disposition, Kain gained a smallish, heavily accented man running toward him with a toothy, strange grin on his face and babbling something inaudible about how "happy" it was to be "reunited" with him. Irritated and slightly confused, Kain held out his hand and stopped the man in his tracks, demanding he give a clearer answer. Hickering proudly proclaimed to be a distant cousin of the fierce leader. Kain was about to draw his weapon and end Hickering's philandering days, but his wife happened to be trailing him that day and, upon overhearing that a relative of her husband's had come to visit, she welcomed Hickering into a spare room at base with open arms.
Little did she know what she had gotten everyone else into. After sneaking into the rooms of quite a few of the girls, caught red-handed as the thief who had stolen a good number of panties from the unwashed laundry basket, and (the final straw) swiftly slapping Tara's backside, he was "asked politely to leave" by Tamaki. The next morning, he declaired that he had business elsewhere but "would certainly be back."
Personality:
"Sensual" would be the best way to describe Hickering's personality. He is interested in love in every sense of the word--be it innocent or raunchy. He adores a good tale of romance and drools over tales of lust. Though seemingly impossible because of his less-than-attractive physicality and personality, he boasts of having had "pleasurable experiences" with a great number of beautiful women. It would be hard to believe, indeed, had he not kept a detailed log of their names, the locations he met them, and a token from them of some sort, be it a lock of hair or a lace-covered bra.
His reading materials are hardly reading. Most of them are quite graphic and to be kept away from anyone with virgin eyes. For the most part, virgins of any sort should keep a fair distance from him. Hickering is the type who is known to hit on anything with a pulse. Many who have encountered him describe his habits as a sort of "disease," but he insists that it is simply the overwhelming amount of passion that floods through his veins.
Likes:
- women (particularly with large chests)
- dancing
- retelling tales of his youth
- offering dating advice
- spicy foods
- describing his homeland (in a remarkably vague way)
- flirting
- skirts (not necessarily on himself)
- nudity
- camels
- matchmaking
- hosting parties (at other people's residences)
- anything to do with sex
- alcohol
- hookah
- small animals
Dislikes:
- agressive/protective boyfriends/brothers/fathers
- rejection
- being nagged
- tasers
- being physically attacked
Strengths:
- sneaking around
- military tactical knowledge (though very rarely, if ever, displayed)
- escaping sticky situations
- appearing in the least expected way at the least expected time
- spying/peeping
- appearing/vanishing from seemingly nowhere
Weaknesses:
- beauty (especially in women)
- frequently mistakes "excessively feminine" men for women
- porn
- gossip (especially concerning others' love lives)
- physical weakness
- old age(?)
And Everything Else
Additional info:
Though an intense pervert, Hickering is a generally harmless little man.
RP Sample:
At that moment, he appeared to be no more than a man who liked the day's weather enough to take a newspaper to the park's perimeters and seat himself on a bench, paging through the black and white ink at his leisure. As businessmen passed by on their way to work, they thought nothing of the idle figure who only stirred to turn the page. It was a peaceful day indeed, complete with blue skies and lightly fluffy clouds.
Then, she happened to pass by. Without even having to look up from his paper, he felt his heart lurch forward. He estimated from the subtle, nearly unnoticeable breeze that her perfume was something that contained the scents of vanilla and raspberries. Feigning disinterest as he folded the paper and nonchalantly set it down, he examined her from behind his sunglasses, sizing her up in every aspect.
Her hair fell about an inch and a half past her long, smooth neck. Her complexion was as soft-looking as he had ever seen, flawed only by a small mole behind her left ear. Her hips swung alluringly as she jogged past, soundlessly begging his pursuit. Needless to say, he was happy to oblige their beckoning.
Standing up as soon as she had passed him, he swiftly constructed an elaborate capture method. The newspaper was left on the seat of the bench and quite frankly, he did not care if it would be there if and when he returned. He soon found himself climbing into a nearby oak tree--one he was very familiar with. He had recently befriended a family of birds that resided in the nest. After wordlessly conveying his plan of action to the mother bird, she seemed to understand as he slid his hand into her nest, picking up one of her precious young ones. Then, after gently climbing down the tree, and securing the young bird in his grasp, he sprinted forward.
He noticed that the target was still following the path. He would be able to intercept her near the fountain in the center of the park. Making his way to the spot in question, he checked her location. She was still quite a few yards back. Perfect. With that, he gently set the young bird down on the ground. It, too, seemed to understand it's job in this mission. Her footfalls drew closer and closer. Hickering took a few steps ahead and began walking toward her, acting as if he had simply stepped out for a bit of fresh air.
At the moment their paths were about to cross, the small bird took a step onto the path. Due to the smallness of this bird (and, as Hickering presumed, the immensity of her chest), she did not notice.
"Stop!" Hickering called out with great despair locked into his heavy accent. The woman immediately halted, greatly concerned, as the exotic and confusing man dove down to the path in front of her. It was then that she noticed that the man, throwing his own body in front of her, seemed to have grabbed something.
Before she could even ask, he turned over toward her, revealing the small, now chirping, baby bird. She gasped in horror of what she had been about to do. If it were not for Hickering, surely she would have trampled the innocent creature.
Hickering watched with a faint smirk (mostly concealed by his immense mustache) as her hand covered her mouth and tears were beginning to prick at her eyes. So she was an emotional girl. Just his type.
"I'm sorry to have stopped you so abruptly," he proclaimed as clearly as he could, gently patting the small, now very pleased bird, "but I happened to notice this little soldier and did not know if you had"
She shook her head and professed her endless gratitude, following him as he placed the baby bird back in it's nest. Her eyes still held onto ready-to-spill tears, her cheeks still flushed from the severity of the situation. Were it not for this mystery man, she would have been a murderer!
With that, he placed a comforting hand on her cheek and purred "Now, now. No harm done. I hate to see a girl as pretty as you so upset. Would you allow me to buy you a drink?"
With that, his mission had reached its next phase.
