Post by Spencer Rainey on Mar 17, 2007 0:24:56 GMT -5
Original {{House}} Character Audition
Name: Spencer Rainey
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Occupation: Before he became a patient, Spencer was a police officer. But nobody cares about that, right?
Personality: Despite the fact that he's a cop, Rainey's unusually quiet around people he doesn't know. Around friends, he'll crack jokes and rattle off sarcasm like the devil, but until that point, it's just one big awkward vacation.
Once again contradictory to his career choice, Spencer hates violence and dislikes weapons to the point that he's almost afraid of them.
Since Rainey's one to ask questions before doing something of extreme importance, and because of almost everything mentioned above, Spencer really wouldn't be surprised if he was unemployed by the time he got out of the hospital.
As for weird quirks, he's really just extremely awkward around... well... anyone.
Appearance: In a nutshell, he's a scrawny pale guy and on the surface, there's really nothing out of the ordinary. Spencer's a relatively tall man, about six one, and probably too skinny for his health, but like most things he doesn't really care.
His eyes and hair are both a brown color, his hair straight and about two inches past his ears. Boring? Yes. But Spencer's a boring kind of person.
"Shuttup..."
It's true and you know it.
Anyway, here and there he'll have an occasional cut or a random bullet wound, but after all, he is a cop.
History: What do we need here? Childhood? It was happy. Spencer grew up in Las Vegas, but his parents were some of the best people he could ever ask for. The only complaint he had was that he never had an allowance.
In high school, he graduated tenth in his class, and soon went on to college. When he completed his schooling and training, he got his current job.
Pretty standard, really.
Ever since he got his job, Rainey's wanted out. 'I don't belong here,' being his favorite of phrases. For the police department was for men who weren't afraid to die, to get shot; it was for men who were afraid to get angry, for people that shot first and asked questions later.
Spencer spent his free time writing screenplays that would never get published and drinking Starbucks on Sundays.
This wasn't his job.
Other: {{That's pretty much it, honestly. I'll be updating it every once in a while once I find out more about him. I don't really know that much until I'm able to look at a few of my posts and say "You know, I think this character should be 'this'" or "I think this should've happened to him." I know it's weird, but it's how I roll.}}
Roleplay Sample: How'd the song go? Through our bleeding we are one?
Pshaw.
Officer Rainey had had an IV stuck in his wrist for three days and he didn't feel any more connected with anyone than when he first got here. On the contrary, Spencer thought as though he would vomit at any second.
Him and needles. They didn't mix so well.
But that wasn't the point, was it? No, of course not! The point was that it he had been three days in this hell and he was positively bored out of his mind. No books, no coffee, no good television shows.
And no real food.
That annoyed him...
Rainey took his un-needled hand and brushed his hair out of his face, tired eyes staring up at the boring, white ceiling. A sigh escaped him and the man started counting light fixtures.
'This. Sucks.'
In What Roleplay Will This Character Participate: House and maybe Crossover.
