Michael Scofield. [not done]

[Michael Scofield]

prison break : season one

About You

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Vicky
age;;
15
how often are you online;;
Almost everyday.

Basics[/b]

name;;
Michael Scofield
age;;
26
gender;;
Male
sexuality;;
Straight
escapee;;
The genius behind it all.

You

appearance;;
Michael is clean shaven, and has a fresh and business like appearance. His hair is dark brown, and shaved close to his head, only a couple of millimetres long. If he grew it, it would be a rich colour, and very soft and fine. Michael keeps it short because for one thing he’s in prison, and the mobsters are the ones that grow their hair, and secondly because he prefers it that way; it’s a lot easier to manage. His hair grows in a funny shape across his forehead; there’s a small bit that points down the middle of his forehead. Often Michael will wear the prison beanie hat when out on PI, or in the yard in the cold weather. It keeps his shaven head warm.

Michael’s eyes are a piercing blue colour, he seems to show all of his emotion with his eyes, and through all his faults, you can see that deep inside he is an honest, and good person, who is trying to do what’s right. His eyes are fairly close together on his face, and that adds to his overall look. Michael’s skin is more of a light olive colour, and he’s certainly not pale. His colour makes him look healthy rather than like most of the inmates at Fox Rivers penitentiary, but that may be because Michael has not been there long, but he’s not hoping to be there for long.

The most striking thing about Scofield is his inkings; the tattoos. These are the key ideas in his plans, and they cover the whole of Michael’s torso as well as both of his arms. They contain all of the necessary information for the escape from Fox Rivers, and for getting hidden down in Panama. Michael now feels that his tattoos are a part of him. They are done in blue ink, and contain the blue prints hidden within churches, and demon like imagery. Michael is about five foot ten, which puts him as shorter than many of the inmates within the prison, he is by no means the shortest, but he is well below average. He may look like an easy target, but Michael is fairly toned, and physically fit, and what’s more he has a brother who is thought as one of the most dangerous men in the prison.

personality;;
Simply put Michael is a genius, a mastermind, but through all that he is a criminal, or seen as one. Michael has a disorder that is very similar to autism; he cares very strongly about the fine details. He’s almost obsessive compulsive because everything has to go according to plan and go perfectly or else Michael is not happy with the situation. This disorder that causes him this has made him a genius, and extremely intelligent. Michael is a perfectionist, and knows that one false move in his plan will ruin absolutely everything, and his attention to detail led him to create this fantastic plan to get out of Fox Rivers with his brother alive.
crime/s committed;;
Michael held up a bank, at gun point.

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Everything Else[/u]

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roleplay sample;;

It was Wednesday and Charlie’s free period was over. Charlie had a lesson first period on Wednesday and then was free for the rest of the day, usually during the second free period Charlie spent his time practising his instruments or with friends. Or studying. It really depended on what he could be bothered to do, but some of that free period time had to be used to get changed into his uniform for work. See Charlie had to work a lot, for one thing he had to pay for his education, then it was his rent, his music lessons out of school, and his food and whatever other essentials he had. There seemed to be so much expenditure coming from Charlie that he often found it hard to save any money to buy anything that he liked. Clothes had to be set back as a luxury when you were funding your own life. Charlie borrowed clothes from just about everyone he knew, and most of them ended up fitting. It was kind of funny borrowing clothes off people.

Charlie worked at two places; he was at McDonalds for the first part of the week, from Monday until Wednesday, working most free periods and at least four till seven each night, apart from when he worked overtime when he could. From Thursday till Sunday Charlie worked at starbucks making coffees and working the cashier. He found his work so boring but it was necessary to fund everything he was doing. Problem was, for both places he had to wear an awful uniform and he always seemed to see people he knew when he was wearing it. Go figure. Charlie had learned not to care, if they laughed at him then they weren’t his friends right. He was just trying to earn a living since his family weren’t all that rich. It was no big deal to him.

The blonde haired seventeen year old was in his flat, almost ready to go out to work at McDonalds. Food hygiene rules really sucked for him because it meant he had to have his hair tied back in a pony tail and a hair net over it as well as wearing a cap. He looked so d**n stupid and he knew it. The boy put his glasses back on, and did up the blue McDonalds shirt before tying the laces on his black shoes. He knew that as soon as he stepped out of the flat there would be people laughing at him. If he could have Charlie would have worked elsewhere but at the time when he was looking for a job there was only McDonalds and starbucks available, and since the hours didn’t go over each other he’d decided on both. Oh well. At least he was getting money right?

Charlie walked down the highstreet, his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, eyes downcast. He could hear people sblack personing at his appearance, but for god’s sake, he thought they should seriously get a life. What did it matter? The seventeen year old walked into the “restaurant” and walked behind the counter, clocking in once he was in the staff part. His manager approached. “You’re five minutes late Hadley. Get here on time next time.” Charlie said, “Yeah sorry.” Charlie tied a black apron round his waist, and went up to his empty cashier, and moaned because of the line of people. There was a queue right back to the door and only two cashiers right now. Oh god. Today was going to be a tiring day of work.

favourite rule and why;;
Post lengths, because I love long posts.

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