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[b]Name:[/b] Roy Piper
[b]Date of Birth/Age:[/b] August 23, 1938 A.D. - 18 years old.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Occupation:[/b] High School Senior, paid under the table as mechanic assistant
[b]Appearance:[/b] Roy is a young Caucasian male with dark brown hair that's usually slicked back with some form of grease or another. He's a decent medium build, but certainly not very intimidating by just his size. He's only around 5'10" and rarely hits the gym to build up any muscle. His clothing is typical of a rough teenager of the fifties, consisting of tight washed out blue jeans, a plain white tee, and his gang's signature black leather jacket. His shoes match the jacket, naturally. In fact, they're fine Italian leather, which he takes great pride in and can often be seen showing them off to the ladies. He has a scar near his wrist on his left arm from a small mistake while fixing a junked out car. His eyes are a dazzling blue and along with his trademark smirk, that duo is usually how he gets any girl to park.
[b]Personality:[/b] Roy belongs to the greaser gang known as The Jackets. He is the self-proclaimed ladies' man of the group, although it's quite questionable considering most of the females flock to the gang leader Leo. Being best friends with Leo, Roy fancies himself second in command and because of this has grown a bit of an ego. This ego can often get him and his gang into rough and rugged situations, particularly with neighboring gangs. You could say he has a reputation for having quite a mouth on him, which often he gets punched in. Leo, despite leading The Jackets, is studious and therefore so are most of the other members, but Roy decides his studies rank low in his priorities. He spends most of his time fixing cars at a local shop, flirting with the girls down at the diner, or catching the latest Kirk Douglas flicks down at the drive-ins. He has a good life and a loving family, but he simply makes the wrong choices. He acts before he thinks, and is usually fairly stubborn and doesn't like getting told what to do. Not even Leo bothers commanding him anymore unless Roy's about to be beaten to a pulp. His cocky, rebellious attitude is surely going to get him into deep trouble someday.
[b]Writing Snippet:[/b] â??Count your lucky stars there, Roy,â? said a young member of the Jackets as he helped up his comrade from the pavement. Once Roy was on his feet it was apparent that this younger fellow was also sufficiently shorter than most. Still, he acted tough for his size. â??If I didnâ??t see you gettinâ?? jumped ovaâ?? here youâ??d be dead meat, eh?â?
â??Thatâ??s enough, Robbie,â? Leo said, pushing past the short loudmouth. The leader brushed Roy off violently like he was an old coat. â??Always gettinâ?? into trouble, eh, Roy?â?
â??Hey, I didnâ??t need you fellas,â? Roy snapped back in his casual cocky attitude. â??I had â??em right where I wanted â??em.â? He wiped the blood from his nose with his jacket sleeve as the gang took in on a group laugh.
â??Get a load of this guy,â? Robbie snickered to the others while jabbing a thumb in Royâ??s direction. â??He thinks heâ??s Rocky Marciano.â?*
â??Thatâ??s right, Robbie Boy, crack one off on me, eh,â? Roy remarked. â??Least I donâ??t get pounded by my ten-year-old brother.â?
Robbieâ??s smirk turned quickly to a grimace as the other boys switched to Royâ??s side. The short Jacket spun his head around to find the negative attention now on him. â??Hey, get bent, Roy Piper! You know Iâ??m sensitive about my height.â?
â??What? You short, Thumbelina? I had no idea.â? The whole gang joined in laughing as Robbie attempted to shout over the commotion and regain some dignity.
â??Cool it, Robbie,â? Leo commanded with authority. â??Roy, come with me.â? He putting an arm around his buddy and led him away from the band of laughing hyenas. â??So you know the Prom is this weekend.â?
â??Yeah, of course. Itâ??ll be a kick. I had plans on takinâ?? Amy.â?
â??Nah, nah, you canâ??t take Amy,â? Leo said, stopping to light a cigarette. Once he blew his first puff and let it settle, he answered Royâ??s silent quizzical expression. â??Sheâ??s going steady with Danny Baxter.â?
â??Dan-Danny Baxter?â? Roy said in both surprise and disgust. â??That odd ball?â?
â??â??Fraid so. But hey, listenâ??all hope isnâ??t lost. I met a couple gals down at Smokeyâ??s yesterday.â?
â??Yeah?â? Roy didnâ??t sound too interested, at least according to his tone. He leaned against a fence and cleaned the dirt off his Italian leather shoes.
â??Word from the bird is theyâ??re fast.â?** Leo winked. Roy looked up from his polish job. â??They want to meet you. Iâ??ll save the brunette for you. I know how you are, Roy.â?
â??You really know how to razz my berries, Leo,â? Roy replied, chuckling almost so that no one could hear. â??But I donâ??t feel like gettinâ?? clutched here. You sure them girls ainâ??t bad news? I donâ??t want no fake outs.*** And sometimes you choose some real lookers. Note the sarcasm. They grody, Leo? Be honest.â?
â??What are you, writing a book? Cool it, Roy. Geez. Jusâ?? wait and see, alright?â? Leo tossed his cigarette to the ground and fiddled with his jacket collar. â??Now câ??mon. Letâ??s cut out before they stop servinâ?? fries at the diner.â? Roy finished up the last bit of dirt on his shoe and followed his friend back to the group of rowdy boys. With his only concern being girls at the moment, he didnâ??t have much worry on his shoulders. That would soon change.
*: Rocky Marciano was an Italian-American boxer and heavyweight champion from 1952 to 1956.
**: To be fast means to be easy.
***: Getting clutched means to get rejected. Fake outs are bad dates.
[b]Extras:[/b] Roy, being a teenager, hasn't really dealt with many weapons. He's shot a gun or two before with his father and he's most likely hit his brother with some blunt object, but his fists are his only offense when it comes to fighting on the streets with his gang. He hasn't really been provoked with any serious danger to call for a weapon. However, he knows cars and mechanics quite well. He's been working with different auto shops since he was eight. He certainly knows his way around an engine.
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I enjoy writing for this character. I can put my random 50's knowledge to good use now. :]