Post by HOBAN WASHBURNE on Mar 4, 2010 3:09:47 GMT -5
HOBAN WASHBURNE
IN-CHARACTER
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FULL NAME: Hoban Washburne
NICKNAMES: Wash
DATE OF BIRTH: March 7, 2487
AGE: 31
SPECIES: human
ABILITIES: piloting and clever witticisms
FANDOM: Firefly
PERSONALITY:Wash is a carefree individual. Not much can upset him, with perhaps the exception of a deep rooted jealousy of Malcolm Reynolds. Wash is a fairly secure man, he just can't help envying the unspoken connection Mal and Zoe share. He has come to terms with the fact that the two are only friends, however he still secretly wishes he had that sort of history to share with the others. He has the mentality of a much younger man, enjoying such simple things in life as playing with action figures (most notably his stegosaurus and allosaurus). He has a "life's a joke and death is the punchline, so don't take everything so seriously" attitude. He enjoys making his friends laugh, and tries to lighten otherwise tense moods. Though he has tried to push his luck with jokes.
Among his fellow crew mates, he often serves as the voice of reason, or morality. He doesn't believe that violence is the answer to all problems -though he admits it's the answer to some-, and often tries to remind his friends and even his wife, about other choices that can be made (preferably not resulting in murder).
He is a loyal friend, and a trustworthy crew member, willing to do most of what his captain requests. He knows his own failings: fighting and/or intimidating force. He is also a loyal and devoted husband. He loves Zoe with all of his heart, and isn't afraid to show it in front of others -- whether or not they want him to. She is the Yin to his Yang essentially, and he would do almost anything to protect her. She compliments his naiveté, keeping him grounded and in the here and now.
HISTORY:Hoban Washburne was born to Caleb and Violette Washburne, who apparently had a cruel sense of humor when they named their son, on the planet Whittier. They were fairly well off, sending their son to private school where he adopted the nick name Wash because honestly why would anyone call themselves Hoban? He got decent marks in his classes, but he never got into much as far as studies went. He did like some English classes, when they learned about literature and poems, but it was after he graduated that he furthered his true passion: flying. He longed to be a pilot, to get off his polluted little rock they called a planet. He couldn't even see the stars through the thick atmosphere. So he went to one of the best flight academies on his planet and worked his way through two years of classes. He was a natural at piloting, and would have continued to stay in school had it not been for the war.
It was at his flight school, that he met the man who would come to be known as Mr. Universe. Though the two were never best friends, they were on good enough terms for Wash to have been shocked and somewhat outraged that the other boy would hack into the computer system to make himself the Valedictorian for their year. Had he not done so, the title would have gone to himself. Wash threatened to go to the head of the school, but thought better of it when Mr. Universe offered him a trade. If he, Wash kept silent, Mr. Universe would offer him his services whenever he asked for them: no if, ands, or buts about it. Wash took the trade, after all he would always know that he had been the better pilot, and who knew when he might need a favor?
It was hard to ignore what had been going on around him for years, though, even if he was exempt, being a student. He decided to put his skills to the test and enlisted among the ranks of the independents, though he wasn't overly loyal to the group. He had never much kept up with the politics of the war, but he had seen some of the things the other side was capable of and quite frankly, it terrified him. It was his first mission, he was filled with the euphoria one could only feel on their first flight as an official pilot. However that feeling was shot down, literally. He found himself being chased by an alliance ship. He dis some fancy maneuvering to make an escape, when wasn't top of his flight class for nothing. The alliance ship was faster and better made for the tight turns he pulled off however and eventually they shot out one of his engines. He crash landed and was boarded.
He was taken to a POW camp where he spent the remainder of the war. Luckily for him, it only lasted another 6 months. He spent the majority of his time keeping his fellow prisoners entertained and their spirits high. When the war finally ended and his side had lost, he wasn't overly upset. The Alliance seemed to be keeping their word for the most part, but as time wore on he began to see that not all was quite as it seemed. Once freed from his confinement, he made good on his previous desires. He traveled the galaxy, building up a reputation for himself as a pilot. He was highly sought after by captains needing their vessels piloted. Mostly smugglers or freelance businessmen, but he was popular nonetheless.
One captain in particular caught his attention: Malcolm Reynolds. His ship wasn't much to look at when he showed up for the interview, but once he sat behind the controls he knew this was the sort of ship that would do exactly what you needed it to if you pushed the right buttons. The sort of ship a pilot could share a bond with. He was elated and relieved to get the call back about the job and soon found himself a happy, permanent crew member aboard the firefly ship Serenity. Upon first joining the crew, he noticed it was a small group consisting of just himself , the captain and his first mate Zoe. When he'd first seen her he'd thought she was cute, and feisty. . .the flip you over her shoulder if you tried to make a move on her and she didn't like you kind of feisty. He was right about that part; she didn't mess around. It took months of reckless flirting on his part and occasional threats from her before he wore her down. Eventually he got her to agree to go on a date with him and from there on out it was smooth sailing. . .well mostly. . .regardless the two got married.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Wash grinned at Kaylee, shaking his head in amusement at her positive name calling. Getting to share a little quality time with Kaylee was refreshing after being cooped up in the bridge for a while. He pressed the tip of the green crayon onto the paper and began coloring in the jungle leaves. He rather liked the look of plants on the paper, as anyone who knew him well enough would know. To be fair anyone who didn't know him well enough would know simply by glancing at the shirt he was currently wearing. He finished with the green, chuckling lightly at Kaylee's response, before returning the color and picking out the yellow crayon.
He nodded as she mentioned Serenity needing new parts. Of all the passengers on the ship besides her, he was probably the most able to grasp the necessity. "We'll see if we can't pressure the captain into meeting your demands," he said, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced up at the ceiling, as if picturing the inner workings of the ship. "She could use a few new parts-- well newer anyway."
He was finishing up the background when she asked him about his plans once they were planet side. "Well, I wouldn't mind finding a nice little hotel room somewhere and slipping away for a little while, but I have a feeling Mal's gonna need Zoe for something or another," he sighed and put down the crayon. He and Zoe didn't always get the quality time he wanted when they went docked, but they saw each other enough on the ship, so he guessed it evened out in the end. . .kind of. "Maybe I'll go into town and do some spare parts shopping?" He arched an eyebrow at her loftily as if inviting her along.
Before much else could be said another crew member joined them. "Ah Jayne. Wash said picking up his crayon again and tapping his head thoughtfully. "Good of you to join us." He added some more yellow to his picture before looking back at him. "Yes we are, he agreed with a smirk, his tone lilting. He nodded at Kaylee's next comment. "Yes Jayne, do you wanna color one? I think Kaylee's got a picture of a pony in there you could color if you want."
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NAME/ALIAS:liz or lizardbreath
AGE: 21
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 7 years
CONTACT: aim
FUN FACT! My school is just a ruse. . I actually go to Dr. Xavier's School for gifted Youngsters.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
