Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 2:34:10 GMT
Name: Mr. Perkins
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Greedy, cold-hearted, usually calm and patient. However, he possesses a quick temper, and has no patience for incompetence. Despite his gruff demeanor, and evil ways, Mr. Perkins does care for his son, Vector, enough to do what he can to help him get a leg up in the world.
Appearance: A very large, tall man, standing near seven feet, and weighing over three hundred pounds. Has two horn-like tufts of dark hair on his head, and has a very thick neck on top of broad shoulders and a very fat body. Due to his large size, Mr' Perkins tends to move in a slow, deliberate manner. Typically dressed in a nice suit.
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Brief History: After learning everything he could about turning profits, and investing money, Mr. Perkins joined the Bank of Evil, and rose steadily through the ranks, his cold, calculating mind earning him deep respect among his superiors and coworkers alike. Some time after his son was born, Mr. Perkins had worked his way up to the highest managerial position within the Bank of Evil. Along the way, he had grown to hate Gru, mainly because his schemes often failed to turn a profit, and because the older supervillain stood in the way of the younger Vector, born Victor Perkins.
After Gru's plan to shrink and steal the moon ended with the moon in orbit, and Vector stranded on it, Mr. Perkins coldly decided to leave him there, deciding it would be too expensive to retrieve him. It wasn't too long after that when Mr. Perkins found himself ripped away from his comfortable office, and his beloved bank...
Sample Post: A pounding headache greeted Mr. Perkins as the big man woke up, squinting in the sudden light, and shielding his face with a beefy hand. He groaned as he sat up, blinking as he looked around groggily. It took him a moment to fully realize he wasn't in his office, or even in his bank. When it did register in his brain that he was, inexplicably, seated in a jungle, he just sat where he was for a moment, trying to remember the events just prior to his awakening here. Maybe he had been listening to a proposition to fund further research on a prototype teleporter, or something similar. If that was the case, he would see to it that whoever had been proposing it would be disposed of.
With a groan, Mr. Perkins slowly, ponderously, got to his feet, dismissing the thought for his mind. He was certain there had been no prototype, and there was some other reason he was in a jungle. He brushed the leaves and dirt off of his suit as he looked around, then down at the ground, then up in the sky. From the looks of things, he'd simply been dropped onto the ground. He shook his head in disgust. "I don't know who you are, or why or how you brought me here, and quite frankly, I don't care. But, if you send me back to where you found me, and I'll make you very rich. I'll shake hands on it, sign a contract, or make any kind of agreement you want! Do we have a deal?"
He addressed the empty air, certain somebody had to be watching, then waited several minutes for some kind of response. The lingering silence made it clear he wouldn't get an answer, and he scowled in frustration, and growing anger. Refusing to simply sit around, he headed off through the jungle, intent on finding somebody so he could get a better idea on why he was here. He crashed through the jungle's undergrowth, heedless of the racket he was making, already starting to sweat.
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Hero or Villain?: Villain
Canon or OC?: Canon
Personality: Greedy, cold-hearted, usually calm and patient. However, he possesses a quick temper, and has no patience for incompetence. Despite his gruff demeanor, and evil ways, Mr. Perkins does care for his son, Vector, enough to do what he can to help him get a leg up in the world.
Appearance: A very large, tall man, standing near seven feet, and weighing over three hundred pounds. Has two horn-like tufts of dark hair on his head, and has a very thick neck on top of broad shoulders and a very fat body. Due to his large size, Mr' Perkins tends to move in a slow, deliberate manner. Typically dressed in a nice suit.
Image:
Brief History: After learning everything he could about turning profits, and investing money, Mr. Perkins joined the Bank of Evil, and rose steadily through the ranks, his cold, calculating mind earning him deep respect among his superiors and coworkers alike. Some time after his son was born, Mr. Perkins had worked his way up to the highest managerial position within the Bank of Evil. Along the way, he had grown to hate Gru, mainly because his schemes often failed to turn a profit, and because the older supervillain stood in the way of the younger Vector, born Victor Perkins.
After Gru's plan to shrink and steal the moon ended with the moon in orbit, and Vector stranded on it, Mr. Perkins coldly decided to leave him there, deciding it would be too expensive to retrieve him. It wasn't too long after that when Mr. Perkins found himself ripped away from his comfortable office, and his beloved bank...
Sample Post: A pounding headache greeted Mr. Perkins as the big man woke up, squinting in the sudden light, and shielding his face with a beefy hand. He groaned as he sat up, blinking as he looked around groggily. It took him a moment to fully realize he wasn't in his office, or even in his bank. When it did register in his brain that he was, inexplicably, seated in a jungle, he just sat where he was for a moment, trying to remember the events just prior to his awakening here. Maybe he had been listening to a proposition to fund further research on a prototype teleporter, or something similar. If that was the case, he would see to it that whoever had been proposing it would be disposed of.
With a groan, Mr. Perkins slowly, ponderously, got to his feet, dismissing the thought for his mind. He was certain there had been no prototype, and there was some other reason he was in a jungle. He brushed the leaves and dirt off of his suit as he looked around, then down at the ground, then up in the sky. From the looks of things, he'd simply been dropped onto the ground. He shook his head in disgust. "I don't know who you are, or why or how you brought me here, and quite frankly, I don't care. But, if you send me back to where you found me, and I'll make you very rich. I'll shake hands on it, sign a contract, or make any kind of agreement you want! Do we have a deal?"
He addressed the empty air, certain somebody had to be watching, then waited several minutes for some kind of response. The lingering silence made it clear he wouldn't get an answer, and he scowled in frustration, and growing anger. Refusing to simply sit around, he headed off through the jungle, intent on finding somebody so he could get a better idea on why he was here. He crashed through the jungle's undergrowth, heedless of the racket he was making, already starting to sweat.