Post by Chef Daniel Martin on Dec 15, 2008 21:20:37 GMT -6
Full Name:
Daniel Martin
Nicknames/Aliases:
Chef
Species:
Human
Allegiance:
With the Council
Job:
Executive Chef for the Castle of the Council
Family:
Nick Martin(Father, servant), Cecelia Martin(Mother, deceased), Heather Martin(Twin Sister)
Age:
25
Appearance:
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
160lbs.
Eyes:
Brown
Hair:
Dark blond
Hair Style:
Messy occasionally up in somewhat spikes or a faux hawk
Any distinguishing features:
He has numerous tattoos. One of a skull, knife and whisk on his right bicep and another of his family's names on his back. And a classic 'Mom' in the heart on his left calf
Usual Clothing:
Jeans and either a white T-shirt or white chef's coat, bandanna and an apron when working.
Preferred Weapon:
Doesn't fight but if neccesary his fists or knives
Powers/Abilities:
None
Weaknesses
Pacifist
He's a complete pacifist and would prefer to take a complete beating as opposed to actually fighting
Gullible
He can be easily dooped into thinking whatever someone wants.
Cooking
It's also a skill, but when cooking he tends to get lost in his own mind, shutting out the outside world.
Other skills and talents:
Cooking
He is a very, very skilled chef and can whip up anything with even the simplest of ingredients
Business Management
Personality:
Daniel is a very happy and outgoing person. He seems to enjoy helping others and being with others. He doesn't like being alone and will seek others out to have a conversation so he can be with someone. But his greatest passion is cooking. He can usually be found in the kitchen cooking for whoever wants to eat or just getting meals ready for when he's off. So others can eat when he's not there to make them. It's not that he feels those that work for him aren't capable, anything but. He just worries and wants to make sure they're ready for anything.
Background/History:
Daniel was born to two other servants for the Council. But unlike what most would expect he was not expected to also become a servant. For most of his life he worked at the castle while in school. Just trying to figure out what he wanted to do. He did various jobs but soon he'd find his calling. When he was 12 he was sent to the kitchen. At first he didn't like it and got bored easily. Then one night he was working in the kitchen, just cleaning up when a council member came in hungry and slightly drunk. He had seen the cooks enough to know basically what to do. He began to quickly whip something up and made a meal for the council member. He was proud and the council member wouldn't stop praising him for what he'd done. He asked to say on in the kitchen while he went to school. He worked in the kitchen and slowly worked his way up the ladder in the kitchen.
Upon graduating High School he went to work in the kitchen full time. It wasn't long until he made his way up to Sous Chef. He worked hard, waiting for the time when he'd move up. But that time came much earlier than he or anyone else had expected. When the current Executive, his mother, died of a heart attack. He was grief stricken and hurt. But knew she'd want him to carry on where she'd left off. It was hard at first but he'd always enjoyed challenges and now was no different. So he took up the reigns and quickly became a favorite of many people in the castle for his willing to make new and very odd dishes to please people.
Sample RP:
It was late. Probably close to midnight now. The kitchen was all but empty as they usually only got vampires in this late at night. Since everyone else was usually asleep. One man worked in the kitchen. Judging by how he was moving you'd think the entire dining area was filled. But it was empty, as usual for this time. He had numerous sautee pans going on the stove. He opened a door and checked a roast before quickly closing it and going to begin chopping vegetables. He glanced up as the door opened and smiled his polite smile.
"Hey, what can I do for you?"
Face Claim:
Jamie Oliver
Need a home or room?
Not now
Anything else we need to know?:
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