Rejected IWO Character: La Salle by: Garth Thompson Posted on: Wednesday, June 26th 2002 10:49 PM Written: Tuesday, May 21st 2002 Wrestler Name:René Robert Cavelier, sieur de La Salle Height:5'10" Weight:195 lbs. Background/Personality:Explorer of North America, born in Rouen, France. He settled as a trader near Montreal, and descended the Ohio and Mississippi to the sea (1682), claiming Louisiana for France and naming it after Louis XIV. In 1684 he led an expedition to the Gulf of Mexico, but spent two fruitless years looking for the Misissippi Delta. His followers mutinied, and he was murdered. He came back to life somehow and wants to wrestle. Your Name:J.K. E-mail Address:fartbertphony@wetwetwet.com Sample Roleplay {René Robert Cavelier, sieur de La Salle walks in and starts talking.} La Salle "I have sailed through uncharted territories, braved savage forests and plains, and seen wonders that would make one of weaker constitution into a gibbering wreck unable to perform even the most menial of tasks. The year is 1682 and I am La Salle, an explorer for France. I have been hired to investigate a large river which runs through the new world, called the Mississippi, but I have an ulterior motive. I wish to pursue to study of the various limacine creatures which inhabit this world, the slugs and shell-less snails. Did you know that in the continent of Africa they found a slug with seven different colors on it? And that in England’s great wilderness of Australia they found a slug that’s over three feet long? That’s not to say that I don’t like the native fauna of my home France where the slugs are only a few tenths of an inch long and have been known to destroy entire gardens. I was describing this, in fact, to my sponsor for my exploring, when he suddenly yelled, ‘OK, stop, I’ll give you everything you want, just stop!’ So they actually were so interested in what I was talking about that they gave me everything I wanted right there. The first of my first mates on the voyage was named Phinneas and he seemed like a good listener until, after I was telling him a rather long story about the mating habits of the slugs of southern Spain (The ones that eat the wheat, rice and other large crops there rather than just the small vegetables, except when, anyway) when he suddenly did a pratfall backwards off the boat and swam away. It would’ve been quite a swim back to Europe, but the man was just yellow I suppose, and must have decided that he did not have the courage for the adventures ahead. As our adventure drew longer, the crew of my ship became increasingly hardened by the adversities, fewer and fewer appearing for my nightly speeches, even though as less and less came I devoted more and more time in each of these speeches to the various slugs which I had discovered so far, to make the speeches better. Only one of our contacts with the natives resulted in violence, though that was the only one which had an interpreter. I was attempting to use small talk to gain his favor, telling him about the slugs back in Europe while trying to get to know him better through information about the slugs here. After only talking to him three hours he yelled a war cry and ran back to his village, which proceeded to chase me and my men back onto the boat. We barely escaped with our lives. Perhaps some of the hallucinogenic plants which we had discovered had been used by these natives, which would explain their response. Despite having explored thousands of miles of uncharted territory, I consider my mission to the new world a failure, as the limacine creatures I discovered there were not significantly different than those in Europe. Though now that I’m back I find myself somewhat lonely, as no one has contacted me since my return? I don’t see why. I’m an interesting person." {Some other guy walks in.} Guy "Damn Frenchman. You suck." La Salle :-( {fade}