Mint Kensley
Jul 23, 2018 7:02:44 GMT
Post by Mint Kensley on Jul 23, 2018 7:02:44 GMT
Name: Mint Kensley
Birthday: 8th of June 1984 (Which makes him 34 years old, Gemini and Rat)
Personality: Here's a poem to describe him:
Looks: He looks about the same as the movies, perhaps boringly so.
• Height: 6'5" (196 cms)
• Hair Color: Lots of Fringe with a Tinge of the Ginge in it. (Ginger)
• Eye Color: Bleu
Backstory:
This was it! He had finally got it right! She called him late at night, possibly due to the fact that nobody else was on call then, but this one felt aimed towards him. This could be his breakthrough! This woman, he thought she gave her name as Madonna, although tight-lipped about the specifics, seemed to think something was going on, and would require the expert help of a certain individual known as Mint. Okay, she didn’t specifically ask for expert help from him specifically, but it was close enough. She asked for him to come to the school, apparently she was a headmistress there, which was odd. It’s as if they’d give that job to anyone these days. Oddities aside, the money was good, and the potential case and its effects on his future life was priceless. He tipped his fedora lightly, took a deep breath through his pipe, exhaling as he double-checked his belongings. Notepad, Check. Pen, Check. Pipe, he puffed out a cloud of smoke, Check. He patted his pockets, noting happily that his Tic-Tacs were still there. He had a tendency to forget to refill. Luckily, he’d remembered it this time. He stepped out of his car, slamming the door behind him as he approached the school grounds.
Ahhh... High school, he thought as he took another deep inhalation of smoke and nicotine and all that implies. He was somewhat surprised to find that he had missed it. His years in High School had been rough. He wasn’t fit enough to join the football team, nor was he smart enough to be part of any of the science clubs or similar. He had been stuck with the photography club. In hindsight, that was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Nothing else, before or after, had ever opened his eyes like that club and its members did. One day, Joe had run in with a panicked expression on his face, clutching his camera to his chest. After developing the photos that were the source of his panic, Joe had triumphantly showed them the absolutely truthful and not at all blurry photos of an honest to God real UFO. Joe had been ecstatic, and it was contagious. Not soon after, Mint had started searching for signs all over the place. Some would say that he should have stopped before he grew up, but Mint knew that something weird was out there, and he was determined to find out who, or what, that was.
Birthday: 8th of June 1984 (Which makes him 34 years old, Gemini and Rat)
Personality: Here's a poem to describe him:
Perfectly Sane
Nobody is saner than he
No sir, no sirree
His point of view is delightfully Gray
They might not exist, but they may
Nobody is saner than he
No sir, no sirree
His point of view is delightfully Gray
They might not exist, but they may
On a serious note: He’s pretty serious about his work, and you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone more well… focused. He smokes, using a pipe because he thinks it makes him look smarter, more “detective-like”. Exorcises Exercises regularly. Has a sizable collection of trading cards from his youth, most of which are in “Mint Condition”. Never leaves home without four things: His fedora, his pipe, his notepad and his packet of Tic-Tacs. Has an overly romanticized view on the 60ies, even if he wasn’t born then.
Looks: He looks about the same as the movies, perhaps boringly so.
• Height: 6'5" (196 cms)
• Hair Color: Lots of Fringe with a Tinge of the Ginge in it. (Ginger)
• Eye Color: Bleu
Backstory:
This was it! He had finally got it right! She called him late at night, possibly due to the fact that nobody else was on call then, but this one felt aimed towards him. This could be his breakthrough! This woman, he thought she gave her name as Madonna, although tight-lipped about the specifics, seemed to think something was going on, and would require the expert help of a certain individual known as Mint. Okay, she didn’t specifically ask for expert help from him specifically, but it was close enough. She asked for him to come to the school, apparently she was a headmistress there, which was odd. It’s as if they’d give that job to anyone these days. Oddities aside, the money was good, and the potential case and its effects on his future life was priceless. He tipped his fedora lightly, took a deep breath through his pipe, exhaling as he double-checked his belongings. Notepad, Check. Pen, Check. Pipe, he puffed out a cloud of smoke, Check. He patted his pockets, noting happily that his Tic-Tacs were still there. He had a tendency to forget to refill. Luckily, he’d remembered it this time. He stepped out of his car, slamming the door behind him as he approached the school grounds.
Ahhh... High school, he thought as he took another deep inhalation of smoke and nicotine and all that implies. He was somewhat surprised to find that he had missed it. His years in High School had been rough. He wasn’t fit enough to join the football team, nor was he smart enough to be part of any of the science clubs or similar. He had been stuck with the photography club. In hindsight, that was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Nothing else, before or after, had ever opened his eyes like that club and its members did. One day, Joe had run in with a panicked expression on his face, clutching his camera to his chest. After developing the photos that were the source of his panic, Joe had triumphantly showed them the absolutely truthful and not at all blurry photos of an honest to God real UFO. Joe had been ecstatic, and it was contagious. Not soon after, Mint had started searching for signs all over the place. Some would say that he should have stopped before he grew up, but Mint knew that something weird was out there, and he was determined to find out who, or what, that was.