Danny Silverman
Apr 20, 2011 11:05:31 GMT -5
Post by Danny Silverman on Apr 20, 2011 11:05:31 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Daniel Eli Silverman
Nicknames: Always Danny. Always
Age: 47
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Local
Powers: Non-powered
Play By: David Macklovitch
The Details
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Reallly dark brown
Any Piercings? Nope
Any Tattoos? You kidding? This boy doesn't do needles.
Any Scars? Hardly any. At most, he has a few on his hands and arms from handling sharp materials. Oh, and one from having his appendix removed.
General Appearance:
Danny looks exactly like the kid who was bullied throughout school, because that’s pretty much exactly what he is. He’s small, for one, just barely hitting 5’7”, although he swears that he’s a half an inch taller and often stretches to seem so. He’s a thin man, too, with large, thick-rimmed glasses that often fall down his rather large nose (something that seems WAY too big for his face). They also make his brown eyes seem huge. He’s got a lot of hair, and he doesn’t ever seem to be able to tame it. It’s black and thick and coarse and it goes every which way. He’s pretty much given up on getting it to do anything. The good news is that he’ll probably never go bald. The bad news is that he does tend to look like a bespeckled Elvis when he’s not careful.
He pretty much always looks disheveled. It’s not always due to his clothes, though. When Danny wants to look nice, he can manage to do so. Never in a formal suit and tie, though. That just makes him look like a kid playing dress up. He prefers a suit jacket and a collared shirt for that. It’s the only thing that makes him look fairly decent. It doesn’t stop him from looking scruffy, though. He’s got a pretty constant 5’oclock shadow even after he’s just shaved, and a neck beard any time after that. When not in formal wear, he prefers just baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, both of which are usually splattered with some kind of art material, whether paint or ink or clay.
Past that, Danny’s just…normal. He’s got a tan from living in California, and pretty rough hands due to working with different materials all the time. He rarely stays still unless working on a project of his, and is usually smiling. But those are his most defining traits.
Personality:
They say there are two kinds of people: the introverts and the extroverts. Danny fits almost completely into the second category. He is a ridiculously social creature. He likes spending time with people, and the more of them, the better. This makes up the backbone of his personality. He likes to chat, he likes to joke, and he likes to hang out. He’s a very smiley, friendly fellow, and he loves nothing more than when people like him. That said, he’s not particularly outgoing. He always feels uncomfortable introducing himself and inserting himself into a group, which is why he tends to hang out on the edge of groups awkwardly if no one pulls him in to join the others.
He also isn’t very good with rejection. As in…at all. There is nothing worse to Danny than when people don’t like him, even if it’s not his fault. He knows that it happens, but he still doesn’t like it, and he’ll mope for a couple of days until he either comes up with a way for the other person to like him or meets someone else who DOES like him. He doesn’t hold much of a grudge, and he rarely gets upset with someone unless they are prejudiced for a trait of his—or his friend’s—that can’t be changed. He views that as unfair and stupid. That’s pretty much the only way you can get Danny mad. Even if you insult him personally, he’ll just look hurt.
He’s also patient, and very, very focused. Those kinds of trait comes along with the job. There’s nothing more time-consuming and frustrating than fitting together itty-bitty little pieces that sometimes don’t work out quite right. But Danny’s willing to sit at his model making for hours and hours and hours without getting too upset if something goes wrong. This tends to carry over to his personal life as well. He’s very patient with his friends, and very determined to make sure that everything goes well in their lives (and that they still like him, of course. Sometimes, however, he can be a little too focused. “No” isn’t really something he gets very well, in any situation.
Oh, and don’t forget the cluelessness. Whether it is popular culture references or dirty jokes, this boy’s always about five steps behind the rest. He also tends to miss when the joke’s on him. He’s kind of silly that way. He also has a serious shopping issue: specifically for art supplies. He's rather desperate for SOMEONE who can stop him from buying anything that looks interesting, because he feels that's where most of his money goes.
Your Vices
Likes:
Models
Cobalt
Temple
Art Supplies
Small Towns
Meeting New People
Helping out
Snow (he missed it while in California)
The Lakers (yes, he totally watches all the games)
Buying things
Dislikes:
Arguments
Losing touch
Being betrayed
Prejudice
Being all out of art supplies (he HATES this.)
Being out of money (this is even worse!)
Rejection
Being confused
Being out of the loop
Football (just no. It's so brutal!)
Strengths:
Making models
Patience
Getting along with people (well, usually)
The puppy-dog look (hard with glasses, but he thinks he's mastered it)
Multi-tasking (thus proving that men can do it, so there!)
Weaknesses:
Saving money
Handling people who don't like him
Handling surprises. (He loves giving them, but isn't so good with getting them.)
Observing (specifically of events going around him. He's pretty good with moods)
Needles (they're sharp and pointy and silver and it's just bad. Really.)
Fears:
Needles
People don't accept him for what he is.
Going to hell for being gay.
Secret: He always wanted to be an astronaut. Being a model maker will have to do instead.
Family Ties
Father:
Biological: Unknown.
Adopted: Asher Silverman
Mother:
Biological: Unknown.
Adopted: Lydia Silverman
Siblings: None.
Any Other Important People: Cobalt Weaver, his best friend whom he hasn't seen in years.
History
When Danny was a boy, he often asked the orphanage officials the story of his parents. None of them were ever particularly happy to tell him. It was a sad story, they said, and they didn’t know all the details. He wasn’t ready. It wouldn’t make things any better, so why did he need to know? But Danny was nothing if not stubborn, and eventually, in bits of pieces, he got the information he needed. And it wasn’t much. One day, a boy met a girl. One day, they got in a little over their heads. And one day, out popped Daniel Eli. And little Danny was promptly dropped off for adoption, and no one heard from the boy or girl again.
Danny tried not to feel too disappointed at the simplicity of the story. He didn’t know why. Perhaps he was hoping for something more dramatic or even just more hopeful, like what they showed on TV or he’d read in books through his thick glasses. He wondered some days if they’d come back for him. If maybe they’d regret what they’d lost and come back, crying out that they loved him and hadn’t meant to put him through any pain.
But it didn’t happen. Danny stayed at the orphanage. He was a pretty quiet child, one who didn’t try to make much of a fuss. The one thing he was always focused on was models: all sorts of them, but his favorites of planes and rockets. At first, it was just for the fact that they were flying things. Danny wanted to fly above all else, especially after seeing clips of the astronauts in their rockets. But soon, he found out that he loved making models: the work it took, and especially the end result of a perfect little replica.
It was over a model that Danny met Cobalt. He’d been working on a plane when some of the other boys came up and started picking on him. Cobalt fought them off, not even caring that he’d get in trouble afterwards, and from that, Danny became fast friends with the boy. Sure, Cobalt was a little odd….and tended to be a bit prickly at times. But he liked the younger boy. He told him his secrets: the fact he wanted to be an astronaut and that he was petrified of a certain Mother Superior. However, after a certain conversation held after a lesson about the ways you could go to hell, Danny never confided the biggest secret of all: that he was pretty sure he was gay, and that he kind of…secretly-sort-of liked Cobalt. Or thought he did. How would he know? He’d never really liked someone before, and his usual tactic of prodding the nuns for answers wouldn’t have worked in that situation. Still, Cobalt was his best friend, and stayed that way for six years until weird things started happening. Around Cobalt. Danny never really understood what happened, but one day some men came for Cobalt, to take him to some special school, and the next, Danny had an address in his hand and was forced to hug his best friend and say goodbye.
It was hard without Cobalt. A figure that Danny had come to rely on was gone, and although Danny wrote religiously—once every day, telling Cobalt every silly little detail—he still felt…lonely.
And then he met Rabbi Greenspan. Well, not really met. The rabbi had put himself in the boy’s path. The rabbi claimed to have known Danny’s parents, and said he wanted to right a wrong that had been done. It was he who introduced the fifteen-year-old, who viewed himself as too old to be adopted, to Lydia and Asher Silverman. The rabbi was Lydia’s brother. And before he knew it, Danny found the paperwork filled out and himself on a plane to California, settled in to a new house, completely forgetting that he’d forgotten his customary letter to Cobalt.
And when he did remember, he realized something else. In the haste to move out, he’d lost Cobalt’s address.
The boy was distraught. He searched high and low for it, and called the orphanage daily to beg and see if they had it, or if they had received another letter from Cobalt so he could write back. But nothing came, and eventually, Danny gave up. He tried to settle into his new life. He officially became a member of the Jewish faith, having a slightly belated bat mitzvah and learning Hebrew with a bit of difficulty. He went to a normal high school and, all in all, tried to have a normal life.
It didn’t take long for Danny to realize that being an astronaut wasn’t going to happen, but he was surprised when he found himself taking an interest in art. His love for models had continued, but he also found he was pretty good at sculpting and, of all things, woodwork. When he graduated high school, he decided against the more traditional careers and went to an art school. When he graduated, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. For a while, he lived at his adopted parent’s home in Los Angeles, working flipping burgers at night shifts, until, at last, he got a call by a friend of his who had gone into the movie business, begging for someone who could make a sculpture for a set and in a hurry. And that was how Danny’s rather unusual business of all-around set help came into play. At first, it was just the oddball job. He’d sculpt or paint something, or something of that nature. However, as he gained more of a reputation, he started doing real models. Like model ships for movie sets, submarines, or even models for businesses who wanted to show their buildings off before they were even built. During this time, Danny tried to find his old friend Cobalt. He tried looking in the phonebooks and calling schools and police academies on the east coast, remembering that his friend had wanted to be a policeman, but it didn’t pan out.
Meanwhile, Danny experimented with dating. At first, he tried girls, trying to convince himself that it would mean that he wouldn’t go to hell, but there was no attraction there, and at last, one kindly pointed him in the direction of her older brother. There was better success there, and Danny gave up on trying to be anything other than what he really was.
For a while, things continued like that. He had a few serious relationships, but nothing that ever lasted, and business did well. Things started going downhill with the writer’s strike. Being out of a job for a while hurt Danny’s paycheck, and things were strained after that. He had a harder time finding jobs with the movie business with the use of CGI, and he was getting tired of the superficial qualities of LA. Eventually, he opened a map of his missed east coast, closed his eyes, and set his finger down. And, just by sheer chance, it landed on Pilot Ridge. Danny gathered up his savings and said goodbye to his family, then headed east to make a new start. He figures he’s got enough to live off of while he gets settled, and besides: people still want to buy models, right? Even if it is in a small town.
Roleplay Example
I was going to do this...buut I'm going to refer you to Kateri and Josef instead.^^*
What About You?
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Name: Sara!
Age: 18
Experience: Eight years
How Did You Find Us? Ad, a while ago
Ready To Play? I certainly hope so.xD And thanks to Tony for the WIP.*cough cough*
NOTE FROM TONY: When you see the little "edited by" thing, I just put a WIP tag in the thread title so the staff stops looking to review it until it's done.
