Hoi! Is it alright if I join in next round? Here's my Bio.
Part 1
Name : Capt. Eddie Appearance : Personality : Is usually a very happy person, but when he's got a job to do, he's quick to do it. He usually potters around, doing his own thing or hanging out with a particular group and will happily have a joke. Under stress, he can either be really calm and not care, but when the situation is extraordinarily suspicious, he'll absolutely freak out and either (A) Try to hide all of his sweat in the pool whilst it overflowing or (B) Start eating an awful lot and get very overweight. He has an odd spasm occasionally as well if he's nervous with blubbered words coming out of his mouth and his hands twitching around like he's trying to fly away. His personal hobbies include pretending he has a job, Sailing model/RC boats (Hence, the weird costume, ), sailing rafts on the beach (which often end up sinking with his uniform getting soaking and him having to go on Bricklink to buy another), Eating cheap cheeses and pretending his posh, playing DRESSUPS, playing the harmonica, going into stores and speaking in a weird accent when bored and lastly, eating. Backstory : Eddie grew up on the coast of an island in the Bahamas and had limited access to most electronics and necessities of our modern-day world, but just the basics. He basically just went swimming, playing around in the jungle, avoiding pirates and PLAYING DRESSUPS! (Doi, ). As Eddie got older, he went on his first large ship, a fishing rig. It was the best time of his life. He immediately fell in love with the concept of owning a ship and bought one, only to sink it. Hence, why he plays with Model and RC Boats! Next Part..
Hoi! Why yessir, it's perfectly alright.
I LOVE YOUR BIO. and your avatar
Playing dressups? What's that? XP
Why thankyou, young Cadet! -said in an attempt at a manly voice-
Thanks! Yeah, I just made up a random guy and tried to fit in a story that was funny-ish.
You are WASTING your life not knowing what PLAYING DRESSUPS are.
Jay, oblivious to her danger continues to tell him that he should wear a chef hat. Because it's fancy.
OOC: *Writes it down for future reference* Oh, ok. PS Jay's a gril. (I WROTE DOWN GRILL. GRILL. XD Yes folks Jay's a grill. I was going to fix that, but I thought it was too funny. XD)
"I'm already wearing a helmet m8 -- I don't even have hair! Whaddya want from me? BLOOD?!"
Fits of static electricity begin to arc about Emarcee's body.
"I AM THE QUEUE OF EM!!! I AM THE WAFFLE IRON!!! BY THE POWER OF THE WAFFLE IRON, I SHALL PREPARE FOOD WITHOUT A CHEF'S HAT!!!"
At this Emarcee shoves a golden-brown pastry-esque Venezuelan dish known as the 'empanada' stuffed with melted cheese into Jay's mouth. It is literally the best thing she'll ever taste in her life, assuming she's not lactose-intolerant and is okay with fried foods.
... I DEMAND MORE EVEN THOUGH I'M ALLERGIC TO MILK. MORE I SAY! Oh, also. *places chef hat on top of your helmet* There, now you look the part. *Turns abruptly and waddles away, your fancy chef hat sliding off of your helmet*
Wait, does that mean the murder happened in broad daylight?
I dunno ask the smasher. I just didn't want him getting sunburnt. *Squirts a bunch of sunscreen on your face* BEWARE THE SUN.
So this is what we know so far:
1. The smashing occurred in daylight, as those visiting the pool have been told to bring sunscreen (this is evident by the fact it took the smasher's friends a while to tell she was dead, something they would've known immediately if the body had been in the sun for too long)
2. The smashing was conducted with poison possibly stored in a pen.
3. The smasher has a wound somewhere on his person that would warrant the wearing of a Band-Aid.
"I'm already wearing a helmet m8 -- I don't even have hair! Whaddya want from me? BLOOD?!"
Fits of static electricity begin to arc about Emarcee's body.
"I AM THE QUEUE OF EM!!! I AM THE WAFFLE IRON!!! BY THE POWER OF THE WAFFLE IRON, I SHALL PREPARE FOOD WITHOUT A CHEF'S HAT!!!"
At this Emarcee shoves a golden-brown pastry-esque Venezuelan dish known as the 'empanada' stuffed with melted cheese into Jay's mouth. It is literally the best thing she'll ever taste in her life, assuming she's not lactose-intolerant and is okay with fried foods.
... I DEMAND MORE EVEN THOUGH I'M ALLERGIC TO MILK. MORE I SAY! Oh, also. *places chef hat on top of your helmet* There, now you look the part. *Turns abruptly and waddles away, your fancy chef hat sliding off of your helmet*
Emarcee takes this as permssion to cook cachapas for everyone in the café, on the house. The food is free because Emarcee is able to create the ingredients needed from thin air. :3
Why thankyou, young Cadet! -said in an attempt at a manly voice-
Thanks! Yeah, I just made up a random guy and tried to fit in a story that was funny-ish.
You are WASTING your life not knowing what PLAYING DRESSUPS are.
*Salutes* Yessir! No problemo sir!
WHAT REALLY? What is dressups? TELL ME I MUST HAVE THEM IN MY LIFE!
So, where about is this resort you're wanting to take me to?
PLAYING DRESSUPS**! IT IS MORE OF AN ART, A LIFESTYLE, A RITUAL. YOU MUST BECOME ONE WITH THE DRESSUP. The DRESSUP will help you master the DRESSUP. WHAT YOU DO WITH THE DRESSUP AT FIRST MUST BE BETWEEN YOU AND THE DRESSUP. NO ONE ELSE! You, In order to gain this GRAND DRESSUP, you must first walk into your local toystore with your mums credit card and ask where the DRESSUPS are. Then, Purchase THE DRESSUP you like the most.
He has an odd spasm occasionally as well if he's nervous with blubbered words coming out of his mouth and his hands twitching around like he's trying to fly away. His personal hobbies include 
Why yessir, it's perfectly alright. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
Bring your sunscreen. 
PS Jay's a gril. 
I was going to fix that, but I thought it was too funny. XD)
Why yessir, it's perfectly alright. 
