Master Theodore

[Magoo!]

-Master Theodore Frederick Burns;
-Age 62

Occupation - Mercenary

Allegiance - Brettonian Armed Forces (mostly... Attempts to remain neutral. [Due to discharge] - Mostly emotional... In the sense of National pride and identity)

(A not so) Brief history-
Master Theodore was a head admiral in the BAF fleet for nearly six years; with a total of twenty-four under his belt. He had served in countless battles, raids, suicidal charges, and suicidal incursions into enemy space.

Once his promotion to admiral had taken itself into place, he was awarded a shiny new battleship fresh off of the assembly lines. His five and a half years went smoothly untill a young ensign by the name of Nicholas Shaker was overheard gossiping about Mr. Theo!... And in the Cargo bay of all places. He should at least have the courtesy to do it where the good Admiral wouldn't be checking out all of his criminal prisoners... Mr. Nick is so rude, I know.

Soon-to-be Ex-Admiral Theodore marched over to the ensign demanding an explanation. The ensign then proceeded to ignore the points of "sir" and the prefix thereof of "yes" and "no"... Really when you're talking to somebody like Mr. Theo all of your sentences are 2-3 words long. Our beloved Mr. Theo becoming gradually more enraged at this idiot's lack of respect pulled his sidearm and burnt a hole in Mr. Nick's uniform... And leg.

Now on the ground, groveling and writhing; Mr. Nick said, "You bastard! What the bloody hell was that about, you git? Piss off, you old geezer!"

Several blood vessels in Mr. Theo's head burst as his brain struggled not to get strangled by the ever fuller veins due to his anger. Mr. Theo rolled Mr. Nick into the air lock, sealed it, and watched the vacumm of space choke the life from him. Now, Mr. Theo soon realised his mistake and quickly ordered him to be beamed back up. However, as we all know, nothingness isn't that forgiving. Mr. Nick was already dead and Mr. Theo soon to be discharged.

A month later a court-marshel was held and executed. Mr. Theo was to be dis-honorably discharged and all rights and privaleges revoked. However, having his high status and the legitimacy of reason of his crime, he was not to be arrested or killed.

This was, until, the Queen intervened! She insisted upon Mr. Theo to be allowed to keep his ship, rightfully earned from twenty-four years of service and countless criminals brought to justice. She discharged him from her Armed Forces, but allowed him to retain all rights of a Brettonian citizen.

So now, left floating with millions of tons of metal and an empty hull; he drifted to Planet Leeds with the help of his computer; where he hired a crew of 300 (give or take) and took on the role of a mercenary. (Huzzah, run on sentence). Now Mr. Theo faces the agony of traveling across Sirius looking for something to feed his non-flowing paycheck... However, the darkest was yet to come... He had to face the unrelenting horror of asteroid fields.

Oh no... :mellow:
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Woo hoo! I think thats all... Hey, not all discharges are glorious or hardcore. Not all characters are based around screen shots taken from Japanese games, or super-dangerous criminal types... Or super-hardcore lawfuls. This is the tale of an average admiral, and his not so average discharge.

Now, Mr. Theo is British... So if he says anything like "Queer" you must take it in the most literal, non-sexual way possible. Like... *gasp* STRANGE!

I hope this covers Mr. Theo's RP... I may make minor changes here and there. And I know what you all are thinking up to this point;

"OMG CAP WHORE! Kill, ban, sanction. All he wants to do is fly a big ship."

However! My RP is perfectly fine, I've been saving up for well over a month, and I've had time to work out all the kinks... Like my RP.

Now, depending on whether I care enough/have enough time; I may decide to try and make a group or faction or something with Mr. Theo.

And I know what you all are thinking up to this point;

"OMG FACTION WHORE! Kill, ban, sanction. All he wants to do is be in control."
Either that or, "Not another one."...
OR, "Just join another Brett. Faction that is non-criminal and is as exciting as the BAF."... Oh wait. Can't! Exile... And BMM isn't really my fancy, sorry.

Awfully familiar... Let me think... OH YES! A few paragraphs up... But like I said, at this point it's only an idea of Mr. Theo's. Nothing definite... Or even semi-definite. It's really just a thought in the back of his mind. Not even a serious consideration right now really.

FINALLY! I applaud anybody who sat through that to read it... It really is a feat near indomidable by any man (race, as in humans... Not being sexist). Now, I'll let you get back to your life away from my drab and terribly boring post. Although I like to think mine was more entertaining than most others... Since I didn't idolize, glorify, worship, or make Mr. Theo sound any better than what he is. He is just what he is. This guy:


Oh... That was when he joined the BAF... My bad.


Here he is hiding in a box in the cargo hold after he jettisoned poor Mr. Nick.

I hope you enjoyed my story/bio of Mr. Theo... Or more formally Master Theodore. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Surgery after you busted a gut laughing? *rimshot* HA! HA... Ha... Haaooh... kay. Well, bye bye!