Ken Statton

Ken did not go out nearly as often as he had in his undergrad days, but when an entire house full of roommates unites against one, one sometimes just has to accept that tonight one will go out for a few beers.

The bar was full of undergrads; it was a Saturday night, and the weather was warm enough that everyone was beginning to regularly venture out again. Though he and his roommates started out together, eventually they dispersed a bit; Jamey had to get home to be up for a crew meet the next day, Susan met up with some other friends and went off with them, Rachel ran into her ex-boyfriend.

Eventually, Ken was on his own. He'd gotten nicely buzzed, but he figured he'd finish his last drink, then head back. Still, he had to admit, getting out once in awhile was probably good for him.

Player Name: Amy
Player Age: over 21
Contact Info: plus5vswords@gmail.com; AIM theatricAL03
Time Zone: EST

Character: Ken Statton
Based on: Sir Kay
Age: 41
Occupation: financial advisor

Bio:
Sir Kay was the son of Sir Ector, and foster brother to King Arthur. When Arthur became king, he made Kay his steward. Kay proved to be quite good at it, though not much of anything else; he also served as a standard part of the induction process for young new knights by continually insulting them. Whether or not he was doing it to test them or because he was just bitter is open to debate; however, his loyalty to Arthur was unwavering.

Ken Statton was born in Trenton, New Jersey. His father was a lawyer, and his mother stayed home to raise him and his younger sister Eleanor. Ken was a bit of a jock in high school, but found himself quite gifted at math anyway. He realized he'd never play college football, but he was able to get a scholarship to Yale in math, which made his mother, at least, just as proud. Though he didn't make many friends, those he did were quite close, including his future wife Rachel.

Once he graduated, he landed a job in a brokerage firm in New York City. He did quite well there, but after twelve years moving up the ranks, he and his wife decided they'd had enough of city life. He completed a course in personal financial advising, and so armed, moved to Britannia. The town was large enough to provide him a living, but small enough that he and his wife can relax a bit. Though they did not discuss it, Ken and his wife understand that part of the move was due to his increasingly restless sleep. Still, he is finding himself enjoying the move more than he might have expected, and is now quite settled.

Personality:
Ken is very smart and not always as tactful as he might be. However, such barbs are usually in jest, and though he's a private man, he's not a misanthropic one.

Sample Post:
Well, after years on Wall Street, Ken would think that figuring out how to make chicken tetrazinni would be relatively simple. After all, there was a recipe. All you had to do was follow the instructions, and bam. Dinner.

Well, first there was deboning the chicken. First skin, then bones. He could handle this. Well, when the knife didn't slip and cut his thumb. Ken cursed under his breath, sucking the blood from the cut idly as he surveyed the half-treated chicken. He'd be damned if he'd let a chicken get the better of him. If he did, he knew he'd never hear the end of it, for one.

The sauce, at least, he could manage. Well, if it didn't burn. He wasn't positive, but the smell did not seem to be a good sign. Stirring - he should have been stirring.

He would start over. With a schedule this time. He could coordinate all the parts of the process; he should have done that to start with. Ken was mildly irritated that such coordination was not included in the recipe. What sort of slipshod people wrote these things anyway?

Player Name: Amy
Player Age: 23
Contact Info: plus5vswords@gmail.com; AIM theatricAL03
Time Zone: EST

Character: Ken Statton
Based on: Sir Kay
Age: 41
Occupation: financial advisor

Bio:
Sir Kay was the son of Sir Ector, and foster brother to King Arthur. When Arthur became king, he made Kay his steward. Kay proved to be quite good at it, though not much of anything else; he also served as a standard part of the induction process for young new knights by continually insulting them. Whether or not he was doing it to test them or because he was just bitter is open to debate; however, his loyalty to Arthur was unwavering.

Ken Statton was born in Trenton, New Jersey. His father was a lawyer, and his mother stayed home to raise him and his younger sister Eleanor. Ken was a bit of a jock in high school, but found himself quite gifted at math anyway. He realized he'd never play college football, but he was able to get a scholarship to Yale in math, which made his mother, at least, just as proud. Though he didn't make many friends, those he did were quite close, including his future wife Rachel.

Once he graduated, he landed a job in a brokerage firm in New York City. He did quite well there, but after twelve years moving up the ranks, he and his wife decided they'd had enough of city life. He completed a course in personal financial advising, and so armed, moved to Britannia. The town was large enough to provide him a living, but small enough that he and his wife can relax a bit. Though they did not discuss it, Ken and his wife understand that part of the move was due to his increasingly restless sleep. Still, he is finding himself enjoying the move more than he might have expected, and is now quite settled.

Personality:
Ken is very smart and not always as tactful as he might be. However, such barbs are usually in jest, and though he's a private man, he's not a misanthropic one.

Sample Post:
Well, after years on Wall Street, Ken would think that figuring out how to make chicken tetrazinni would be relatively simple. After all, there was a recipe. All you had to do was follow the instructions, and bam. Dinner.

Well, first there was deboning the chicken. First skin, then bones. He could handle this. Well, when the knife didn't slip and cut his thumb. Ken cursed under his breath, sucking the blood from the cut idly as he surveyed the half-treated chicken. He'd be damned if he'd let a chicken get the better of him. If he did, he knew he'd never hear the end of it, for one.

The sauce, at least, he could manage. Well, if it didn't burn. He wasn't positive, but the smell did not seem to be a good sign. Stirring - he should have been stirring.

He would start over. With a schedule this time. He could coordinate all the parts of the process; he should have done that to start with. Ken was mildly irritated that such coordination was not included in the recipe. What sort of slipshod people wrote these things anyway?