Post by Raven King on Mar 26, 2007 19:06:53 GMT -5
Name: Arnold Rimmer
Lightweight
Age: 17
Year: 7th
D.O.B: 1 April 1980
Height: 5' 11" (1.80 m)
Description:
Arnold stands at 5'11, though his ego almost doubles his height. Black wavy hair that is always kept neat and trim, do nothing for his smarmy look. Small beady eyes the colour of chocolate that melted on a really hot day, accent his pointy face and almost sharp features.
Personality:
He is a cowardly, snivelling, back-stabbing, weasely scumbag and we all love him dearly.
If you were to meet him in a pub he would be drinking Perrier water and be the butt of numerous jokes concerning impotence. Rimmer’s defence would be a very cutting personal comment. This would cause a fight at which point of course, he would run away.
Something of a disagreeable person, Rimmer's character traits included anal-retentiveness, over-adherence to protocol and rank, cowardice, misogyny, and a severely inflated ego — married to an actual deep-seated self-loathing. This, combined with a lack of social skills, made him unpopular with almost everybody he comes into contact with (except for one person, and she had a puncture).
Fond of war, at least in principle, Rimmer dreams of being a general. He admires power and strength, and his role models include Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, and George Patton. He puts this down to being the reincarnation of Alexander the Great's chief eunuch, which he believes also explains his fear of nutcrackers and explains why he is such a good singer.
However, he is never likely to pursue his martial dreams beyond playing Risk, because he is an utter coward more likely to flee from any situation involving danger.
He would give the impression of being conscientious and hardworking, but could never apply himself and his work was always substandard.
Rimmer has always been ineffective and dangerous. He once volunteered for the Good Samaritans, a suicide-prevention helpline. Sadly, four people committed suicide after talking to him - one of whom had dialled the wrong number and only wanted the cricket results - and he quit the same day, which the newspapers dubbed "Lemming Sunday".
Rimmer doesn't cope well under pressure. He failed in his OWL's exam. Though he tried extremely hard to study (and cheat), he lost his nerve shortly after the exam began. He wrote "I am a fish" on the answer sheet four hundred times, did a funny little dance, and fainted.
Never rely on Rimmer for anything. And do not take his word for anything. He is only concerned for himself, and will only agree to something that will benefit him greatly. If he agrees to something and finds out he will not benefit, or changes his mind at the last second, he will back out of it quicker than you can say "Yellow belly!". His handshake is as reliable as a plumber's estimate.
One of Rimmer’s famous catch phrases is "lickety-split!"
His favourite book is ‘How to Pick Up Girls Through Hypnosis’
Arnold Judas Rimmer has an Achilles Heal - the phrase ‘Gespatcho Soup’.
Background:
He was born in Australia, where he grew up in the shadow of his three older brothers, Frank, Howard, and John. His family life left much to be desired. His father had been rejected from the Space Corps in his youth for being an inch below regulation height, and was fixated on his sons succeeding where he had failed. The boys did not eat unless they could answer complicated astronavigation questions - Arnold nearly starved - and, to ensure that they would not be held back by insufficient height, were stretched on a rack to make them taller. By the time Frank was 11, he was six foot five. His mother was little better; a cold, severe woman, she viewed Arnold largely with open contempt for his numerous failings, and barely paid any attention to him at all. Religion was little consolation to young Arnold; the family belonged to an obscure fundamentalist sect, the 'Seventh Day Advent Hoppists' (a play on Seventh-day Adventists), who followed literally a misprinted edition of the Bible. This led them to spend each Sunday hopping, thanks to a passage reading, 'Faith, hop, and charity, and the greatest of these is hop.' At the age of 14, Rimmer divorced his parents and left home.
Rimmer’s inability to be a warm and loved member of the human race is down to his upbringing. Rimmer had never been close to his father. Rimmer says this about his father: "I hated him, I detested his fat stupid guts, the popeyed balding git!" The only thing he ever wanted from his father was the phrase, "Well done!" Rimmer blames his father for him being a pratt: "My father was a half crazed military failure, My mother a bitch queen from hell. My brothers had all the looks and talent, and what did I have. Unmanageable hair and in growing toenails."
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Lightweight
Age: 17
Year: 7th
D.O.B: 1 April 1980
Height: 5' 11" (1.80 m)
Description:
Arnold stands at 5'11, though his ego almost doubles his height. Black wavy hair that is always kept neat and trim, do nothing for his smarmy look. Small beady eyes the colour of chocolate that melted on a really hot day, accent his pointy face and almost sharp features.
Personality:
He is a cowardly, snivelling, back-stabbing, weasely scumbag and we all love him dearly.
If you were to meet him in a pub he would be drinking Perrier water and be the butt of numerous jokes concerning impotence. Rimmer’s defence would be a very cutting personal comment. This would cause a fight at which point of course, he would run away.
Something of a disagreeable person, Rimmer's character traits included anal-retentiveness, over-adherence to protocol and rank, cowardice, misogyny, and a severely inflated ego — married to an actual deep-seated self-loathing. This, combined with a lack of social skills, made him unpopular with almost everybody he comes into contact with (except for one person, and she had a puncture).
Fond of war, at least in principle, Rimmer dreams of being a general. He admires power and strength, and his role models include Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, and George Patton. He puts this down to being the reincarnation of Alexander the Great's chief eunuch, which he believes also explains his fear of nutcrackers and explains why he is such a good singer.
However, he is never likely to pursue his martial dreams beyond playing Risk, because he is an utter coward more likely to flee from any situation involving danger.
He would give the impression of being conscientious and hardworking, but could never apply himself and his work was always substandard.
Rimmer has always been ineffective and dangerous. He once volunteered for the Good Samaritans, a suicide-prevention helpline. Sadly, four people committed suicide after talking to him - one of whom had dialled the wrong number and only wanted the cricket results - and he quit the same day, which the newspapers dubbed "Lemming Sunday".
Rimmer doesn't cope well under pressure. He failed in his OWL's exam. Though he tried extremely hard to study (and cheat), he lost his nerve shortly after the exam began. He wrote "I am a fish" on the answer sheet four hundred times, did a funny little dance, and fainted.
Never rely on Rimmer for anything. And do not take his word for anything. He is only concerned for himself, and will only agree to something that will benefit him greatly. If he agrees to something and finds out he will not benefit, or changes his mind at the last second, he will back out of it quicker than you can say "Yellow belly!". His handshake is as reliable as a plumber's estimate.
One of Rimmer’s famous catch phrases is "lickety-split!"
His favourite book is ‘How to Pick Up Girls Through Hypnosis’
Arnold Judas Rimmer has an Achilles Heal - the phrase ‘Gespatcho Soup’.
Background:
He was born in Australia, where he grew up in the shadow of his three older brothers, Frank, Howard, and John. His family life left much to be desired. His father had been rejected from the Space Corps in his youth for being an inch below regulation height, and was fixated on his sons succeeding where he had failed. The boys did not eat unless they could answer complicated astronavigation questions - Arnold nearly starved - and, to ensure that they would not be held back by insufficient height, were stretched on a rack to make them taller. By the time Frank was 11, he was six foot five. His mother was little better; a cold, severe woman, she viewed Arnold largely with open contempt for his numerous failings, and barely paid any attention to him at all. Religion was little consolation to young Arnold; the family belonged to an obscure fundamentalist sect, the 'Seventh Day Advent Hoppists' (a play on Seventh-day Adventists), who followed literally a misprinted edition of the Bible. This led them to spend each Sunday hopping, thanks to a passage reading, 'Faith, hop, and charity, and the greatest of these is hop.' At the age of 14, Rimmer divorced his parents and left home.
Rimmer’s inability to be a warm and loved member of the human race is down to his upbringing. Rimmer had never been close to his father. Rimmer says this about his father: "I hated him, I detested his fat stupid guts, the popeyed balding git!" The only thing he ever wanted from his father was the phrase, "Well done!" Rimmer blames his father for him being a pratt: "My father was a half crazed military failure, My mother a bitch queen from hell. My brothers had all the looks and talent, and what did I have. Unmanageable hair and in growing toenails."
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