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Full Name: On Air - Cobalt Crusader; Off Air - Ethan Sloan
Height: 6'1" Weight: 235lbs
Hometown: Cerulean City
Entrance Music: The Hurricane's theme song, but with the words changed.
Entrance: The arena goes dark, then suddenly the big screen lights up with the following words, which are also heard over the sound system. "Never fear, the Cobalt Crusader is here!" Heroic music plays as the Cobalt Crusader makes his entrance, posing for the fans. He runs towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans, and then climbs the steps. After leaping over the top rope he walks to the far corner and climbs up to pose. He then removes his cape, ready to start the match.
Wrestling Attire: Long singlet, boots, and wrestling mask. Colors are blue, with some red and white. Just like the Blue Blazer.
Pic Base: On Air - The Blue Blazer; Off Air - Sam Worthington
Background Information: Ethan Sloan is a loner, no real friends or family to speak of. After mulling through his twenties he finally decides to give up his dull life and live his dream as a professional wrestler.
Provide a Sample Roleplay: This is just an excerpt from the first roleplay I plan to write. Just enough to prove I can put words together.
One sure thing about old school wrestlers is that they know how to sell themselves. Either during the match, for promotional purposes, or even in simple conversations, they know how to get their point across. George Martinez was no different, in fact he was probably one of the best at it. Having been in the business for over fifty years will teach you how to get your point across.
As Ethan sat next to his trainer, eyes focused on the old Hispanic man, he couldn't help but notice how weighed down he looked. His body had been warped in much the same way as many veterans of professional wrestling. George was short, barrel chested, and definitely looked like he was a wrestler once. But age caught up to him, muscle mass dwindled, and he started to slouch. Whenever he remembered he'd stand as straight as he could, but usually it seemed as though George spent all his energy keeping himself upright. Is that the price wrestlers pay? To be weighed down further than any person should be?
Perhaps that's why Ethan felt the pressure on his shoulders, the weight of the world pushing down on his back. He'd only just graduated from his wrestling school, run by the legendary George Martinez, who was once known as the Azure Avenger. During George's time gimmicks were much more common, people loved to see them. In today's world they are mostly laughed at, which is why Ethan Sloan's face hung low. How could he say no to the old man? How could he deny the man that trained him? How could he refuse to carry on his legacy? Legacy. What a burden that word is. Just thinking about it forced Ethan's shoulders down another inch.
"What do you think, brother?" George's words came like a whisper, so soft that you almost had to force yourself to hear them. Was that a twinge of desperation in his voice? Was he faltering by reflex or because it was part of the act? No, it was genuine. The expression on the old man's face was well practiced, but the tone in his voice was sincere.
Still, Ethan had his doubts. The mask in his hands looked cheesy. Maybe worse than cheesy. How could he ever be taken seriously as a professional wrestler if he wore this? He wanted to ask that of his mentor, wanted to tell him he couldn't do it, but he stayed silent. "You really think it'll go over," he asked after a pause.
"If you work it, brother." George could sense the doubt in his student. "Just keep it, think about it. You've worked really hard this past year and, if you want, the gimmick is yours." George smiled warmly and patted Ethan on the shoulder. Other students were arriving to class and soon it would be time to start. George walked off to answer a phone call and Ethan put the mask in his gear bag, then rolled into the ring and started stretching.
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