Post by David Kaufman on Jul 1, 2009 21:15:38 GMT
Suspect: KAUFMAN, DAVID LEONARD
WARNING: This suspect is considered happy and clownish.
[/size]WARNING: This suspect is considered happy and clownish.
Basic Stats:
Name: David Kaufman
Known Aliases: Dave, Davy
Gender: male
Age: November 5, 1901, 26
Ethnicity: Jewish
Nationality: American
Physical Description:
Mug shot: Harpo Marx
Height: 5'5”
Build: Average but short
Hair Colour: Blond
Eye Colour: Brown
Known Disguises: David has an odd dress that shouts that he doesn't have a lot of money and shows off his personality. He tends to wear a very beat up top hat when he goes out. He always has a tie on, though it tends to be a rather loud tie. It is never as loud as his shirt though, which can range from checkered, striped, to blotched. No mater what shirt he wears he always includes his beat up overcoat in his wardrobe. The old coat is a rather generic cut that is a dark grey in color and is only single breasted. He likes to Oxford Bag style of trousers and has several of the grey colored pants. His are not extremely wide, though they undoubtedly are bags. Both his coat and his pants have a few deep pockets where he keeps his blackjack, pocket watch, matches, and whatever else he felt like caring.
Distinguishing Marks: David's curly blond hair is the thing that sticks out about him the most. Unlike most who are of the same ethnicity his hair is not dark. Another striking feature his is height, he is definitely a short guy, he is even short compared to some women. His face often has a look of curiosity to it that makes me easy to remember.
Psychological Report:
Self Image: If ever there was someone who was happy with himself that person is David. He knows he has flaws but he accepts them. He knows that by the time he introduces himself people have probably made up their minds about his character. He accepts that there are those who will not like him and simply deals with them in his own way, often he cracks a joke at their expense. He loves to have fun and can start a game even if there is nothing to play with. Despite being very sure of himself he isn't cocky, partly because of his age and partly because he is a somewhat humble person.
To the Outward Eye: David is a kind man who hasn't quite grown out of his teens mentally. Depending on his mood he can greet people with anything from a simple hello to him jumping into their arms, fully expecting them to catch him. David has a way of not drawing that much attention to himself for the most part though he can be very showy if he feels like it.
Social Status: David has taken the idea that if you can't fly with the eagles surround yourself with them to heart. He has friends in all sorts of places. Certain they are not all close friends but to him that isn't a problem. It is very hard for David to hold a grudge and that has allowed him to get on with many different people and stay friends with them even after a fight.
Religion: Non-practicing Jew
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Fears: Jail, Being mugged, and big fires
Quirks/Habits:
-His whole faces shows even the slightest emotion
-Takes his time when he speaks
-Can sleep through anything
-When he hears others playing an instrument he sometimes plays air piano on his leg
-Can't spell to save his life
Likes:
-Music
-Games (Anything from Poker to Tag)
-Animals
-Memories
-Black Jelly Beans
Dislikes:
-Waking Up
-Not Being Able to Spell
-Stuffy People
-Forgetting Names
-Bad Singers
Detailed Report: Over all David is a very happy and carefree fellow. He tends to act like a teenager whenever he has a chance and loves pranks. He has learned to deal with the hatred some have towards him in his own way. He is down to Earth for the most part, after all he is only human. He doesn't crave the spot light but when it is on him he will ham it up. He likes kids and gets along well with them. When he gets married he wants to have a big family. He gets along well with just about anyone and doesn't hold a grudge. Because of this he has a lot of friends, though he isn't very good at remembering everyone's name much.
He can be a very sweet guy when there is a reason. If someone is having a tough day he will happily sit down and talk with them. His shoulder is always available if someone needs to have a good cry. If someone just looks like they need a little cheering up he has sweets in his pockets that he'll readily give out and he always will buy someone who is really down and out a drink. For the most part he is a confident guy, but when he is around a gal he likes he becomes a bit more sweeter and slightly bashful.
Other: N/A
Additional Information:
Occupation: Piano Teacher/Piano Player in a Speakeasy
Socioeconomic Status: Lower Middle Class
Education: Fifth Grade Drop-out
Weapon of Choice: Blackjack
Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: Public or he walks, he is a terrible driver
Special Skills: Great at piano, he has his own style even
Languages Spoken: English with a bit of a Upper East Side Accent
Known Accomplices:
Blood Relatives:
Mother: Marnie Kaufman
Father: Julius Kaufman
Older Brother: Peter Kaufman
Older Sister: Susan Goldstein
Young Brother: Paul Kaufman
Romantic Partner: N/A
Other: N/A
Pets:
Kayo
Kayo is a Great Dane mix who only looks like a threat. The dog is really a bigger push over than David. When he is with David or in a small group he is a bit of a clown but when there are a lot of people about he tends to keep himself away from attention. The big dog is a one man fan club for David but that doesn't stop him from seeking out new friends. He is particularly fond of women because he finds them less intimidating than men. Kayo prefers to lay his head on someone's lap rather than wrestle. That being said if he really feels threated he can explode into a scary ball of teeth and muscle.
Past Offences:
Birth Place: Upper East Side of New York
History: David has worked his way up in the world. He was born into a poor family in the Upper East Side of New York in November of 1896. His father worked as a baker at a shop in the district and his mother worked as a wash maid. Both of the parents worked odd hours sometimes but that didn't seem to put a damper on their spirits. David's whole house was filled with cheery people from the start. Dave was the third child for the four born to the Kaufman family. He had an older brother to pick on him and an older sister to care for him when Mom was gone. After a year or two he also got a younger brother to pick on. Despite the teasing that went on the family loved each other and fights where very rare.
David never did very well in school, it was a wonder he didn't drop out earlier than the fifth grade. When he finally stopped going to school he quickly found himself a job has a bell hop. That job only lasted about a month before he was fired for being constantly late. He had several other jobs from then on out but eventually he was fired or left them. He never did think of not working though, in his mind he owed it to his family to bring in a little extra money. On top of that he liked having a few extra nickels to buy whatever he wanted to.
With a little help from the rest of the family David was able to buy a piano after a long time of saving. He taught himself to play for the most part. The young man was able to play a tune by ear and luckily didn't have to spend a penny on sheet music unless he really wanted too. Because he taught himself he had developed his own style, a mix between the classical players he had seen when he was an usher and the trick players he had seen as a bus boy. Using his special style he was able to get jobs as a piano player in many different places, some of those places where less than reputable.
By the time he hit seventeen David had made a bit of a name for himself. He was able to keep jobs more easily by that age, in part because he had finally purchased himself a watch, and that helped him think he could survive on his own. He was itching to get out of New York and see the rest of the world. His family, though sad to see him leave, was happy to lend him moral support for his trip. He has lived in several places but he thinks he will stay in St. Louis, though he isn't exactly sure why.
RP Sample:
Lita sounded as if she was barely keeping herself together. It was strange to hear her speak in such a way, and it only made Pasha worry more. The tall man wanted her to simply say it, that was if she even had to tell him. He regretted now that they were alone and he had insisted on asking what was the matter with her. He should have kept his mouth shut, it might have been better that way.
Just as he began to rein in his thoughts he felt Lita's arms about his trunk and her head on his shoulder. She was sobbing, not loudly of course, but still she was crying. "There, there," he cooed softly as he returned her embraced and stroked her hair. "Go on," he said softly, "I can promise you I won't be angry with whatever it is you have to say."
She pulled away from him and began to speak once again. The tall man did not really want to hear what she had to say but felt obligated to hear her out. It was clearly important, even if the words she spoke didn't make much sense at first. She spoke of her love of Owen and he couldn't help feel angry. It made sense, he supposed, that she would love Owen more than she loved him. He was a relative stranger, at least compared to Owen and he was several years older than her. Still seeing how it made sense did not make him feel any better. It was not that he didn't mind being Lita's solace and comforter, those were roles he was meant to play after all, it was that she had used him as a way to not fall in love with Owen. It made him wonder if she had loved him even a little or if it was all made up.
She took a pause from her explanation, perhaps so the words would settle into his mind or perhaps to regain her thoughts, he did not know for certain. He said nothing, there was nothing for him to say, at least not yet. His mind raced and his heart ached. He he knew that things were going back to the way they should have been yet he hated the woman before him. No, he didn't hate her, he could never hate Little Lita, particularly when she stood before him as she did now, tearful and terribly sad. He wanted to say something to her but he could think of nothing to say. Luckily she spoke for him.
She said that she would never forget the times they had had together. He knew he wouldn't either try as he might. He had thought they would be together for a much longer time, perhaps he had though forever even. Lita said she had too though Pasha did not believe her, there was no reason as to why he shouldn't but at the same time he saw no reason to trust her now. She spoke of the two staying friends and that she would understand if he would not remain her friend. Did she really understand, he wondered, how could she?
He looked back at her, he wanted to tell her to leave his sight. He didn't want to see her anymore, she disgusted him, he wanted to say he would not speak another word to her as long as he lived. But as he looked at her little frame, and saw the apologetic look in her eyes he couldn't say those things. Certainly that was how he felt now but he could not be certain that that was how he would always feel. The anger he felt quickly subsided as he looked at her and thought about what to say, it was replaced with the want to simply breakdown and cry. He wouldn't that he told himself though, it wouldn't help the situation and it would only make little Lita sadder than she already was.
Just as he began to rein in his thoughts he felt Lita's arms about his trunk and her head on his shoulder. She was sobbing, not loudly of course, but still she was crying. "There, there," he cooed softly as he returned her embraced and stroked her hair. "Go on," he said softly, "I can promise you I won't be angry with whatever it is you have to say."
She pulled away from him and began to speak once again. The tall man did not really want to hear what she had to say but felt obligated to hear her out. It was clearly important, even if the words she spoke didn't make much sense at first. She spoke of her love of Owen and he couldn't help feel angry. It made sense, he supposed, that she would love Owen more than she loved him. He was a relative stranger, at least compared to Owen and he was several years older than her. Still seeing how it made sense did not make him feel any better. It was not that he didn't mind being Lita's solace and comforter, those were roles he was meant to play after all, it was that she had used him as a way to not fall in love with Owen. It made him wonder if she had loved him even a little or if it was all made up.
She took a pause from her explanation, perhaps so the words would settle into his mind or perhaps to regain her thoughts, he did not know for certain. He said nothing, there was nothing for him to say, at least not yet. His mind raced and his heart ached. He he knew that things were going back to the way they should have been yet he hated the woman before him. No, he didn't hate her, he could never hate Little Lita, particularly when she stood before him as she did now, tearful and terribly sad. He wanted to say something to her but he could think of nothing to say. Luckily she spoke for him.
She said that she would never forget the times they had had together. He knew he wouldn't either try as he might. He had thought they would be together for a much longer time, perhaps he had though forever even. Lita said she had too though Pasha did not believe her, there was no reason as to why he shouldn't but at the same time he saw no reason to trust her now. She spoke of the two staying friends and that she would understand if he would not remain her friend. Did she really understand, he wondered, how could she?
He looked back at her, he wanted to tell her to leave his sight. He didn't want to see her anymore, she disgusted him, he wanted to say he would not speak another word to her as long as he lived. But as he looked at her little frame, and saw the apologetic look in her eyes he couldn't say those things. Certainly that was how he felt now but he could not be certain that that was how he would always feel. The anger he felt quickly subsided as he looked at her and thought about what to say, it was replaced with the want to simply breakdown and cry. He wouldn't that he told himself though, it wouldn't help the situation and it would only make little Lita sadder than she already was.
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