[para] application
Just in case I need it again.
NAME: Emily
JOURNAL: iluroadrunner6
EMAIL: iluvroadrunner6@yahoo.com
AIM: iluvroadrunner6
WIKI NAME: iluvroadrunner
CHARACTERS: TBD
CHARACTER NAME: Sam Axe
FANDOM: Burn Notice
CANON: Post-303: End Run
WHAT THEY LOST: His tolerance for alcohol
PERSONALITY: On first glance, Sam comes off as a loveable drunk. He’s sarcastic, cynical, and has a tendency to give more information than asked for when it comes to his sex life. He’s a pretty friendly guy when given the opportunity, while he can be a little annoying, and a bit of a mooch (he has no permanent residence-he either lives with his flavor of the week or with Michael when that’s not an option), he’s got good intentions, and that’s what matters.
When taking a deeper look, Sam becomes a bit more complicated. He was a Navy SEAL, before becoming a independent contractor for other government operations. He doesn’t identify himself as a spy, however-he’s much more military oriented. He has a tactical mind, and has no trouble with assuming whatever role is needed of him at the moment. He’s reliable and always there whenever Michael needs him, following the job through to the end, or until he can’t help him anymore. He has, however, embraced his post-operative lifestyle, and urges Michael to do what’s best for him, and forget about trying to get back into that life, knowing it’s not going to get him anywhere.
Sam’s biggest advantage to Michael and what he does his is ability to network. He’s very personable, and has many friends across the stretch of the various government agencies, which allows him easy access to information Michael wouldn’t be able to get. A lot of people owe him favors for various things over the years, and Sam isn’t above exploiting them when needed, especially for the good of a mission.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: He had to trust Michael.
Not an easy feat when someone was trying to beat you to a bloody pulp. He’d learned a long time ago that smartass remarks would get him further than just seating peaceably-or at least piss off his captors more, anyway-but he was starting to run out of material. You could only tell someone they hit like a girl so many times before they started to realize that you were bluffing. So he took a breath, tried to give himself a second to think, and pasted that smirk right back on his face. That was what SEALs did, after all.
He didn’t know how the situation had gone from fine to FUBAR so quickly, but it had and now they were dealing with the consequences. He figured he should at least be grateful that Fi had gotten out okay-both of them in here, and Mike would barely be able to think straight, let alone manage to get both of them out, and if nothing else, one of them would probably be dead. They don’t need two people for information, really. They only need one.
They went to give their hands a rest, and Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and keep his head. He was a Navy SEAL. He’d been through worse than this, and there would be worse after it. All he had to do was buy his time, keep his cool, and hope that Mike would take his signal seriously and not do anything-stupid.
Knowing Mike? That was probably asking a lot.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: Now, here’s how it works. Spies are spies. I know I’ve said this before but I’ll keep saying it again till I’m blue in the face: they’re a bunch of bitchy little girls. They don’t like to roll with the punches, they don’t like big changes-they just whine a lot. They like their constants, and when they lose those constants, they’ll fight like hell to get ‘em back. Good for some things, bad for others.
Mike’s a great example. He got burned by these people, they’ve tried to kill him a dozen times over, and yet he’s still trying to get back what he lost. It’s insane, and it’s obsessed, and it’s a little worrisome at times. But then again, it’s the kind of thing that makes a guy like Mikey the kind of guy you want to have on your side, more often than not. He’s dedicated. He’s loyal. And he’s the only guy I know who will launch and armed assault to save my butt, and yeah, while there’s the chance he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t gotten me into the mess in the first place, I’d still like to think he would have gotten me out of there, regardless.
He’s Mike. It’s just what he does.
NAME: Emily
JOURNAL: iluroadrunner6
EMAIL: iluvroadrunner6@yahoo.com
AIM: iluvroadrunner6
WIKI NAME: iluvroadrunner
CHARACTERS: TBD
CHARACTER NAME: Sam Axe
FANDOM: Burn Notice
CANON: Post-303: End Run
WHAT THEY LOST: His tolerance for alcohol
PERSONALITY: On first glance, Sam comes off as a loveable drunk. He’s sarcastic, cynical, and has a tendency to give more information than asked for when it comes to his sex life. He’s a pretty friendly guy when given the opportunity, while he can be a little annoying, and a bit of a mooch (he has no permanent residence-he either lives with his flavor of the week or with Michael when that’s not an option), he’s got good intentions, and that’s what matters.
When taking a deeper look, Sam becomes a bit more complicated. He was a Navy SEAL, before becoming a independent contractor for other government operations. He doesn’t identify himself as a spy, however-he’s much more military oriented. He has a tactical mind, and has no trouble with assuming whatever role is needed of him at the moment. He’s reliable and always there whenever Michael needs him, following the job through to the end, or until he can’t help him anymore. He has, however, embraced his post-operative lifestyle, and urges Michael to do what’s best for him, and forget about trying to get back into that life, knowing it’s not going to get him anywhere.
Sam’s biggest advantage to Michael and what he does his is ability to network. He’s very personable, and has many friends across the stretch of the various government agencies, which allows him easy access to information Michael wouldn’t be able to get. A lot of people owe him favors for various things over the years, and Sam isn’t above exploiting them when needed, especially for the good of a mission.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: He had to trust Michael.
Not an easy feat when someone was trying to beat you to a bloody pulp. He’d learned a long time ago that smartass remarks would get him further than just seating peaceably-or at least piss off his captors more, anyway-but he was starting to run out of material. You could only tell someone they hit like a girl so many times before they started to realize that you were bluffing. So he took a breath, tried to give himself a second to think, and pasted that smirk right back on his face. That was what SEALs did, after all.
He didn’t know how the situation had gone from fine to FUBAR so quickly, but it had and now they were dealing with the consequences. He figured he should at least be grateful that Fi had gotten out okay-both of them in here, and Mike would barely be able to think straight, let alone manage to get both of them out, and if nothing else, one of them would probably be dead. They don’t need two people for information, really. They only need one.
They went to give their hands a rest, and Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and keep his head. He was a Navy SEAL. He’d been through worse than this, and there would be worse after it. All he had to do was buy his time, keep his cool, and hope that Mike would take his signal seriously and not do anything-stupid.
Knowing Mike? That was probably asking a lot.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: Now, here’s how it works. Spies are spies. I know I’ve said this before but I’ll keep saying it again till I’m blue in the face: they’re a bunch of bitchy little girls. They don’t like to roll with the punches, they don’t like big changes-they just whine a lot. They like their constants, and when they lose those constants, they’ll fight like hell to get ‘em back. Good for some things, bad for others.
Mike’s a great example. He got burned by these people, they’ve tried to kill him a dozen times over, and yet he’s still trying to get back what he lost. It’s insane, and it’s obsessed, and it’s a little worrisome at times. But then again, it’s the kind of thing that makes a guy like Mikey the kind of guy you want to have on your side, more often than not. He’s dedicated. He’s loyal. And he’s the only guy I know who will launch and armed assault to save my butt, and yeah, while there’s the chance he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t gotten me into the mess in the first place, I’d still like to think he would have gotten me out of there, regardless.
He’s Mike. It’s just what he does.