[Oddey]

OOC:
Name: Lubbent
Race: Wolvark
Gender: Male
Age: 46 (Earth Years)
Appearance: Lubbent has a sort of hunch, useful for excuses, and paler skin than your average wolvark. He wears tattered and far too big jeans, along with an unpleasent orange shirt.
Personality: Lubbent is an old, crusty, stubborn, and lazy inmate. He does very little anyone tells him to, since he's been here so long. He does most of this out of pure spite. He often uses his back as an excuse not to do any work. Needless to say, the guards often get annoyed with his constant disruptions. However, he is careful to draw the line in just the right place, and can weasel his way out of a whole lot of things. Unfortunatly, with all his nasty habits, he has very few friends.
History: Ironicly, Lubbent got into this prison at age 38, by trying to sneak in and kill another inmate who he felt should have been sentanced to death. He managed to kill him, but couldn't find his way out again. The guards caught him, sent him to trial, and was sentanced for life in Prison city. To begin with he lived in District B, but was moved to District C for reasons unknown. So now, he's been District C's pain in the butt for 4 years.

IC: Lubbent was, as usual, late to lunch, and walking slowly towards the cafeteria. He was feeling a little extra nasty today. 'Wouldn't it be funny if I holler'd sumthin like "Riot! Riot in tha courtyard!"? Everybody'd laugh after they all found it wus a joke.' Thought Lubbent. Picturing the chaos he would cause, he thought about how to avoid punishment for it. 'Trick o' the light I guess mister warden. Well it sure don' looked like sumthin' wus goin' on out thar. Yeah... A rest tha's what I need... Ter get mah mind straight...' He chuckled at the thought. Deciding it was time to cause some trouble, he took a detour towards the courtyard.