application & contact
Player
Name: Cassie
Livejournal Username: tokyocentricity
E-mail: tokyocentricity@gmail
AIM/plurk: tokyocentricity (AIM), starfishing (plurk)
Timezone: CST (GMT-6)
Current Characters in Route: Sebastian Michaelis, Quistis Trepe, Niou Masaharu.
Character
Name: Marco
Series: Animorphs
Timeline: Between books #28 and #29.
Canon Resource Links: Wiki! There is no Animorphs Wiki, sadly, but Wikipedia did a decent job.
Affiliation: Trainer.
Personality: At first brush, Marco seems to be a decent guy; a little annoying sometimes, always a joker, usually friendly. This isn't completely untrue. He's the kind of person who'd rather laugh than cry; he tries to joke about anything he can, even some things that shouldn't be joked about. In a lot of respects, he's a normal teenager: flirting with girls (and getting shot down), self-conscious about his height, only half-attentive in class. That part of him hasn't gone away, but it's been relegated to the backseat in the last year.
Since the war started, other aspects of Marco's personality, some less pleasant than others, have come to surface. He's pragmatic, highly intelligent, with the ability to see from Point A to Point B, disregarding moral or ethical complications. When the need arises, he can be perfectly ruthless, willing to make the small sacrifices, however personal, in favour of the bigger picture. He finds himself growing more impassive, more violent, more willing to do what has to be done, regardless of the consequences, with every battle he and his friends fight.
That said, it's not as though the war has turned him into a bad person. He still cares for his family and friends deeply; he's even inclined, at times, to put them before the 'greater good,' or at least to try. The fact that he can ignore moral conflicts doesn't mean that he always does. He's quite capable of factoring in the morality of a situation and strategizing around it. The things that the war has illuminated in him aren't exactly things he's comfortable with, but he's learning to accept them, because they are a part of him, and they're not going away.
Strengths:
- Highly intelligent; strategic mind.
- Capable of being merciless when necessary.
- Able to find humour in most situations.
- Really cute. (Or so he says.)
Weaknesses:
- Ants give him the heebie-jeebies. (Yes, really.)
- His mother. (This isn't a joke.)
- Tends to give in to violence when seriously angered.
- Often doesn't take things seriously when he should.
Pokemon
Starter: Rhyhorn.
Password: Deviled eggs!
Samples
First Person Sample: [text]
You know, I really don't like it when people make jokes about being my mom. Especially when they're not funny jokes. No one likes unfunny jokes. And like that wasn't bad enough, she had to kick me out in the cold? Not cool.
You know what was cool? The Pokéballs. They're actually pretty realistic, or as realistic as you can get when you're talking about something from a video game. The backpack, too, and this 'Pokégear,' which is obviously just a cell phone with a modified casing. Someone seriously went the whole nine yards.
Whoever set this up, I'd like to shake your hand. You are officially the Prince of Pranks, der Führer of Funny, the Master of Mischief kl;';;;;;;
... Holy crap.
Is that a Rhyhorn?
Third Person Sample: The cold wasn't the worst part of it. Marco had been way colder. He'd been Antarctic cold. That sucked. This was like... Canada cold in comparison. No problem.
The worst part wasn't even that he was in his morphing outfit. Besides making it colder, running around in spandex was not the best way to make a strong first impression, unless the first impression he was trying to make was that he was a very drunk Peter Parker wannabe.
No, the thing that bugged him the most was the friggin' music. Three minutes outside, he'd realized that it was a minute-long song on an infinite loop, and he had no idea where it was coming from. It wasn't from anything in his stupid bag, and he couldn't find a radio anywhere.
When he finally gave up the search for the music, Marco tried in vain to find a dry place to sit. Apparently, dry surfaces in this weather were about as common as radios. Eventually, he gave that up, too, and hung his bag from a tree so he could go through it.
It almost looked like his mom had packed it. Shampoo, towels, trail mix, a change of clothes - oh, hey. They were just jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers and a jacket; nothing fancy or weird. Marco decided to guess that they weren't filled with itching powder or parasites and put them on. They fit pretty well.
One of the devices in the bag seemed to operate like a cell phone. It probably was a cell phone once, before some basement-dweller got their hands on it. Just for kicks, Marco started typing up a little message while he dug around in the bag one-handed.
The Pokéballs, though - those stopped him for a second. He examined them, opened and closed one. Kinda neat. And that explained why this music seemed a little familiar. It was probably one of the songs from those games.
The whole thing was starting to come together as a really nice practical joke (not to mention an expensive one) when suddenly, one of the balls Marco had been messing with popped open. A flash of light resolved itself into something bulky, solid, and apparently agitated.
Having been around his share of wild, angry animals, Marco knew two things: one, this thing was going to charge him. Two, it was not likely to climb a tree. This led him to the conclusion that a tree would be an awesome place to be right now. Right now.
Even knowing these things, he still had to take a moment to finish his message, for posterity's sake. Then he ran.
Name: Cassie
Livejournal Username: tokyocentricity
E-mail: tokyocentricity@gmail
AIM/plurk: tokyocentricity (AIM), starfishing (plurk)
Timezone: CST (GMT-6)
Current Characters in Route: Sebastian Michaelis, Quistis Trepe, Niou Masaharu.
Character
Name: Marco
Series: Animorphs
Timeline: Between books #28 and #29.
Canon Resource Links: Wiki! There is no Animorphs Wiki, sadly, but Wikipedia did a decent job.
Affiliation: Trainer.
Personality: At first brush, Marco seems to be a decent guy; a little annoying sometimes, always a joker, usually friendly. This isn't completely untrue. He's the kind of person who'd rather laugh than cry; he tries to joke about anything he can, even some things that shouldn't be joked about. In a lot of respects, he's a normal teenager: flirting with girls (and getting shot down), self-conscious about his height, only half-attentive in class. That part of him hasn't gone away, but it's been relegated to the backseat in the last year.
Since the war started, other aspects of Marco's personality, some less pleasant than others, have come to surface. He's pragmatic, highly intelligent, with the ability to see from Point A to Point B, disregarding moral or ethical complications. When the need arises, he can be perfectly ruthless, willing to make the small sacrifices, however personal, in favour of the bigger picture. He finds himself growing more impassive, more violent, more willing to do what has to be done, regardless of the consequences, with every battle he and his friends fight.
That said, it's not as though the war has turned him into a bad person. He still cares for his family and friends deeply; he's even inclined, at times, to put them before the 'greater good,' or at least to try. The fact that he can ignore moral conflicts doesn't mean that he always does. He's quite capable of factoring in the morality of a situation and strategizing around it. The things that the war has illuminated in him aren't exactly things he's comfortable with, but he's learning to accept them, because they are a part of him, and they're not going away.
Strengths:
- Highly intelligent; strategic mind.
- Capable of being merciless when necessary.
- Able to find humour in most situations.
- Really cute. (Or so he says.)
Weaknesses:
- Ants give him the heebie-jeebies. (Yes, really.)
- His mother. (This isn't a joke.)
- Tends to give in to violence when seriously angered.
- Often doesn't take things seriously when he should.
Pokemon
Starter: Rhyhorn.
Password: Deviled eggs!
Samples
First Person Sample: [text]
You know, I really don't like it when people make jokes about being my mom. Especially when they're not funny jokes. No one likes unfunny jokes. And like that wasn't bad enough, she had to kick me out in the cold? Not cool.
You know what was cool? The Pokéballs. They're actually pretty realistic, or as realistic as you can get when you're talking about something from a video game. The backpack, too, and this 'Pokégear,' which is obviously just a cell phone with a modified casing. Someone seriously went the whole nine yards.
Whoever set this up, I'd like to shake your hand. You are officially the Prince of Pranks, der Führer of Funny, the Master of Mischief kl;';;;;;;
... Holy crap.
Is that a Rhyhorn?
Third Person Sample: The cold wasn't the worst part of it. Marco had been way colder. He'd been Antarctic cold. That sucked. This was like... Canada cold in comparison. No problem.
The worst part wasn't even that he was in his morphing outfit. Besides making it colder, running around in spandex was not the best way to make a strong first impression, unless the first impression he was trying to make was that he was a very drunk Peter Parker wannabe.
No, the thing that bugged him the most was the friggin' music. Three minutes outside, he'd realized that it was a minute-long song on an infinite loop, and he had no idea where it was coming from. It wasn't from anything in his stupid bag, and he couldn't find a radio anywhere.
When he finally gave up the search for the music, Marco tried in vain to find a dry place to sit. Apparently, dry surfaces in this weather were about as common as radios. Eventually, he gave that up, too, and hung his bag from a tree so he could go through it.
It almost looked like his mom had packed it. Shampoo, towels, trail mix, a change of clothes - oh, hey. They were just jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers and a jacket; nothing fancy or weird. Marco decided to guess that they weren't filled with itching powder or parasites and put them on. They fit pretty well.
One of the devices in the bag seemed to operate like a cell phone. It probably was a cell phone once, before some basement-dweller got their hands on it. Just for kicks, Marco started typing up a little message while he dug around in the bag one-handed.
The Pokéballs, though - those stopped him for a second. He examined them, opened and closed one. Kinda neat. And that explained why this music seemed a little familiar. It was probably one of the songs from those games.
The whole thing was starting to come together as a really nice practical joke (not to mention an expensive one) when suddenly, one of the balls Marco had been messing with popped open. A flash of light resolved itself into something bulky, solid, and apparently agitated.
Having been around his share of wild, angry animals, Marco knew two things: one, this thing was going to charge him. Two, it was not likely to climb a tree. This led him to the conclusion that a tree would be an awesome place to be right now. Right now.
Even knowing these things, he still had to take a moment to finish his message, for posterity's sake. Then he ran.