Application for sirenspull
Player Information
Name: Robin
Age: 28
AIM SN: Bustaa Wolf
email: robin.boy.blunder (at) gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? As a matter of fact, I have
Currrently Played Characters: None, but previously played Kurt Wagner, Red X, Laguna Loire, and Slash
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Runaways
Canon Format: Comic series
Character's Name: Gertrude Yorkes/Arsenic (and Old Lace)
Character's Age: 16
What form will your character's NV take? A basic camera phone with a deinonychus cell-phone dangle
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Gert has a telepathic link to Old Lace, a genetically-engineered deinonychus left as a guardian by her parents. The link allows Gert to command Old Lace, and gives her a vague sense of Old Lace's thoughts. The link, however, causes them to empathically share pain dealt to the other, forcing Gert to exercise caution depending on the danger of a situation. Additionally, Gert is exceptionally smart for her age, only beaten among her close friends by a living computer.
Weapons: Old Lace, a genetically-engineered deinonychus from the 87th century.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Gertrude Yorkes on Wikipedia and Gertrude Yorkes on Marvel Wiki
Point in Canon: Immediately following 'Free' (X-Men/Runaways One-Shot), before 'Parental Guidance' (Runaways Vol. 2 #14)
Character Personality: The first thing people notice about Gert is her sarcastic tone and her deadpan wit. She's not one to sugarcoat anything, but often peppers her comments with enough snark to be palatable, whether she's digging on her boyfriend for being a dumb jock, or making snide remarks about a superheroine's more 'revealing' costume. She's apparently cultivated this aspect of her verbal and intellectual arsenal since she was very young, making things difficult for her parents.
Her ability to derogate and commentate is made worse by her intelligence. Among her closest friends, the only one who rivals her in book smarts is Victor Mancha, who is literally a living computer. While not as adept at utilizing her knowledge as a weapon like Alex Wilder, she is still incredibly gifted in her mental faculties, and was to be on the recieving end of a full-ride scholarship to Mount Holyoke College before the events that made her a teenage runaway.
Gert has an absolute distrust of those in positions of power, and, by proxy, all adults in general. She claims that she knew her parents were evil since she was five, and recounts a story about how her pet pig disappeared and the evidence that suggests her parents were responsible. She's firmly of the belief that 'no one over 20 can be trusted,' and is often the first to point out when any course of action would make her or her friends 'no better than their parents.' She refuses to talk down to those younger to her, and will not lie regardless of the consequences. By association, she trusts her friends very deeply, seeing them as more of a family than she ever saw her blood family.
Deep down, sometimes Gert feels self-conscious about her appearance, but even that gets covered with a healthy layer of sarcasm, turning even moments of self-doubt into yet another barb in her constant string of jibes against life, the universe, and everything.
Character Plans: Gert lends a sarcastic observation to everyone and everything around her, whether asked for one or not. She'd act as a good 'reality check'-type foil for some of the more 'out there' characters. She also has a healthy mistrust of adults, which is something I'd like to explore in a setting with more trustworthy characters all around, as well as characters one should never trust. In addition, I could see her making an attempt to organize an open protest/opposition to SERO and AGI, though likely of the picket-and-newsletter variety.
Also, come on. You can't tell me Siren's Port couldn't benefit from having a dinosaur around. Even a genetically-engineered one.
Appearance/PB: Gert stands at a height of 5'1" and weighs in at around 160 lbs. She has glasses in thick, horn-rimmed frames, though she can also wear contacts in an emergency. She's often seen wearing either a scowl or an unimpressed expression, and even when happy, she is very subtle about it, facially. She has green eyes and purple-dyed hair and eyebrows, though what color it is naturally is unknown (signs point to it being a dark brown). Her clothes tend to lean towards 'thrift-store chic,' though her clothes are always clean. She tends to cover her whole body, employing tights under her skirts, combat boots, jackets, pants, and hoodies on a regular basis. Her clothing style helps downplay her weight to a certain degree, though it doesn't appear to be conscious, as Gert dresses for comfort more than style.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample Let me get this straight. So, you've got this immense power source that has a hard-on for metahuman powers, and it pulls people in from multiple time-streams, universes, and the like into an island metropolis in the middle of Canada.
Okay, so why does this power source exist in the first place? Is this the product of some kind of clandestine, Manhattan Project-style government operation? This is why things don't work in this world - people in power think they can just take the reigns of the rest of humanity and bend it to their ambitions. It's like the CD player's broken, and keeps looping the same song. Even if you put a new album in, it's just got a cover of that song, probably worse than the original.
At least there's socialized health care here. I guess it could be situated in a worse place. Like Detroit.
Third Person Sample Gert was used to audiences. She'd been to numerous protests and rallies, and had even organized a few. She played drums on occasion, though full stage performances were few and far between. But when walking down the street? Not the kind of venue for public gawking.
It probably had something to do with the dinosaur.
Or maybe they'd never seen someone with her particular shade of purple hair.
"...nah. It's gotta be the dinosaur."
Old Lace chirped from behind her, lowering her head to nudge Gert's elbow. "Don't worry, girl. Looks like everyone's too dumbstruck to just be dumb. You're fine." From what she'd already learned about this city, powers and strange creatures were so commonplace as to be unimpressive. But few obviously non-human entities showed up before the nighttime sirens, so for a deinonychus to be strolling after her teenage companion just before lunchtime was certainly noteworthy. Still, the odds seemed low that anyone would start trouble with Old Lace, even if she looked closer to one of the 'darkness' creatures than your average city-dweller.
"I know. But think of it this way - if anyone wants to become a problem, I get to save some money when we get to the store." She wrinkled her nose to get her glasses to settle properly, then reached up and petted the side of Old Lace's neck. "I know, morons aren't your favorite meal, but it's hard to argue with free when I don't bring in enough money to buy you whole steaks on a daily basis." The two continued their walk, the giant lizard's claws clicking in time with the short girl's combat boots against the pavement, as people gave them both a wide berth. When they arrived at the convenience store, Gert looked up. "I'll only be a sec. Just wait here. If anyone gets in your face, I'll run out as fast as my stumpy legs'll take me." With a smile and a pet on the nose, Gert left her friend and stepped through the door. "Excuse me, do you have Slim Jims?"
After a few minutes, Gert returned to the sight of Old Lace, stooped down and letting children touch her head. Gert sighed, prompting the dino to stand upright quickly, spooking the kids a bit. "Go on, get outta here, squirts." She turned back to her friend, who had a bit of an ashamed look on her face. Gert just shook her head and reached into the bag. "You're a ham," she offered alongside a strip of jerky.
Name: Robin
Age: 28
AIM SN: Bustaa Wolf
email: robin.boy.blunder (at) gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? As a matter of fact, I have
Currrently Played Characters: None, but previously played Kurt Wagner, Red X, Laguna Loire, and Slash
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Runaways
Canon Format: Comic series
Character's Name: Gertrude Yorkes/Arsenic (and Old Lace)
Character's Age: 16
What form will your character's NV take? A basic camera phone with a deinonychus cell-phone dangle
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Gert has a telepathic link to Old Lace, a genetically-engineered deinonychus left as a guardian by her parents. The link allows Gert to command Old Lace, and gives her a vague sense of Old Lace's thoughts. The link, however, causes them to empathically share pain dealt to the other, forcing Gert to exercise caution depending on the danger of a situation. Additionally, Gert is exceptionally smart for her age, only beaten among her close friends by a living computer.
Weapons: Old Lace, a genetically-engineered deinonychus from the 87th century.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Gertrude Yorkes on Wikipedia and Gertrude Yorkes on Marvel Wiki
Point in Canon: Immediately following 'Free' (X-Men/Runaways One-Shot), before 'Parental Guidance' (Runaways Vol. 2 #14)
Character Personality: The first thing people notice about Gert is her sarcastic tone and her deadpan wit. She's not one to sugarcoat anything, but often peppers her comments with enough snark to be palatable, whether she's digging on her boyfriend for being a dumb jock, or making snide remarks about a superheroine's more 'revealing' costume. She's apparently cultivated this aspect of her verbal and intellectual arsenal since she was very young, making things difficult for her parents.
Her ability to derogate and commentate is made worse by her intelligence. Among her closest friends, the only one who rivals her in book smarts is Victor Mancha, who is literally a living computer. While not as adept at utilizing her knowledge as a weapon like Alex Wilder, she is still incredibly gifted in her mental faculties, and was to be on the recieving end of a full-ride scholarship to Mount Holyoke College before the events that made her a teenage runaway.
Gert has an absolute distrust of those in positions of power, and, by proxy, all adults in general. She claims that she knew her parents were evil since she was five, and recounts a story about how her pet pig disappeared and the evidence that suggests her parents were responsible. She's firmly of the belief that 'no one over 20 can be trusted,' and is often the first to point out when any course of action would make her or her friends 'no better than their parents.' She refuses to talk down to those younger to her, and will not lie regardless of the consequences. By association, she trusts her friends very deeply, seeing them as more of a family than she ever saw her blood family.
Deep down, sometimes Gert feels self-conscious about her appearance, but even that gets covered with a healthy layer of sarcasm, turning even moments of self-doubt into yet another barb in her constant string of jibes against life, the universe, and everything.
Character Plans: Gert lends a sarcastic observation to everyone and everything around her, whether asked for one or not. She'd act as a good 'reality check'-type foil for some of the more 'out there' characters. She also has a healthy mistrust of adults, which is something I'd like to explore in a setting with more trustworthy characters all around, as well as characters one should never trust. In addition, I could see her making an attempt to organize an open protest/opposition to SERO and AGI, though likely of the picket-and-newsletter variety.
Also, come on. You can't tell me Siren's Port couldn't benefit from having a dinosaur around. Even a genetically-engineered one.
Appearance/PB: Gert stands at a height of 5'1" and weighs in at around 160 lbs. She has glasses in thick, horn-rimmed frames, though she can also wear contacts in an emergency. She's often seen wearing either a scowl or an unimpressed expression, and even when happy, she is very subtle about it, facially. She has green eyes and purple-dyed hair and eyebrows, though what color it is naturally is unknown (signs point to it being a dark brown). Her clothes tend to lean towards 'thrift-store chic,' though her clothes are always clean. She tends to cover her whole body, employing tights under her skirts, combat boots, jackets, pants, and hoodies on a regular basis. Her clothing style helps downplay her weight to a certain degree, though it doesn't appear to be conscious, as Gert dresses for comfort more than style.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample Let me get this straight. So, you've got this immense power source that has a hard-on for metahuman powers, and it pulls people in from multiple time-streams, universes, and the like into an island metropolis in the middle of Canada.
Okay, so why does this power source exist in the first place? Is this the product of some kind of clandestine, Manhattan Project-style government operation? This is why things don't work in this world - people in power think they can just take the reigns of the rest of humanity and bend it to their ambitions. It's like the CD player's broken, and keeps looping the same song. Even if you put a new album in, it's just got a cover of that song, probably worse than the original.
At least there's socialized health care here. I guess it could be situated in a worse place. Like Detroit.
Third Person Sample Gert was used to audiences. She'd been to numerous protests and rallies, and had even organized a few. She played drums on occasion, though full stage performances were few and far between. But when walking down the street? Not the kind of venue for public gawking.
It probably had something to do with the dinosaur.
Or maybe they'd never seen someone with her particular shade of purple hair.
"...nah. It's gotta be the dinosaur."
Old Lace chirped from behind her, lowering her head to nudge Gert's elbow. "Don't worry, girl. Looks like everyone's too dumbstruck to just be dumb. You're fine." From what she'd already learned about this city, powers and strange creatures were so commonplace as to be unimpressive. But few obviously non-human entities showed up before the nighttime sirens, so for a deinonychus to be strolling after her teenage companion just before lunchtime was certainly noteworthy. Still, the odds seemed low that anyone would start trouble with Old Lace, even if she looked closer to one of the 'darkness' creatures than your average city-dweller.
"I know. But think of it this way - if anyone wants to become a problem, I get to save some money when we get to the store." She wrinkled her nose to get her glasses to settle properly, then reached up and petted the side of Old Lace's neck. "I know, morons aren't your favorite meal, but it's hard to argue with free when I don't bring in enough money to buy you whole steaks on a daily basis." The two continued their walk, the giant lizard's claws clicking in time with the short girl's combat boots against the pavement, as people gave them both a wide berth. When they arrived at the convenience store, Gert looked up. "I'll only be a sec. Just wait here. If anyone gets in your face, I'll run out as fast as my stumpy legs'll take me." With a smile and a pet on the nose, Gert left her friend and stepped through the door. "Excuse me, do you have Slim Jims?"
After a few minutes, Gert returned to the sight of Old Lace, stooped down and letting children touch her head. Gert sighed, prompting the dino to stand upright quickly, spooking the kids a bit. "Go on, get outta here, squirts." She turned back to her friend, who had a bit of an ashamed look on her face. Gert just shook her head and reached into the bag. "You're a ham," she offered alongside a strip of jerky.