a-a-app post.
Character Name: Janus Cascade
Series: Wild Arms 3
Character Age: ~ 20-21
Canon: Wild Arms 3 is what happens when a J-RPG meets the Western/Steampunk genre, complete with your standard dose of gunfights, impoverished shanty towns, and the works. The planet Filgaia is a desolate wasteland, filled with seas of sand and towns that are hurting for even your basic resources. But hey, this environment lends itself well to allowing young "Drifters" (gunmen/women for hire, essentially) to thrive! The story focuses on the idealistic young Virginia Maxwell and her fellow Drifters as they travel the world carrying out odd jobs here and there as well as unravel a nefarious plot that would destroy Filgaia. You know, your usual RPG fare.
Janus Cascade is a rival Drifter introduced early on. Smart and smooth-talking, Janus initially appears to be an amiable sort who, despite his occasionally rough manner of speaking, seems to know what he's talking about when it comes to jobs and treasures. He's the perfect companion - unless you just so happen to be in his way. Unlike Virginia, Janus doesn't believe in the words "fair play" and sees the world as being an "eat or be eaten" sort of place. He will use anyone and anything to get a job done, playing the nice guy as necessary. But if he has to play the role of the bastard, he'll do it! Janus will take on any job as long as it means he'll get paid, really. Which isn't to say that he's a hardened criminal like some characters in the game - he's just the realistic foil to Virginia's idealism, and he almost seems to take great joy in hammering this fact home with her.
Sample Post:
Well, well! It seems like I've managed to find a lively group of blokes here, haven't I? Guess that's a bit of an oxymoron though, what with the lot of you being undead and all. Well, beggars can't be choosers! 'Sides, the three of you look like you've still got most of your bits and that's all that counts in the end. And just to nip this one in the bud before you kids feel like sharing every bloody thing about yourselves again: if you don't, I don't need to know about that. See, we have a saying back home - what happens in the Wasteland stays in the Wasteland. As the leader, it's good to keep me informed, but there's such a thing as too much information, isn't there.
Right, listen up. I'll be the brains of this little operation -hey, Unghh! Quit salivating like that, already! Shut your mouth or I'll clock you with my bayonet here! That'd make you shut it, wouldn't it? Heh. ... Where was I? Right. I got a job here, from that director woman. Just listen to this - it says right here that this camp houses an ancient treasure that's ripe for the picking, called "the golden seaweed." A rare thing, that! And it's found just over there, at the bottom of that glistening beauty of a lake there. Ignore the part where it looks a little toxic, blokes - that's just a rare quality that only adds to its beauty! Yeah, right.
Ahh, but hold on, there's a problem here. See, unfortunately for me, I never actually learned how to swim. Aquaphobic and all, you know. So! One of you is gonna have to go on down instead. 'Sides, it works out better since none of you have this particular need to breathe that I've got. ... Hey, Grawk! Thanks for volunteering! Don't give your leader that look, now - this is the perfect job for you. Here, look. All you've gotta do is tie this rope around your waist like so. Then Mrghh here'll lower you in while Unghh keeps a look-out! And if you need to be pulled back up, you can ... you know, throw a hand up all literal-like, just like all the other crazy zombie-folk. That's simple enough, right? 'Course it is! You get to it, and I'll be over here if you need me!
... zombies, heh. And here I thought normal blokes were easy enough, but these guys are a piece of work! Not to mention the fact that they don't really argue back; that's always a plus in my book. 'Course, they've got their downsides, but there's really no such thing as "good help" anymore, is there? - hey, Mrghh, what's going on over there?! ... ahh, yeah, so that's the fabled Miss Marcy I've been hearing about. Pity, that. Rest in pieces, good Grawk! We knew you well. All right, it looks like it's back to square one again. Let's wrack our brains and- Unghh, what did I tell you?!
...
Tch. Good help really is damn near impossible to find these days. Right then. Mrghh! You go fetch Unghh's head. 'Least we can put it to some use for Plan B. Hey, if he wasn't going to use it properly, then it's his loss. Besides, I've got an idea or two for it.
[voting went here, ahhhh wtf you guys are awesome. ♥]
Series: Wild Arms 3
Character Age: ~ 20-21
Canon: Wild Arms 3 is what happens when a J-RPG meets the Western/Steampunk genre, complete with your standard dose of gunfights, impoverished shanty towns, and the works. The planet Filgaia is a desolate wasteland, filled with seas of sand and towns that are hurting for even your basic resources. But hey, this environment lends itself well to allowing young "Drifters" (gunmen/women for hire, essentially) to thrive! The story focuses on the idealistic young Virginia Maxwell and her fellow Drifters as they travel the world carrying out odd jobs here and there as well as unravel a nefarious plot that would destroy Filgaia. You know, your usual RPG fare.
Janus Cascade is a rival Drifter introduced early on. Smart and smooth-talking, Janus initially appears to be an amiable sort who, despite his occasionally rough manner of speaking, seems to know what he's talking about when it comes to jobs and treasures. He's the perfect companion - unless you just so happen to be in his way. Unlike Virginia, Janus doesn't believe in the words "fair play" and sees the world as being an "eat or be eaten" sort of place. He will use anyone and anything to get a job done, playing the nice guy as necessary. But if he has to play the role of the bastard, he'll do it! Janus will take on any job as long as it means he'll get paid, really. Which isn't to say that he's a hardened criminal like some characters in the game - he's just the realistic foil to Virginia's idealism, and he almost seems to take great joy in hammering this fact home with her.
Sample Post:
Well, well! It seems like I've managed to find a lively group of blokes here, haven't I? Guess that's a bit of an oxymoron though, what with the lot of you being undead and all. Well, beggars can't be choosers! 'Sides, the three of you look like you've still got most of your bits and that's all that counts in the end. And just to nip this one in the bud before you kids feel like sharing every bloody thing about yourselves again: if you don't, I don't need to know about that. See, we have a saying back home - what happens in the Wasteland stays in the Wasteland. As the leader, it's good to keep me informed, but there's such a thing as too much information, isn't there.
Right, listen up. I'll be the brains of this little operation -hey, Unghh! Quit salivating like that, already! Shut your mouth or I'll clock you with my bayonet here! That'd make you shut it, wouldn't it? Heh. ... Where was I? Right. I got a job here, from that director woman. Just listen to this - it says right here that this camp houses an ancient treasure that's ripe for the picking, called "the golden seaweed." A rare thing, that! And it's found just over there, at the bottom of that glistening beauty of a lake there. Ignore the part where it looks a little toxic, blokes - that's just a rare quality that only adds to its beauty! Yeah, right.
Ahh, but hold on, there's a problem here. See, unfortunately for me, I never actually learned how to swim. Aquaphobic and all, you know. So! One of you is gonna have to go on down instead. 'Sides, it works out better since none of you have this particular need to breathe that I've got. ... Hey, Grawk! Thanks for volunteering! Don't give your leader that look, now - this is the perfect job for you. Here, look. All you've gotta do is tie this rope around your waist like so. Then Mrghh here'll lower you in while Unghh keeps a look-out! And if you need to be pulled back up, you can ... you know, throw a hand up all literal-like, just like all the other crazy zombie-folk. That's simple enough, right? 'Course it is! You get to it, and I'll be over here if you need me!
... zombies, heh. And here I thought normal blokes were easy enough, but these guys are a piece of work! Not to mention the fact that they don't really argue back; that's always a plus in my book. 'Course, they've got their downsides, but there's really no such thing as "good help" anymore, is there? - hey, Mrghh, what's going on over there?! ... ahh, yeah, so that's the fabled Miss Marcy I've been hearing about. Pity, that. Rest in pieces, good Grawk! We knew you well. All right, it looks like it's back to square one again. Let's wrack our brains and- Unghh, what did I tell you?!
...
Tch. Good help really is damn near impossible to find these days. Right then. Mrghh! You go fetch Unghh's head. 'Least we can put it to some use for Plan B. Hey, if he wasn't going to use it properly, then it's his loss. Besides, I've got an idea or two for it.
[voting went here, ahhhh wtf you guys are awesome. ♥]