(no subject)
Character Name: Ashton Anchors
Series: Star Ocean EX
Character Age: 20
Canon: Star Ocean EX begins when Our Hero, space cadet Claude Kenni, messes around with alien machinery and gets himself magically transported to another planet. There, he meets a young girl named Rena who has mysterious powers, and finds out that he is the destined Warrior of Light who will save the world from disaster! Claude disbelieves at first (wouldn't you?) and their journey initially begins just as a quest to find him a way back home. Unfortunately, a mysterious object known as the Sorcery Globe is wreaking havoc on the countryside, causing animals to mutate into vicious monsters and an increase in natural disasters. When Claude and company get caught up in these effects, it's obviously up to them to sort things out!
Early in their journey, Claude and Rena's party is joined by Ashton Anchors. A traveling swordsman looking for evil to vanquish, Ashton comes across as a clumsy, dorky, self-conscious spaz, with a tendency to blame others for his near-constant run of miserable luck. If a terrible yet comedic thing can happen to Ashton--bad weather, falling off cliffs, getting dumped by a girl before he even confesses--somehow, it will happen! The best example of this is when the party meets him: when he goes to a mine to rid it of an 'evil' two-headed dragon, he trips and ends up with both its heads magically affixed to his back. Quite apart from being unintentional comic relief, though, Ashton has a heart of gold, and just wants close friends who won't abandon him for once. He might have gotten a little more closeness than he bargained for, though--the two dragons, Gyoro and Ururun, are capable of simultaneously possessing him, turning him into a particularly strong, capable and self-confident fighter for short periods of time. Ashton has no memory of these incidents afterwards.
Also, he has a bizarre wooden barrel fetish.
Sample Post:
Ahhhh! I've been left behind again! Why does this always happen to me?! All I did was go ahead to scout out the area for you guys; there's no need to try and lose me in a trackless swamp where all the trails look the same and I'd never know if I'd picked the wrong path to get back to you or not--!
This is all your fault, miss Urgrruagh! You're the one who said that if we came with you, you'd show us 'a real good time!' Well, the middle of this swamp isn't our idea of a good time, so take responsibility for this situation with your own two hands and lead us right back out! --what do you mean, you don't have two hands? I'm so sorry for questioning your hands, I could have sworn you had at least one and a half earlier, and I hope you can, um, steal one from your friend and attach it to your own wrist?! Never mind, that's not a very smart way of fixing anything at all! Wait, miss Urgrruagh, I wasn't questioning your brains, I'm sure you're actually very smart, so there's no need to sidle up to me and...ask me to give you head?! Absolutely not, because Gyoro and Ururun are not spares; they are friends, not food! Why do you need us, anyway? Why, I'm sure you have plenty of head of your own stored in those...barrels back there...
Oh my goodness! Could this be? I'd recognize those anywhere! Those barrels are specially handcrafted from the wood of the badtouch tree from the infamous lands of Sovyetrucia, each gently aged and mellowed by the surrounding essence of the undead into a perfectly-shaped body! Ehehehe, what a joy to caress these lovely subtle curves! Yes, the rumors are true after all: the barrels of Sovyetrucia are of such exceptional quality that it seems they can reach out and touch you! Oh, yes, magnificent wood, fondle me there~. ♥ Ahhh~ feel that silky-smooth quality, smell that hint of zombies, always present to mark the authenticity of any barrel from this region--wait, what am I saying?! Undead! Zombies! You're all zombies, aren't you? Why didn't I realize it sooner! I don't want to die here, surrounded by rotting swamp denizens, all alone and wanted only for my brains! At least you want me for something, but...oh, why am I so unlucky!? I don't--ack--
Hmph. Pathetically weak monsters such as you presume to be able to consume us? Do you want to die here, pitiful creatures? Remove any trace of yourselves and your ligaments from this place, and your little wooden pets, too! Our host may not realize they are a trap, but we are not fooled for a second. Flee for what passes as your lives, little demons, and heed that curious burning feeling known as fear. Yes, flee before we incinerate you in our wrath!
--Huh? Where am I? Where did everybody go? Did they have their good time without me and then just leave me all alone here to be miserable? They did, didn't they? Aaaahhh! I've been used!
V-voting went HERE oh my goodness.