App to Route 29.
Player
Name: Sia
E-mail: melenciana@gmail.com
AIM/MSN:
AIM: standardredshirt
MSN: somnial@live.com.au
Timezone: AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time)
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: The Prince
Series: Prince of Persia (2008)
Timeline: Post-Epilogue
Canon Resource Links:
General wiki link.
Specific wiki link.
Character wiki link!
Personality:
The Prince is kind of like a friendly jerkass! He likes people, people like him, he’s pretty charming when he wants to be... and even when he’s not, he’s still very charismatic. On the other hand, he's not terribly mature. He makes bad jokes and can be insensitive to other people -- he’s very straightforward, all things considered, which can be both good and bad.
Interestingly enough, he's not a big fan of talking about himself, and he’ll try to dodge questions on his background that require an in-depth answer. He is actually quite good at this -- when asked about himself, he'll reply with something roundabout, and keep the ball rolling for as long as he can in order to avoid giving away almost any personal information. (In-game, Elika will ask after his origins; upon not receiving an actual answer, she says that he must have come from somewhere. The Prince answers yes! And he is going somewhere else.)
Really, what the Prince is interested in is looking after himself rather than other people. He lies, he steals; he can see why he should feel bad about it, but he's a big fan of owning his decisions (the consequences, on the other hand, may kindly go to someone else). It's quite easy to designate him as 'suspicious', given his preoccupation with tomb-raiding and making tracks, and blatant evasion when it comes to personal details. The distrust goes both ways - sure, he'll accept help, but he'll have a hard time believing that it's out of the goodness of someone's heart rather than because they think they'll get something out of it.
Despite this, he’s not very doom and gloom; the Prince can and will talk about anything that comes to mind just to keep conversation flowing. This usually involves random observations or complaints and a shoddy joke or two, making him fairly even-tempered and cheerful, and quite a departure from your usual mysterious stranger (surly and succinct as opposed to the Prince's enthusiastic motor-mouth).
He is also hedonistic! He has no agenda other than to have a good time on his own terms, and he likes to keep an eye out for things like gold, thick carpets, and pretty women - he wears his scarf and long coat because they look cool, so that's self-explanatory, but he does have a degree of practicality, too. No fancy silk slippers for him! It's easier to flee from angry men guarding their women when you've got trousers that can withstand long horse-rides and footwear that won't fall off when you're on the run. Of course, it would help if he stopped being so suggestive toward most everyone of the female persuasion, but why on earth would he want that?
While the Prince is clever, he’s not actually that smart, so he prefers to leave abstract concepts to Elika and think about the now. If something is less than optimum and relevant to his interests, he'll try to fix it - but that doesn't mean that he can't or won't complain about it every step of the way.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strength time!
IT'S NOT LIKE GRAVITY EVER KILLED ANYONE
Have you seen the Prince? The Prince is RIPPED. He's no gym bunny, but his lifestyle involves a lot of running, jumping, and climbing up trees (but no putting on make-up while he's up there, I'm sad to say). He has some serious skill in climbing up, around, and over things - he kind of has to, with his line in work being centred in avoiding traps and consequently sudden death. Lately this has involved jumping over inexplicable chasms and crawling on the ceiling... which is a bit new, but you know, he's adapted and now it's a solid part of his repertoire.
BODYGUARDING
The Prince obviously needs to be able to look after himself what with the amount of gold he's moving around on a regular basis, so he's not too shabby with a sword. Along with parkour, this proves to be incredibly useful when he partners up with Elika; not only have most of the walkways and stairs in Elika's kingdom disappeared, leaving pretty much only a load of strategically placed poles and walls, but just about every living thing they encounter is hellbent on murdering them. While athletic and more than capable of getting around by herself, Elika doesn't even have a weapon, and so the only way the Corrupted are going to get to Elika is through the Prince.
CASUAL THIEVERY
Your standard pickpocketing act. Get close, get personal, get the hell away with their wallet. Though he's fond of doing this to market stalls and random encampments, as well. Also tombs.
SMOOTH TALKING
While quite a lot of what comes out of the Prince's mouth is crap, a fair amount of it can be rather smooth. He can talk his way into and out of a lot of things (though once he's in, his luck usually turns, and talking himself out involves a quick excuse and the abuse of his natural FLEE function).
And now for the weaknesses.
CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE
The Prince has terrible, terrible luck. Sure, you might call him lucky for being alive at all, but the situations he lands in tend to be anything but. See: losing his donkey, falling down a cliff, having rocks dropped on him, monsters sprouting from the ground, discovering the end of the world as he knows it, suffering indigestion from eating curried goat while all this is happening... Has he offended anyone up there? Probably!
GENERAL CONFUSION ABOUNDS
The Prince knows how to read, and how to write. He also knows how to add and subtract and how to convert a currency or two. That's... probably about it. He's passed through a lot of places and picked up a lot of things in a lot of different languages, but you don't want to ask him about anything terribly theoretical. He's used to dealing with the here and now rather than logic bombs and the spelling of 'sesquipedalian loquaciousness'.
ELIKA
...what can I even say. If he lost her, the Prince would do just about anything and everything to get her back. Seriously. Any limits he might have had? Whoosh! Away they go! (You can see how this might end badly. The Prince is very much not above being manipulated for her sake.)
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Skarmory
Password: GRAPE JELLY
Samples
First Person Sample:
So it's a... bicycle, right? Bike? Looks a bit - small, don't you think? I've seen kids half my size riding - well, I've seen them riding flaming ponies and giant dragon fish of death around, but that's not the point, the point is that I've seen them on much bigger -
It's safer to start out on the little ones? Safer? I don't think I'll be safer, I think I'll be in bigger danger of getting a cramp and dying. Look at this. Look at it. It's ridiculous. It barely comes up to my knee. It doesn't even have -
No, I don't want training wheels, I'm just saying. I can ride without them, thank you very much. And they probably cost extra.
Third Person Sample:
He did not approve of this.
'This' being the small, twisted wreck of metal he was supposed use to get around... wherever he'd ended up now. Goldenrod City? Goldenrod City. If he was wrong about that, Elika would know.
Sure, the bikes seemed like a good idea - they were compact. Easy to carry. Easy to store. An absolute bargain to feed (because they didn't need to be).
The trouble was that he was having a bit of a problem getting one that he would be able to ride easily. It wasn't like getting on a horse - the horse had shift to it. The horse was alive. It would snort, it would snicker, it would bite you if you were doing something wrong, and it would neigh like mad if something was up (usually him, because he was stealing it, because it belonged to someone else, and that someone else was going to kill him).
This bike relied entirely on his sense of balance. And that, that was fine. He had an excellent sense of balance. He'd be dead, otherwise. He'd be dead and mangled and probably missing a few limbs.
It was more that his sense of balance was a little stilted, right now, given that the bike he was trying out was less than half his size and an eye-searing shade of pink to boot. He could barely work the pedals. He was simply too big for it.
And he knew, he just knew that this merchant was having him out for a laugh. He'd humoured Elika, given her a decently sized deathtrap to ride around and lock up and outpace tiny children with a thing for pitting animals against each other because they could.
This had left him with no other choice than the little one he was trying out right now.
"At least you can learn," Elika said.
"I'm going to hurt myself," he told her. "I'm going to hurt myself, and it will be painful, and you're going to laugh, because you won't let me try yours, and I'll be in pain."
"I'll let you," she said, and hid a laugh behind a slim hand. "But you have to keep trying until you understand this, first."
He let out a frustrated noise. He tried to work this frustration into pedalling this piece of insanity. Frustration did wonders, right? Frustration and desperation and luck. That was what he ran on, when he wasn't fueled by terror.
He pedalled forward a few paces. Stopped. Tried again.
This time he got further, and faster; this heartened him, so he kept trying.
Then he fell on his side.
Name: Sia
E-mail: melenciana@gmail.com
AIM/MSN:
AIM: standardredshirt
MSN: somnial@live.com.au
Timezone: AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time)
Current Characters in Route: N/A
Character
Name: The Prince
Series: Prince of Persia (2008)
Timeline: Post-Epilogue
Canon Resource Links:
General wiki link.
Specific wiki link.
Character wiki link!
Personality:
The Prince is kind of like a friendly jerkass! He likes people, people like him, he’s pretty charming when he wants to be... and even when he’s not, he’s still very charismatic. On the other hand, he's not terribly mature. He makes bad jokes and can be insensitive to other people -- he’s very straightforward, all things considered, which can be both good and bad.
Interestingly enough, he's not a big fan of talking about himself, and he’ll try to dodge questions on his background that require an in-depth answer. He is actually quite good at this -- when asked about himself, he'll reply with something roundabout, and keep the ball rolling for as long as he can in order to avoid giving away almost any personal information. (In-game, Elika will ask after his origins; upon not receiving an actual answer, she says that he must have come from somewhere. The Prince answers yes! And he is going somewhere else.)
Really, what the Prince is interested in is looking after himself rather than other people. He lies, he steals; he can see why he should feel bad about it, but he's a big fan of owning his decisions (the consequences, on the other hand, may kindly go to someone else). It's quite easy to designate him as 'suspicious', given his preoccupation with tomb-raiding and making tracks, and blatant evasion when it comes to personal details. The distrust goes both ways - sure, he'll accept help, but he'll have a hard time believing that it's out of the goodness of someone's heart rather than because they think they'll get something out of it.
Despite this, he’s not very doom and gloom; the Prince can and will talk about anything that comes to mind just to keep conversation flowing. This usually involves random observations or complaints and a shoddy joke or two, making him fairly even-tempered and cheerful, and quite a departure from your usual mysterious stranger (surly and succinct as opposed to the Prince's enthusiastic motor-mouth).
He is also hedonistic! He has no agenda other than to have a good time on his own terms, and he likes to keep an eye out for things like gold, thick carpets, and pretty women - he wears his scarf and long coat because they look cool, so that's self-explanatory, but he does have a degree of practicality, too. No fancy silk slippers for him! It's easier to flee from angry men guarding their women when you've got trousers that can withstand long horse-rides and footwear that won't fall off when you're on the run. Of course, it would help if he stopped being so suggestive toward most everyone of the female persuasion, but why on earth would he want that?
While the Prince is clever, he’s not actually that smart, so he prefers to leave abstract concepts to Elika and think about the now. If something is less than optimum and relevant to his interests, he'll try to fix it - but that doesn't mean that he can't or won't complain about it every step of the way.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strength time!
IT'S NOT LIKE GRAVITY EVER KILLED ANYONE
Have you seen the Prince? The Prince is RIPPED. He's no gym bunny, but his lifestyle involves a lot of running, jumping, and climbing up trees (but no putting on make-up while he's up there, I'm sad to say). He has some serious skill in climbing up, around, and over things - he kind of has to, with his line in work being centred in avoiding traps and consequently sudden death. Lately this has involved jumping over inexplicable chasms and crawling on the ceiling... which is a bit new, but you know, he's adapted and now it's a solid part of his repertoire.
BODYGUARDING
The Prince obviously needs to be able to look after himself what with the amount of gold he's moving around on a regular basis, so he's not too shabby with a sword. Along with parkour, this proves to be incredibly useful when he partners up with Elika; not only have most of the walkways and stairs in Elika's kingdom disappeared, leaving pretty much only a load of strategically placed poles and walls, but just about every living thing they encounter is hellbent on murdering them. While athletic and more than capable of getting around by herself, Elika doesn't even have a weapon, and so the only way the Corrupted are going to get to Elika is through the Prince.
CASUAL THIEVERY
Your standard pickpocketing act. Get close, get personal, get the hell away with their wallet. Though he's fond of doing this to market stalls and random encampments, as well. Also tombs.
SMOOTH TALKING
While quite a lot of what comes out of the Prince's mouth is crap, a fair amount of it can be rather smooth. He can talk his way into and out of a lot of things (though once he's in, his luck usually turns, and talking himself out involves a quick excuse and the abuse of his natural FLEE function).
And now for the weaknesses.
CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE
The Prince has terrible, terrible luck. Sure, you might call him lucky for being alive at all, but the situations he lands in tend to be anything but. See: losing his donkey, falling down a cliff, having rocks dropped on him, monsters sprouting from the ground, discovering the end of the world as he knows it, suffering indigestion from eating curried goat while all this is happening... Has he offended anyone up there? Probably!
GENERAL CONFUSION ABOUNDS
The Prince knows how to read, and how to write. He also knows how to add and subtract and how to convert a currency or two. That's... probably about it. He's passed through a lot of places and picked up a lot of things in a lot of different languages, but you don't want to ask him about anything terribly theoretical. He's used to dealing with the here and now rather than logic bombs and the spelling of 'sesquipedalian loquaciousness'.
ELIKA
...what can I even say. If he lost her, the Prince would do just about anything and everything to get her back. Seriously. Any limits he might have had? Whoosh! Away they go! (You can see how this might end badly. The Prince is very much not above being manipulated for her sake.)
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Skarmory
Password: GRAPE JELLY
Samples
First Person Sample:
So it's a... bicycle, right? Bike? Looks a bit - small, don't you think? I've seen kids half my size riding - well, I've seen them riding flaming ponies and giant dragon fish of death around, but that's not the point, the point is that I've seen them on much bigger -
It's safer to start out on the little ones? Safer? I don't think I'll be safer, I think I'll be in bigger danger of getting a cramp and dying. Look at this. Look at it. It's ridiculous. It barely comes up to my knee. It doesn't even have -
No, I don't want training wheels, I'm just saying. I can ride without them, thank you very much. And they probably cost extra.
Third Person Sample:
He did not approve of this.
'This' being the small, twisted wreck of metal he was supposed use to get around... wherever he'd ended up now. Goldenrod City? Goldenrod City. If he was wrong about that, Elika would know.
Sure, the bikes seemed like a good idea - they were compact. Easy to carry. Easy to store. An absolute bargain to feed (because they didn't need to be).
The trouble was that he was having a bit of a problem getting one that he would be able to ride easily. It wasn't like getting on a horse - the horse had shift to it. The horse was alive. It would snort, it would snicker, it would bite you if you were doing something wrong, and it would neigh like mad if something was up (usually him, because he was stealing it, because it belonged to someone else, and that someone else was going to kill him).
This bike relied entirely on his sense of balance. And that, that was fine. He had an excellent sense of balance. He'd be dead, otherwise. He'd be dead and mangled and probably missing a few limbs.
It was more that his sense of balance was a little stilted, right now, given that the bike he was trying out was less than half his size and an eye-searing shade of pink to boot. He could barely work the pedals. He was simply too big for it.
And he knew, he just knew that this merchant was having him out for a laugh. He'd humoured Elika, given her a decently sized deathtrap to ride around and lock up and outpace tiny children with a thing for pitting animals against each other because they could.
This had left him with no other choice than the little one he was trying out right now.
"At least you can learn," Elika said.
"I'm going to hurt myself," he told her. "I'm going to hurt myself, and it will be painful, and you're going to laugh, because you won't let me try yours, and I'll be in pain."
"I'll let you," she said, and hid a laugh behind a slim hand. "But you have to keep trying until you understand this, first."
He let out a frustrated noise. He tried to work this frustration into pedalling this piece of insanity. Frustration did wonders, right? Frustration and desperation and luck. That was what he ran on, when he wasn't fueled by terror.
He pedalled forward a few paces. Stopped. Tried again.
This time he got further, and faster; this heartened him, so he kept trying.
Then he fell on his side.