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App for Boomtown | Unfinished
Jun. 12th, 2014 07:38 pm[Note: Wee bits of headcanon appear in brackets.]
Player's Name: I'm Yume!
Are you over 16? Oh boy am I ever...
Characters Played Here: September
Character: Rabbit
Series/Canon: Steam Powered Giraffe
From When? Oh, uhm... uh... 2011 or so?
History:
http://steampoweredgiraffe.wikia.com/wiki/Rabbit
Personality:
Rabbit's personality is loud, brash, loud, Jersey-accented, and LOUD. Did I mention loud? No, really. There is no need for this robot to carry a megaphone, his voice can carry to the other end of a decently-sized park with no effort whatsoever. There are three things in the world that he takes seriously, everything else gets witty repartee or at least a godawful pun. What does he take seriously? His music, his family, and his power core.
Music is the function for which he and the other 'bots were programmed, and he is very good at it. They are all expert singers and while he doesn't play the guitar like The Spine or The Jon, he does play things with keys on--accordion and melodica specifically, though he's been seen to sling the keytar as well. There's a song in his soul and music everywhere he looks. The three bots had, after the Vietnam War, been programmed specifically as pacifists and musicians and peace and music and love of a general 'love thy neighbour' sort colour pretty much his entire outlook. Kind of Hensonian, really. SPG and Electric Mayhem should jam together someday, man.
He considers not only his inventor (and his inventor's descendants) to be his family, but also his bandmates. He is devastated whenever one of the humans of the Walter family die, even though he understands perfectly well that that's what humans do. He was similarly unhappy when The Jon left the band [but his memory was altered so that his recollections of The Jon are faint, at best.]
His power core is about the only part of his own functioning that he pays any attention to or even understands, and that's only because of how devastated he was after its theft resulted in the death of his inventor's son. He will guard that thing jealously and flee anyone who tries to examine it like a... well, like a rabbit. His combat programming, although extensive, has been completely subsumed, so he doesn't fight to protect it, only try to convince people to leave it alone or flee.
In fine, Rabbit is a bundle of stupid ideas in a barely-functioning mostly clockwork chassis. He is forever accompanied by random ratcheting sounds and venting steam, his sense of humour is best described as patently absurd, and his speech pattern exhibits a stutter that sounds like a skipping CD. He's scarcely ever upgraded because he usually wanders off when it's time for repairs, or allows things to damage his components. Half of his metal is covered in oil or verdigris which, admittedly, makes for interesting colours. At least he keeps his clothes clean.
Become friends with Rabbit and you will be his friend for life; no matter many jokes he makes about you he still likes you. Become his enemy and he will taunt you mercilessly. He may not be as well-made and polite as The Spine or as fluffy as The Jon, but darnit, he's still likeable.
Why do you think your character would work in this setting?
It's a frontier town! IN SPACE! How could any of those mechanical yahoos pass THIS up?
That said, none of them would leave willingly without the others, so I'm afraid Rabbit will have fluxed in. Probably noisily. Wandered off one day and fell through a portal sort of thing. THEY REALLY OUGHT TO HAVE SPRAYED FOR THOSE DARNED SPACETIME SINGULARITIES.
Once he's there, even though he'll miss the others terribly, he's the kind to make the best of any situation, so THIS PLACE WILL NEED SOME ENTERTAINMENT!
And he will want to stay because all those Gloomy Guses NEED HIM.
What will your character do for work?
Work? Rabbit? He scarcely functions, let alone works.... Hang on, lemme see....
Oh, hey, this town hasn't got any professional buskers! Maybe he can do that! Stand on street corners and entertain passersby. He's also available for parties, weddings, birthdays, and bar mitzvahs, but he can't keep his goggles on over a yarmulke, so don't expect him to wear it.
Inventory:
Nothin but the clothes on his back and the hat on his head and his megaphone... and his accordion. I am so sorry.
Samples:
You mean one of these?
Third-Person Sample: Provide at least three hundred words showing you've got a grasp of how you play your character. Strong preference is given to links to past threads or samples written within this game's setting.
First-Person Sample:
[What's this on the screen? It's... it's an eye. A robotic eye. It glows blue.]
[A voice croons] Helloooooo....
[The camera pulls back and there's the rest of Rabbit, eye included. At least it's still in his head, unlike the last time he tried eyeing the camera.]
Hey, g-g-g-guys, check this out! [The camera swings wildly until it centres on... the ice cream shoppe? Yup. That and the multicoloured oozing thing that's... uhm... oozing out the door. Inexplicably, it has a top hat on.] It's an ICE CREAM MONSTER! That's the coolest thing ever! Geddit... coolest.... {ahem] I'm gonna go lick it! I bet it tastes like all the best parts of, like, twenty different kinds of ice cream! Like Butter Brickle! And Tri-i-i-icycle! And Sunday Night Insomnia! You guys wanna join me, I know you do!
Player's Name: I'm Yume!
Are you over 16? Oh boy am I ever...
Characters Played Here: September
Character: Rabbit
Series/Canon: Steam Powered Giraffe
From When? Oh, uhm... uh... 2011 or so?
History:
http://steampoweredgiraffe.wikia.com/wiki/Rabbit
Personality:
Rabbit's personality is loud, brash, loud, Jersey-accented, and LOUD. Did I mention loud? No, really. There is no need for this robot to carry a megaphone, his voice can carry to the other end of a decently-sized park with no effort whatsoever. There are three things in the world that he takes seriously, everything else gets witty repartee or at least a godawful pun. What does he take seriously? His music, his family, and his power core.
Music is the function for which he and the other 'bots were programmed, and he is very good at it. They are all expert singers and while he doesn't play the guitar like The Spine or The Jon, he does play things with keys on--accordion and melodica specifically, though he's been seen to sling the keytar as well. There's a song in his soul and music everywhere he looks. The three bots had, after the Vietnam War, been programmed specifically as pacifists and musicians and peace and music and love of a general 'love thy neighbour' sort colour pretty much his entire outlook. Kind of Hensonian, really. SPG and Electric Mayhem should jam together someday, man.
He considers not only his inventor (and his inventor's descendants) to be his family, but also his bandmates. He is devastated whenever one of the humans of the Walter family die, even though he understands perfectly well that that's what humans do. He was similarly unhappy when The Jon left the band [but his memory was altered so that his recollections of The Jon are faint, at best.]
His power core is about the only part of his own functioning that he pays any attention to or even understands, and that's only because of how devastated he was after its theft resulted in the death of his inventor's son. He will guard that thing jealously and flee anyone who tries to examine it like a... well, like a rabbit. His combat programming, although extensive, has been completely subsumed, so he doesn't fight to protect it, only try to convince people to leave it alone or flee.
In fine, Rabbit is a bundle of stupid ideas in a barely-functioning mostly clockwork chassis. He is forever accompanied by random ratcheting sounds and venting steam, his sense of humour is best described as patently absurd, and his speech pattern exhibits a stutter that sounds like a skipping CD. He's scarcely ever upgraded because he usually wanders off when it's time for repairs, or allows things to damage his components. Half of his metal is covered in oil or verdigris which, admittedly, makes for interesting colours. At least he keeps his clothes clean.
Become friends with Rabbit and you will be his friend for life; no matter many jokes he makes about you he still likes you. Become his enemy and he will taunt you mercilessly. He may not be as well-made and polite as The Spine or as fluffy as The Jon, but darnit, he's still likeable.
Why do you think your character would work in this setting?
It's a frontier town! IN SPACE! How could any of those mechanical yahoos pass THIS up?
That said, none of them would leave willingly without the others, so I'm afraid Rabbit will have fluxed in. Probably noisily. Wandered off one day and fell through a portal sort of thing. THEY REALLY OUGHT TO HAVE SPRAYED FOR THOSE DARNED SPACETIME SINGULARITIES.
Once he's there, even though he'll miss the others terribly, he's the kind to make the best of any situation, so THIS PLACE WILL NEED SOME ENTERTAINMENT!
And he will want to stay because all those Gloomy Guses NEED HIM.
What will your character do for work?
Work? Rabbit? He scarcely functions, let alone works.... Hang on, lemme see....
Oh, hey, this town hasn't got any professional buskers! Maybe he can do that! Stand on street corners and entertain passersby. He's also available for parties, weddings, birthdays, and bar mitzvahs, but he can't keep his goggles on over a yarmulke, so don't expect him to wear it.
Inventory:
Nothin but the clothes on his back and the hat on his head and his megaphone... and his accordion. I am so sorry.
Samples:
You mean one of these?
Third-Person Sample: Provide at least three hundred words showing you've got a grasp of how you play your character. Strong preference is given to links to past threads or samples written within this game's setting.
First-Person Sample:
[What's this on the screen? It's... it's an eye. A robotic eye. It glows blue.]
[A voice croons] Helloooooo....
[The camera pulls back and there's the rest of Rabbit, eye included. At least it's still in his head, unlike the last time he tried eyeing the camera.]
Hey, g-g-g-guys, check this out! [The camera swings wildly until it centres on... the ice cream shoppe? Yup. That and the multicoloured oozing thing that's... uhm... oozing out the door. Inexplicably, it has a top hat on.] It's an ICE CREAM MONSTER! That's the coolest thing ever! Geddit... coolest.... {ahem] I'm gonna go lick it! I bet it tastes like all the best parts of, like, twenty different kinds of ice cream! Like Butter Brickle! And Tri-i-i-icycle! And Sunday Night Insomnia! You guys wanna join me, I know you do!
