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〈 PLAYER INFO 〉
NAME: Dev
AGE: 20
JOURNAL: N/A
IM / EMAIL: tfwnodev @ Skype / Bibaalol@gmail.com
PLURK: Plurk.com/Devitas
RETURNING: Nope!
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: Whim
CHARACTER AGE: 24
CANON ORIGIN: Strictly Original!
CHRONOLOGY: From when his everyday life is described in the Background section.
CLASS: Hero!
HOUSING: Assigned is fine!
BACKGROUND: Whim’s place and reason of origin is somewhat of a mystery, but being a ghost that’s often normal. They can show up as a result of a collective desire of a mass of people, or from a strong link someone that departed had with the living world, but when they come to be, they’re their own person by their own right, slightly shaped by what gave them their origin. They’re not particularly rare, but don’t exist in such a concentration that they’re considered normal and an every day sight. They don’t particularly face a lot of prejudice, because of the world they live in! In a world where the supernatural is almost the norm, and a lot of people possess weird abilities from birth or acquire them from some shady sage who lives at the edge of a mountain at the end of the world, if you see a ghost, it’s probably not the weirdest thing you’ll see that day.
Whim himself was created from the lingering spirit of some young adult who accidentally burned his whole apartment down ( himself included) when he tried to boil up some water for noodles, which leads to his affinity with fire powers and also, ironically, considering that cheap, basic cup noodles were the reason for his creation, a very strong talent and passion for cooking.
Growing up was not particularly easy, but by the time Whim had some years under his belt and found himself a job cooking in the back of a bar incorporated into a fighting arena, he found a place to settle for a while. He didn’t exercise his cooking talents as much as he wanted to, as he was busy whipping up quick grub for people who were eager to eat some comfort food while watching the most popular superhumans punch and kick each other, or blow each other’s heads out. He mostly practiced it at home, using the small salary he received to further his own knowledge in the culinary arts, and since he didn’t need to feed himself, he’d often donate what he made to a local shelter. Not due to having a Heart Of Gold (™), or so he told himself, but mostly because it’s not right to have food go to waste. It's really because he's a big softie down there, though.
Ironically enough, having a first class seat to most of the wild battles out there, it never quite ignited a fire within him (no pun intended), and despite posessing some pretty strong and wild fire abilities, he never quite procured to further them, since, in addition to not being in his realm of interests, leading to not really wanting to find someone to train him, he couldn’t regulate his output, so any attempt to manifest his firepowers would result in either a large piece of property getting burned or a pretty nasty explosion. Still, he lives happily in a tiny, cheap flat, working everyday for a tiny salary, and cooking for pleasure at home when he can. Despite his name being Whim, and being a very supernatural existence himself, he lives a very routine life, without much to shake it up.
In the end, other than people having powers and supernatural phenomenon not being all that supernatural, the world in all its other aspects is almost identical to ours!
PERSONALITY: Whim is best described as a total ball of nerves. A polite ball of nerves. He’s fluent with speaking and absolutely enjoys communicating, but he often gets caught up in his own head and messes up his words a lot. Despite that, he loves social interaction, and when he can work himself up enough to make a strong connection with someone, they’ve generally gained a friend and an ally for life.. He’s usually in his own head, which makes him prone to overthinking.
Beyond his apparent nervous demeanor, he’s an averagely good person (ghost) at heart, and values the few friends he can manage to make anywhere dearly, and despite being a nervous mess, when he’s placed in a situation that’s alien to him, yet allows him enough time to get past an initial bout of freaking out and beyond an initial stage of thinking things through, he can fend for himself, since surprisingly, for as jittery as he is, he’s got a good head on his shoulders.
In essence, his nervous side comes mostly from instinct, a reaction that is instinctive and not a result of a rational processing, which, if he is given the chance to do without spooking him further if he is alarmed to begin with, he’ll often assess the situation properly. This is mostly why he never took an interest in professional (or recreational) fighting, since the amount of training and time that would take to overturn this nervous tick of his would be too big for him to dedicate himself to it. Rather, he tends to divert his free time to cooking because, as he loves to engage with people (he’s rather fascinated with people in the flesh), it gives him a way to engage with them and break any eventual ice that needs to be broken with something he knows how to do and is passionate about, rather than going through some mild pang of anxiety trying to figure out what the best thing to say to get others to open up to him is.
When he can establish a connection with someone, devoid of the insecurities that come with talking to someone for the first few times, he reveals himself as someone with a good sense of humor, abusing his power to turn incorporeal to freak out his friends out and pass his hands through them, or making his hair flare up into a purple flare with an ethereal appearance to it. He also knows a lot of knock knock jokes, and is known to crack a pun or two once in a while. They’re all terrible and tend to be somewhat cringe inducing.
His way of life is a reflection of his personality, since he prefers a well established calm life without many surprises, unwilling to move or seek greener pastures if he’s satisfied with his way of living, which ironically goes against his own name, which is Whim. In his own world, he hopes that his practice will bear fruit and he’ll be able to become a chef at some fancy restaurant, to validate his own skills, and to cook complex things regularly. In truth, he’s more than skilled enough for the position, something he doesn’t believe himself, and as such, he keeps training away in his tiny apartment, unaware that he could be doing much grander things with his life.
In short, he’s a good guy, a good, nervous guy, with a passion for cooking and a LOT of hidden firepower.
POWER: Average telekinesis powers, enough to move small objects around, and float by himself (he’s unable to make others float though.)
In contrast though, he has some heavy firepower in the form of powerful psychic fire moves, able to generate a lot of it and in rapid intervals. He has no formal or any training at all in battle, though.
Whenever he is not engaged in combat, he can become incorporeal, though it takes a lot of his concentration to do so and is easily disrupted if anyone tries to hit him repeatedly. It can also happen involuntarily if he becomes nervous.
These are all canonical abilities!
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
[ One tap, and then another on the communicator. A couple more to assure it is on an working. After confirmation of his, a dry gulp can almost be heard, which would be weird, considering that, on the other side of the video transmission is a ghost, one whose image makes itself seen on the screen of anyone watching the submission. His pale blue skin would easily make anyone mistake him for some sort of walking corpse, and surprisingly, the answer wasn’t far from that. Tilting his head, making it clear there would be a drop of sweat trickling down his face were he able to produce any, he addresses anyone who may be watching. ]
Um, hello?
[ He’s aware it’s on, but he taps on it again for good measure. He hasn’’t used the communicator much, preferring to talk to people face to face, the thought of broadcasting to a lot of people at once making him a bit anxious, but he gathers his wits and speaks out. ]
I was, um. W-wondering if-- AAAAAaah!!
[ A couple of clacking sounds follow the surprised, highly pitched screech that Whim had just let out, the video confirming that the transmitor’s current location is flat on the ground, showing a very distressed ghost on the other side of it, whose hands are on his head, his face painted with a very over the top shocked expression. If he were human, he’d have gone completely pale. Slowly bending down to pick it up anyone who’s listening with attention can hear him mumbling in a low volume and a fast pace. ]
Ohmygodwhatifitbrokewhatiftheyfindoutibrokeitohmygodthey’regoingtosendmebackothey’regoingtoKILLmeorohmygodithinkit’sbroken?Ohgodit’sdefinitelybrokenthey’regonnaDISSECTmethey’regonnacutmeopenwithsomefreakingghostx-actoknife and… and….
Oh.
[ Taking a couple of seconds to figure out the device was still operational and in fact on and broadcasting, well, if you’ve never seen a ghost practically faint, this is your chance. The only thing that keeps him from falling flat on the ground from embarrassment then and there is the fact he’d like to maintain his dignity, so before he finds some dark corner to hide in, he decides to close out his broadcast. ]
I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Please disregard this posting! Sorry for taking up your time!
[ It’s clear in his voice that he’s almost too stressed for such a short trip up, and his heart would be racing to hell and back if he had one, but he closes out the broadcast before he manages to screw this up even more. ]
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
Life in Heropa had been a heck of a turn. And a sudden one at that. Whim had always practiced what he preached to himself, a quiet life without many surprises. And yet, life comes and drops the biggest surprise possible on him. Just up and warps him somewhere else, and expects him to just adjust to it overnight. Which definitely didn’t happen. The first few days were rough, and the source of a lot of mental anxiety and thinking upon thinking, though after a while, when a sense of routine kicked in, things seemed to settle.
He sighed as his mind traced back to the events that permeated his first few days there, which were the weirdest of his already kind of odd life. He’d lived in a society filled with oddities before coming here, but this was on a somewhat different level. He’d managed to make some good friends, too! Friends which differed a lot from the people back home. Back home, everyone had their tidy, urban life, but here, a lot of people were from somewhere that was completely outrageous, and had told him stories of places that he would dismiss as silly if he’d ever imagined them in his mind.
It was such an odd gathering of completely diferent people, people who came from very distinct cultures, had a wide diversity of customs, and even spoke languages he’d never heard of, but somehow, after spending his fair share of time in there, the place and its residents had begun to warm up to him. One thing in particular that was diferent from home was how people’s supernatural powers weren’t used for dry, commercial one on one entertainment, but rather to fight crime and contribute to society in quite a flashy way. This was a first, and it wasn’t the flashiness and the names and the big explosions that set Whim’s eyes on the more proactive heroes of the city, but seeing them in action almost made him consider seeking out someone to help him control his fire abilities, so that one day he may join them in a helpful manner.
Another sigh. “I know that’ll never happen, but…” he thinks to himself, not even concluding the sentence in his own mind, knowing his own nervous tick too well to even consider extensive hero activities, but deep in there, he wished he was in full control of his powers and of himself and his almost tragic slow, anxiety ridden reactions. Maybe one day, right?
As his mind grounds itself on the real world, a clock starts beeping in the backgrund, signaling that it’s time to get up and head out to work. With a smile on his face and a good mentality facing this place that not so long ago was extremely alien and threatening to his own ideals, he went off to work, whistling some odd tune.
NAME: Dev
AGE: 20
JOURNAL: N/A
IM / EMAIL: tfwnodev @ Skype / Bibaalol@gmail.com
PLURK: Plurk.com/Devitas
RETURNING: Nope!
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: Whim
CHARACTER AGE: 24
CANON ORIGIN: Strictly Original!
CHRONOLOGY: From when his everyday life is described in the Background section.
CLASS: Hero!
HOUSING: Assigned is fine!
BACKGROUND: Whim’s place and reason of origin is somewhat of a mystery, but being a ghost that’s often normal. They can show up as a result of a collective desire of a mass of people, or from a strong link someone that departed had with the living world, but when they come to be, they’re their own person by their own right, slightly shaped by what gave them their origin. They’re not particularly rare, but don’t exist in such a concentration that they’re considered normal and an every day sight. They don’t particularly face a lot of prejudice, because of the world they live in! In a world where the supernatural is almost the norm, and a lot of people possess weird abilities from birth or acquire them from some shady sage who lives at the edge of a mountain at the end of the world, if you see a ghost, it’s probably not the weirdest thing you’ll see that day.
Whim himself was created from the lingering spirit of some young adult who accidentally burned his whole apartment down ( himself included) when he tried to boil up some water for noodles, which leads to his affinity with fire powers and also, ironically, considering that cheap, basic cup noodles were the reason for his creation, a very strong talent and passion for cooking.
Growing up was not particularly easy, but by the time Whim had some years under his belt and found himself a job cooking in the back of a bar incorporated into a fighting arena, he found a place to settle for a while. He didn’t exercise his cooking talents as much as he wanted to, as he was busy whipping up quick grub for people who were eager to eat some comfort food while watching the most popular superhumans punch and kick each other, or blow each other’s heads out. He mostly practiced it at home, using the small salary he received to further his own knowledge in the culinary arts, and since he didn’t need to feed himself, he’d often donate what he made to a local shelter. Not due to having a Heart Of Gold (™), or so he told himself, but mostly because it’s not right to have food go to waste. It's really because he's a big softie down there, though.
Ironically enough, having a first class seat to most of the wild battles out there, it never quite ignited a fire within him (no pun intended), and despite posessing some pretty strong and wild fire abilities, he never quite procured to further them, since, in addition to not being in his realm of interests, leading to not really wanting to find someone to train him, he couldn’t regulate his output, so any attempt to manifest his firepowers would result in either a large piece of property getting burned or a pretty nasty explosion. Still, he lives happily in a tiny, cheap flat, working everyday for a tiny salary, and cooking for pleasure at home when he can. Despite his name being Whim, and being a very supernatural existence himself, he lives a very routine life, without much to shake it up.
In the end, other than people having powers and supernatural phenomenon not being all that supernatural, the world in all its other aspects is almost identical to ours!
PERSONALITY: Whim is best described as a total ball of nerves. A polite ball of nerves. He’s fluent with speaking and absolutely enjoys communicating, but he often gets caught up in his own head and messes up his words a lot. Despite that, he loves social interaction, and when he can work himself up enough to make a strong connection with someone, they’ve generally gained a friend and an ally for life.. He’s usually in his own head, which makes him prone to overthinking.
Beyond his apparent nervous demeanor, he’s an averagely good person (ghost) at heart, and values the few friends he can manage to make anywhere dearly, and despite being a nervous mess, when he’s placed in a situation that’s alien to him, yet allows him enough time to get past an initial bout of freaking out and beyond an initial stage of thinking things through, he can fend for himself, since surprisingly, for as jittery as he is, he’s got a good head on his shoulders.
In essence, his nervous side comes mostly from instinct, a reaction that is instinctive and not a result of a rational processing, which, if he is given the chance to do without spooking him further if he is alarmed to begin with, he’ll often assess the situation properly. This is mostly why he never took an interest in professional (or recreational) fighting, since the amount of training and time that would take to overturn this nervous tick of his would be too big for him to dedicate himself to it. Rather, he tends to divert his free time to cooking because, as he loves to engage with people (he’s rather fascinated with people in the flesh), it gives him a way to engage with them and break any eventual ice that needs to be broken with something he knows how to do and is passionate about, rather than going through some mild pang of anxiety trying to figure out what the best thing to say to get others to open up to him is.
When he can establish a connection with someone, devoid of the insecurities that come with talking to someone for the first few times, he reveals himself as someone with a good sense of humor, abusing his power to turn incorporeal to freak out his friends out and pass his hands through them, or making his hair flare up into a purple flare with an ethereal appearance to it. He also knows a lot of knock knock jokes, and is known to crack a pun or two once in a while. They’re all terrible and tend to be somewhat cringe inducing.
His way of life is a reflection of his personality, since he prefers a well established calm life without many surprises, unwilling to move or seek greener pastures if he’s satisfied with his way of living, which ironically goes against his own name, which is Whim. In his own world, he hopes that his practice will bear fruit and he’ll be able to become a chef at some fancy restaurant, to validate his own skills, and to cook complex things regularly. In truth, he’s more than skilled enough for the position, something he doesn’t believe himself, and as such, he keeps training away in his tiny apartment, unaware that he could be doing much grander things with his life.
In short, he’s a good guy, a good, nervous guy, with a passion for cooking and a LOT of hidden firepower.
POWER: Average telekinesis powers, enough to move small objects around, and float by himself (he’s unable to make others float though.)
In contrast though, he has some heavy firepower in the form of powerful psychic fire moves, able to generate a lot of it and in rapid intervals. He has no formal or any training at all in battle, though.
Whenever he is not engaged in combat, he can become incorporeal, though it takes a lot of his concentration to do so and is easily disrupted if anyone tries to hit him repeatedly. It can also happen involuntarily if he becomes nervous.
These are all canonical abilities!
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
[ One tap, and then another on the communicator. A couple more to assure it is on an working. After confirmation of his, a dry gulp can almost be heard, which would be weird, considering that, on the other side of the video transmission is a ghost, one whose image makes itself seen on the screen of anyone watching the submission. His pale blue skin would easily make anyone mistake him for some sort of walking corpse, and surprisingly, the answer wasn’t far from that. Tilting his head, making it clear there would be a drop of sweat trickling down his face were he able to produce any, he addresses anyone who may be watching. ]
Um, hello?
[ He’s aware it’s on, but he taps on it again for good measure. He hasn’’t used the communicator much, preferring to talk to people face to face, the thought of broadcasting to a lot of people at once making him a bit anxious, but he gathers his wits and speaks out. ]
I was, um. W-wondering if-- AAAAAaah!!
[ A couple of clacking sounds follow the surprised, highly pitched screech that Whim had just let out, the video confirming that the transmitor’s current location is flat on the ground, showing a very distressed ghost on the other side of it, whose hands are on his head, his face painted with a very over the top shocked expression. If he were human, he’d have gone completely pale. Slowly bending down to pick it up anyone who’s listening with attention can hear him mumbling in a low volume and a fast pace. ]
Ohmygodwhatifitbrokewhatiftheyfindoutibrokeitohmygodthey’regoingtosendmebackothey’regoingtoKILLmeorohmygodithinkit’sbroken?Ohgodit’sdefinitelybrokenthey’regonnaDISSECTmethey’regonnacutmeopenwithsomefreakingghostx-actoknife and… and….
Oh.
[ Taking a couple of seconds to figure out the device was still operational and in fact on and broadcasting, well, if you’ve never seen a ghost practically faint, this is your chance. The only thing that keeps him from falling flat on the ground from embarrassment then and there is the fact he’d like to maintain his dignity, so before he finds some dark corner to hide in, he decides to close out his broadcast. ]
I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Please disregard this posting! Sorry for taking up your time!
[ It’s clear in his voice that he’s almost too stressed for such a short trip up, and his heart would be racing to hell and back if he had one, but he closes out the broadcast before he manages to screw this up even more. ]
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
Life in Heropa had been a heck of a turn. And a sudden one at that. Whim had always practiced what he preached to himself, a quiet life without many surprises. And yet, life comes and drops the biggest surprise possible on him. Just up and warps him somewhere else, and expects him to just adjust to it overnight. Which definitely didn’t happen. The first few days were rough, and the source of a lot of mental anxiety and thinking upon thinking, though after a while, when a sense of routine kicked in, things seemed to settle.
He sighed as his mind traced back to the events that permeated his first few days there, which were the weirdest of his already kind of odd life. He’d lived in a society filled with oddities before coming here, but this was on a somewhat different level. He’d managed to make some good friends, too! Friends which differed a lot from the people back home. Back home, everyone had their tidy, urban life, but here, a lot of people were from somewhere that was completely outrageous, and had told him stories of places that he would dismiss as silly if he’d ever imagined them in his mind.
It was such an odd gathering of completely diferent people, people who came from very distinct cultures, had a wide diversity of customs, and even spoke languages he’d never heard of, but somehow, after spending his fair share of time in there, the place and its residents had begun to warm up to him. One thing in particular that was diferent from home was how people’s supernatural powers weren’t used for dry, commercial one on one entertainment, but rather to fight crime and contribute to society in quite a flashy way. This was a first, and it wasn’t the flashiness and the names and the big explosions that set Whim’s eyes on the more proactive heroes of the city, but seeing them in action almost made him consider seeking out someone to help him control his fire abilities, so that one day he may join them in a helpful manner.
Another sigh. “I know that’ll never happen, but…” he thinks to himself, not even concluding the sentence in his own mind, knowing his own nervous tick too well to even consider extensive hero activities, but deep in there, he wished he was in full control of his powers and of himself and his almost tragic slow, anxiety ridden reactions. Maybe one day, right?
As his mind grounds itself on the real world, a clock starts beeping in the backgrund, signaling that it’s time to get up and head out to work. With a smile on his face and a good mentality facing this place that not so long ago was extremely alien and threatening to his own ideals, he went off to work, whistling some odd tune.
