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integration) wrote2014-08-06 08:42 pm
integration) wrote2014-08-06 08:42 pm
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( PLAYER INFO )
Player Name: Flurry
Age: 22
Email/Plurk/Primary means of communication: idk you know
Other characters played at Greyfields: Fun Ghoul
( CHARACTER INFO )
Name: The Transistor/Boxer/Blue/Breach/B (I'm gonna refer to him as Boxer or B)
Canon: Transistor
Canon Point: Right before the end of the game.
Age: 30
Appearance:
As a sword, he looks a little like this. As a human, he's around 6'2 in height, whatever is typical weight-wise for that height. He's got brown-black hair that's curly and just a little coarse - it does pretty much whatever it wants to. He's also got a bit of grey in his hair - this is probably because dying is stressful! In addition to that, he's got green eyes and a square sort of jaw, thick eyebrows, dark brown skin, and a hell of a lot of scars. He looks like his human PB, really.
He also likes to keep his arms and wrists wrapped, like a boxer's. Habit, mostly.
Powers/Abilities/Physical Limitations:
» In the Transistor, technically he's not in control of the sword. Whoever picks it up is in complete control of the thing. The most that he controls is the glow of the sword, which flickers when he speaks, which isn't even a conscious thing, really. He can also talk to Traces, which are like the souls of people who have physically died, and he can invite them into the Transistor to stay with him, though they don't seem to be able to have as much of a presence as Boxer does.
» To make it even worse: he's just a talking sword, and anybody can pick him up and use him however they'd like. He can't be heard by anybody who isn't touching the Transistor itself, and to those who don't know him, his voice is quiet and hard to hear. In addition, when a Process that's larger than a building comes around, he... basically gets drunk. His connection with the holder of the sword gets fuzzy, and he gets woozy and disoriented. Get him far away enough, and he's fine.
» As for being human, Boxer's in shape. He's a boxer, as his name implies, so he's huge, quick, and hard-hitting. He can lift a hell of a lot, and can fight pretty well, defensively and offensively. He doesn't have any super powers, though, and he's just like any other human. Dies like any other human.
» He's not a very good singer, but he can cook! Pretty damn well, in fact.
Inventory:
» Nothing. He's a sword, he doesn't have pockets.
History: spoilers!
Personality:
Boxer seems to be a mostly private person, as evidenced by his files. He's well past the age that most of the citizens in Cloudbank choose their Selections, and yet, he hasn't picked one. According to OVC, less than 5% of the population hasn't picked some sort of Selection. For this reason, there aren't files on him like there are for everybody else in the city, for reasons cited as he's "still figuring things out". He doesn't want to be part of the system database, and doesn't seem to mind breaking the mold or expectations to do so. Rules are rules, sure, but when they need to be broken, he's okay with them being broken. Especially if it's to help someone else.
Typically, Boxer is the kind to be in the background. He's the bodyguard, tall, dark and quiet, watching the room for threats. He's easy-going enough when approached, good-natured, has a sense of humor, but anybody who wrongs him or someone he cares about gets a much more aggressive side. Mostly, his aggressive is like a bouncer crowding someone into a wall. Boxer won't really hurt them unless he has to, and even then, he does it as painlessly as possible. And verbally, well. He won't curse you out. He's a gentleman. But he might call you a creep, or a jerk.
Because he's used to being in the background, he's very much accustomed to listening to everybody around him talk. When there's nobody to talk, when there's silence, he feels the need to fill it. He'll chatter aimlessly, almost nervously, like he doesn't want there to be silence at all, and while it can strike up conversations again, sometimes it just ends up being awkward. He doesn't seem to mind, though. He's just trying to be friendly!
Mostly, he just likes to see people taken care of. He's kind to the newly departed in game, asking them if they're okay and letting them come along in the Transistor. He's constantly looking out for Red, whether it's warning her about attacks coming her way or bringing her tea when she's in the middle of writing. Soft-spoken, gentle and sweet, Boxer is a people pleaser, to the point of throwing himself in front of a bullet for the people he cares about.
Samples:
» ONE - dialogue right here.
» TWO - prose
» THREE - action
Player Name: Flurry
Age: 22
Email/Plurk/Primary means of communication: idk you know
Other characters played at Greyfields: Fun Ghoul
( CHARACTER INFO )
Name: The Transistor/Boxer/Blue/Breach/B (I'm gonna refer to him as Boxer or B)
Canon: Transistor
Canon Point: Right before the end of the game.
Age: 30
Appearance:
As a sword, he looks a little like this. As a human, he's around 6'2 in height, whatever is typical weight-wise for that height. He's got brown-black hair that's curly and just a little coarse - it does pretty much whatever it wants to. He's also got a bit of grey in his hair - this is probably because dying is stressful! In addition to that, he's got green eyes and a square sort of jaw, thick eyebrows, dark brown skin, and a hell of a lot of scars. He looks like his human PB, really.
He also likes to keep his arms and wrists wrapped, like a boxer's. Habit, mostly.
Powers/Abilities/Physical Limitations:
» In the Transistor, technically he's not in control of the sword. Whoever picks it up is in complete control of the thing. The most that he controls is the glow of the sword, which flickers when he speaks, which isn't even a conscious thing, really. He can also talk to Traces, which are like the souls of people who have physically died, and he can invite them into the Transistor to stay with him, though they don't seem to be able to have as much of a presence as Boxer does.
» To make it even worse: he's just a talking sword, and anybody can pick him up and use him however they'd like. He can't be heard by anybody who isn't touching the Transistor itself, and to those who don't know him, his voice is quiet and hard to hear. In addition, when a Process that's larger than a building comes around, he... basically gets drunk. His connection with the holder of the sword gets fuzzy, and he gets woozy and disoriented. Get him far away enough, and he's fine.
» As for being human, Boxer's in shape. He's a boxer, as his name implies, so he's huge, quick, and hard-hitting. He can lift a hell of a lot, and can fight pretty well, defensively and offensively. He doesn't have any super powers, though, and he's just like any other human. Dies like any other human.
» He's not a very good singer, but he can cook! Pretty damn well, in fact.
Inventory:
» Nothing. He's a sword, he doesn't have pockets.
History: spoilers!
Personality:
Boxer seems to be a mostly private person, as evidenced by his files. He's well past the age that most of the citizens in Cloudbank choose their Selections, and yet, he hasn't picked one. According to OVC, less than 5% of the population hasn't picked some sort of Selection. For this reason, there aren't files on him like there are for everybody else in the city, for reasons cited as he's "still figuring things out". He doesn't want to be part of the system database, and doesn't seem to mind breaking the mold or expectations to do so. Rules are rules, sure, but when they need to be broken, he's okay with them being broken. Especially if it's to help someone else.
Typically, Boxer is the kind to be in the background. He's the bodyguard, tall, dark and quiet, watching the room for threats. He's easy-going enough when approached, good-natured, has a sense of humor, but anybody who wrongs him or someone he cares about gets a much more aggressive side. Mostly, his aggressive is like a bouncer crowding someone into a wall. Boxer won't really hurt them unless he has to, and even then, he does it as painlessly as possible. And verbally, well. He won't curse you out. He's a gentleman. But he might call you a creep, or a jerk.
Because he's used to being in the background, he's very much accustomed to listening to everybody around him talk. When there's nobody to talk, when there's silence, he feels the need to fill it. He'll chatter aimlessly, almost nervously, like he doesn't want there to be silence at all, and while it can strike up conversations again, sometimes it just ends up being awkward. He doesn't seem to mind, though. He's just trying to be friendly!
Mostly, he just likes to see people taken care of. He's kind to the newly departed in game, asking them if they're okay and letting them come along in the Transistor. He's constantly looking out for Red, whether it's warning her about attacks coming her way or bringing her tea when she's in the middle of writing. Soft-spoken, gentle and sweet, Boxer is a people pleaser, to the point of throwing himself in front of a bullet for the people he cares about.
Samples:
» ONE - dialogue right here.
» TWO - prose
He wasn't ever hungry, in the Transistor. It was easy to forget the feeling, honestly. That's why the shortage hits him a little harder than the rest of the mall, but he does his very best to ignore and hide the fact. Boxer insists on Red taking his portions, telling her he's not hungry, he's been a sword for months, his stomach has shrunk! It's true! It's true. He's fine, go ahead, please eat. Have to keep your strength up, R.
The note on his pillow makes him frown, though. Deeply. His stomach tightens and growls low at the thought of just a little extra food, and he thinks - he thinks what if, what if he took these people up on their offer? Not even for himself, but for Red. She's very, very important, she needs it.
It doesn't take long for him to shake his head, with a little laugh to himself, crumpling the note. No, no. It's the hunger talking. The management is trash - they can't be trusted any more than the Camerata. Stupid thought, stupid. He'll be fine, and so will Red. Just has to ride this out.
» THREE - action
[ It's dark, and he's lost Red. The lights went out, and her grip on the Transistor vanished, and Boxer is very, very alone.
Well. The Traces, they're still here. But Boxer can't hear them as well as he can hear her. And now he's alone, laid out on the tile, frantic. ]
Red! Red - where are you, where - where is - Red, where did you go? I'll - I have to - you're close, right? Can you hear me? What happened? Red - Red! Anybody? Hello!
[ And then there's a cry of help. A shriek, and he swears, if only he could move. He can't move. He can't. It could be Red, it could be anybody, but there's nothing he can do to help. He's helpless.
All he can do is wait. ]