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paidinbeerOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Al
Other characters: Sandy Marko and Harley Quinn
IN CHARACTER
Name: Charles "Orc" Merriman
Fandom: Gone: By Michael Grant
Canon point/AU: After Howard's death in fear.
Journal:paidinbeer
PB: The Thing, hero from the Fantastic Four
History: http://gone.wikia.com/wiki/Orc
Presentation:
Tall and intimidating, even when Orc is quiet and calm he has a sort of rough looking anger to his eyes. He doesn't speak much because of being show too often that he is just not smart enough for long conversations.
When he does speak It's in simple terms, not wanting to embarrass himself further. His voice is gravely and deep thanks to the mutation and early onset puberty. He tends to speak like he moves. Slowly, focusing as much as he can...which isn't alot. His movements are clumsy and heavy. Every footstep can be heard and every motion felt due to his immense size.
And even still he doesn't stand as tall as he really is. He slumps and drags himself around like the weight of being himself is more then he can bare. He hasn't smiled in who knows how long and the near permanent grimace on his face only adds to his intimidating features.
When he's angry...he comes alive. He's a monster in his rage, thrashing and moving in sharp sudden bursts, with uncontrolled force in each action. His brow crinkles and furrows, his craggy cracked lips sneer and he shows how very hard it is for him to hold back anything.
Motivations:
Orc is depressed, incredibly so and much of his motivation to die is based around his guilt and depression. He feels like a monster, he knows he's a murderer and he can't see any way life is going to improve. His parents may not have been great but they did impose upon him a strong fear of god and only in the face of terror, death and unexplainable circumstance was he ready to believe in a higher power. And he now believes that higher power hates him and is punishing him for the lives he took.
Before the depression, Orc was a simple boy. He wanted to feel like he had control over his life. Over people smarter then him. He was strong but not smart and when he was in class unable to follow the directions that other students found so easy, even unable to keep up with their reading, shame and resentment kept him from asking for help. And anger and jealousy sent him down a path of bullying others. Smaller weaker kids, especially the ones that were so proud of how smart they were.
When Orc is angry, he finds it impossible to focus on anything else. He feels a deep rage and needs to make others hurt, to get people away from him and to make whatever is making him angry stop, or go away. His judgement is thrown out the window in favor of listening to pure primal instinct. Sometimes that saves lives...but at least once it has killed someone. And every life he's taken drags him back into his self loathing, suicidal depression.
SAMPLES
Thread:
http://trans-9.dreamwidth.org/916584.html
Prose:
It takes Orc a few minutes to realize what is expected of him.
To be honest the room helps, it looks alot like a school gym, full of equipment and gear. Except some of the gear happens to be swords and knives...and paint? Why is there cans of paint in that corner?
It doesn't help that he feels hung over. He knows he's not, he hasn't had a drink in...well he can't remember. But then again he can't remember how he got here either so maybe he has been drinking again. His mouth tastes dry and rotten enough for it.
So much for new beginnings.
In all this musing Orc had almost forgotten people were watching him and his beady eyes squinted to try and get a better look at them. It was easy enough because many of them were eagerly watching him. Starring. Orc knew why. It was exactly what he'd always feared. There were adults around now and they saw him for what he was. They could probably tell too.
He was a monster and a murderer.
The stares bore into him like drills and even when he turned his back on them he could feel them eating away through his thick stone skin. That made him feel heated and frustrated.
"I didn't ask for this." He muttered stomping towards the table full of blades. He took one in his hands and bent it as easily as if it were made of plastic before throwing it aside. "You think I like what I did?" He growled and picked up a smaller knife trying to crunch it in one hand. He jerked sharply and dropped the knife looking shocked at it. Dark mud colored blood stained the blade and dripped from his hand.
He was shocked...nothing had been able to pierce his stone skin since it happened. How had something so small...
Unable to comprehend how he had driven the blade into his own palm Orc roared in frustration and slammed a fist on the table shattering it. He then swung one of his powerful pulverizing arms for the next table that had been displaying various types of blunt weapons. They too were scattered to the air.
Then he saw them. The weight that were meant to show feats of strength. Stomping over so hard he shook the surrounding tables as he made his way to the weights. The weapons trembled under each step and a bostaff crunched under foot like a bone shattering as all his weight easily ruined the weapon.
Picking up a hand full of metal weight discs her through them into the air as easily as if they were made of plastic. They crashed into walls and buried themselves in various skill stations sending the attendants scurrying for cover.
More weights, flinging the bar like a javelin across the room. Punching the ground hard enough to leave a fist print. At the same time a loud crack was heard and he howled as he had hurt himself again with the childish action.
By the time he ran out of steam there was no table left standing. The weights and medicine balls had been thrown around the room and a fake tree used for climbing was on it's side.
Orc fell on his rump gasping for breath, and as the red faded from his vision he saw that the display hadn't scared anyone away from the viewing area...but more had gathered to watch.
And so he hung his head in shame, and he let out some bitter tears.
God had punished him for murdering those kids.
And now it was time for man to do the same.
What is your character scored: 10
Orc has a thick stone coating over his normal human body which protects him from much. He still needs to eat, and perform other functions humans perform. He is stronger then a normal human, much stronger. But also slower and heavier. combine the physical limitations of being a rock monster (Like being unable to swim) with his depression, alcoholism and low intelligence and the other tributes still stand a chance.
Additional information: A/U
Name: Al
Other characters: Sandy Marko and Harley Quinn
IN CHARACTER
Name: Charles "Orc" Merriman
Fandom: Gone: By Michael Grant
Canon point/AU: After Howard's death in fear.
Journal:
paidinbeerPB: The Thing, hero from the Fantastic Four
History: http://gone.wikia.com/wiki/Orc
Presentation:
Tall and intimidating, even when Orc is quiet and calm he has a sort of rough looking anger to his eyes. He doesn't speak much because of being show too often that he is just not smart enough for long conversations.
When he does speak It's in simple terms, not wanting to embarrass himself further. His voice is gravely and deep thanks to the mutation and early onset puberty. He tends to speak like he moves. Slowly, focusing as much as he can...which isn't alot. His movements are clumsy and heavy. Every footstep can be heard and every motion felt due to his immense size.
And even still he doesn't stand as tall as he really is. He slumps and drags himself around like the weight of being himself is more then he can bare. He hasn't smiled in who knows how long and the near permanent grimace on his face only adds to his intimidating features.
When he's angry...he comes alive. He's a monster in his rage, thrashing and moving in sharp sudden bursts, with uncontrolled force in each action. His brow crinkles and furrows, his craggy cracked lips sneer and he shows how very hard it is for him to hold back anything.
Motivations:
Orc is depressed, incredibly so and much of his motivation to die is based around his guilt and depression. He feels like a monster, he knows he's a murderer and he can't see any way life is going to improve. His parents may not have been great but they did impose upon him a strong fear of god and only in the face of terror, death and unexplainable circumstance was he ready to believe in a higher power. And he now believes that higher power hates him and is punishing him for the lives he took.
Before the depression, Orc was a simple boy. He wanted to feel like he had control over his life. Over people smarter then him. He was strong but not smart and when he was in class unable to follow the directions that other students found so easy, even unable to keep up with their reading, shame and resentment kept him from asking for help. And anger and jealousy sent him down a path of bullying others. Smaller weaker kids, especially the ones that were so proud of how smart they were.
When Orc is angry, he finds it impossible to focus on anything else. He feels a deep rage and needs to make others hurt, to get people away from him and to make whatever is making him angry stop, or go away. His judgement is thrown out the window in favor of listening to pure primal instinct. Sometimes that saves lives...but at least once it has killed someone. And every life he's taken drags him back into his self loathing, suicidal depression.
SAMPLES
Thread:
http://trans-9.dreamwidth.org/916584.html
Prose:
It takes Orc a few minutes to realize what is expected of him.
To be honest the room helps, it looks alot like a school gym, full of equipment and gear. Except some of the gear happens to be swords and knives...and paint? Why is there cans of paint in that corner?
It doesn't help that he feels hung over. He knows he's not, he hasn't had a drink in...well he can't remember. But then again he can't remember how he got here either so maybe he has been drinking again. His mouth tastes dry and rotten enough for it.
So much for new beginnings.
In all this musing Orc had almost forgotten people were watching him and his beady eyes squinted to try and get a better look at them. It was easy enough because many of them were eagerly watching him. Starring. Orc knew why. It was exactly what he'd always feared. There were adults around now and they saw him for what he was. They could probably tell too.
He was a monster and a murderer.
The stares bore into him like drills and even when he turned his back on them he could feel them eating away through his thick stone skin. That made him feel heated and frustrated.
"I didn't ask for this." He muttered stomping towards the table full of blades. He took one in his hands and bent it as easily as if it were made of plastic before throwing it aside. "You think I like what I did?" He growled and picked up a smaller knife trying to crunch it in one hand. He jerked sharply and dropped the knife looking shocked at it. Dark mud colored blood stained the blade and dripped from his hand.
He was shocked...nothing had been able to pierce his stone skin since it happened. How had something so small...
Unable to comprehend how he had driven the blade into his own palm Orc roared in frustration and slammed a fist on the table shattering it. He then swung one of his powerful pulverizing arms for the next table that had been displaying various types of blunt weapons. They too were scattered to the air.
Then he saw them. The weight that were meant to show feats of strength. Stomping over so hard he shook the surrounding tables as he made his way to the weights. The weapons trembled under each step and a bostaff crunched under foot like a bone shattering as all his weight easily ruined the weapon.
Picking up a hand full of metal weight discs her through them into the air as easily as if they were made of plastic. They crashed into walls and buried themselves in various skill stations sending the attendants scurrying for cover.
More weights, flinging the bar like a javelin across the room. Punching the ground hard enough to leave a fist print. At the same time a loud crack was heard and he howled as he had hurt himself again with the childish action.
By the time he ran out of steam there was no table left standing. The weights and medicine balls had been thrown around the room and a fake tree used for climbing was on it's side.
Orc fell on his rump gasping for breath, and as the red faded from his vision he saw that the display hadn't scared anyone away from the viewing area...but more had gathered to watch.
And so he hung his head in shame, and he let out some bitter tears.
God had punished him for murdering those kids.
And now it was time for man to do the same.
What is your character scored: 10
Orc has a thick stone coating over his normal human body which protects him from much. He still needs to eat, and perform other functions humans perform. He is stronger then a normal human, much stronger. But also slower and heavier. combine the physical limitations of being a rock monster (Like being unable to swim) with his depression, alcoholism and low intelligence and the other tributes still stand a chance.
Additional information: A/U
