App for The Wake
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Name: Dragon
Age: I've reached the apex of "The Hill" \o/
Personal DW:dragondancer5150
Email / AIM / MSN: dragondancer5150@yahoo.com (email and AIM), OldMaidDragon (Plurk), or just PM this journal
Current Character(s): N/A
Character Information
Character Name: Drill Boy
Fandom: Brave Police J-Decker
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brave_Police_J-Decker
http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=1958
Character History: Dragon knows the meaning of brevity but apparently is unable to exercise it, oops. The history section alone is long enough that it's TOO long to upload together with the rest of the app in a single post. Therefore, it can be found here.
Character Personality: Drill Boy loves soccer. No seriously, he's a total soccer fanatic. He's also impulsive, immature, a prankster, has no brain-to-mouth filter, hyperactive, has a short attention span, excitable – if anyone's going to freak about something, it's him. Of all the Brave Police, he has the most "growing up" still to do. He had to learn consideration, and it's something he still kind of fails at sometimes, especially when he's stressed or frustrated. Then he tends to run his mouth…and that's where the lack of filter can get really obvious, oops.
He has a tendency to tease. He's not mean-spirited about it, just....tease. He likes to get a rise out of people, just to get a reaction. Especially with someone he doesn't like.
He doesn't sit still very well at all (unless he's actively focused on a case and NEEDS to). He gets bored easily. A bored Drill Boy is a restless Drill Boy, and a restless Drill Boy can be a rapidly-annoying Drill Boy for anyone with a lack of patience for childish antics. Usually, he just starts kicking around his soccer ball, but he'll find anything and everything to bounce it off of.
When push comes to shove, though, he's a great one to have on your side. Like all of the Brave Police, when he fights, he throws himself in and fights with everything he has, and he won't back down no matter how desperate the odds or how certain death is looking. You know shit's gotten real when Drill Boy, of all people, settles and gets dead serious about something. He's nothing if not passionate, and he's not one to hold back showing it. There's rarely any guessing what's on his mind. Even if he does try to hide it, trying to cover for something (like when he tried to lie to Deckard about finding Fay) . . . he's awkward and really bad at it. You might not know what's up, but you'll know something is. Still, for all that he's been through already in his young life – he's been in service for less than three months – he doesn't let things keep him down for long.
And did I mention he's a bit of a soccer aficionado? JUUUUUUUUST a bit… XD
Powers: Like all of the Brave Police, Drill Boy is built for combat, so he can take a decent amount of punishment, being built with at least tank-grade armor. He's probably the most agile of his teammates, either owing to or leading to his soccer interest (chicken/egg question there). He has two alt-modes, that of a drilling vehicle on treads and a jet of sorts (the driller form can fold out wings and pop up a stabilizing tailfin). He carries a handgun, with which his accuracy on the firing range is 98.55%, but his primary weapon of choice is his soccer ball. Embedded in his chest, he carries a giant-robot-sized soccer ball which is pliant enough to be bounced and played with like a regular ball but tough enough to pound an opponent like a cannonball. The black sections can pop out thick spikes, which add even more damage, especially when Drill Boy gets a good spin going on it as he launches it at an opponent. His kicking accuracy would make any champion soccer player envious. When the actual ball is removed from Drill Boy's chest, a soccer-ball façade inflates behind it to fill the hole.
Samples
First person:
Man, this place is so boring. You don't have a sports park. You don't even have proper television! La~ame! How am I supposed to watch the World Cup now? It's the semi-finals. Uruguay's playing the Netherlands next.
So seriously, what do you guys do around here for fun?
Oh, I know! There's that big field outside the South Gate, right? Plenty of room for a soccer game! C'mon, who wants to learn how to play? [an impish grin] I'll even let the other side win!
Sometimes.
Third Person:
Drill Boy looked around the silent maintenance bay. Well . . . mostly silent – nothing was ever truly silent in here, not with the various machinery that ran 24/7, even if it was all on passive scan and standby now. Power Joe and Gunmax were out on night patrols, Deckard was home with Boss, and McCrane, Dumpson, and Shadowmaru stood in their docking cradles, optics dark. The consoles at each of his teammates' feet monitored their sleep cycles.
Reaching behind his waist and over his shoulders, he carefully disconnected the cables and stabilizing clamps of his own docking cradle. That accomplished, he stepped slowly off the low platform at the base of his cradle, mindful not to set a big, armored-metal foot down in a way that would make noise on the bare, cement floor. Crossing the bay, he reached the back wall, got down on hands and knees, and carefully opened one of the human-sized doors set into the wall.
Ita, the head of his maintenance team, had said that he had picked up the large tub of pudding Drill Boy had asked him to get and had left it in the fridge in the break room. Ita thought Drill Boy just wanted to try some, even though he didn't have the same "taste" sensors and analyzers that Deckard and Shadowmaru had been built with. Drill Boy let him think that. He didn't intend to try eating it himself, which meant no internal mess for the engineers to have to clean out later, so it wasn't really any of Ita's business anyway.
Peering into the break room now, Drill Boy thought that he could probably get his arm in far enough to reach the fridge. He pushed the table out of place and knocked over a chair trying, but finally he managed to get the door of the fridge open and the tub of pudding in hand . . . though not before knocking it to the floor trying to work it to the edge of the shelf with his fingertips. Thankfully, it didn't break open and make a mess. Or, of course – Drill Boy glanced over his shoulder at his teammates – make enough noise to wake the others. Wow, that would have been kind of awkward to explain – him on his knees with his butt in the air, bent over with his arm buried almost to the shoulder in their guys' break room? Nope, not fun.
No one moved, no machinery sounds changed, no optics lit up and looked at him, and Drill Boy vented a sigh of relief, cradling the pudding tub to his chest. Then he remembered the little compartment in his abdomen and slipped the tub in there.
He'd made Fay a promise. He'd told her that he'd bring her a pudding so big next time that she couldn't eat it all. Actually, that was good because now she had all those new friends. At least, he hoped she did.
He hoped he could find her. Or that she'd show herself to him.
Well, wouldn't know until he tried!
Name: Dragon
Age: I've reached the apex of "The Hill" \o/
Personal DW:
dragondancer5150Email / AIM / MSN: dragondancer5150@yahoo.com (email and AIM), OldMaidDragon (Plurk), or just PM this journal
Current Character(s): N/A
Character Information
Character Name: Drill Boy
Fandom: Brave Police J-Decker
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brave_Police_J-Decker
http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=1958
Character History: Dragon knows the meaning of brevity but apparently is unable to exercise it, oops. The history section alone is long enough that it's TOO long to upload together with the rest of the app in a single post. Therefore, it can be found here.
Character Personality: Drill Boy loves soccer. No seriously, he's a total soccer fanatic. He's also impulsive, immature, a prankster, has no brain-to-mouth filter, hyperactive, has a short attention span, excitable – if anyone's going to freak about something, it's him. Of all the Brave Police, he has the most "growing up" still to do. He had to learn consideration, and it's something he still kind of fails at sometimes, especially when he's stressed or frustrated. Then he tends to run his mouth…and that's where the lack of filter can get really obvious, oops.
He has a tendency to tease. He's not mean-spirited about it, just....tease. He likes to get a rise out of people, just to get a reaction. Especially with someone he doesn't like.
He doesn't sit still very well at all (unless he's actively focused on a case and NEEDS to). He gets bored easily. A bored Drill Boy is a restless Drill Boy, and a restless Drill Boy can be a rapidly-annoying Drill Boy for anyone with a lack of patience for childish antics. Usually, he just starts kicking around his soccer ball, but he'll find anything and everything to bounce it off of.
When push comes to shove, though, he's a great one to have on your side. Like all of the Brave Police, when he fights, he throws himself in and fights with everything he has, and he won't back down no matter how desperate the odds or how certain death is looking. You know shit's gotten real when Drill Boy, of all people, settles and gets dead serious about something. He's nothing if not passionate, and he's not one to hold back showing it. There's rarely any guessing what's on his mind. Even if he does try to hide it, trying to cover for something (like when he tried to lie to Deckard about finding Fay) . . . he's awkward and really bad at it. You might not know what's up, but you'll know something is. Still, for all that he's been through already in his young life – he's been in service for less than three months – he doesn't let things keep him down for long.
And did I mention he's a bit of a soccer aficionado? JUUUUUUUUST a bit… XD
Powers: Like all of the Brave Police, Drill Boy is built for combat, so he can take a decent amount of punishment, being built with at least tank-grade armor. He's probably the most agile of his teammates, either owing to or leading to his soccer interest (chicken/egg question there). He has two alt-modes, that of a drilling vehicle on treads and a jet of sorts (the driller form can fold out wings and pop up a stabilizing tailfin). He carries a handgun, with which his accuracy on the firing range is 98.55%, but his primary weapon of choice is his soccer ball. Embedded in his chest, he carries a giant-robot-sized soccer ball which is pliant enough to be bounced and played with like a regular ball but tough enough to pound an opponent like a cannonball. The black sections can pop out thick spikes, which add even more damage, especially when Drill Boy gets a good spin going on it as he launches it at an opponent. His kicking accuracy would make any champion soccer player envious. When the actual ball is removed from Drill Boy's chest, a soccer-ball façade inflates behind it to fill the hole.
Samples
First person:
Man, this place is so boring. You don't have a sports park. You don't even have proper television! La~ame! How am I supposed to watch the World Cup now? It's the semi-finals. Uruguay's playing the Netherlands next.
So seriously, what do you guys do around here for fun?
Oh, I know! There's that big field outside the South Gate, right? Plenty of room for a soccer game! C'mon, who wants to learn how to play? [an impish grin] I'll even let the other side win!
Sometimes.
Third Person:
Drill Boy looked around the silent maintenance bay. Well . . . mostly silent – nothing was ever truly silent in here, not with the various machinery that ran 24/7, even if it was all on passive scan and standby now. Power Joe and Gunmax were out on night patrols, Deckard was home with Boss, and McCrane, Dumpson, and Shadowmaru stood in their docking cradles, optics dark. The consoles at each of his teammates' feet monitored their sleep cycles.
Reaching behind his waist and over his shoulders, he carefully disconnected the cables and stabilizing clamps of his own docking cradle. That accomplished, he stepped slowly off the low platform at the base of his cradle, mindful not to set a big, armored-metal foot down in a way that would make noise on the bare, cement floor. Crossing the bay, he reached the back wall, got down on hands and knees, and carefully opened one of the human-sized doors set into the wall.
Ita, the head of his maintenance team, had said that he had picked up the large tub of pudding Drill Boy had asked him to get and had left it in the fridge in the break room. Ita thought Drill Boy just wanted to try some, even though he didn't have the same "taste" sensors and analyzers that Deckard and Shadowmaru had been built with. Drill Boy let him think that. He didn't intend to try eating it himself, which meant no internal mess for the engineers to have to clean out later, so it wasn't really any of Ita's business anyway.
Peering into the break room now, Drill Boy thought that he could probably get his arm in far enough to reach the fridge. He pushed the table out of place and knocked over a chair trying, but finally he managed to get the door of the fridge open and the tub of pudding in hand . . . though not before knocking it to the floor trying to work it to the edge of the shelf with his fingertips. Thankfully, it didn't break open and make a mess. Or, of course – Drill Boy glanced over his shoulder at his teammates – make enough noise to wake the others. Wow, that would have been kind of awkward to explain – him on his knees with his butt in the air, bent over with his arm buried almost to the shoulder in their guys' break room? Nope, not fun.
No one moved, no machinery sounds changed, no optics lit up and looked at him, and Drill Boy vented a sigh of relief, cradling the pudding tub to his chest. Then he remembered the little compartment in his abdomen and slipped the tub in there.
He'd made Fay a promise. He'd told her that he'd bring her a pudding so big next time that she couldn't eat it all. Actually, that was good because now she had all those new friends. At least, he hoped she did.
He hoped he could find her. Or that she'd show herself to him.
Well, wouldn't know until he tried!