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Post by Erika on Nov 16, 2007 18:30:15 GMT -5
Have you ever known That Guy? The guy that, with little to no provocation will rattle on about his newest brainchild. This is commonly in relation to roleplaying characters, but could be from fanfic or original fiction as well. That Guy will not leave you alone.
So along comes a day when you think to yourself "hey, I have a pretty cool idea for a character! I'd really like to tell someone about it." But you don't want to be That Guy! So what do you do?
You come to this thread, and you tell all of us about your character! Only two rules: don't be rediculously long, and only one character per post.
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Post by MalkavianMarine on Nov 17, 2007 1:38:57 GMT -5
Hell yeah ! I can brag about my brainchild and not be thought of as a D-Bag now . . . lol
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Post by Amazing Mr. K on Dec 5, 2007 22:54:48 GMT -5
why hasn't any one done this yet?
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Post by Amazing Mr. K on Mar 4, 2008 18:05:20 GMT -5
I might get sued if I use her, but I came up with a character called the High-Flying Squirrel Girl, with the basis for the character being my young niece (sort of like a present from me). More to come about her as I have every little thought up.
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Post by Erika on Mar 4, 2008 23:05:43 GMT -5
Why would you be sued for using her?
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Post by MalkavianMarine on Mar 5, 2008 0:40:30 GMT -5
maybe the mental picture in his head closely resembles something already in existence which gave him inspiration of . . . oh i dont know, I'm a Poli Sci major, not psychology
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Post by Amazing Mr. K on Mar 5, 2008 23:02:47 GMT -5
Marvel has their own character named Squirrel Girl, and she has quite the cult following.
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Post by davidj on Mar 6, 2008 21:07:23 GMT -5
Poet is a tall androgynous man with long blonde hair who can see and communicate with "ghosts". His invisible friend, a dead girl he calls "Sonnet" is also insubstantial and can move up to a couple of hundred pounds and link people's minds. Poet gets a lot more powerful versus murderers since they have angry ghosts following them who can add to Sonnet's powers.
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Post by MalkavianMarine on Apr 22, 2008 8:25:27 GMT -5
Soon to be posted about this afternoon while im bored in class . . . a brainchild about a zombie webcomic reminicisnt (spelling ?) of World War Z
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Post by MalkavianMarine on Apr 22, 2008 10:14:58 GMT -5
Soon to be posted about this afternoon while im bored in class . . . a brainchild about a zombie webcomic reminicisnt (spelling ?) of World War Z Name: Nicholas Teich Weight: 180 lbs Age: 24 Height: 5’’9’’ Sex: Male Hair: Short Black Description: Desert Tan Work Boots Worn Blue Jeans Leather Chaps over the Jeans Olive Drab Green T-shirt Tan Flack jacket with various tactical accessories attached Extra Magazine Pouches for M-4 Rifle Extra Mag Pouches for .40 caliber pistol Green and Black Gutra worn Bandana style Extra Mag Pouches worn on left leg Weapons: Walther P99 Pistol worn on right leg M-4 Carbine Rifle Machete Attached to back of flack jacket History and Personality: Former Marine Feels obligated to survive and find survivors in the wastelands of Houston and the surrounding areas |
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Post by MalkavianMarine on Jul 14, 2008 13:44:08 GMT -5
I wrote this the other day because I finally found an artist that lives in houston that is willing to work with me on one of my ideas
First Scene: Paul’s Weight Room
The conversation and action take place in a moderately sized studio apartment. One side of the apartment has large wall length mirrors on it and the opposing side has a floor to wall window. Simple weight lifting equipment marks the studio. Bench Press – Squat – Incline Sit-up – Pull-up Bar – Punching Bag – Speed Bag. Simple. On the other side is a small kitchen area. While looking professional, this is defiantly a bachelors gym. Furniture placed on the side with the kitchen resembles that of a “player”.
We encounter two gentlemen in their mid to high twenties. One on the bench press and the other spotting him, the one spotting is the larger of the two.
He is wearing black sweat pants with a red stripe going down the seam. On top he is wearing an “Under Armor” type of shirt with the same colors, a black base and a red stripe following the shoulders seam down to the end of the sleeve and down the side of his torso. His body size resembles that of a body-builder. He has large powerful legs, small waistline, definitive V-taper with broad shoulders, with a sizeable chest and arms.
The other, while smaller in muscular size is still athletic in nature. Having all the mentioned traits of the larger man, just not nearly as massive as the other one. He can wear whatever you want him to wear.
Paul: Come on you lady parts! Get that weight in the air!
Teich: (Insert grunts and screams of exertion)
Teich seems to be struggling to push the weight up and down. Each one seeming to be harder than the last, it finally gets to the point to where Paul has to start helping him.
Paul: Your going to make me f***ing spot you? Your on your last set and you can’t dig, grab some manhood, and do it yourself ?
Teich: (Insert more grunts) f*** you (Grunt more)
Suddenly the weight drops but is caught mere centimeters away from falling on Teichs’ chest. Paul picks it up almost effortlessly and places it back on the rack. Teich drops his arms in exasperation and Paul walks over to a small lamp table a few feet away from the bench press and picks up a notebook and begins to write inside of it.
Paul: Twelve, with a total of sixty two reps at 250 lbs. That is seven better than your last chest session.
Teich: Yeah, awesome. ( Said in a sarcastic manner )
Paul: No really, that is good. Genetically, you got the horse’s ass award. Nothing like me ( He flexes ) , but you make up for your lack of genes with hard work. No other client of mine works as hard as you do for such an abstract goal.
Paul and Teich are interrupted by the buzzing of the doorbell on the ground floor of the building.
Paul: Your still a lady parts though.
He walks over to the entry door and pushes the “push to talk” button.
Teich Inner Voice: That is Paul, my personal trainer. He may seem like an a**hole, because, well, he is. Coincidentally, I pay him to channel his inner d***ness into my personal fitness for two hours a day, five days a week. If I’m not working.
During the monologue Teich gets up and walks over to the kitchen area and grabs a towel from a nearby rack and wipes his face with it.
Teich Inner Voice: He may not be the best personal trainer in the world, but he knows what he needs to know to give me the results that I want.
Paul: Yeah, come on up sweetie.
Inner Voice: Holy sh**, his girlfriend is coming up.
Paul: Two more minutes, then we move to the last bit of the workout,
Teich and Paul: Abs
Teich: F***
Paul: There’s gonna be a huge party at Leslie’s this weekend, you want to come ?
Teich: I don’t have to work this weekend so I don’t see any reason why I can’t. What is the occasion?
Paul: A celebration of “daddies” new merger.
Teich: HAHA ! Nice, count me in. So long as there are young girls with low morals.
About this time the door to the apartment opens up and Paul’s girlfriend walks into the room. For an fast frame of reference to draw her, 19 year old pregnant dog. Very attractive. She looks over at Teich then the weight on the bench press and then looks back at Teich with a condescending look in her face.
Inner Voice: F*** you to, pregnant dog.
As soon as she sees Paul she turns to all smiles and gives him a full body glomp as if her life depended on it.
Girl: I missed you sexy !
She steps up on her toes to kiss him (with high heels on non-the-less) and goes out of her way to make a slight moan to make the situation more awkward for Teich. This goes on for a minute with Paul fondling her butt and breasts before he cuts her off abruptly.
Paul: Allright f***er. That’s enough of a free show. Time for the pain train.
In the next bit. Maybe the next few pages, there will be drawings of where Paul and Teich are performing various abdominal exercises. A good time to flex those creative muscles. Don’t worry about the exercises, I will show you them ( I have volumes of exercise books). I don’t want anything homoerotic but think Bishie’s. Two pretty boys working out. I want this to try and attract female readers as well as male readers. After the work out is over, the both of them are lying on the floor dead to the world.
Teich is lying in a crucifix position panting heavily and Paul’s girlfriend kneels down at the top of his head. She kneels so close in fact that her “womanhood” is less than a foot away from his face. She dangles a cell phone in front of his face as it is ringing and vibrating.
P’s GF: Your phone is ringing.
Teich: Thank you very much …
Inner Voice: You sleeper
Teich: Yo
Other End: Hello, Mr. Teich
Teich: To whom am I speaking ?
He sits up
Other End: You owe Ryu Muramasa
Teich: And what of it ?
Other End: He is in town, you should know where to meet him
Teich: I will be there
He sits up with a resolve that seems to overwhelm his extreme fatigue.
Teich: Thanks for the pain train, Paul. I’ll get ahold of you either tonight of tomorrow. Seems like my weekend plans have changed.
Inner Voice: The other good thing about Paul is he is a GREAT cover for when I need to do Illegal stuff. And he also knows the value of someone’s need for secrecy. Especially when you front 15 thousand dollars for personal training sessions a year whether or not you attend them.
End Scene One
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