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Aug. 21st, 2014 01:29 amOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Wingus
Other characters: N/A
IN CHARACTER
Name: Peter Quill/Star-Lord
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe - specifically, Guardians of the Galaxy
Canon point/AU: Post-movie.
Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
twelvepercentofaplan
PB: Chris Pratt/canon icons
History: MCU Wiki
Presentation: On first glance, Peter Quill appears to be just some jackass outlaw that does whatever the hell he wants. And to an extent, that's true. He runs around stealing stuff for money and sleeping around with all manner of beings, sometimes forgetting their names, or even if they stick around the morning after. And he's got the scars to prove it from the ones that took it badly. Issues with authority are another thing, he's got a moderate rap sheet with the Nova Corps, and when arrested by them in the film, he casually flips off the guys taking mugshots with no fear of repercussion. He also puts up a facade of being a badass tough guy, which comes from being raised up in a gang of what were essentially space pirates that have little regard for laws and decency. He's a self-serving guy, often motivated in diffusing bad situations by his own desire to survive. ("Why would you wanna save the galaxy?!" "'Cause I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!") And for what it's worth, he's pretty damn good at getting people to not kill each other.
He's also not really that shy about being a dork, given that he runs around jamming to his music in public, and with his repeated insistance that people call him Star-Lord. He walks the line of a guy trying to be cool and a guy that's perfectly fine with not being cool in the least. He's no stranger to making pop-culture reference, though they're terribly out-of-date given his situation. He's also quite immature, at one point casually referring to a being of immense power that intends to kill him as a turd blossom, and after finding out someone got a message from him about how much a jerk he wasn't, proudly proclaimed that "THEY GOT MY DICK MESSAGE!".
Motivations: Ultimately, all this stuff is covering up the fact that Quill is a lonely manchild that grew up around a bunch of lunatic outlaws. He's not a bad dude at the core of things, he's just had a rough life - his mom died when he was young, and in the throes of grief he got abducted by the Ravagers. His hedonistic lifestyle is just him trying to find his way and some fulfillment, which he eventually finds in the other Guardians. His love of music spawns from his grief, and he uses his mix tape as a coping mechanism, as it was a gift from his mother. He's rather fixated on it, enough that he flies into a rage when he sees one of the prison guards listening to it after confiscating it. He then later goes back and beats the guy for taking it, and risks his hide in getting it back.
Due to his upbringing both on Earth and with the Ravagers, Peter falls pretty solidly into being a chaotic good guy - he's got a good sense of decency and morals, but it's tempered with selfishness. When we see him in the movie, he's been used to being selfish for so long that he kind of fumbles with doing the right thing a number of times, and even surprises himself when he does it. He does the good guy role well, but not at 100% - at the end of the day, he offers the other Guardians the option of doing something good, something bad, or a little of both - and goes with the last option. His selfishness is what runs his skill with diplomacy - all the times we see it in the film, it's a means to an end: saving Gamora for the sake of getting the orb back, and keeping Rocket and Drax from killing each other so they all can get their big payday.
Setting: Likely he won't be very phased at first, given his life so far, but after a time he's gonna grow discontented with the situation and team up with rebellious elements given the chance.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread: Quill sits up, visibly shivering for a few seconds while rubbing his biceps with his hands. He stares down at the recorder for a bit before grabbing it with a rather powerful bit of spite in his motions. "Okay. First, I'm calling bullshit on that sneak attack. I mean, come on, anyone can hide in a brush and jump someone. Where's the sport in that? You guys like sport, right? I'd say you guys should do like the Romans did on my world, but I get the feeling you guys got bored of the big flat field a long, long time ago..."
He sighs, reaching up with his free hand to run through his hair. "Either way, that sucked, and I want my walkman back. If it got broken in that, I'm gonna be pissed. Also, if I've got this to look forward to every time, then consider me suitably motivated to do much better next time." His tone is somewhere between kidding and serious - however, he does mean it. Waking up cold and getting a verbal essay assignment shoved off on you? Definitely motivation to win more - or at least motivation to record more ridiculous things every time he loses. He cuts a look at the recorder, then makes an annoyed noise as he punches the air. Definitely could've been a bigger pain in the ass than he was.
Prose: It doesn't take long for Peter to put two and two together here. Strange place, ominious figures hiding behind an energy shield, and they want him to fight for his life - apparently with these weapons. Or at least practice with them on some targets.
Approaching the laid-out weapons, he cracks his knuckles before wiggling his fingers with a look of gleeful appreciation. He then proceeds to systematically start grabbing smaller weapons and shoving them into various pockets and compartments in his clothing. After about a solid minute of this, someone calls out for him to stop and to move on to the practice dummies. He looks confused for a moment, first pointing to himself, and then the targets. There's a bit of awkward silence before he finally speaks. "Were these not for the taking? I mean, you had them all laid out and everything. Pretty much a nice little spread of pain and murder," he explains, vaguely gesturing at the now half-empty table. "You'd be better off just giving better directions, maybe put a sign up, 'please choose one' or something, otherwise people like me are gonna think it's Christmas." He looks at the Gamemakers through the forcefield, eyes sweeping back and forth over them for a moment before he finally shrugs. "Just saying."
What is your character scored: 7. Only known powers at the moment are "didn't immediately disintegrate upon grabbing hold of an Infinity Gem" and only half-human, the other half is A Mystery™.
Additional information: N/A
Name: Wingus
Other characters: N/A
IN CHARACTER
Name: Peter Quill/Star-Lord
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe - specifically, Guardians of the Galaxy
Canon point/AU: Post-movie.
Journal:
twelvepercentofaplanPB: Chris Pratt/canon icons
History: MCU Wiki
Presentation: On first glance, Peter Quill appears to be just some jackass outlaw that does whatever the hell he wants. And to an extent, that's true. He runs around stealing stuff for money and sleeping around with all manner of beings, sometimes forgetting their names, or even if they stick around the morning after. And he's got the scars to prove it from the ones that took it badly. Issues with authority are another thing, he's got a moderate rap sheet with the Nova Corps, and when arrested by them in the film, he casually flips off the guys taking mugshots with no fear of repercussion. He also puts up a facade of being a badass tough guy, which comes from being raised up in a gang of what were essentially space pirates that have little regard for laws and decency. He's a self-serving guy, often motivated in diffusing bad situations by his own desire to survive. ("Why would you wanna save the galaxy?!" "'Cause I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!") And for what it's worth, he's pretty damn good at getting people to not kill each other.
He's also not really that shy about being a dork, given that he runs around jamming to his music in public, and with his repeated insistance that people call him Star-Lord. He walks the line of a guy trying to be cool and a guy that's perfectly fine with not being cool in the least. He's no stranger to making pop-culture reference, though they're terribly out-of-date given his situation. He's also quite immature, at one point casually referring to a being of immense power that intends to kill him as a turd blossom, and after finding out someone got a message from him about how much a jerk he wasn't, proudly proclaimed that "THEY GOT MY DICK MESSAGE!".
Motivations: Ultimately, all this stuff is covering up the fact that Quill is a lonely manchild that grew up around a bunch of lunatic outlaws. He's not a bad dude at the core of things, he's just had a rough life - his mom died when he was young, and in the throes of grief he got abducted by the Ravagers. His hedonistic lifestyle is just him trying to find his way and some fulfillment, which he eventually finds in the other Guardians. His love of music spawns from his grief, and he uses his mix tape as a coping mechanism, as it was a gift from his mother. He's rather fixated on it, enough that he flies into a rage when he sees one of the prison guards listening to it after confiscating it. He then later goes back and beats the guy for taking it, and risks his hide in getting it back.
Due to his upbringing both on Earth and with the Ravagers, Peter falls pretty solidly into being a chaotic good guy - he's got a good sense of decency and morals, but it's tempered with selfishness. When we see him in the movie, he's been used to being selfish for so long that he kind of fumbles with doing the right thing a number of times, and even surprises himself when he does it. He does the good guy role well, but not at 100% - at the end of the day, he offers the other Guardians the option of doing something good, something bad, or a little of both - and goes with the last option. His selfishness is what runs his skill with diplomacy - all the times we see it in the film, it's a means to an end: saving Gamora for the sake of getting the orb back, and keeping Rocket and Drax from killing each other so they all can get their big payday.
Setting: Likely he won't be very phased at first, given his life so far, but after a time he's gonna grow discontented with the situation and team up with rebellious elements given the chance.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread: Quill sits up, visibly shivering for a few seconds while rubbing his biceps with his hands. He stares down at the recorder for a bit before grabbing it with a rather powerful bit of spite in his motions. "Okay. First, I'm calling bullshit on that sneak attack. I mean, come on, anyone can hide in a brush and jump someone. Where's the sport in that? You guys like sport, right? I'd say you guys should do like the Romans did on my world, but I get the feeling you guys got bored of the big flat field a long, long time ago..."
He sighs, reaching up with his free hand to run through his hair. "Either way, that sucked, and I want my walkman back. If it got broken in that, I'm gonna be pissed. Also, if I've got this to look forward to every time, then consider me suitably motivated to do much better next time." His tone is somewhere between kidding and serious - however, he does mean it. Waking up cold and getting a verbal essay assignment shoved off on you? Definitely motivation to win more - or at least motivation to record more ridiculous things every time he loses. He cuts a look at the recorder, then makes an annoyed noise as he punches the air. Definitely could've been a bigger pain in the ass than he was.
Prose: It doesn't take long for Peter to put two and two together here. Strange place, ominious figures hiding behind an energy shield, and they want him to fight for his life - apparently with these weapons. Or at least practice with them on some targets.
Approaching the laid-out weapons, he cracks his knuckles before wiggling his fingers with a look of gleeful appreciation. He then proceeds to systematically start grabbing smaller weapons and shoving them into various pockets and compartments in his clothing. After about a solid minute of this, someone calls out for him to stop and to move on to the practice dummies. He looks confused for a moment, first pointing to himself, and then the targets. There's a bit of awkward silence before he finally speaks. "Were these not for the taking? I mean, you had them all laid out and everything. Pretty much a nice little spread of pain and murder," he explains, vaguely gesturing at the now half-empty table. "You'd be better off just giving better directions, maybe put a sign up, 'please choose one' or something, otherwise people like me are gonna think it's Christmas." He looks at the Gamemakers through the forcefield, eyes sweeping back and forth over them for a moment before he finally shrugs. "Just saying."
What is your character scored: 7. Only known powers at the moment are "didn't immediately disintegrate upon grabbing hold of an Infinity Gem" and only half-human, the other half is A Mystery™.
Additional information: N/A
