Post by raygun on Sept 3, 2010 20:14:44 GMT 1
Character Name: Tony
Gender: Male
What animal is it: Not an animal, but in fact an alien. Grey Man species number fourty-two.
Who's pet is it: America
Appearance:
Likes:
☣ Playing video games
☣ Beating America's high score
☣ Studying human anatomy
☣Probing humans
☣ Observing his surroundings
☣ Building things
☣ Making America cry
Dislikes:
☣ Making America cry
☣ England
☣ Dogs
☣ Martians and being compared to them
☣ Human scientists
☣ Area 51
☣ Crashing
☣ Being the only one of his species on Earth
Personality: He is a very observant individual with a touch of impishness. He's young for his race and as such has love of pranks. He is also very foul-mouthed and will let you know if he happens to hate your ever-loving guts. Despite the childishness he can be exceptionally mature and is often lonely. He has stayed with his best friend America since the finding and has refused to leave the young nation. The alien is loyal and proud and will remain so.
Background story: The young alien was born on a hidden planet in our very solar system. This planet is considerably large, even more so than Jupiter, around 44 light years away, and revolves around the star 47 Ursae Majoris. His species, known commonly as the Grey Men by humans, are researchers amongst alien species and have been noted throughout histories of other planets and especially our own.
The first notation on Tony was made at around 3100 BCE. As a prank he thought he would move some large stones from two areas to one distant and hideously barren hillside. When humans began to marvel at his graffiti they came to call Stone Henge (a name he found catchy for his work) he and his three colleagues went on a spree, scattering rocks across the world and messing with natural forces.
As far as the rest of history goes he and the others continued to research, making trips back and forth between their planet and Earth, and finally on June 14th of 1947, he and his comrades crashed. In Roswell, New Mexico, their craft was shot down by military forces in the state. The landing killed his three co-pilots. Tony escaped with few materials and weapons and stumbled upon the American sitting underneath a tree. They hit it off and so Tony avoided being used by the military as his comrades had been. Since then he has remained in America's house as a permanent moocher, but will always do whatever he can for his hero and best friend.
Sample RP: The lights were out. That was good, very good. The blond had gone to sleep at last and now he could prowl. Silently he made his way through the halls to the kitchen. The Grey Man leapt and clutched the handle victoriously. With no sound the door opened and oh, the glorious light that came from within.
Within five minutes he had made a sandwich with all the meats, cheeses, and condiments he could. It was big. Very big. He noted this in his mental record as his race was prone to do.
The plate was sat down for a moment on the floor as he drug a chair over to the counter. With a little work he was on the counter and had the barbecue chips in his hand. He leapt down and moved the chair back before returning to his sandwich. There was something there, by his sandwich, and it had just nibbled a piece of precious ham.
'Mouse', he registered in his mind, a word that typically had the hero screaming and darting onto a chair. These were foul creatures and carriers of diseases. Yet that didn't matter to him right now, oh no. This fiend had just nibbled a piece of his hard earned sandwich. -It had to go-.
'Yes, little friend, you shall die now. Once you are dead I shall sever your little head from your little body and research your tiny little brain. Do not fear, it will only hurt an excruciating amount.' He gave a wicked smile and touched a little band on his left wrist.
A laser gun, rater similar to those in the cartoons America tended to watch, formed in his hand. With both hands on the gun and took aim, pointing to the little beast's head. The furry thing froze before charging.
'You dare to attack me?! You shall die, foul vermin! Beast, be gone from my eye!'
The battle lasted for a gruesome two minutes (also noted), and he assessed the damage. The table and chair was destroyed, there were laser burns on the floor, and some cups were broken. Mild damage considering the threat, as far as he was concerned. To distract the boy he would just beat his high score on the zombie game. That would be a greater travesty to the odd human than all the damage within the tiny room. So there he sat in the living room, mouse living in a jar with small punctures on the top, a sandwich in one hand, the controller in another, and the chips by his side.
It tasted good. Very good.
Other Information: Tony may explode a watermelon or two with his raygun. He can't promise anything.
OoC Information
Name: Arlen, Chase
Timezone: Eastern Standard
AIM/MSN/Skype/email: fuddle.duddle@yahoo.com. I can also be reached through the Kumajiro player!Well. Future Kumajiro player? If she gets accepted?
Gender: Male
What animal is it: Not an animal, but in fact an alien. Grey Man species number fourty-two.
Who's pet is it: America
Appearance:
Likes:
☣ Playing video games
☣ Beating America's high score
☣ Studying human anatomy
☣
☣ Observing his surroundings
☣ Building things
☣ Making America cry
Dislikes:
☣ Making America cry
☣ England
☣ Dogs
☣ Martians and being compared to them
☣ Human scientists
☣ Area 51
☣ Crashing
☣ Being the only one of his species on Earth
Personality: He is a very observant individual with a touch of impishness. He's young for his race and as such has love of pranks. He is also very foul-mouthed and will let you know if he happens to hate your ever-loving guts. Despite the childishness he can be exceptionally mature and is often lonely. He has stayed with his best friend America since the finding and has refused to leave the young nation. The alien is loyal and proud and will remain so.
Background story: The young alien was born on a hidden planet in our very solar system. This planet is considerably large, even more so than Jupiter, around 44 light years away, and revolves around the star 47 Ursae Majoris. His species, known commonly as the Grey Men by humans, are researchers amongst alien species and have been noted throughout histories of other planets and especially our own.
The first notation on Tony was made at around 3100 BCE. As a prank he thought he would move some large stones from two areas to one distant and hideously barren hillside. When humans began to marvel at his graffiti they came to call Stone Henge (a name he found catchy for his work) he and his three colleagues went on a spree, scattering rocks across the world and messing with natural forces.
As far as the rest of history goes he and the others continued to research, making trips back and forth between their planet and Earth, and finally on June 14th of 1947, he and his comrades crashed. In Roswell, New Mexico, their craft was shot down by military forces in the state. The landing killed his three co-pilots. Tony escaped with few materials and weapons and stumbled upon the American sitting underneath a tree. They hit it off and so Tony avoided being used by the military as his comrades had been. Since then he has remained in America's house as a permanent moocher, but will always do whatever he can for his hero and best friend.
Sample RP: The lights were out. That was good, very good. The blond had gone to sleep at last and now he could prowl. Silently he made his way through the halls to the kitchen. The Grey Man leapt and clutched the handle victoriously. With no sound the door opened and oh, the glorious light that came from within.
Within five minutes he had made a sandwich with all the meats, cheeses, and condiments he could. It was big. Very big. He noted this in his mental record as his race was prone to do.
The plate was sat down for a moment on the floor as he drug a chair over to the counter. With a little work he was on the counter and had the barbecue chips in his hand. He leapt down and moved the chair back before returning to his sandwich. There was something there, by his sandwich, and it had just nibbled a piece of precious ham.
'Mouse', he registered in his mind, a word that typically had the hero screaming and darting onto a chair. These were foul creatures and carriers of diseases. Yet that didn't matter to him right now, oh no. This fiend had just nibbled a piece of his hard earned sandwich. -It had to go-.
'Yes, little friend, you shall die now. Once you are dead I shall sever your little head from your little body and research your tiny little brain. Do not fear, it will only hurt an excruciating amount.' He gave a wicked smile and touched a little band on his left wrist.
A laser gun, rater similar to those in the cartoons America tended to watch, formed in his hand. With both hands on the gun and took aim, pointing to the little beast's head. The furry thing froze before charging.
'You dare to attack me?! You shall die, foul vermin! Beast, be gone from my eye!'
The battle lasted for a gruesome two minutes (also noted), and he assessed the damage. The table and chair was destroyed, there were laser burns on the floor, and some cups were broken. Mild damage considering the threat, as far as he was concerned. To distract the boy he would just beat his high score on the zombie game. That would be a greater travesty to the odd human than all the damage within the tiny room. So there he sat in the living room, mouse living in a jar with small punctures on the top, a sandwich in one hand, the controller in another, and the chips by his side.
It tasted good. Very good.
Other Information: Tony may explode a watermelon or two with his raygun. He can't promise anything.
OoC Information
Name: Arlen, Chase
Timezone: Eastern Standard
AIM/MSN/Skype/email: fuddle.duddle@yahoo.com. I can also be reached through the Kumajiro player!
