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Player Name: Lesso
Player Age: 28
Contact Info: Message Character Journal
Reserve Link: http://ingress.dreamwidth.org/4416.html?thread=1856#cmt1856
Character Name: Brent McHale [more commonly referred to [by himself] as ChickenBrent]
Age: 20 something
Canon/canon point (or original): Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs [2009]
Character History: Born to an upwardly-mobile sardine canning factory family on the small island of Swallow Falls [located under the A in Atlantic], Brent McHale was destined for greatness. He was always blonde and reasonably attractive, becoming famous early in life as the poster-child, quite literally, for Baby Brent Sardines. Cruising on innate charisma and local import, he lased his way through school developing less attractive habits such as picking on the local nerd, known as Flint Lockwood, or to Brent, simiply Nerd. As youth passed, he continued playing the role of Baby Brent and town celebrity, often seen at grandiose openings with a pair of golden scissors in hand. It was a good life.
But it was not to remain so.
Shortly after highschool, a change came over Swallow Falls. It seemed that the world realized that Sardines were super gross. Sardine fishing, canning and marketing being an integral part of the local economy, this realization began a time of economic downturn. Though still lauded by his fellow islanders, things began to turn gray. Brent, selfish and cheerful, continued on with little awareness of this. He remained the mayor's right-hand man, aiding in a plan to create a tourist-attraction that would save their livelihoods: Sardine World. Sadly, it never had time to be a flop, as it was then destroyed by the Nerd's crazy food machine. But the food machnie itself became a success, and the mayor quickly took Flint under his wing in a new campaign for the island. Clearly, as you could see by the brilliant new colors and sixties pop songs, food-weather was better than any sardine-themed anything.
The following months were a black time in Brent's life, and he was often seen wandering the streets of the newly christened town of Chewandswallow looking lost. His self-respect and obsession shattered, he would sleep on the streets mourning his loss. He could not bring himself to be happy for the renewed island, or for Flint's blossoming career as the Mayor's new second-hand-man. He wallowed in his misery, and occasionally, nacho cheese.
Then, as the food-weather began to threaten his home, something changed within Brent. He realized that he could no longer live simply as Baby Brent. He, too, must expand his horizons and leave the diaper behind. Stepping out in a previously unknown and entirely unanticipated bravery, Brent joined the small crew selected to save, not only the island, but the world.
Though the details are hazy surrounding the defeat of the crazed FLSMDFR, the fact that we see today without roast-beef colored glasses is proof enough that the mission was a great success. Brent has temporarily relocated with the rest of the population of Chewandswallow to the lovely bayside San Fran Jose where he has resumed his life in the limelight. He currently sports his very own custom chicken-suit, built to his rigorous standards and hydration needs, as the front man for a local themed fast food chain.
[Excerpt from "Where Are They Now: Marketing Mascots Edition" profile]
Character Abilities: Despite appearing heavyset and, quite possibly, unhealthy, Brent has an active background including DDR, Breakdance for Beginners, Double-dutch and posing. He is curiously light on his feet, though this is not uncommon for large men, since most people anticipate them to be lumbering, drooling, morons. He also has a custom-built chicken suit riddled with clever pockets and designed to keep the rain out. Beyond that, he has the innage human tendancy to surprise people.
Character Personality/Role: Having discovered the delight of having true friends who support you, even if you tend toward being a bit of an idiot, Brent comes to most groups people as a curious mix of brute force and encouragement. He likes people easily and enjoys most company, and the only reason he would ever take on any role of leadership is a knack for impatience and excitability. Brent doesn't really know much of who he is at the moment, seeing as he just came out of two-plus decades of wearing a diaper all the time instead of having a job. Still, his only true crisis is that, despite his obvious talents, he is not entirely certain what he is around for. Primarily, he wants to be with people as much as possible, to see what they do, and how to be like them. He wants to be a person of his own, but isn't always sure how to. Not that he is even aware of it. Essentially, he's kind of a giant kid brother, looking to grow up.
Character’s Door and game specific goals:
Dancing in a chicken suit is all well and good, but let's be honest. It's not a true source of support, and, until he decides who he is, what he can do, and what he wants to do, he's just a lost puppy. Dancing in a chicken suit.
What are the win conditions for your character?
Brent needs to make five serious, important decisions. He must figure out what his goal in life is and have at least a vague idea of how he will do this thing.
And Finally, examples:
One First Person example: Hey there, Flint - It's Brent here. You know, Chickenbrent? We saved the world together? Well, just wanted to let you know that we've got some tickets to the boat show, and though we could check it out. I get in free, being, you know, the Mascot and all, but I thought you and Sam and me could hang, you know? Well, gimme a call, bro. Later. [Also: http://ingress-playtest.dreamwidth.org/866.html?thread=24418#cmt24418]
One Prose example: The dawn broke over the horizon of buildings of beautiful down-town San Fan Jose. As the rays crested the apartment building in which Brent lived, he was briefly illuminated as a golden figure, strutting down the street. He was, for the moment, a figure of myth and legend, radiating with a holy glow. The moment was, however, then ruined as it tripped over a curb and fell to the pavement with an unholy squawk. Gathering together the dignity one could have within a giant rubber chicken suit, he rose and continued his lonely walk to work. Not everybody could pull it off, but Brent had the magic. [Also: http://ingress-playtest.dreamwidth.org/2512.html?thread=51408#cmt51408 or http://ingress-playtest.dreamwidth.org/1694.html?thread=41630#cmt41630]
One Action/Spam example: Being that Chickenbrent is my first character in this sort of thing ever, I am woefully unprepared and lack even the most basic understanding of what you mean in this context. I pray, however, that you might find it within yourselves to carry my dear ChickenBrent through that he may discover the action-adventure lifestyle he so rightfully has been hitherto excluded from.
Player Age: 28
Contact Info: Message Character Journal
Reserve Link: http://ingress.dreamwidth.org/4416.html?thread=1856#cmt1856
Character Name: Brent McHale [more commonly referred to [by himself] as ChickenBrent]
Age: 20 something
Canon/canon point (or original): Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs [2009]
Character History: Born to an upwardly-mobile sardine canning factory family on the small island of Swallow Falls [located under the A in Atlantic], Brent McHale was destined for greatness. He was always blonde and reasonably attractive, becoming famous early in life as the poster-child, quite literally, for Baby Brent Sardines. Cruising on innate charisma and local import, he lased his way through school developing less attractive habits such as picking on the local nerd, known as Flint Lockwood, or to Brent, simiply Nerd. As youth passed, he continued playing the role of Baby Brent and town celebrity, often seen at grandiose openings with a pair of golden scissors in hand. It was a good life.
But it was not to remain so.
Shortly after highschool, a change came over Swallow Falls. It seemed that the world realized that Sardines were super gross. Sardine fishing, canning and marketing being an integral part of the local economy, this realization began a time of economic downturn. Though still lauded by his fellow islanders, things began to turn gray. Brent, selfish and cheerful, continued on with little awareness of this. He remained the mayor's right-hand man, aiding in a plan to create a tourist-attraction that would save their livelihoods: Sardine World. Sadly, it never had time to be a flop, as it was then destroyed by the Nerd's crazy food machine. But the food machnie itself became a success, and the mayor quickly took Flint under his wing in a new campaign for the island. Clearly, as you could see by the brilliant new colors and sixties pop songs, food-weather was better than any sardine-themed anything.
The following months were a black time in Brent's life, and he was often seen wandering the streets of the newly christened town of Chewandswallow looking lost. His self-respect and obsession shattered, he would sleep on the streets mourning his loss. He could not bring himself to be happy for the renewed island, or for Flint's blossoming career as the Mayor's new second-hand-man. He wallowed in his misery, and occasionally, nacho cheese.
Then, as the food-weather began to threaten his home, something changed within Brent. He realized that he could no longer live simply as Baby Brent. He, too, must expand his horizons and leave the diaper behind. Stepping out in a previously unknown and entirely unanticipated bravery, Brent joined the small crew selected to save, not only the island, but the world.
Though the details are hazy surrounding the defeat of the crazed FLSMDFR, the fact that we see today without roast-beef colored glasses is proof enough that the mission was a great success. Brent has temporarily relocated with the rest of the population of Chewandswallow to the lovely bayside San Fran Jose where he has resumed his life in the limelight. He currently sports his very own custom chicken-suit, built to his rigorous standards and hydration needs, as the front man for a local themed fast food chain.
[Excerpt from "Where Are They Now: Marketing Mascots Edition" profile]
Character Abilities: Despite appearing heavyset and, quite possibly, unhealthy, Brent has an active background including DDR, Breakdance for Beginners, Double-dutch and posing. He is curiously light on his feet, though this is not uncommon for large men, since most people anticipate them to be lumbering, drooling, morons. He also has a custom-built chicken suit riddled with clever pockets and designed to keep the rain out. Beyond that, he has the innage human tendancy to surprise people.
Character Personality/Role: Having discovered the delight of having true friends who support you, even if you tend toward being a bit of an idiot, Brent comes to most groups people as a curious mix of brute force and encouragement. He likes people easily and enjoys most company, and the only reason he would ever take on any role of leadership is a knack for impatience and excitability. Brent doesn't really know much of who he is at the moment, seeing as he just came out of two-plus decades of wearing a diaper all the time instead of having a job. Still, his only true crisis is that, despite his obvious talents, he is not entirely certain what he is around for. Primarily, he wants to be with people as much as possible, to see what they do, and how to be like them. He wants to be a person of his own, but isn't always sure how to. Not that he is even aware of it. Essentially, he's kind of a giant kid brother, looking to grow up.
Character’s Door and game specific goals:
Dancing in a chicken suit is all well and good, but let's be honest. It's not a true source of support, and, until he decides who he is, what he can do, and what he wants to do, he's just a lost puppy. Dancing in a chicken suit.
What are the win conditions for your character?
Brent needs to make five serious, important decisions. He must figure out what his goal in life is and have at least a vague idea of how he will do this thing.
And Finally, examples:
One First Person example: Hey there, Flint - It's Brent here. You know, Chickenbrent? We saved the world together? Well, just wanted to let you know that we've got some tickets to the boat show, and though we could check it out. I get in free, being, you know, the Mascot and all, but I thought you and Sam and me could hang, you know? Well, gimme a call, bro. Later. [Also: http://ingress-playtest.dreamwidth.org/866.html?thread=24418#cmt24418]
One Prose example: The dawn broke over the horizon of buildings of beautiful down-town San Fan Jose. As the rays crested the apartment building in which Brent lived, he was briefly illuminated as a golden figure, strutting down the street. He was, for the moment, a figure of myth and legend, radiating with a holy glow. The moment was, however, then ruined as it tripped over a curb and fell to the pavement with an unholy squawk. Gathering together the dignity one could have within a giant rubber chicken suit, he rose and continued his lonely walk to work. Not everybody could pull it off, but Brent had the magic. [Also: http://ingress-playtest.dreamwidth.org/2512.html?thread=51408#cmt51408 or http://ingress-playtest.dreamwidth.org/1694.html?thread=41630#cmt41630]
One Action/Spam example: Being that Chickenbrent is my first character in this sort of thing ever, I am woefully unprepared and lack even the most basic understanding of what you mean in this context. I pray, however, that you might find it within yourselves to carry my dear ChickenBrent through that he may discover the action-adventure lifestyle he so rightfully has been hitherto excluded from.