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the_gerber_baby<B><I><BIG><BIG>PLAYER</BIG></BIG></B></I>
<b>Name:</b> Dylan
<b>Age:</b> 33
<b>Personal Journal:</b> n/a
<b>E-mail:</b> crossman.dylan@gmail.com
<b>AIM/etc:</b> nextgener49
<B><I><BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG></B></I>
<b>Name:</b> Howard the Duck
<b>Canon:</b> Marvel Comics
<b>Age:</b> Never stated, but given that he was able to run for President, likely mid-thirties.
<b>Timeline:</b> Pre-Civil War
<b>Items with character at canon point</b>: A lighter, a pack of cheap cigars, and the clothes on his back.
<b>If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?</b>: N/A
<b>Personality:</b>
Howard is... an angry little person. That's putting it mildly. He's direct, blunt, and extremely quick to point out the absurdities of life or to tell people exactly how stupid they're being. Misanthropic to a fault, it sometimes seems he's not happy unless he's complaining about something. Howard also seems to think (and he might well be right on this count) that the universe is out to get him, contributing to his general surliness.
All evidence suggests that Howard wasfowl foul tempered even before his unexpected dumping in the Marvel 616 universe, having been a directionless disappointment to his parents and less favored than his other siblings. He strongly resisted any attempts by others to shape who he ought to be, and thus lead to quite a bit of familial conflict. At one point, he even resisted the very narrative fabric of the universe, refusing to get drawn into a pointless hero vs villain fight, and the resulting conflict gave him a mental breakdown.
Howard's anger also often comes from the utterly absurd life he leads. You'd be angry too if you were attacked by space turnips or tried in court because of a crazy lady on the bus thinking you were going to steal her kidneys. The fact that, with these or with the real absurdities of life seem to go unnoticed by anyone but him only makes it worse.
Howard also has a hair trigger temper, and will fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. His usual overall powerlessness in a world of "hairless apes" probably helps contribute to that. It takes very little to set him off, and when he gets angry, he gets very angry and very loud. While some of this is just his personality in general, certainly some of it is a defense mechanism to be trapped in a world that was simply not made for him (by virtue of either simply being a world of hairless talking apes or by virtue of the fact that he's quite small). Further, very few people are willing to take Howard seriously, believing him to simply be a little person or child in a costume. Given that he sees things far more clearly (or believes he does, anyway) than most, his inability to get anyone to listen is extremely frustrating.
All in all, Howard has always had anger issues, but the various issues of his life have only served to further exasperate the situation.
Howard can also be very self-centered, focusing only on the injustices (perceived or otherwise) thrust upon him, and ignoring the needs and wants of others around him, especially his girlfriend Beverly.
Those things being said, Howard is, at his core, a very good person. Numerous times, though he complains all the way, he's stopped to help people in need. Just as important, he remains deeply loyal to his friends, ranging from his girlfriend Beverly, to the misshapen and nearly mindless Man-Thing. All of this suggests that at least some of his anger and grumbling is a put on and pretense, a way of protecting himself so that he doesn't get hurt. But Howard was pushed round a lot in his life back on Duckworld, and continues to be pushed around here on Earth. And he doesn't like to see that happen to anyone else. Further, despite his significant cynicism, Howard knows he couldn't live with himself if he didn't help where he could.
Too, Howard can be prone to deep depressions. When his girlfriend Beverly was forced to marry his nemesis Doctor Bong, it took a long time for him to get his head on straight.
Though typically crass and direct, Howard is surprisingly literate and well read, and can even be dismissive of mass, commercialized material.
Howard is deeply cynical because of his experiences, trusting only that whatever happens, it's probably going to be stupid, but has also made true friends, and in a world that seems beset against him, that means something deeply.
Howard is, being one himself, a champion of the underdog. He hates to see anyone being taken advantage of, hates bullies, and hates to see people abusing their power. In fact, if there's one thing that will break him out his self-centered misanthropic shell the fastest, it's standing up for someone else.
<b>Background:</b> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_the_Duck#Fictional_character_biography
<b>Abilities:</b>Howard is an autodidact who has taught himself a variety of skills over the years and has held a variety of jobs, ranging from dishwasher to taxi driver and more. While he possesses little formal education, it has been said he had the potential to be one of his world's most brilliant minds. He possesses adequate skill with small firearms. He possesses a surprising amount of skill in the Martial Art known as Quack-Fu. While guided by the spirit of Doctor Strange, Howard once demonstrated a small amount of mystical skill.
<b>Network/Actionspam Sample:</b>
(modified from the test drive prompts)
[Howard can be seen standing in front of the abandoned, clearly haunted house.]
Really? This is what we're doing now? I'm pretty sure I just saw four kids and a dog driving away from this place.
[He sighs and crosses his arms.]
Nope. Not gonna do it. Not gonna go in, and no dad blasted city with a mind of its own can make me. I've seen this film before, and anybody who goes into one of these houses gets exactly what's coming to them. This right here... [and there's expansive gesturing] are what we call 'warning signs.' Ignore at your own peril.
[A scream from somewhere inside nearly makes him drop the pocket watch]
That was p-p-probably nothing. Sound effects. The wind.
[Another sigh. He's starting to walk towards the house.]
...Yeah, okay. But one of you saps better come looking for me! And I want it on the record I'm doing this under protest!
<b>Prose Log Sample:</b>
There was a duck walking down the street. Not a cartoon duck, like a certain sailor or a certain foil for a certain rabbit, but a duck that looks like what a duck might look like on a world where waterfowl became one of the dominant lifeforms. H was smoking a cigar, raising a cloud of smoke above him, and he walked with the kind of presence that suggests he was not going to get out of anyone's way and just might walk over anything that was in his.
"Of all the lousy..." he muttered to himself. "Just when I get myself used to thinking maybe living on a planet of hairless apes isn't such a bad thing, I go and get dragged into some new inanity. I just know I'm going to get roped into saving this place from some unspeakable evil with some convoluted master plan..."
He stopped, leaning against the nearby wall. "Well, I'm not gonna let this place win. Take your best shot, Ruby City! You're not gonna get the best of me! You think you're so scary? Well, I've possessed! I've fallen through holes in reality! I've fought a Hellcow! I've been to <i>New Jersey!</i>"
As if to punctuate the moment, it suddenly started pouring, raining coming down in buckets. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, actually striking the ground less than a foot away from him, punctuated a great boom of thunder. He let out a a "WAUGH!" of surprise and leapt a surprising distance in the air, ending up clinging to a nearby lamp post.
"...not that that's not an excellent rebuttal, mind you."
<b>Name:</b> Dylan
<b>Age:</b> 33
<b>Personal Journal:</b> n/a
<b>E-mail:</b> crossman.dylan@gmail.com
<b>AIM/etc:</b> nextgener49
<B><I><BIG><BIG>CHARACTER</BIG></BIG></B></I>
<b>Name:</b> Howard the Duck
<b>Canon:</b> Marvel Comics
<b>Age:</b> Never stated, but given that he was able to run for President, likely mid-thirties.
<b>Timeline:</b> Pre-Civil War
<b>Items with character at canon point</b>: A lighter, a pack of cheap cigars, and the clothes on his back.
<b>If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?</b>: N/A
<b>Personality:</b>
Howard is... an angry little person. That's putting it mildly. He's direct, blunt, and extremely quick to point out the absurdities of life or to tell people exactly how stupid they're being. Misanthropic to a fault, it sometimes seems he's not happy unless he's complaining about something. Howard also seems to think (and he might well be right on this count) that the universe is out to get him, contributing to his general surliness.
All evidence suggests that Howard was
Howard's anger also often comes from the utterly absurd life he leads. You'd be angry too if you were attacked by space turnips or tried in court because of a crazy lady on the bus thinking you were going to steal her kidneys. The fact that, with these or with the real absurdities of life seem to go unnoticed by anyone but him only makes it worse.
Howard also has a hair trigger temper, and will fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. His usual overall powerlessness in a world of "hairless apes" probably helps contribute to that. It takes very little to set him off, and when he gets angry, he gets very angry and very loud. While some of this is just his personality in general, certainly some of it is a defense mechanism to be trapped in a world that was simply not made for him (by virtue of either simply being a world of hairless talking apes or by virtue of the fact that he's quite small). Further, very few people are willing to take Howard seriously, believing him to simply be a little person or child in a costume. Given that he sees things far more clearly (or believes he does, anyway) than most, his inability to get anyone to listen is extremely frustrating.
All in all, Howard has always had anger issues, but the various issues of his life have only served to further exasperate the situation.
Howard can also be very self-centered, focusing only on the injustices (perceived or otherwise) thrust upon him, and ignoring the needs and wants of others around him, especially his girlfriend Beverly.
Those things being said, Howard is, at his core, a very good person. Numerous times, though he complains all the way, he's stopped to help people in need. Just as important, he remains deeply loyal to his friends, ranging from his girlfriend Beverly, to the misshapen and nearly mindless Man-Thing. All of this suggests that at least some of his anger and grumbling is a put on and pretense, a way of protecting himself so that he doesn't get hurt. But Howard was pushed round a lot in his life back on Duckworld, and continues to be pushed around here on Earth. And he doesn't like to see that happen to anyone else. Further, despite his significant cynicism, Howard knows he couldn't live with himself if he didn't help where he could.
Too, Howard can be prone to deep depressions. When his girlfriend Beverly was forced to marry his nemesis Doctor Bong, it took a long time for him to get his head on straight.
Though typically crass and direct, Howard is surprisingly literate and well read, and can even be dismissive of mass, commercialized material.
Howard is deeply cynical because of his experiences, trusting only that whatever happens, it's probably going to be stupid, but has also made true friends, and in a world that seems beset against him, that means something deeply.
Howard is, being one himself, a champion of the underdog. He hates to see anyone being taken advantage of, hates bullies, and hates to see people abusing their power. In fact, if there's one thing that will break him out his self-centered misanthropic shell the fastest, it's standing up for someone else.
<b>Background:</b> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_the_Duck#Fictional_character_biography
<b>Abilities:</b>Howard is an autodidact who has taught himself a variety of skills over the years and has held a variety of jobs, ranging from dishwasher to taxi driver and more. While he possesses little formal education, it has been said he had the potential to be one of his world's most brilliant minds. He possesses adequate skill with small firearms. He possesses a surprising amount of skill in the Martial Art known as Quack-Fu. While guided by the spirit of Doctor Strange, Howard once demonstrated a small amount of mystical skill.
<b>Network/Actionspam Sample:</b>
(modified from the test drive prompts)
[Howard can be seen standing in front of the abandoned, clearly haunted house.]
Really? This is what we're doing now? I'm pretty sure I just saw four kids and a dog driving away from this place.
[He sighs and crosses his arms.]
Nope. Not gonna do it. Not gonna go in, and no dad blasted city with a mind of its own can make me. I've seen this film before, and anybody who goes into one of these houses gets exactly what's coming to them. This right here... [and there's expansive gesturing] are what we call 'warning signs.' Ignore at your own peril.
[A scream from somewhere inside nearly makes him drop the pocket watch]
That was p-p-probably nothing. Sound effects. The wind.
[Another sigh. He's starting to walk towards the house.]
...Yeah, okay. But one of you saps better come looking for me! And I want it on the record I'm doing this under protest!
<b>Prose Log Sample:</b>
There was a duck walking down the street. Not a cartoon duck, like a certain sailor or a certain foil for a certain rabbit, but a duck that looks like what a duck might look like on a world where waterfowl became one of the dominant lifeforms. H was smoking a cigar, raising a cloud of smoke above him, and he walked with the kind of presence that suggests he was not going to get out of anyone's way and just might walk over anything that was in his.
"Of all the lousy..." he muttered to himself. "Just when I get myself used to thinking maybe living on a planet of hairless apes isn't such a bad thing, I go and get dragged into some new inanity. I just know I'm going to get roped into saving this place from some unspeakable evil with some convoluted master plan..."
He stopped, leaning against the nearby wall. "Well, I'm not gonna let this place win. Take your best shot, Ruby City! You're not gonna get the best of me! You think you're so scary? Well, I've possessed! I've fallen through holes in reality! I've fought a Hellcow! I've been to <i>New Jersey!</i>"
As if to punctuate the moment, it suddenly started pouring, raining coming down in buckets. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, actually striking the ground less than a foot away from him, punctuated a great boom of thunder. He let out a a "WAUGH!" of surprise and leapt a surprising distance in the air, ending up clinging to a nearby lamp post.
"...not that that's not an excellent rebuttal, mind you."
