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the OBSCURE CHARACTER LOVE open post

the OBSCURE CHARACTER LOVE open post

Everyone has a couple muses somewhere in the back of their headspace
that are as obscure as heck. We love them and want to play with them but
we can never really seem to get anywhere with them because no one
knows who they even are!

This Open Post aims to give these underdogs a day in the limelight!

So what are we doing here?

♦Post with your character! Name and series go in the heading.
Only obscure characters can create set up threads. This is their day to
shine after all! I'm not going to list any canons that you can or can not use.
Just utilize your best judgement! You pretty much know what could be
considered obscure or not.

But wait! Don't leave your comment blank!

I mean, you can if you really want... but the point of this meme is to let
other people know about your character! So posting a blank comment
kind of defeats the purpose.

Just tell us a little about your character, if you want you can utilize the following...
Fill out as much or as little as you want! I know some people don't like writing
very much when tagging memes. But it's different this time! This time it's to
show DW just how awesome your character is!

♦Tag around! You don't have to be an Obscure character to tag other people.
In other words, while Captain America might not be able to make a set-up
post, he is more then welcome to tag anyone here back!

♦Have fun and stay awesome!

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Age:18
Personality: Here.
Abilities:
Alice's best know quirk are the chills she gets down the back of her neck when something very good or very bad is going to happen. Her first meeting with Randel Oland happens thanks to the chill she gets when she first passes him in a cafe.
Facial expressions - Alice has them. She's the sort of woman that can't conceal what she feels and wears her 'heart on her sleeve'.
She's also amazingly graceful in the midst of a fight but has two left feet when dancing normally. Thanks to her noble status as well, Alice has no practical experience with most common tasks - cooking, cleaning and other such things.
Other Notes:
The setting for Pumpkin Scissors is somewhat reminiscent of Fullmetal Alchemist, particularly Conqueror of Shamballa. Both take place in regions strongly resembling (or are in) Western Europe. FMA deals with the aftermath of war as does Pumpkin Scissors. And both seem to be set in a similar time period.

Much of the in-canon text in Pumpkin Scissors is in German, as well as much of the terminology used. I run with the idea that Alice knows German thanks to this.

Possible Scenarios:
[Even Second Lieutenant Alice L. Malvin likes to take a day off. One would think a day off might mean a day out of uniform as well but not for Alice. Instead she's settled at a small table in the outdoor portion of a little cafe, enjoying her coffee, thank you very much.]

Edited 2012-07-13 22:34 (UTC)

Age:COMPLICATED? He can look either 12, 25ish, or 40ish depending on what form he is currently in. His actual age is unknown
Personality: He's contantly bored, but finds amusement in the issues of his patients. Detailed info in his journal riiiight here

Abilities: Seems to be able to abuse the laws of time and space pretty easily! He can also shift between three different age forms at will. There's more info in the link I put up there for his personality!
Other Notes: other time stream abusers might be fun! Or anyone who wanted to sit down and talk with who they hope is a normal psychiatrist. oh also in all scenarios he will be starting in his adult form... just to make things easier.
Possible Scenarios:

Scenario A
[ Whether or not you actually had an appointment, or you wandered in here by mistake, you are now in the office of one Dr. Ichiro Irabu, and flamboyant man in a labcoat and polka dotted clothes (which matched the bright colors and polka dotted everything else in his office). There are a few cages scattered around the edges of his office, they all house bright yellow canaries, chirping happily.

The Doctor himself is seated in a bright magenta high backed chair near the center of his office, little toy robots scatted around the floor by his feet. It almost gave the impression that he was some sort of mad king on his throne, his subjects groveling all around him. When he sees you he smiles brightly and waves in a wide sweeping motion. ]

Welcoooome~! Come in, come in!

Scenario B

[ Whoever you are, wherever you are, whether you are familiar with Dr. Irabu or not... he has appeared behind you... somehow. He seems all too cheery either way. ]

Good morning, afternoon or evening to you!

Edited 2012-07-13 22:53 (UTC)

(he's obscure enough, right?)

Age:20-something?
Personality: Cliff is gutsy guy, he'd have to be if he was willing to strap a rocket pack on that he found under a blanket in a barn. While some people might call him a reckless sort of person, he's an expert stunt pilot so he usually has the skills to back up the crazy things he tries to pull off. He's a firm believer in doing what's right, though he does seem to have an issue with authority figures. He'll also literally go and fight a super-powered Nazi on top of a zeppelin in flight to protect his loved ones and friends.
Abilities: Mostly he has a rocket pack that lets him fly. Without that he's just your average guy. He might be somewhat above average in terms of strength and agility because he's an athletic guy, but nothing superhuman level. He's also an expert stunt pilot.
Other Notes: Technically he's from 1938... so if you want I can AU him for modern day or we can assume time shenanigans or... something.
Possible Scenarios:

[ So you were just rescued from Nazis/mobster/zombies/whatevers by the Rocketeer! Which is awesome! As long as you don't have a problem with the fact that you are also now about a hundred feet up, and the only thing keeping you from falling is rocket boy here's grip. ]

((If you have any other scenarios in mind please feel free to reply with whatever you like!))

Age:14
Personality: Cerni is almost painfully shy. It tends to take him a while to open up to strangers. He's also pretty quiet. That's what comes of growing up with a mentally and emotionally traumatized mother. Despite all of that, he's normally a very cheery kid with a playful sense of humor. He's not above subtly making fun of himself or his friends. He's very tender-hearted and compassionate which can bring him out of his shell when he would otherwise stay withdrawn. He is also very intelligent, easily reading between the lines and recognizing results and implications. He often come across as younger than he is while actually being mature for his age.br />Abilities: Nothing out of the ordinary. He's pretty much a normal kid who happens to be good at swimming and tying or untying knots and know how to sail a boat. For those not familiar with the canon, Finnick died before their child was born. Both parents were victors of the Hunger Games, with all the emotional scars that brought with it. His mother never fully recovered mentally and his father was secretly forced into prostitution. His father later became a key part of a rebellion meant to end the Hunger Games.
Other Notes: Cerni is meant to be the unnamed child of Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta.
Possible Scenarios:
1) Dealing with his classmates finding out about his father's past and their possible reactions
2) First crush
3) Learning about his parents in history class
4) A day at the beach

~~Leave my doujin shmups alone~~

Age:18-ish
Personality: Mysterious and somewhat eccentric, Kreutzer is the kind of girl who has an easier time making enemies as opposed to friends. She enjoys being indirect with others, but it's all in good fun. She's a good person, despite whatever her antics may say. When angered, she may try solving her problems by blowing them up. Because she occasionally likes blowing things up.
Abilities: She's essentially like one of those Touhou girls who fly around and clog your screen colorful bullets in pretty patterns. Specifically Alice, if you're canon-savvy. She's an enchantress who can bring dolls and her creations to life. So she can fly, shoot all those bullets and fight with dolls who can explode...yeah.
Other Notes: Kreutzer is a full-blown empress. Total royalty and she'll often act as such. Also, she has a very very strong love for ponies, horses and other equines. She will literally squee as she tries to contain her childish excitement because they're totally adorable and she wants to hug them.
Possible Scenarios: (Don't mind this girl as she casually walks or flies around the area with her entourage of flying dolls. They seem to be having quite the conversation...at first, anyway. After some time, she signals for them to take formation, as if orchestrating their movements. Could she be up to mischief...?

...nope. She's literally conducting them; all the dolls have little instruments and the music they're playing is beautiful. Care to come and stare in disbelief?)

Edited 2012-07-14 02:01 (UTC)

Age:Mid-twenties
Personality: The dutiful if not a bit absent-minded boyfriend of Tank Girl, Booga was a former dropout from a gang of mutant kangaroos before signing up to join with the crazed outlaw Tank Girl. A bit of a slob and even more of a foul mouth, Booga's still a laid back kanagaroo despite his thug behavior. Sure Booga doesn't have much of his wits about him and is a bit of a push over, but he's at least willing to be at Tank's side and stick to his mates.
Abilities: If consuming large portions of beer and managing to survive Tank's tangos with death count as abilities, then sure.
Other Notes: He talks with a heavy Australian accent, with the occasional confusing slang thrown in.
Possible Scenarios: [It was a hot day, one of those hot days you get grateful for because at least it's decent enough to go outside. Booga was gonna take advantage of this serendipitous break in the weather, everyone else be damned. In his best striped bathing suit the marsupial took his beach chair, his umbrella, and established camp at the base of plateau wherever the hell we are. Commence lounging in five, four, three, two, one...]

Age:Several hundred thousand? A few million? Hard to say, but it's implied he's only the equivalent of a teenager for his kind.

Personality: He's an angel. He's very concerned with Good and Right and the proper running of the Universe, however he tends to think in more esoteric terms than hierarchy and moral constructions. Every creation has a Name, and can either live up to that name, or fall short and corrupt it. His job as a Namer is to help other creations be what they are meant to be.

Abilities: Kything (a kind of deeply intuitive telepathy), possibly flight and instant teleportation, can be material or immaterial. For the sake of ease of RP interaction, he has a humanoid form, but in canon he's a giant ball of wings and eyes and flames.

Other Notes:I tend to want to play him post-canon, where technically, he's dead. Or, X-ed, which is to say annihilated in a way that 'dead' doesn't quite cover. But the multiverse is a big place, so maybe he just got dumped into some other plane of existence. Alternatively, I can play him pre-canon, but he's likely to be slightly more difficult and grouchy.

Possible Scenarios:

A) Stranger in a strange...shape.
[Progo can't recall ever touching the ground before. Not like this. Not with bodyweight pressing him into the soil and grass and it feels soft and scratchy and cool and warm all at once. He's so caught up in the sensation he barely even notices the shape of the human feet that are now his, curling his toes and flexing his fingers like he once would have stretched his wings.] I...is it supposed to feel like this? Having matter?

[He looks up with sad, worried eyes. Only two of them. He used to have so many more.]

b) Stargazing

There's too much electric light here. [He speaks up without looking at his companion, expelling a soft cloud of smoke.] I can't see Vela, or the Pleiades. I used to know them all, but it's been a while since I studied the stars. They looks so far away from here.

B) Stargazing

Yes. I remember being out in the country, when I was younger. Here, you can only see the brightest of stars.

[Niko tips his head back, long blonde braid swaying against his back, the end tapping low against his hip. He eyes the night sky and pushes his hands deeper into the pockets of his grey duster.]

The country. [It's meant to be a question. In his trueform as he is now, the cherubim struggles to emit vocal speech. His audible voice is flat and expressionless, vibrations created by energy released into the air. Robotic, but not quite, because it has the hum of electricity and the scent of wood smoke and burning dust.]

The earth's atmosphere dulls the light, as well, though. Out there, the stars pierce right through you.

In the country, there are not so many artificial lights.

[Niko tips his head to look at his odd companion without otherwise moving. The stillness of him is that of a cat's - he can react in a moment should a threat present itself. He has lived a hard life and it shows. Yet his voice is calm, quiet, the deep baritone holding only the mildest note of a question as he asks: ]

Out there?

[He raises a single blonde eyebrow, pale against his olive-toned skin.]

[Giving up the pretense of audible speech, since the other stargazer doesn't seem alarmed by his trueform, Proginoskes answers in a gentle kythe:]

Out in the ether. Space. [There's a shiver of delight in the transmission; the cherubim enjoys his work.] Have you ever been there?

[Niko startles, flinching away a half-step, body shifting with ready tension. He's seen many mythological monsters, even minor gods; as such, the creature's form does not bother him. But the inaudible words are entirely new and unexpected. The small throwing knife that seemingly appears in one hand is less of a threat to the cherubim and more of a comfort to Niko. ~~Some security blankets are sharper than others.~~]

[A long moment passes before Niko answers, his voice warier than before, his grey eyes watching Proginoskes carefully.]

No. I can't say I have.

[Some of the wings fold inward to cover a dozen or so of those ever-moving eyes. It's as close to an apologetic look as he can manage.]

I didn't intend to frighten you. I have no reason to harm any living thing.

[Niko hesitates a long moment, cautious. Myths and legends catch and fall through his mind - but nothing rings a bell on this creature yet. The press of thoughts, of knowing is strange and intrusive, for Niko is a private person by nature and by need. Yet...yet something whispers the words are truth, and it means no harm. Abruptly he grasps a flicker of memory of a book, back when he was so much younger and fantasy books were an escape from a hard life, instead of the tools for research they have now become. A flicker of memory, there and gone before Niko can truly grasp it, but....]

Not every nonhuman I have met is so kindly inclined.

[Most tend to eat humans. Niko slips the knife back into his pocket, sheathing it, though his fingers run caressingly over the hilt, taking comfort in the solid familiar weight. His voice is calm, with only a trace of wariness. He will not let down his guard entirely yet: he knows the world is hard and liars abound.]

Nor have any...spoken...as you do. I am...accustomed to a more audible form of communication.

[That's as much of an apology as his pride will allow him to make, but manners are important.]

[Sheepish, he reverts to the audible vibrations. They seem to come directly out of the air around him.] I suppose that's typical of shadowed places. The universe if full of both cruelty and kindness. [And if he himself has seen more of the latter, well...does that make him wiser or more sheltered than this stranger? Progo doesn't know, and hesitates to presume.]

This voice is not mine, only heat and sound. When I kythe, I open up myself, as well. My name is Proginoskes. What is yours?

[The names sparks familiarity, but from where Niko can't remember. Rather than push at the mental block, he lets it go. It will come to him sooner rather than later.]

Niko Leandros.

[He inclines his head respectfully.]

Some days I am tempted to believe there is more cruelty than kindness, but that is weariness speaking.

If you...find it more preferable to...'kythe,' you may. I was merely taken by surprise.

[Which is not easy to do and he hesitates to even admit it. But it is the truth and Niko does not lie. He puzzles over the odd word, kythe, and deduces it may be Scottish or Irish. He doesn't know the meaning of it, however, and certainly Proginoskes doesn't match any of that mythology, not by a far stretch of imagination.]

Edited 2012-07-25 16:14 (UTC)

[Scottish, in fact, although Progo himself may not be aware of that etymology, simply using a word from an Earthly language that fits the meaning he requires. And it fits; kything is more than speech. It manifests one speaker unto another.]

"They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?" [It's a quote from a human poet.] That's what kything is, and what it can be.

[Switching back to the kythe, he adds:] I'm happy to meet you, Niko Leandros. Thank you for trusting in kindness tonight.

[Niko blinks, mouths the words silently, and then the corner of his mouth turns up in a brief smile.]

Rumi, I believe. A man of enlightenment and poetry.

[Niko has read wide and far in his search to protect his brother - these days he reads very little for his own pleasure. Yet philosophers, and myths, and battle tactics are sometimes their own pleasure, and Niko does enjoy the research. Precious little poetry is in such reading, however. Sometimes his lover reads such things, occasionally aloud to him in their long nights, but it has been quite some time since Niko has read poetry himself.]

Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.

[Niko has to believe that. If he does not, what can he believe of his brother? ~~His reason for being, his sole purpose in this life, his heart.~~ Absently he reaches up and touches his right bicep, the tattoo beneath his sleeve that speaks of their bond and devotion. Brothers before souls, after all: Niko has to believe there can be good in everyone, even the monsters he meets.]

Edited 2012-07-27 18:00 (UTC)

Yes. A Namer, like myself, I think. I never met him, but his works are full of joy. [Progo's eyes blink lazily, almost like a cat's smile of contentment. The flames between his wings are banked now, but the smoke still curls up around him.]

What, if I may ask, is your business here tonight? Or is it just the pleasure of seeing the sky that brings you here?

A little time for peace.

[The answer is quiet, honest. A breather between the daily crises, a moment to reflect. Niko will go find his brother, soon, but for now.... He hadn't expected company, yet the pause to simply breathe is not spoiled by Proginoske's presence.]

What brings you here, if I may ask?

There should always be time for peace. [Wings unfurl and flutter gently, wafting the smoke skyward. The scent of the night is clean, even with as close as they are to the city.]

I'm lost. I should be...gone. Nonexistent. X-ed. But here I am. I don't understand.

" 'True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about our life, ourselves, and the world around us,' " Niko quoted, but gently. He looked sidelong at Proginoskes, then back up at the stars.

The worded Xed jolted that memory hard, the one he couldn't grasp, and for a moment he almost had it - the feel of old yellowed paper and a cover falling to pieces - but it was gone. A book, but he couldn't remember...it was frustrating but worrying at it would get him nowhere. He let it go as it fell away again.

"Perhaps you have been given another task," he said, instead, feeling oddly like it was the right thing to stay, standing here under the stars with the other.

Age:Early twenties
Personality: Sarcastic, laid back, self-serving, just a touch arrogant...ok quite a lot arrogant. He can care about people close to him but he doesn't often show it. He's ambitious but happy to be the power behind the throne, he doesn't need recognition.
Abilities: He's a poet and a good politician, but otherwise he's a completely normal human
Other Notes: He just needs more loooove. He's Roman but I am more than happy to play AU versions. Modern, or there's a western version I play who runs a saloon
Possible Scenarios: Anything just a little bit shady, orgies or whorehouses or bars, he's very much a hedonist, so he's likely to be found in that sort of place. Modern incarnations are probably best set in a bar.
For time-period-appropriate settings, he'd also be found on the battlefield, but in the commander's tent staying out of the fighting.

Age: 27 (as guesstimated)

Personality: Niko is certain, Niko is Zen, Niko is strong and protective. He's got a set of morals that would but a knight to shame. He's an older brother and a warrior of the highest caliber, a modern-day Achilles.

Abilities: If it's a weapon, Niko knows how to use it. His true passion is for blades, though he has been noted as an Olympic-level marksman with a gun. He's also a psychology and History major, a black belt level in several martial arts, a keeper of bonsai and a practitioner of Zen. His main occupation is keeping his half-monster little brother alive and well. He dates a "vegan" vampire on the side.

Other Notes: Niko comes from an urban fantasy series: vampires, werewolves, and flesh-eating elves in New York City. He's seen it all and then some. Also saved the world on the side.

Niko's about 6"2' with long blonde hair he wears in a thick braid past his waist, olive-toned (Gypsy) skin, and grey eyes. He has a prominent nose, but is not bad-looking. He wears all-black clothes and a grey duster over all, hiding his extensive weapons collection from the public eye. Wearing a sword openly in modern-day New York will raise a fuss, after all.

Possible Scenarios: 1. Martial arts in the park: Your character has gotten a little lost in Central Park, but here in this quiet corner you find a tall man with a long blonde braid putting on an impressive display of martial arts with a glittering katana....

2. Stranger in the rain: It's pouring down rain in the streets of the city, and while taking refuge under an awning your character bumps into a stranger.

3. Rescued from...muggers?: Your character went for a walk at night, maybe to see the sights, but there are these muggers...does that one have furry ears? Niko to the rescue!

Edited 2012-07-16 04:43 (UTC)

Age:30's~40's.
Personality: Here.
Abilities: She has nigh-invulverable resistance to injuries. She can survive multiple rounds from machine guns, losing a limb, and jumping out of a window from several stories up, one after another. Also has near-perfect aim with firearms.
Other Notes: Moran's world is very contradictory, as various historical and literary figures exist stimultaneously. For example, Sherlock Holmes is enemies with Arthur Conan Doyle, and HP Lovecraft is good friends with Agatha Christie. She's also from a steampunk version of 1905.
Possible Scenarios:

[Watching and waiting, while not particularly exciting, was as much of an assassin's life as pulling the trigger or sharpening a blade. It may have been dull work for some, however, Moran had long grown used to long stretches of time spent simply monitoring a subject. Slinking after the assigned victim from the shadows, keen eyes traced their every step as they followed the familiar pathway back to their home, waiting for her target to reach their destination.]

Edited 2012-07-16 18:43 (UTC)

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the OBSCURE CHARACTER LOVE open post

Alice L. Malvin | Pumpkin Scissors

Dr Ichiro Irabu ♥ Kuuchuu Buranko

Cliff Secord ✪ The Rocketeer

Cerni Odair - Hunger Games (semi-OC)

Kreutzer Wilhelm XIII | Gundemonium/Hitogata Happa

Booga | Tank Girl

Proginoskes|A Wind in the Door/Time Quintet by Madeline L'Engle

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Gaius Maecenas | Rome | OTA

Niko Leandros | The Cal Leandros novels by Rob Thurman

Sebastian Moran | Shikkoku no Sharnoth