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[OOC Information]
Name: Lu
Age: 19
AIM / E-mail / LiveJournal: lluosogrwydd / taeniopygia@yahoo.com / lluosogrwydd
What characters do you play here already, if any? Pinkie Pie
Where did you hear about Just A Game? In Secondcity, where the shadows lie
Have you seen MST3K before? Yes, a bit
[IC Information]
Character Name: Harvey Finevoice
Series: Atop the 4th Wall
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-30s
Species: Human
Appearance: Harvey's of average build, with short brown hair and brown eyes he bears an incredible resemblance to a certain comic book reviewer. A snappy dresser, he's never seen in anything but a tux and a matching hat. Usually he'll have a cigarette as well, in his hand or mouth, though oddly enough he never seems to actually light the thing.
Personality: Harvey's about as smooth as a lounge singer ought to be, with a dash of cockiness on the side. He’s proud of his talents and he's not shy about talking himself up to others, especially dames. Luckily, his confidence is well-placed. He doesn’t just perform for the attention, either; he genuinely loves the music.
Harvey’s also very loyal to his friends. Though he’s rather private and tends to spend a lot of time off doing his own business, he’ll always have someone’s back if they get into trouble, no matter how dangerous the situation. He’s also quite perceptive when it comes to people and their issues. He tends to be able to identify the root of his friends’ problems, and his advice is always good. Basically, Harvey takes care of his people, at least when times are tough. For all that, he’s not particularly open about his own emotions, preferring to be the tough guy.
History: Not much is known about Harvey's history, or indeed his life outside Linkara's house. He's certainly a fairly well-known singer, having performed on stage with the likes of Dean Martin. More recently, he's been attempting to work with Linkara to start his own webshow. Attempting being the key word; the kid's personal problems seem to keep getting in the way. Harvey first got caught up in those when he came to help back Linkara up in the kid's' fight against his evil robot double, Mechakara. Sure, he ran off along with the others when it became obvious that theirs was a losing battle, but it still counts!
When Lord Vyce's influence began to extend itself, Harvey was a much more solid member of the team. Following Linkara's kidnapping, he stuck close to home, helping Pollo manage the show, counseling Iron Liz, and fighting the Shades that beamed down along with Linkara when he returned. He was also on hand after Linkara was beaten by Vyce, and participated in the final assault against the dimensional conqueror.
After Vyce was defeated, things returned to normal for a little while. Harvey restarted his weekly karaoke nights, the gang hung out, and all was well. Until the Ninja-Style Dancer disappeared. Shortly after this, Harvey himself happened across the Book of the Entity. Looking it over, he realized what it was: MISSINGNO. Because he is secretly a huge Pokemon nerd. :p But it was too late; before he could warn anyone of what he'd discovered, the Entity itself arrived and abducted him.
Cambot post sample:
[Harvey looks disheveled and rather unhappy. His hat is missing.]
Word to the wise: when the guys say to stay away from the Tom Servo deck, stay away from the Tom Servo deck! I ain't haulin' any more morons outta there. Little red creeps...
Also, whatever wise guy keeps replacin' all the karaoke CDs with that Black chick's crap - I'm givin' you one chance to bring all the good stuff back, no questions asked. If it ain't there by tomorrow, we're gonna have words.
Third-person log sample:
Harvey leaned against the bar, glancing back at the others as he waited for their drinks. Everyone was in high spirits after getting rid of that Vyce loon. Iron and the kid were cuddlin' up already, Ninja and Pollo were chattin' up a storm, and 90s Kid was passed out in a nearby booth. No one had let him so much as look at the alcohol, of course, but Harvey was pretty sure even the smell was enough to knock the kid out cold.
Harvey wasn't entirely sure he shared their sentiments. To be honest, he didn't entirely agree with the kid's decision to just dump Vyce on some dead world and call it a day. Sure, he got the whole hero schtick, but this wasn't a comic book. In Harvey's world, if you wanted someone gone, you didn't just beat 'em up and leave 'em in a back alley. You got rid of them. Especially when they hurt your people. 'Course, up until recently Harvey's world had also included a notable lack of interdimensional psychos in fancy armor tryin' to off kids. Go figure.
Well, this wasn't Chicago or New York. Hadn't he come here to get away from that sort of thing? And who knew, maybe the kid was right. Shrugging to himself, Harvey collected the drinks and shoved his way through the crowd back to the table. Either way, they'd beat Vyce once already. If he came back, Harvey'd just have to be around to help make sure the bastard learned his lesson this time.
Riff sample:
Irene signaled for a latte with one hand and fingered her long blonde hair with the other twisting it again and again until it spiraled like a golden staircase leading to the top of her head. When the pain started, she wept, expostulating "I don't know what I'll do without Henry."
Harvey: I don't think you know what the word expostulate means either, lady.
"He was the center of the world."
"Even the center of the world has to die sometime." Margaret sat sideways in her chair, her breasts a pair of protruding Alps.
Harvey: Cold, forbiddin' hunks of rock.
"He didn't seem like the kind of man who died," Irene said. "Sometimes, when were in bed, making love, at the very edge of the surf where the waves washed over us again and again, I looked at his face and saw something there that not even all the forces of erosion could ever wash away.
Harvey: Wait, he's made of rock, too? What is this, a Gargoyles fanfiction?
He was a determined man, and in his position he had to be: and I knew that, too, looking up at him wanting only for him to be there forever. He was old, you know: he was around in the seventies and everything. But there was an agelessness to him, a beautiful eternal foreverness that shone from him like the light from a lighthouse, or like the sunlight from the sun. He made me feel like a child again, and I wanted to stay in bed with him, feeling him warm my world, cooled by the waves that washed over us, until the stars went out.
Harvey: Sadly, he only lasted about a minute.
That what I expected anyway. That's what he promised. And now he's dead. His heart's stopped."
Harvey: Yeah, that tends to happen.
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What do you think, sirs?
Name: Lu
Age: 19
AIM / E-mail / LiveJournal: lluosogrwydd / taeniopygia@yahoo.com / lluosogrwydd
What characters do you play here already, if any? Pinkie Pie
Where did you hear about Just A Game? In Secondcity, where the shadows lie
Have you seen MST3K before? Yes, a bit
[IC Information]
Character Name: Harvey Finevoice
Series: Atop the 4th Wall
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-30s
Species: Human
Appearance: Harvey's of average build, with short brown hair and brown eyes he bears an incredible resemblance to a certain comic book reviewer. A snappy dresser, he's never seen in anything but a tux and a matching hat. Usually he'll have a cigarette as well, in his hand or mouth, though oddly enough he never seems to actually light the thing.
Personality: Harvey's about as smooth as a lounge singer ought to be, with a dash of cockiness on the side. He’s proud of his talents and he's not shy about talking himself up to others, especially dames. Luckily, his confidence is well-placed. He doesn’t just perform for the attention, either; he genuinely loves the music.
Harvey’s also very loyal to his friends. Though he’s rather private and tends to spend a lot of time off doing his own business, he’ll always have someone’s back if they get into trouble, no matter how dangerous the situation. He’s also quite perceptive when it comes to people and their issues. He tends to be able to identify the root of his friends’ problems, and his advice is always good. Basically, Harvey takes care of his people, at least when times are tough. For all that, he’s not particularly open about his own emotions, preferring to be the tough guy.
History: Not much is known about Harvey's history, or indeed his life outside Linkara's house. He's certainly a fairly well-known singer, having performed on stage with the likes of Dean Martin. More recently, he's been attempting to work with Linkara to start his own webshow. Attempting being the key word; the kid's personal problems seem to keep getting in the way. Harvey first got caught up in those when he came to help back Linkara up in the kid's' fight against his evil robot double, Mechakara. Sure, he ran off along with the others when it became obvious that theirs was a losing battle, but it still counts!
When Lord Vyce's influence began to extend itself, Harvey was a much more solid member of the team. Following Linkara's kidnapping, he stuck close to home, helping Pollo manage the show, counseling Iron Liz, and fighting the Shades that beamed down along with Linkara when he returned. He was also on hand after Linkara was beaten by Vyce, and participated in the final assault against the dimensional conqueror.
After Vyce was defeated, things returned to normal for a little while. Harvey restarted his weekly karaoke nights, the gang hung out, and all was well. Until the Ninja-Style Dancer disappeared. Shortly after this, Harvey himself happened across the Book of the Entity. Looking it over, he realized what it was: MISSINGNO. Because he is secretly a huge Pokemon nerd. :p But it was too late; before he could warn anyone of what he'd discovered, the Entity itself arrived and abducted him.
Cambot post sample:
[Harvey looks disheveled and rather unhappy. His hat is missing.]
Word to the wise: when the guys say to stay away from the Tom Servo deck, stay away from the Tom Servo deck! I ain't haulin' any more morons outta there. Little red creeps...
Also, whatever wise guy keeps replacin' all the karaoke CDs with that Black chick's crap - I'm givin' you one chance to bring all the good stuff back, no questions asked. If it ain't there by tomorrow, we're gonna have words.
Third-person log sample:
Harvey leaned against the bar, glancing back at the others as he waited for their drinks. Everyone was in high spirits after getting rid of that Vyce loon. Iron and the kid were cuddlin' up already, Ninja and Pollo were chattin' up a storm, and 90s Kid was passed out in a nearby booth. No one had let him so much as look at the alcohol, of course, but Harvey was pretty sure even the smell was enough to knock the kid out cold.
Harvey wasn't entirely sure he shared their sentiments. To be honest, he didn't entirely agree with the kid's decision to just dump Vyce on some dead world and call it a day. Sure, he got the whole hero schtick, but this wasn't a comic book. In Harvey's world, if you wanted someone gone, you didn't just beat 'em up and leave 'em in a back alley. You got rid of them. Especially when they hurt your people. 'Course, up until recently Harvey's world had also included a notable lack of interdimensional psychos in fancy armor tryin' to off kids. Go figure.
Well, this wasn't Chicago or New York. Hadn't he come here to get away from that sort of thing? And who knew, maybe the kid was right. Shrugging to himself, Harvey collected the drinks and shoved his way through the crowd back to the table. Either way, they'd beat Vyce once already. If he came back, Harvey'd just have to be around to help make sure the bastard learned his lesson this time.
Riff sample:
Irene signaled for a latte with one hand and fingered her long blonde hair with the other twisting it again and again until it spiraled like a golden staircase leading to the top of her head. When the pain started, she wept, expostulating "I don't know what I'll do without Henry."
Harvey: I don't think you know what the word expostulate means either, lady.
"He was the center of the world."
"Even the center of the world has to die sometime." Margaret sat sideways in her chair, her breasts a pair of protruding Alps.
Harvey: Cold, forbiddin' hunks of rock.
"He didn't seem like the kind of man who died," Irene said. "Sometimes, when were in bed, making love, at the very edge of the surf where the waves washed over us again and again, I looked at his face and saw something there that not even all the forces of erosion could ever wash away.
Harvey: Wait, he's made of rock, too? What is this, a Gargoyles fanfiction?
He was a determined man, and in his position he had to be: and I knew that, too, looking up at him wanting only for him to be there forever. He was old, you know: he was around in the seventies and everything. But there was an agelessness to him, a beautiful eternal foreverness that shone from him like the light from a lighthouse, or like the sunlight from the sun. He made me feel like a child again, and I wanted to stay in bed with him, feeling him warm my world, cooled by the waves that washed over us, until the stars went out.
Harvey: Sadly, he only lasted about a minute.
That what I expected anyway. That's what he promised. And now he's dead. His heart's stopped."
Harvey: Yeah, that tends to happen.
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What do you think, sirs?