[OOC] App II
Character: Phoenix Wright
Series: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (series)
Character Age: 26
Job: Official Voice of Reason
Canon: Ever wanted to cross-examine a parrot? Yell things at your DS (and actually get a response)? Then this is the game for you. Phoenix Wright (the games, not the person) is a not-at-all-realistic series involving lawyers, goofy lines of logic, and a whole lot of ambiguous gay. Playing as a defense attorney, you have to prove your clients are innocent by finding contradictions in your opponents' testimony. Despite the excessive amount of murder and mayhem involved, the series is inherently light-hearted, reveling in puntastic names and other flights of fancy. Where else can you interrogate a witness helpfully named Frank Sawhit?
In the middle of all this madness is the titular lawyer, Phoenix Wright. Single-minded and devoted, Nick is the kind of guy who believes firmly in the innocence of his clients, no matter how convoluted, crazy, or hilarious the evidence against them gets. Most of his victories spring from his ability to badger the hell out of people and snatch the triumphant truth from the jaws of defeat. This is not to say that Nick is all sunshine and lawyer rainbows; he’s quite sarcastic and often nervous, especially when he ends up being the lone sane guy in a maddening world. Not to mention stubborn. Then again, when the entire world seems determined to screw you and your clients, stubbornness is practically a survival technique. The end of the third game sees him at the apex of his career, with several successful cases behind him … and yet he still can’t rub two pennies together for rent. Nor has he stopped flailing when things get a bit too crazy for his sanity thresholds.
Like all good Ace Attorney protagonists, Nick has an (inner monologue) and a tendency to emphasize important words.
Sample Post:
This can’t possibly be the right place.
Er - I mean, this is almost definitely the wrong place, despite my name on the cabin door. (Is that … blood? More importantly, d-do I really want to know the answer to that?) This was supposed to be an easy job offer. Ms. Sayre, your Camp -- uh -- You Die offered me enough to pay the bills for once, so I was almost hopeful this time. Even with the … colorful entourage that showed up to give me the job in the first place. I’m pretty sure toucans aren’t native to California, and I’m really sure that they don’t go around delivering Camp Summons to eligible young attorneys. But it didn't seem unreasonable at the time. I might have been a little too desperate to think straight. I’m just not sure why you insists on calling a legal consultant a voice of reason. Being a lawyer doesn’t have anything to do with being either sane or logical. The opposite sure seems to be a lot more accurate sometimes. Toucans or not, if I don't have to cross-examine a parrot, then this still isn't the most ridiculous case I've ever had.
But this ... this can't possibly be where I'm supposed to be working! The camp brochure was a little unusual, but it was very clear about certain details. Like the fact that I'm supposed to be working in a swamp. Normally I'd be willing to investigate before jumping to conclusions, but I ... er, stepped in a contradiction as soon as I got here. And now the evidence is all over my shoes. Muck and mud would be understandable, but manure? Where does something like that even come from? The brochure clearly states that this part of Louisiana is mostly populated by robot cows and zombies, both of which would find making manure to be impossible! (Though, if android cows had some kind of electric ... let's not get into that.) That's not even the only impossible thing about this place. If I'm really in a swamp, then why is corn growing here? The fact that a bunch of corn stalks have been following me around all day doesn't make them any more like stalker vines! Even the "tentacle monster" doesn't make sense any more. A radioactive lake is odd enough for Louisiana, but a silo? I don't care how happy she is up there. Octopodes and oatmeal aren't supposed to mix!
Do you understand where I'm going with this, Ms. Sayre? There's just too many contradictions in this situation for it to make any sense. If Camp is supposed to be in a swamp, and this place is clearly neither swamplike or campy, then there's only one conclusion to be drawn: this place can't possibly be Camp -- You Die! The zombie escort that brought me here was dead wrong! How am I supposed to be a voice of reason if the conditions of my employment are completely unreasonable to begin with? In fact, I'm beginning to wonder why you brought me here in the first place. There has to be a true motive behind all of this, and I'm going to find it!
... right after I find something to clean off my shoes. And some aspirin.
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Series: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (series)
Character Age: 26
Job: Official Voice of Reason
Canon: Ever wanted to cross-examine a parrot? Yell things at your DS (and actually get a response)? Then this is the game for you. Phoenix Wright (the games, not the person) is a not-at-all-realistic series involving lawyers, goofy lines of logic, and a whole lot of ambiguous gay. Playing as a defense attorney, you have to prove your clients are innocent by finding contradictions in your opponents' testimony. Despite the excessive amount of murder and mayhem involved, the series is inherently light-hearted, reveling in puntastic names and other flights of fancy. Where else can you interrogate a witness helpfully named Frank Sawhit?
In the middle of all this madness is the titular lawyer, Phoenix Wright. Single-minded and devoted, Nick is the kind of guy who believes firmly in the innocence of his clients, no matter how convoluted, crazy, or hilarious the evidence against them gets. Most of his victories spring from his ability to badger the hell out of people and snatch the triumphant truth from the jaws of defeat. This is not to say that Nick is all sunshine and lawyer rainbows; he’s quite sarcastic and often nervous, especially when he ends up being the lone sane guy in a maddening world. Not to mention stubborn. Then again, when the entire world seems determined to screw you and your clients, stubbornness is practically a survival technique. The end of the third game sees him at the apex of his career, with several successful cases behind him … and yet he still can’t rub two pennies together for rent. Nor has he stopped flailing when things get a bit too crazy for his sanity thresholds.
Like all good Ace Attorney protagonists, Nick has an (inner monologue) and a tendency to emphasize important words.
Sample Post:
This can’t possibly be the right place.
Er - I mean, this is almost definitely the wrong place, despite my name on the cabin door. (Is that … blood? More importantly, d-do I really want to know the answer to that?) This was supposed to be an easy job offer. Ms. Sayre, your Camp -- uh -- You Die offered me enough to pay the bills for once, so I was almost hopeful this time. Even with the … colorful entourage that showed up to give me the job in the first place. I’m pretty sure toucans aren’t native to California, and I’m really sure that they don’t go around delivering Camp Summons to eligible young attorneys. But it didn't seem unreasonable at the time. I might have been a little too desperate to think straight. I’m just not sure why you insists on calling a legal consultant a voice of reason. Being a lawyer doesn’t have anything to do with being either sane or logical. The opposite sure seems to be a lot more accurate sometimes. Toucans or not, if I don't have to cross-examine a parrot, then this still isn't the most ridiculous case I've ever had.
But this ... this can't possibly be where I'm supposed to be working! The camp brochure was a little unusual, but it was very clear about certain details. Like the fact that I'm supposed to be working in a swamp. Normally I'd be willing to investigate before jumping to conclusions, but I ... er, stepped in a contradiction as soon as I got here. And now the evidence is all over my shoes. Muck and mud would be understandable, but manure? Where does something like that even come from? The brochure clearly states that this part of Louisiana is mostly populated by robot cows and zombies, both of which would find making manure to be impossible! (Though, if android cows had some kind of electric ... let's not get into that.) That's not even the only impossible thing about this place. If I'm really in a swamp, then why is corn growing here? The fact that a bunch of corn stalks have been following me around all day doesn't make them any more like stalker vines! Even the "tentacle monster" doesn't make sense any more. A radioactive lake is odd enough for Louisiana, but a silo? I don't care how happy she is up there. Octopodes and oatmeal aren't supposed to mix!
Do you understand where I'm going with this, Ms. Sayre? There's just too many contradictions in this situation for it to make any sense. If Camp is supposed to be in a swamp, and this place is clearly neither swamplike or campy, then there's only one conclusion to be drawn: this place can't possibly be Camp -- You Die! The zombie escort that brought me here was dead wrong! How am I supposed to be a voice of reason if the conditions of my employment are completely unreasonable to begin with? In fact, I'm beginning to wonder why you brought me here in the first place. There has to be a true motive behind all of this, and I'm going to find it!
... right after I find something to clean off my shoes. And some aspirin.
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