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NAME: Harlock
CANON SOURCE: Cosmo Warrior Zero
TIMELINE: Post-episode 13, sometime around the start of CWZ Gaiden
CANON ABILITIES: He's just a really good shot, but nothing powers-y.
PERSONALITY:
Harlock is a man ruled by his own personal code of honor. Life freely, let others live just as free, but by God if you pull a gun on me please, enjoy that bullet I'll be putting in your forehead, thanks! He's got a Good Guy streak that's slightly stained by Cocky Bastard syndrome: the guy won't bow out of a fight or pick the easy road just because it's easy. Rather than skirt along casually, Harlock prefers a challenge, no matter how daunting.
That doesn't mean he's out to play the hero, though. He's not fighting for the greater good because it's the right thing to do--it probably just coincides with some goal he wants to achieve himself. Selfish? Maybe. But he's not really phased by judgement or labels. So long as he can look at himself and be satisfied with what he sees, to hell with the rest.
Aside from that, he's good to his friends, fair to his enemies, and always polite to women (unless they're really asking for it). If he makes a promise, he keeps it unconditionally, for better or worse. He respects the rights of the innocent and the guilty and cherishes his personal freedom above all else.
CANON HISTORY:
Let it be known that this is not your eyepatch-sporting Harlock of worldwide fame. Matsumoto is known to take his characters' histories and completely rehash at will to make a story click, and that's what he did with this incarnation. This is a pre-Arcadia Harlock, complete with both eyes and a completely different ship called the Deathshadow.
Harlock is reknown as the most dangerous space pirate, top billing on most wanted posters, and considered a general menace to earth authority. In this canon, machine men and humankind had a huge butting of heads leading to the machine occupation of Earth. Harlock pretty much says "fuck this noise" and books it, regarding this government with distaste. He makes a pest of himself, raiding transport ships and the like, taking what he wants when he wants for whatever reason he wants. The entire show revolves around a military man and his crew on a mission to capture Harlock and bring him to justice. They end up working together with him to stop the (unsurprisingly) corrupt machine government from doing Very Bad Things.
There's a point where the big bads decides to make douches of themselves by framing Harlock and his crew for a bunch of civilian attacks, and after being fed false data, lead the actual Deathshadow into attacking an innocent machineman settlement. Harlock does not approve, and decides to stop focusing on smalltime ship raiding and go straight to the source, not without butting heads with the show's protangonist over teamwork and all that hoohah.
From the beginning of the show up until the weirdly cracky end, Harlock manages to outsmart the protagonist more than once, show off his mad shooting skills and affinity for weird animals, and develop a bit of a competative bromance with the main character. There's also a mushroom planet and...toilet diving. All that and Harlock still maintains his cocky badassery, but kind of had to check in the GAR he acquired from other series at the door.
HOW DIFFERENT DO YOU WANT THE MEMORIES TO BE FROM THEIR CANON?
This space pirate will believe he's spent a a good portion of the twenties bootlegging. For himself and his friends, naturally--not for profit. He's lived a pretty modest life as far as materialism goes, and that's suited him just fine. His long lost friend Tochiro (a name he could never forget, no matter how much memory-mucking there is), he believes, is off and away modifying a new vehicle for the pair of them. All he has to do is wait for the word and head on back for a new adventure.
He's got himself a pretty speedy, dingy car that gets him around the country at his leisure (taxes? what taxes?), has no papers of identification to his name, but his mug's on the corkboard of many a sherriff's office for anything from petty theft to alleged murder. Bonnie and Clyde without the Bonnie (his romantic life is the pits, did I mention that before?). He's got himself a pretty fancy set of six-shooters that look like they came off a pirate boat, and he's usually wearing/carrying on his person something Jolly Roger'd. He just likes the concept, really.
For whatever reason he doesn't get, he's got a love of stars and the night sky, and prefers vast, open spaces. It's the best you can do when your real home is the sea of stars itself, I suppose!
As for his canon enemy of machinemen, those would be authority/government-types. He doesn't really like them. :V
PLANS FOR YOUR CHARACTER:
Rather than play vigilante like some, or derpy free spirit like Isaac, I want to see how Harlock butts heads with the established authority when there's no spaceship to climb on and zoom away on. I'd like to see what friendships he'd make and enemies he'd take a shot at, and all that jazz. :] Hell, it'd be amazing if his own little mini-Arcadia crew started forming somehow, but we'll see.
SAMPLES
LOG SAMPLE:
I hate the way this city smells. I wonder how long it takes for someone to get used to that much garbage choking your lungs and strips your memory of fresh grass and river water. I just wonder, though--I have no desire to know. It's a shame how many people I hear tell me they've got no choice but to put up with it. Wasn't the frontier conquered by more ambitious people than this?
It's not without its charm, though. You don't see as many beautiful, exotic women out in Appalachia, that's for sure. I wouldn't mind spending a week or so listening to that girl across the room talk. She's got such a laugh.
I have to wave away a fifth offer for a cigarette. The disapproving frown I get when I do that is kind of worth it--sorry, gent. I'm sparing you from having to buy more sooner, aren't I? Appreciate that!
God, that laugh. That better not be her date--he looks old enough to be her father. If she'd just look over here an--
Now, what was that look for, I wonder? Something on my face (besides the scar)?
Huh. Now the walrus is looking my way. What a scary face. I hope he doesn't think to have a fight over looking at things in a public place.
Here he comes. I can't help but sigh a little: this seems to happen a lot for some reason.
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
I've decided to make my own constellations. It's not fair for the Greeks (Romans?) to have the star monopoly--
It's my sky too, is it not?
(Orion never looked like any sort of gent anyway.)
The drinking gourd can stay just because I'm not here to shake things up.
Now who wants to suddenly be nice to me & get their own stars named after them? :)
CANON SOURCE: Cosmo Warrior Zero
TIMELINE: Post-episode 13, sometime around the start of CWZ Gaiden
CANON ABILITIES: He's just a really good shot, but nothing powers-y.
PERSONALITY:
Harlock is a man ruled by his own personal code of honor. Life freely, let others live just as free, but by God if you pull a gun on me please, enjoy that bullet I'll be putting in your forehead, thanks! He's got a Good Guy streak that's slightly stained by Cocky Bastard syndrome: the guy won't bow out of a fight or pick the easy road just because it's easy. Rather than skirt along casually, Harlock prefers a challenge, no matter how daunting.
That doesn't mean he's out to play the hero, though. He's not fighting for the greater good because it's the right thing to do--it probably just coincides with some goal he wants to achieve himself. Selfish? Maybe. But he's not really phased by judgement or labels. So long as he can look at himself and be satisfied with what he sees, to hell with the rest.
Aside from that, he's good to his friends, fair to his enemies, and always polite to women (unless they're really asking for it). If he makes a promise, he keeps it unconditionally, for better or worse. He respects the rights of the innocent and the guilty and cherishes his personal freedom above all else.
CANON HISTORY:
Let it be known that this is not your eyepatch-sporting Harlock of worldwide fame. Matsumoto is known to take his characters' histories and completely rehash at will to make a story click, and that's what he did with this incarnation. This is a pre-Arcadia Harlock, complete with both eyes and a completely different ship called the Deathshadow.
Harlock is reknown as the most dangerous space pirate, top billing on most wanted posters, and considered a general menace to earth authority. In this canon, machine men and humankind had a huge butting of heads leading to the machine occupation of Earth. Harlock pretty much says "fuck this noise" and books it, regarding this government with distaste. He makes a pest of himself, raiding transport ships and the like, taking what he wants when he wants for whatever reason he wants. The entire show revolves around a military man and his crew on a mission to capture Harlock and bring him to justice. They end up working together with him to stop the (unsurprisingly) corrupt machine government from doing Very Bad Things.
There's a point where the big bads decides to make douches of themselves by framing Harlock and his crew for a bunch of civilian attacks, and after being fed false data, lead the actual Deathshadow into attacking an innocent machineman settlement. Harlock does not approve, and decides to stop focusing on smalltime ship raiding and go straight to the source, not without butting heads with the show's protangonist over teamwork and all that hoohah.
From the beginning of the show up until the weirdly cracky end, Harlock manages to outsmart the protagonist more than once, show off his mad shooting skills and affinity for weird animals, and develop a bit of a competative bromance with the main character. There's also a mushroom planet and...toilet diving. All that and Harlock still maintains his cocky badassery, but kind of had to check in the GAR he acquired from other series at the door.
HOW DIFFERENT DO YOU WANT THE MEMORIES TO BE FROM THEIR CANON?
This space pirate will believe he's spent a a good portion of the twenties bootlegging. For himself and his friends, naturally--not for profit. He's lived a pretty modest life as far as materialism goes, and that's suited him just fine. His long lost friend Tochiro (a name he could never forget, no matter how much memory-mucking there is), he believes, is off and away modifying a new vehicle for the pair of them. All he has to do is wait for the word and head on back for a new adventure.
He's got himself a pretty speedy, dingy car that gets him around the country at his leisure (taxes? what taxes?), has no papers of identification to his name, but his mug's on the corkboard of many a sherriff's office for anything from petty theft to alleged murder. Bonnie and Clyde without the Bonnie (his romantic life is the pits, did I mention that before?). He's got himself a pretty fancy set of six-shooters that look like they came off a pirate boat, and he's usually wearing/carrying on his person something Jolly Roger'd. He just likes the concept, really.
For whatever reason he doesn't get, he's got a love of stars and the night sky, and prefers vast, open spaces. It's the best you can do when your real home is the sea of stars itself, I suppose!
As for his canon enemy of machinemen, those would be authority/government-types. He doesn't really like them. :V
PLANS FOR YOUR CHARACTER:
Rather than play vigilante like some, or derpy free spirit like Isaac, I want to see how Harlock butts heads with the established authority when there's no spaceship to climb on and zoom away on. I'd like to see what friendships he'd make and enemies he'd take a shot at, and all that jazz. :] Hell, it'd be amazing if his own little mini-Arcadia crew started forming somehow, but we'll see.
SAMPLES
LOG SAMPLE:
I hate the way this city smells. I wonder how long it takes for someone to get used to that much garbage choking your lungs and strips your memory of fresh grass and river water. I just wonder, though--I have no desire to know. It's a shame how many people I hear tell me they've got no choice but to put up with it. Wasn't the frontier conquered by more ambitious people than this?
It's not without its charm, though. You don't see as many beautiful, exotic women out in Appalachia, that's for sure. I wouldn't mind spending a week or so listening to that girl across the room talk. She's got such a laugh.
I have to wave away a fifth offer for a cigarette. The disapproving frown I get when I do that is kind of worth it--sorry, gent. I'm sparing you from having to buy more sooner, aren't I? Appreciate that!
God, that laugh. That better not be her date--he looks old enough to be her father. If she'd just look over here an--
Now, what was that look for, I wonder? Something on my face (besides the scar)?
Huh. Now the walrus is looking my way. What a scary face. I hope he doesn't think to have a fight over looking at things in a public place.
Here he comes. I can't help but sigh a little: this seems to happen a lot for some reason.
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
I've decided to make my own constellations. It's not fair for the Greeks (Romans?) to have the star monopoly--
It's my sky too, is it not?
(Orion never looked like any sort of gent anyway.)
The drinking gourd can stay just because I'm not here to shake things up.
Now who wants to suddenly be nice to me & get their own stars named after them? :)