Route 29 Application for Ocelot
Player
Name: Silent
Livejournal Username: callmeadam
E-mail: my.kadaj@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: darkladyselkis
Timezone: Eastern
Current Characters in Route: none atm.
Character
Name: Ocelot
Series: Metal Gear Solid
Timeline: 1964, about a week after Operation Snake Eater
Canon Resource Links: metalgear.wikia.com/wiki/Ocelot
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot_%28Metal_Gear%29
Affiliation: Trainer.
Personality: Cocky, self-assured, perhaps a tad overconfident, and quite flamboyant, Ocelot walks into a room like he’s starring in his own private western film. He’s got a flair for the dramatic, pausing and preening when necessary. His manner speaks volumes- of his youth and of his abilities. He knows he’s good, and won’t hesitate to show it. This is only a piece of the man whose real name is Adamska, and whose codename was ADAM.
He’s incredibly intelligent, able to keep track of information and complex plans whilst triple crossing his employers. Everything is carefully calculated, all outcomes analyzed for the most likely finish to the situation, and he prepares accordingly. He knows how to provoke, what words and gestures to use to get what he needs. He’s a chess master in the making. He’s still rough around the edges, lacking the years that will polish him into a master planner.
And then there’s his youth. For all of his practice, training, and careful appearance, a person can come along and get him flustered. He’s quick to love and quick to anger. He trusts few people, but he trusts them with his life. What loyalties he does have, he holds dear. He has hopes, dreams, and a nasty competitive streak. He’s just recently become fascinated with sadism, and is a budding torture technician, considering torture to be “the ultimate form of expression”. Over all, this triple agent is quite the triple threat.
Strengths/Weaknesses: He’s an amazing copycat, meaning he can pick up abilities rapidly after only seeing them a few times. He managed to pick up some serious CQC moves only after seeing them performed a few times. The problem with this is that since he doesn’t learn things the long way, he’s apt to screw up something simple, like when he attempted to reload his Makarov by hand and jammed the bullet. He’s quite talented with his hands, demonstrating ambidexterity and skill at intricate gun tricks.
He’s got a sharp mind, and formal military and Spetsnaz (Russian Special Forces) training. One of the things he hasn’t got a handle on is his emotions. He’s highly excitable, though he’s able to suppress emotions like sadness. Love and anger, however, are very visible in him.
Pokemon
Starter: Mareep.
Password: French Toast
Samples
First Person Sample: The name’s Ocelot. Major Ocelot. You know why I’m here. I want that badge. I’m going to collect them all. Others may have said that, too, but they’re not me. I don’t doubt your abilities, either. You ready? Good. Let’s settle this, once and for all. I choose you!
Third Person Sample: He looked down at the little sheep-like creature that was rubbing up against his legs. It was odd, and it kept bleating the word “Mareep”. He gently patted it on the head, and it did a little dance. This made him smile.
“Hey there, little fella. Don’t suppose you know how I got here?” He’d always been fond of sheep and goats, especially the wild markhors that roamed around Tselinoyarsk. This strange little creature, was this thing what the man was talking about? Was it a “pokémon”?
He took a good look around. The old man was giving that talk over and over again. He didn’t seem to be helpful. The town was rather small, and over there was a pathway leading out. He’d already explored the backpack- clothes that weren’t his, clothes line, a bag lunch, traveling supplies… it was almost as though someone expected him to go on a journey. Why was he here?
Well, he wasn’t going to get any answers here. He shouldered the bag again, heading towards the path out of town. His spurs jingled as he walked. The little mareep followed him, bouncing along quite merrily at his side. He looked down at it.
“You know, if you keep following me, I’m going to have to give you a name.”
The mareep tilted its head, looking at him expectantly.
“Hmm… you remind me of the markhors back home. What about Markhor, then?”
The little mareep bounced and bleated. It seemed to like that.
“Well, then. Markhor it is.” He grinned a little, giving it his signature pistol-like hand gesture. “You’re pretty good, Markhor.”
He stood at the edge of the tall grass, looking down at Markhor.
“You ready?” The mareep bleated. “Alright then. Let’s see where this leads us.”
With that, he disappeared into the tall grass with his mareep, the jingling of his spurs the only indication that he was there at all.
Name: Silent
Livejournal Username: callmeadam
E-mail: my.kadaj@gmail.com
AIM/MSN: darkladyselkis
Timezone: Eastern
Current Characters in Route: none atm.
Character
Name: Ocelot
Series: Metal Gear Solid
Timeline: 1964, about a week after Operation Snake Eater
Canon Resource Links: metalgear.wikia.com/wiki/Ocelot
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot_%28Metal_Gear%29
Affiliation: Trainer.
Personality: Cocky, self-assured, perhaps a tad overconfident, and quite flamboyant, Ocelot walks into a room like he’s starring in his own private western film. He’s got a flair for the dramatic, pausing and preening when necessary. His manner speaks volumes- of his youth and of his abilities. He knows he’s good, and won’t hesitate to show it. This is only a piece of the man whose real name is Adamska, and whose codename was ADAM.
He’s incredibly intelligent, able to keep track of information and complex plans whilst triple crossing his employers. Everything is carefully calculated, all outcomes analyzed for the most likely finish to the situation, and he prepares accordingly. He knows how to provoke, what words and gestures to use to get what he needs. He’s a chess master in the making. He’s still rough around the edges, lacking the years that will polish him into a master planner.
And then there’s his youth. For all of his practice, training, and careful appearance, a person can come along and get him flustered. He’s quick to love and quick to anger. He trusts few people, but he trusts them with his life. What loyalties he does have, he holds dear. He has hopes, dreams, and a nasty competitive streak. He’s just recently become fascinated with sadism, and is a budding torture technician, considering torture to be “the ultimate form of expression”. Over all, this triple agent is quite the triple threat.
Strengths/Weaknesses: He’s an amazing copycat, meaning he can pick up abilities rapidly after only seeing them a few times. He managed to pick up some serious CQC moves only after seeing them performed a few times. The problem with this is that since he doesn’t learn things the long way, he’s apt to screw up something simple, like when he attempted to reload his Makarov by hand and jammed the bullet. He’s quite talented with his hands, demonstrating ambidexterity and skill at intricate gun tricks.
He’s got a sharp mind, and formal military and Spetsnaz (Russian Special Forces) training. One of the things he hasn’t got a handle on is his emotions. He’s highly excitable, though he’s able to suppress emotions like sadness. Love and anger, however, are very visible in him.
Pokemon
Starter: Mareep.
Password: French Toast
Samples
First Person Sample: The name’s Ocelot. Major Ocelot. You know why I’m here. I want that badge. I’m going to collect them all. Others may have said that, too, but they’re not me. I don’t doubt your abilities, either. You ready? Good. Let’s settle this, once and for all. I choose you!
Third Person Sample: He looked down at the little sheep-like creature that was rubbing up against his legs. It was odd, and it kept bleating the word “Mareep”. He gently patted it on the head, and it did a little dance. This made him smile.
“Hey there, little fella. Don’t suppose you know how I got here?” He’d always been fond of sheep and goats, especially the wild markhors that roamed around Tselinoyarsk. This strange little creature, was this thing what the man was talking about? Was it a “pokémon”?
He took a good look around. The old man was giving that talk over and over again. He didn’t seem to be helpful. The town was rather small, and over there was a pathway leading out. He’d already explored the backpack- clothes that weren’t his, clothes line, a bag lunch, traveling supplies… it was almost as though someone expected him to go on a journey. Why was he here?
Well, he wasn’t going to get any answers here. He shouldered the bag again, heading towards the path out of town. His spurs jingled as he walked. The little mareep followed him, bouncing along quite merrily at his side. He looked down at it.
“You know, if you keep following me, I’m going to have to give you a name.”
The mareep tilted its head, looking at him expectantly.
“Hmm… you remind me of the markhors back home. What about Markhor, then?”
The little mareep bounced and bleated. It seemed to like that.
“Well, then. Markhor it is.” He grinned a little, giving it his signature pistol-like hand gesture. “You’re pretty good, Markhor.”
He stood at the edge of the tall grass, looking down at Markhor.
“You ready?” The mareep bleated. “Alright then. Let’s see where this leads us.”
With that, he disappeared into the tall grass with his mareep, the jingling of his spurs the only indication that he was there at all.