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Character: Jay
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character Age: 16
Canon: Rumoured to be the greatest source of information on the Legacy, a large earthship in the middle of the ocean, Jay the Unseen is renowned as a master informant. No one knows more about the world than the Unseen. ... hence the minor shock the main party receives when they discover that Jay is none other than a snarky boy who takes great pleasure in getting the rise out of his companions with his caustic remarks.
Resembling a cross between a goth clown and a China doll and capable of moves that would make any modern day hip-hop star jealous, Jay assumes the position of the cool-headed tactician in the group, acting much older than he actually is. Competition intrigues him; he's admitted again and again that he's always interested in finding out who really is better when two people are good at the same thing. To put it simply? Jay's a brat.
However, even he can't stand up to the singing, dancing otters that practically raised him, and will inevitably cave whenever they ask him for anything. Go figure.
Sample Post:
Hmm. I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
No matter. It's just another opportunity, in the end. Come to think of it, I almost feel at home here, what with the deformed monsters and the ninjas and what have you. The only difference is that the zombies make for much better conversation than the idiots I'm used to.
But really, what's with all of you? You've got roofs over your little heads, three square meals a day, and more targets for practice than anyone could possibly dream of. Granted, when I say square, I do mean square, but a meal's a meal. Yet here you all are. Complaining! The flora is, once again, threatening your chastity? You have a shotgun for a reason, you know. Shoot the roots! The food has turned you into some random abomination that is reminiscent of a deranged Mad-Lib? Like, for example, a tap-dancing chihuahua? Then let's try not eating the first thing you see laying on the ground for once.
Besides, all your moaning is disturbing my little friends by those banks over there. Your angst? Is not good for their habitat.
If that's all good and clear, then allow me to introduce myself. Jay the Unseen here, and as the name would indicate, information is my game. You want to deal? It'll cost you, of course, but I'm sure we can work out something that's ... fair. Business is business, after all.
In the meantime, if you don't mind -- which you don't, of course -- I'll just be over here, doing what I do best. Ah, and one last thing! Don't worry about finding me. If I really need you, I'll simply track you down myself. After all, if a pack of purple primates can do it, why can't I?
Aaaaaaand it went something like this.
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character Age: 16
Canon: Rumoured to be the greatest source of information on the Legacy, a large earthship in the middle of the ocean, Jay the Unseen is renowned as a master informant. No one knows more about the world than the Unseen. ... hence the minor shock the main party receives when they discover that Jay is none other than a snarky boy who takes great pleasure in getting the rise out of his companions with his caustic remarks.
Resembling a cross between a goth clown and a China doll and capable of moves that would make any modern day hip-hop star jealous, Jay assumes the position of the cool-headed tactician in the group, acting much older than he actually is. Competition intrigues him; he's admitted again and again that he's always interested in finding out who really is better when two people are good at the same thing. To put it simply? Jay's a brat.
However, even he can't stand up to the singing, dancing otters that practically raised him, and will inevitably cave whenever they ask him for anything. Go figure.
Sample Post:
Hmm. I knew I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
No matter. It's just another opportunity, in the end. Come to think of it, I almost feel at home here, what with the deformed monsters and the ninjas and what have you. The only difference is that the zombies make for much better conversation than the idiots I'm used to.
But really, what's with all of you? You've got roofs over your little heads, three square meals a day, and more targets for practice than anyone could possibly dream of. Granted, when I say square, I do mean square, but a meal's a meal. Yet here you all are. Complaining! The flora is, once again, threatening your chastity? You have a shotgun for a reason, you know. Shoot the roots! The food has turned you into some random abomination that is reminiscent of a deranged Mad-Lib? Like, for example, a tap-dancing chihuahua? Then let's try not eating the first thing you see laying on the ground for once.
Besides, all your moaning is disturbing my little friends by those banks over there. Your angst? Is not good for their habitat.
If that's all good and clear, then allow me to introduce myself. Jay the Unseen here, and as the name would indicate, information is my game. You want to deal? It'll cost you, of course, but I'm sure we can work out something that's ... fair. Business is business, after all.
In the meantime, if you don't mind -- which you don't, of course -- I'll just be over here, doing what I do best. Ah, and one last thing! Don't worry about finding me. If I really need you, I'll simply track you down myself. After all, if a pack of purple primates can do it, why can't I?
Aaaaaaand it went something like this.