application for gothamknights
Canon Character Application
Player Name: Ian
Player LJ: pridefall
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM; priestlyish
Player Email: meaculpable AT live DOT com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Yep.
Character Info
Character Name: Streptococcus-Pyogenes // Thrax, The Red Death
Fandom: Osmosis Jones
Timeline: Post-Film.
Game Specific Info
Why do you want to play this character here?
Honestly, I'd play Thrax anywhere if I could -- which, I know, I know, is not the best way to start out a question like this -- but! It's the truth. Thrax is one of those characters that I instantly connected with upon seeing on the big screen, and I feel like his short-lived stint as a villain in Osmosis Jones is almost an insult to how much sheer presence his actor gives him just through his words. Thrax is, at times, both suave and deadly, charming and amoral, a sociopath focused on only making a name for himself in the medicine books and a calm, collected mafiaoso who has others flock to him just because he exists. He's the man who killed a woman in forty-eight hours from the inside out, the man who killed his subordinates when they didn't agree to his lofty demands; he is, through and through, a driven individual who will do anything to get what he wants -- and I enjoy showing that. I love playing Thrax and having him worm himself into plots.
Why do you believe this character fits into this game’s setting?
Thrax is a big city kind of guy. He flourishes in places where the unexpected isn't the norm, where he can enter into an ecosystem and shake things up. He's the type who starts out small, knocking out lesser evils until he's the biggest badass on the block; in this respect, Gotham, with its hundreds of mob-bosses and gangsters, is like paradise for him. He's got challenges to overcome, people to bribe, seduce, or kill to get out of the way, and the ever-annoying presence of people like Batman to watch out for. If he wasn't from Osmosis Jones, he'd probably be a warped DC comics supervillain by now.
What are your plans for your character in this game?
He's going to enter into Gotham a nobody, and come out -- hopefully -- as a somebody. The boy wants his name in the history books, and he'll do anything to get it there....Even if it means stepping on some toes in the meanwhile.
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
In every body, there was a certain order to how things were run.
The spine connected the bones and the nerves to the brain, the brain cells maintained the limbic system so that the rest ran without incident, and the reds and blues took to their day-to-day jobs in the bloodstreams and organs with gusto. When problems arose, the Whiteys always ended up protecting the rest of the body with their lives, enlisting the help of vaccines and anti-bodies to do their dirty work when they couldn’t cut it. Viruses were always treated as outsiders, with infections and the like either being destroyed outright or “euthanized” by the help of human “Doctors” with their scalpels and their surgeries.
It was a perfect, self-enabling system.
Thrax hated every moment of it.
The order, the structure of it all felt so unnatural to him. So perfect. Every living organism tried to make the human body a giant, well-oiled machine, with all of its parts working together and staying in their place like good little slaves should have, but not one of them ever thought to think that what they were doing was wrong.
The world thrived on chaos. On being b better than what had come before. Thrax had survived over two hundred and fifty-eight separate cases of total systemic failure in both human- and animal- kind, had beaten and scraped his way to the top when all others died before him.
He knew that nothing ever changed -- he was a survivor in every sense of the word, an evolutionist given the chance to live as long as he kept going forward.
And, if a few trillion cells had to die in the process?
So be it.
Life worked in cycles, anyway.
When a human was born, the viruses came at it hard and fast, each of them doing their best job to gain a foothold anywhere that they could, spreading and multiplying until they were either pushed back, or owned their very own slice of a decomposing Eden.
When a human died, however, the opposite was true. Viruses killed everything in their paths to find a way out of their newly made prisons, forgoing all reason or sense viral “brotherhood” to simply evolve, devour, and escape over the bodies of the fallen.
Nothing ever changed.
…This however, might’ve been decided different.
He looked around himself, standing up and adjusting how his trench coat felt against his crimson frame; how the fabric sat against his solid arms, chest, and neck. It was an alien, almost perverted sensation he was sure none of his kind had ever felt before, and just as the stale, cold air of wherever he was reminded him of how frozen it felt to fall into a cup of alcohol, he was sure he would never forget it.
The door in front of him opened, and he stepped up to his full height, smiling.
"We gonna have a funky good time here~"
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
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To do list for the week:
+ Get that sweet little Red t’cough up where she’s keepin’ the stash of Serotonin she stole from Hans, then gut her for lyin’ t’me about where they were in the first place. Get James t’dispose of the body somewhere in the liver. Laugh.
+ Dodge the heat down south for fuckin’ with--Strike that: make that Pig that broke Jasper’s arm disappear. No one’s gonna be messin’ with me or mine this week.
+ Cut off Jasper from this week’s shipment of Adrenaline for makin’ such a dumb-shit mistake like trustin’ a Whitey in the first-place.
+ Find out when and where the next shipment of Norepinephrine’s gonna be dropped off by “Them up Above,” and jack it before the Whites or any a’the other gangs can sink ‘nta it. Smarmy bastards’re gettin’ too cozy for comfort.
+ See Kendra about hirin’ someone from the Galblads t’run up to the lungs for a recruitment drive. This gomer’s been takin’ up smokin’ again, and Nico’d want in on what’s gonna be goin’ down in the stomach sooner rather than later.
+ Sleep
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Player Name: Ian
Player LJ: pridefall
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: AIM; priestlyish
Player Email: meaculpable AT live DOT com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Yep.
Character Info
Character Name: Streptococcus-Pyogenes // Thrax, The Red Death
Fandom: Osmosis Jones
Timeline: Post-Film.
Game Specific Info
Why do you want to play this character here?
Honestly, I'd play Thrax anywhere if I could -- which, I know, I know, is not the best way to start out a question like this -- but! It's the truth. Thrax is one of those characters that I instantly connected with upon seeing on the big screen, and I feel like his short-lived stint as a villain in Osmosis Jones is almost an insult to how much sheer presence his actor gives him just through his words. Thrax is, at times, both suave and deadly, charming and amoral, a sociopath focused on only making a name for himself in the medicine books and a calm, collected mafiaoso who has others flock to him just because he exists. He's the man who killed a woman in forty-eight hours from the inside out, the man who killed his subordinates when they didn't agree to his lofty demands; he is, through and through, a driven individual who will do anything to get what he wants -- and I enjoy showing that. I love playing Thrax and having him worm himself into plots.
Why do you believe this character fits into this game’s setting?
Thrax is a big city kind of guy. He flourishes in places where the unexpected isn't the norm, where he can enter into an ecosystem and shake things up. He's the type who starts out small, knocking out lesser evils until he's the biggest badass on the block; in this respect, Gotham, with its hundreds of mob-bosses and gangsters, is like paradise for him. He's got challenges to overcome, people to bribe, seduce, or kill to get out of the way, and the ever-annoying presence of people like Batman to watch out for. If he wasn't from Osmosis Jones, he'd probably be a warped DC comics supervillain by now.
What are your plans for your character in this game?
He's going to enter into Gotham a nobody, and come out -- hopefully -- as a somebody. The boy wants his name in the history books, and he'll do anything to get it there....Even if it means stepping on some toes in the meanwhile.
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
In every body, there was a certain order to how things were run.
The spine connected the bones and the nerves to the brain, the brain cells maintained the limbic system so that the rest ran without incident, and the reds and blues took to their day-to-day jobs in the bloodstreams and organs with gusto. When problems arose, the Whiteys always ended up protecting the rest of the body with their lives, enlisting the help of vaccines and anti-bodies to do their dirty work when they couldn’t cut it. Viruses were always treated as outsiders, with infections and the like either being destroyed outright or “euthanized” by the help of human “Doctors” with their scalpels and their surgeries.
It was a perfect, self-enabling system.
Thrax hated every moment of it.
The order, the structure of it all felt so unnatural to him. So perfect. Every living organism tried to make the human body a giant, well-oiled machine, with all of its parts working together and staying in their place like good little slaves should have, but not one of them ever thought to think that what they were doing was wrong.
The world thrived on chaos. On being b better than what had come before. Thrax had survived over two hundred and fifty-eight separate cases of total systemic failure in both human- and animal- kind, had beaten and scraped his way to the top when all others died before him.
He knew that nothing ever changed -- he was a survivor in every sense of the word, an evolutionist given the chance to live as long as he kept going forward.
And, if a few trillion cells had to die in the process?
So be it.
Life worked in cycles, anyway.
When a human was born, the viruses came at it hard and fast, each of them doing their best job to gain a foothold anywhere that they could, spreading and multiplying until they were either pushed back, or owned their very own slice of a decomposing Eden.
When a human died, however, the opposite was true. Viruses killed everything in their paths to find a way out of their newly made prisons, forgoing all reason or sense viral “brotherhood” to simply evolve, devour, and escape over the bodies of the fallen.
Nothing ever changed.
…This however, might’ve been decided different.
He looked around himself, standing up and adjusting how his trench coat felt against his crimson frame; how the fabric sat against his solid arms, chest, and neck. It was an alien, almost perverted sensation he was sure none of his kind had ever felt before, and just as the stale, cold air of wherever he was reminded him of how frozen it felt to fall into a cup of alcohol, he was sure he would never forget it.
The door in front of him opened, and he stepped up to his full height, smiling.
"We gonna have a funky good time here~"
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
[ Private ]
To do list for the week:
+ Get that sweet little Red t’cough up where she’s keepin’ the stash of Serotonin she stole from Hans, then gut her for lyin’ t’me about where they were in the first place. Get James t’dispose of the body somewhere in the liver. Laugh.
+ Dodge the heat down south for fuckin’ with--Strike that: make that Pig that broke Jasper’s arm disappear. No one’s gonna be messin’ with me or mine this week.
+ Cut off Jasper from this week’s shipment of Adrenaline for makin’ such a dumb-shit mistake like trustin’ a Whitey in the first-place.
+ Find out when and where the next shipment of Norepinephrine’s gonna be dropped off by “Them up Above,” and jack it before the Whites or any a’the other gangs can sink ‘nta it. Smarmy bastards’re gettin’ too cozy for comfort.
+ See Kendra about hirin’ someone from the Galblads t’run up to the lungs for a recruitment drive. This gomer’s been takin’ up smokin’ again, and Nico’d want in on what’s gonna be goin’ down in the stomach sooner rather than later.
+ Sleep
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