✑ Application: Paradisa
NAME: Jackie
JOURNAL: helikesitrough
EMAIL: acciogutter@gmail.com
AIM: clevergraduate
WIKI NAME: N/A
CHARACTERS: N/A
CHARACTER NAME: Captain Malcolm Reynolds
FANDOM: Firefly
CANON: Pre-Serenity. Looting the Alliance and keeping stowaways with IQs of scary proportions.
WHAT THEY LOST: Serenity. After the Independents lost against the Alliance in the Unification War, Mal took to the skies to pursue whatever he damned well pleased, without the suppressive Big Brother mentality the victors mandated. He could no longer call land his home, but Serenity took him wherever, whenever.
She wasn’t the prettiest, in fact Serenity was pretty jank… but then again, appearances are quite deceiving and the vessel was so much more than just a ship. He is fiercely protective of the old girl and those on his crew. After trauma, death, and disappointment, Mal took to his ship to live the renegade lifestyle.
In short, through Serenity, he has found a life that he can call his own. His crew is his family and wherever the wind blows is his destination. Taking it away will not be handled well-considering he nearly died to save the ship in the first place.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
At the age of 31, Malcolm has been through a great deal. He had humble beginnings on a ranch, raised by his mother. He’s what you would call a good ol’ boy with deeply set values. So, when a war broke out between the Alliance and the Independents, he saw his opportunity to fight for freedom and volunteered in the ranks of the brown coats. Overwhelmed by the Alliance, many of his men fell and, in a turn of fate, Malcolm Reynolds became the man that lead 2,000 men.
It was a losing battle, and Malcolm lost more of himself than just a few good men. He teamed up with his war buddy Zoe to strike up a crew onboard Serenity, a Firefly class ship he named in memory of the final battle that took down the Alliance. His crew became his family and together they travel the skies looking for work. Looking to come together to simply continue.
Frankly, Mal isn’t the kind of man that wants to step on toes. But…sometimes it’s necessary. Feelings have to get hurt, possessions … relieved of possessors. He’s not your Robin Hood in the making-doesn’t steal from the rich to give to the poor. Even if that’s noble it doesn’t help him put food on the table or gas in the tanks. Due to the Alliance’s stronghold on the central planets he is forced toward the outskirts of the verse which makes honest work hard to come by. He has been known to grouse and become offended by certain commentary on his profession.
Again, he lost a lot to the Alliance; comrades, himself... He is anarchist, being caught saying that the only good thing a government can do is get in the way of man. That being said, he generally has a laissez-faire view on humanity. Those that are in life to live like himself, that don’t interfere with his ship or his crew, generally do not fall into Mal’s disdain. There are those that come out of war broken, who are bitter at everything (and everyone) after the horrors they’ve seen. Jaded. Malcolm Reynolds is not one of those men. His faith is in humanity, not the Lord; another tribute to something lost to the Unification.
His personality is a well-kept secret. The man has a decent poker face when it comes to his emotions. In general, he maintains that country boy mentality. Nobody would claim him book smart (though there are shining moments of literary knowledge), but he is intelligent; a strategist and fast on his feet-if he was just brawn there’d be no reason to have Jayne as his hired muscle. He stands by his convictions and has an underlying motive of good intent.
When I say that he stands by his convictions I mean that Mal is as stubborn as a mule. He was able to endure torture and being shot and left for dead. They tend to not make men in the central planets like Reynolds; a man who isn’t seen easily ruffled. Some would reckon that Malcolm would use that dry humor against his prosecutor until they kicked the floor beneath the gallows to shut him up for good. Even then, a man of Malcolm’s principals is likely to live on in the outer planets as a hero (No mud-statues raised in his honor, though. Please.).
He does not want fame, nor infamy. Mal just wants the jobs to keep coming and his heart to keep beating.
ABILITIES: Mal is damned good with a gun. This does not constitute as a power, per se, but said mun is a difficult creature apt to not leaving sections blank, even when advised.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
He’d had a lot of time to think since waking up in a soft bed in a lofty room with a convenient placard on the door boldly stating his name across it. There’d been a journal with the thoughts of many unbeknownst to him sat open as if it were simply waiting for him to wake up and greet it. Sentience. He wasn’t a superstitious man, Malcolm, but he couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that the book was more alive than a leather-bound journal was warranted. And it couldn’t be lost. He’d tried.
The Captain had often daydreamed about a time when something, anything really, would go correctly. His renegade lifestyle had brought upon him many challenges. He’d been shot at more times than he was comfortable with and outrun the Alliance on a few occasions. The jobs he and his crew conducted had never been easy. Not once transgressing without something going horribly awry.
He’d probably shaved off a few years of his life thanks to the Tams alone. Silly girl and her overprotective brother… He missed them both.
Paradisa, as Kaylee called it, granted its occupants whatever they desired. Mal didn’t trust anything that gave without openly expressing what it exchanged in return for such generosity. Like the journals, Mal reckoned the castle was wrongly aware. And he’d known that from the start with the sliced apples neatly placed on his bedside table like it had read his memories of life outside the parapets.
Mal was away from the Alliance at last. He had Zoe and Kaylee, so he wasn’t completely alone in this strange place. Whatever he wanted, outside of Serenity and being free of this world was granted. He was finding, for the first time in his life, that he missed the unpredictability of his rebel ways. He could fool himself into thinking up scenarios; swordfights and fisticuffs, but there was the knowledge that whatever danger he was in could be blinked away.
Never had he thought, and there was a lot of reflection these days, that he would end up cursing the security he had pined after. He was currently looking out the window in his quarters (which was no longer the extravagant deal he’d started out with), the journal he despised in one hand and a pen in the other. Outside the weather was perfect, as always. The man, disheartened, turned to the newest blank page in his ever changing book of wonders-mouth working as he let the pen rest to the page. It was either write or have his thoughts projected. As a private person he was very against that idea.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: [Journal Entry: Voice to Text recording]
Still strange knowin’ that what I write down - hell, what I say - in here’s gonna be out an’ about to whatever folk open their journals… For this reason I’m refusin’ to tell all of my dirty laundry. Though, ask Shepherd… I wasn’t much fer confessing sins before this place. Can’t expect to teach an old dog new tricks. Ha-somethin’ like that.
I still wish I knew why the castle plucked the girls an’ I while leavin’ the rest of my crew scattered ‘cross the four winds. Asked Zo’. She hadn’ the foggiest and she’s the smartest woman I know. An’ Kaylee. I knew she was made of something different-The fact this place hasn’ broke her is probably the only thing keepin’ me sane…
INTENT: Mal is fun. Not a great deal is known about his character even though he’s at the center of the plot. Plus, his girls are here. I’d like to see what happens.
JOURNAL: helikesitrough
EMAIL: acciogutter@gmail.com
AIM: clevergraduate
WIKI NAME: N/A
CHARACTERS: N/A
CHARACTER NAME: Captain Malcolm Reynolds
FANDOM: Firefly
CANON: Pre-Serenity. Looting the Alliance and keeping stowaways with IQs of scary proportions.
WHAT THEY LOST: Serenity. After the Independents lost against the Alliance in the Unification War, Mal took to the skies to pursue whatever he damned well pleased, without the suppressive Big Brother mentality the victors mandated. He could no longer call land his home, but Serenity took him wherever, whenever.
She wasn’t the prettiest, in fact Serenity was pretty jank… but then again, appearances are quite deceiving and the vessel was so much more than just a ship. He is fiercely protective of the old girl and those on his crew. After trauma, death, and disappointment, Mal took to his ship to live the renegade lifestyle.
In short, through Serenity, he has found a life that he can call his own. His crew is his family and wherever the wind blows is his destination. Taking it away will not be handled well-considering he nearly died to save the ship in the first place.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
At the age of 31, Malcolm has been through a great deal. He had humble beginnings on a ranch, raised by his mother. He’s what you would call a good ol’ boy with deeply set values. So, when a war broke out between the Alliance and the Independents, he saw his opportunity to fight for freedom and volunteered in the ranks of the brown coats. Overwhelmed by the Alliance, many of his men fell and, in a turn of fate, Malcolm Reynolds became the man that lead 2,000 men.
It was a losing battle, and Malcolm lost more of himself than just a few good men. He teamed up with his war buddy Zoe to strike up a crew onboard Serenity, a Firefly class ship he named in memory of the final battle that took down the Alliance. His crew became his family and together they travel the skies looking for work. Looking to come together to simply continue.
Frankly, Mal isn’t the kind of man that wants to step on toes. But…sometimes it’s necessary. Feelings have to get hurt, possessions … relieved of possessors. He’s not your Robin Hood in the making-doesn’t steal from the rich to give to the poor. Even if that’s noble it doesn’t help him put food on the table or gas in the tanks. Due to the Alliance’s stronghold on the central planets he is forced toward the outskirts of the verse which makes honest work hard to come by. He has been known to grouse and become offended by certain commentary on his profession.
Again, he lost a lot to the Alliance; comrades, himself... He is anarchist, being caught saying that the only good thing a government can do is get in the way of man. That being said, he generally has a laissez-faire view on humanity. Those that are in life to live like himself, that don’t interfere with his ship or his crew, generally do not fall into Mal’s disdain. There are those that come out of war broken, who are bitter at everything (and everyone) after the horrors they’ve seen. Jaded. Malcolm Reynolds is not one of those men. His faith is in humanity, not the Lord; another tribute to something lost to the Unification.
His personality is a well-kept secret. The man has a decent poker face when it comes to his emotions. In general, he maintains that country boy mentality. Nobody would claim him book smart (though there are shining moments of literary knowledge), but he is intelligent; a strategist and fast on his feet-if he was just brawn there’d be no reason to have Jayne as his hired muscle. He stands by his convictions and has an underlying motive of good intent.
When I say that he stands by his convictions I mean that Mal is as stubborn as a mule. He was able to endure torture and being shot and left for dead. They tend to not make men in the central planets like Reynolds; a man who isn’t seen easily ruffled. Some would reckon that Malcolm would use that dry humor against his prosecutor until they kicked the floor beneath the gallows to shut him up for good. Even then, a man of Malcolm’s principals is likely to live on in the outer planets as a hero (No mud-statues raised in his honor, though. Please.).
He does not want fame, nor infamy. Mal just wants the jobs to keep coming and his heart to keep beating.
ABILITIES: Mal is damned good with a gun. This does not constitute as a power, per se, but said mun is a difficult creature apt to not leaving sections blank, even when advised.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
He’d had a lot of time to think since waking up in a soft bed in a lofty room with a convenient placard on the door boldly stating his name across it. There’d been a journal with the thoughts of many unbeknownst to him sat open as if it were simply waiting for him to wake up and greet it. Sentience. He wasn’t a superstitious man, Malcolm, but he couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that the book was more alive than a leather-bound journal was warranted. And it couldn’t be lost. He’d tried.
The Captain had often daydreamed about a time when something, anything really, would go correctly. His renegade lifestyle had brought upon him many challenges. He’d been shot at more times than he was comfortable with and outrun the Alliance on a few occasions. The jobs he and his crew conducted had never been easy. Not once transgressing without something going horribly awry.
He’d probably shaved off a few years of his life thanks to the Tams alone. Silly girl and her overprotective brother… He missed them both.
Paradisa, as Kaylee called it, granted its occupants whatever they desired. Mal didn’t trust anything that gave without openly expressing what it exchanged in return for such generosity. Like the journals, Mal reckoned the castle was wrongly aware. And he’d known that from the start with the sliced apples neatly placed on his bedside table like it had read his memories of life outside the parapets.
Mal was away from the Alliance at last. He had Zoe and Kaylee, so he wasn’t completely alone in this strange place. Whatever he wanted, outside of Serenity and being free of this world was granted. He was finding, for the first time in his life, that he missed the unpredictability of his rebel ways. He could fool himself into thinking up scenarios; swordfights and fisticuffs, but there was the knowledge that whatever danger he was in could be blinked away.
Never had he thought, and there was a lot of reflection these days, that he would end up cursing the security he had pined after. He was currently looking out the window in his quarters (which was no longer the extravagant deal he’d started out with), the journal he despised in one hand and a pen in the other. Outside the weather was perfect, as always. The man, disheartened, turned to the newest blank page in his ever changing book of wonders-mouth working as he let the pen rest to the page. It was either write or have his thoughts projected. As a private person he was very against that idea.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: [Journal Entry: Voice to Text recording]
Still strange knowin’ that what I write down - hell, what I say - in here’s gonna be out an’ about to whatever folk open their journals… For this reason I’m refusin’ to tell all of my dirty laundry. Though, ask Shepherd… I wasn’t much fer confessing sins before this place. Can’t expect to teach an old dog new tricks. Ha-somethin’ like that.
I still wish I knew why the castle plucked the girls an’ I while leavin’ the rest of my crew scattered ‘cross the four winds. Asked Zo’. She hadn’ the foggiest and she’s the smartest woman I know. An’ Kaylee. I knew she was made of something different-The fact this place hasn’ broke her is probably the only thing keepin’ me sane…
INTENT: Mal is fun. Not a great deal is known about his character even though he’s at the center of the plot. Plus, his girls are here. I’d like to see what happens.