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Character: Trowa Barton
Series: Gundam Wing
Character Age: 17 (Note: this is not canon accurate apparently but INSERT AGE HERE)
Canon: Gundam Wing is the story of five pretty-boy terrorists chosen to control big robots (called "Gundams") to fight government corruption across the galaxy. Set in the future, mankind has taken to the stars and established colonies in space. These colonies and the Earth itself are perpetually fighting for their freedom from the militant Powers That Be.
Trowa Barton is one of the five chosen pilots. He is a professional soldier, shown to have been fighting with several organizations since he was a young boy. Trowa is deeply skilled at espionage and infiltration and also highly capable of correctly judging a person's ability levels and intentions (unless, of course, they are blonde and about to attempt to kill him). For the most part, Trowa is quiet, reserved, and professional. He prefers to save most of his monologuing for when his Gundam is about to explode, which is without a doubt the most convenient time to spend emoing. When not thoroughly destroying things, Trowa has a fondness for performing classical flute music and circus acts involving knives repeatedly being thrown at his head.
Sample post:
...The first sign of life is contact with a tentacle.
The tentacle seems to belong to a large creature inhabiting a body of something that is clearly not water. It is now gesticulating. Another tentacle has appeared from the depths, implying that this is some sort of multi-tentacled creature. Identification is negative when paired with known knowledge of squid-like creatures and octopus.
Tentacles in numbers upwards of ten are now appearing to aid in the presentation of the box and letter. One is busying itself with wiping off some obvious sludge on the box in what I assume should be considered a "thoughtful" gesture. The box seems to be tied with the intestines of someone (something?) and accompanied by a pair of shorts. ...Boxer shorts with a neatly scrawled note inscribed in squid ink. If I was not familiar with circus life and socially acceptable American antics, it would likely be even more unsettling than it already happens to be.
The subject at hand (unidentified wiggling squid monster) seems to be indicating that the note will yield some explanation.
"Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die, [Insert Current Name-of-Choice Here]! We all like music more than we like ripping your balls off with our teeth and noodly appendages. Have fun and good luck!"
A "noodly appendage" is now opening the box for me, all the while making some sort of satisfied purring noise. The mission briefing mentioned nothing of this. Espionage, infiltration, reconnaissance. Study a possible threat to the success of Operation Meteor and report back with the results. ...no gift-bearing tentacle monsters mentioned.
The box contained a flute, likely in reference to the letter. No traps otherwise apparent. The tentacle monster (through complex charades, might I add) seems to also be implying that it (she? He?) can acquisition a gun and bullets for me as well. This prospect may be worthy of pursuing. A mental note that I may have found a trustworthy resource for supplies.
...Or, at the very least a talented partner for charades.
The creature is now pointing towards a handwritten note. "Skinny dipping @ 0300, w/<3, Marcy".
I may have to re-evaluate my plans.
100% oh my god ilu guys.
Series: Gundam Wing
Character Age: 17 (Note: this is not canon accurate apparently but INSERT AGE HERE)
Canon: Gundam Wing is the story of five pretty-boy terrorists chosen to control big robots (called "Gundams") to fight government corruption across the galaxy. Set in the future, mankind has taken to the stars and established colonies in space. These colonies and the Earth itself are perpetually fighting for their freedom from the militant Powers That Be.
Trowa Barton is one of the five chosen pilots. He is a professional soldier, shown to have been fighting with several organizations since he was a young boy. Trowa is deeply skilled at espionage and infiltration and also highly capable of correctly judging a person's ability levels and intentions (unless, of course, they are blonde and about to attempt to kill him). For the most part, Trowa is quiet, reserved, and professional. He prefers to save most of his monologuing for when his Gundam is about to explode, which is without a doubt the most convenient time to spend emoing. When not thoroughly destroying things, Trowa has a fondness for performing classical flute music and circus acts involving knives repeatedly being thrown at his head.
Sample post:
...The first sign of life is contact with a tentacle.
The tentacle seems to belong to a large creature inhabiting a body of something that is clearly not water. It is now gesticulating. Another tentacle has appeared from the depths, implying that this is some sort of multi-tentacled creature. Identification is negative when paired with known knowledge of squid-like creatures and octopus.
Tentacles in numbers upwards of ten are now appearing to aid in the presentation of the box and letter. One is busying itself with wiping off some obvious sludge on the box in what I assume should be considered a "thoughtful" gesture. The box seems to be tied with the intestines of someone (something?) and accompanied by a pair of shorts. ...Boxer shorts with a neatly scrawled note inscribed in squid ink. If I was not familiar with circus life and socially acceptable American antics, it would likely be even more unsettling than it already happens to be.
The subject at hand (unidentified wiggling squid monster) seems to be indicating that the note will yield some explanation.
"Welcome to Camp Fuck You Die, [Insert Current Name-of-Choice Here]! We all like music more than we like ripping your balls off with our teeth and noodly appendages. Have fun and good luck!"
A "noodly appendage" is now opening the box for me, all the while making some sort of satisfied purring noise. The mission briefing mentioned nothing of this. Espionage, infiltration, reconnaissance. Study a possible threat to the success of Operation Meteor and report back with the results. ...no gift-bearing tentacle monsters mentioned.
The box contained a flute, likely in reference to the letter. No traps otherwise apparent. The tentacle monster (through complex charades, might I add) seems to also be implying that it (she? He?) can acquisition a gun and bullets for me as well. This prospect may be worthy of pursuing. A mental note that I may have found a trustworthy resource for supplies.
...Or, at the very least a talented partner for charades.
The creature is now pointing towards a handwritten note. "Skinny dipping @ 0300, w/<3, Marcy".
I may have to re-evaluate my plans.
100% oh my god ilu guys.