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Your Name: KATU THE ALMIGHTY
Age: 19
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Character Name: Naveen
Series: Princess and the Frog (2009 Film)
Timeline: From the riverboat right after he fails at proposing to Tiana.
Background: Naveen is the prince of a fictitious country called Maldonia. He was born into royalty and privilege and was handed whatever he wanted or needed. An incorrigible flirt, he spent his youth "chasing chambermaids around [his] ivory tower," partying, and generally enjoying life. His parents, however, grew tired of this and eventually cut him off, offering an ultimatum: either go find a rich wife to support your lazy-ass lifestyle, or get a job. Naveen doesn't like the idea of being tied down to either, but decides to pursue the lesser of two evils-- getting the girl to pay for his free and easy lifestyle.
He winds up heading to New Orleans with his glorified babysitter, Lawrence, because of its "romantic and mysterious qualities" (a quote from the The Art of Princess and the Frog) and because of his love of jazz music. Once he's there, he falls into the trap of Dr. Facilier, and is turned into a frog while Lawrence is able to impersonate his body.
He escapes, and finds a beautiful princess on a balcony. After a comical altercation, they decide that if she were to kiss Naveen, he'd turn human again-- just like in the fairy tales. So, they kiss, and...!
Tiana turns into a frog. Well, great.
They make their way through the bayou, meeting a trumpet-playing Gator, a Cajun Firefly, a group of frog hunters and a voodoo witch named Mama Odie, who can supposedly turn them back to humans-- she says they need to figure out what they need instead of what they want, and sends them back to New Orleans to find a princess who can break the spell on Naveen, thereby turning both he and Tiana human again.
The problem?
Naveen's in love with her, and he doesn't want to marry anyone else. On their way back to New Orleans, he attempts to propose to her and can't do it, not just yet--
--of course, that's when he appears on a giant cruise ship.
Personality: He is definitely a charmer, even if he’s a bit of an idiot, or his charm sometimes backfires. He tends to say things that don’t come out quite right partially because of the slight language barrier and partially because he tends to say what he thinks right away before the little filter between his brain and his mouth can really catch up. His charm and dorkiness tend to show the most because he is an honestly sweet guy, just with priority issues... Naveen is suave and debonair with everyone around him, and he gets along with just about anyone, having grown up as a social butterfly and the life of the party.
Appearance: He's pretty good looking for a frog, but he's really gorgeous for a strapping young prince. He's a small, green frog with brown eyes and stripes on his legs when in that form, but as a human-- oh, my. He's tall and lean with a winning, bright smile that stands out stark against his tanned skin. He's always impeccably groomed and, he likes to think, marvelously handsome.
Spoken / written languages: English and Maldonian, which is sort of French and Italian thrown in a blender, sprinkled lightly with Spanish on top. Which is to say, he’ll say things that mean nothing like “Achi-danza!” and “Faldi faldonza” or he’ll say things like, “Il Froggi Brutto” (of which “brutto” is “ugly” in Italian, so mish-moshed sort of words) if he’s not familiar with the word/concept in English. He speaks Maldonian fluently and can pick up very elementary French and Italian because of its French/Italian roots-in the film, he translates “Je t’adore” and “Je t’aime” into English.
Abilities: He is pretty useless and mostly harmless. He can barely mince mushrooms. He likes to think he can charm the pants off of just about anyone and he can play the ukulele. He's pretty good at the charmer thing, actually, he can talk and socialize with the best of him, and when the need arises and his conversation partner is quite stupid, he can talk them into stuff they might not necessarily need or want to do. He can jump about fifteen times his length (just below average for a frog) and can shoot his tongue at things, though his aim is dreadful. Then again, he’s only been a frog for just over a day at this point. Fortunately, once on the boat, he won't be a frog too much longer; buuuuuuut when he's a human, he's not anymore useful. In fact, because he can't jump or shoot his tongue at things, he'll be MORE useless....
Items: A walnut shell with a makeshift ring inside.
Third Person Sample: Navigating New Orleans at a height of four inches would have been a feat for any normal frog, let alone an ex-prince-turned-frog. Naveen didn’t really mind just yet.
After all, being so close to the street put you so close to the music.
There was something tugging at the back of his mind, beyond the jazz, beyond the confetti that was beginning to poor from the windows, people’s excitement for Mardi Gras beginning to bubble over-for the very first time in his life, he was worried. Things normally just blew over; wars would give way to peace, angry girlfriends would be replaced by happier ones, but he was a frog. Being a frog-it is not just something you recover from, like being sick or being sad.
He continued to hop, the day blended into evening, the French Quarter fell behind. The neighborhood he found himself in by nightfall was grandiose, absolutely palatial. One of the larger homes seemed to be throwing a party.
Naveen side-hopped a string of beads that fell from someone’s hand, just as the wrought-iron gates swung open wide to admit them.
He heard a strain of trumpet issuing from the other side of the house. “Achi-danza,” he murmured, impressed. It wasn’t an easy piece the man was playing-at least Naveen could pay him some respect by giving the band a proper listen.
The song was almost done by the time he made it to the garden. Beautiful! So many people! So many beautiful women, most of them without partners. He made a note of this for later-now was not the time.
“Oh, Tia!” A higher voice caught his attention-he hopped to a chair for a better view. A blonde in a pink dress was rushing up the stairs, ushering another woman along with her.
Naveen’s attention was definitely piqued. Besides, the band had stopped playing. He began to look for a way to get to the upstairs of the house.
First Person Sample: [There is the sound of a new passenger fumbling with his comm. He really, really does not understand this thing yet. When it sputters at him, he recoils. The voice is handsome, to say the least, and has a very heavy, implacable European accent.]
Faldi faldonza! What is…
[It spouts a little bit of static at him.]
Ah. This is a radie? No, no. It is much too small.
[Someone else’s transmission comes through in bits and pieces.]
You speak to it?
[He turns on the charm.]
Hello! I am Prince Naveen, of Maldonia. I would be very grateful if someone could tell me where I am and why I cannot get out of this tiny room.
Preferred Quarters: Maybe near Tiana?
Age: 19
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Email:FFFFFFFF
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Character Name: Naveen
Series: Princess and the Frog (2009 Film)
Timeline: From the riverboat right after he fails at proposing to Tiana.
Background: Naveen is the prince of a fictitious country called Maldonia. He was born into royalty and privilege and was handed whatever he wanted or needed. An incorrigible flirt, he spent his youth "chasing chambermaids around [his] ivory tower," partying, and generally enjoying life. His parents, however, grew tired of this and eventually cut him off, offering an ultimatum: either go find a rich wife to support your lazy-ass lifestyle, or get a job. Naveen doesn't like the idea of being tied down to either, but decides to pursue the lesser of two evils-- getting the girl to pay for his free and easy lifestyle.
He winds up heading to New Orleans with his glorified babysitter, Lawrence, because of its "romantic and mysterious qualities" (a quote from the The Art of Princess and the Frog) and because of his love of jazz music. Once he's there, he falls into the trap of Dr. Facilier, and is turned into a frog while Lawrence is able to impersonate his body.
He escapes, and finds a beautiful princess on a balcony. After a comical altercation, they decide that if she were to kiss Naveen, he'd turn human again-- just like in the fairy tales. So, they kiss, and...!
Tiana turns into a frog. Well, great.
They make their way through the bayou, meeting a trumpet-playing Gator, a Cajun Firefly, a group of frog hunters and a voodoo witch named Mama Odie, who can supposedly turn them back to humans-- she says they need to figure out what they need instead of what they want, and sends them back to New Orleans to find a princess who can break the spell on Naveen, thereby turning both he and Tiana human again.
The problem?
Naveen's in love with her, and he doesn't want to marry anyone else. On their way back to New Orleans, he attempts to propose to her and can't do it, not just yet--
--of course, that's when he appears on a giant cruise ship.
Personality: He is definitely a charmer, even if he’s a bit of an idiot, or his charm sometimes backfires. He tends to say things that don’t come out quite right partially because of the slight language barrier and partially because he tends to say what he thinks right away before the little filter between his brain and his mouth can really catch up. His charm and dorkiness tend to show the most because he is an honestly sweet guy, just with priority issues... Naveen is suave and debonair with everyone around him, and he gets along with just about anyone, having grown up as a social butterfly and the life of the party.
Appearance: He's pretty good looking for a frog, but he's really gorgeous for a strapping young prince. He's a small, green frog with brown eyes and stripes on his legs when in that form, but as a human-- oh, my. He's tall and lean with a winning, bright smile that stands out stark against his tanned skin. He's always impeccably groomed and, he likes to think, marvelously handsome.
Spoken / written languages: English and Maldonian, which is sort of French and Italian thrown in a blender, sprinkled lightly with Spanish on top. Which is to say, he’ll say things that mean nothing like “Achi-danza!” and “Faldi faldonza” or he’ll say things like, “Il Froggi Brutto” (of which “brutto” is “ugly” in Italian, so mish-moshed sort of words) if he’s not familiar with the word/concept in English. He speaks Maldonian fluently and can pick up very elementary French and Italian because of its French/Italian roots-in the film, he translates “Je t’adore” and “Je t’aime” into English.
Abilities: He is pretty useless and mostly harmless. He can barely mince mushrooms. He likes to think he can charm the pants off of just about anyone and he can play the ukulele. He's pretty good at the charmer thing, actually, he can talk and socialize with the best of him, and when the need arises and his conversation partner is quite stupid, he can talk them into stuff they might not necessarily need or want to do. He can jump about fifteen times his length (just below average for a frog) and can shoot his tongue at things, though his aim is dreadful. Then again, he’s only been a frog for just over a day at this point. Fortunately, once on the boat, he won't be a frog too much longer; buuuuuuut when he's a human, he's not anymore useful. In fact, because he can't jump or shoot his tongue at things, he'll be MORE useless....
Items: A walnut shell with a makeshift ring inside.
Third Person Sample: Navigating New Orleans at a height of four inches would have been a feat for any normal frog, let alone an ex-prince-turned-frog. Naveen didn’t really mind just yet.
After all, being so close to the street put you so close to the music.
There was something tugging at the back of his mind, beyond the jazz, beyond the confetti that was beginning to poor from the windows, people’s excitement for Mardi Gras beginning to bubble over-for the very first time in his life, he was worried. Things normally just blew over; wars would give way to peace, angry girlfriends would be replaced by happier ones, but he was a frog. Being a frog-it is not just something you recover from, like being sick or being sad.
He continued to hop, the day blended into evening, the French Quarter fell behind. The neighborhood he found himself in by nightfall was grandiose, absolutely palatial. One of the larger homes seemed to be throwing a party.
Naveen side-hopped a string of beads that fell from someone’s hand, just as the wrought-iron gates swung open wide to admit them.
He heard a strain of trumpet issuing from the other side of the house. “Achi-danza,” he murmured, impressed. It wasn’t an easy piece the man was playing-at least Naveen could pay him some respect by giving the band a proper listen.
The song was almost done by the time he made it to the garden. Beautiful! So many people! So many beautiful women, most of them without partners. He made a note of this for later-now was not the time.
“Oh, Tia!” A higher voice caught his attention-he hopped to a chair for a better view. A blonde in a pink dress was rushing up the stairs, ushering another woman along with her.
Naveen’s attention was definitely piqued. Besides, the band had stopped playing. He began to look for a way to get to the upstairs of the house.
First Person Sample: [There is the sound of a new passenger fumbling with his comm. He really, really does not understand this thing yet. When it sputters at him, he recoils. The voice is handsome, to say the least, and has a very heavy, implacable European accent.]
Faldi faldonza! What is…
[It spouts a little bit of static at him.]
Ah. This is a radie? No, no. It is much too small.
[Someone else’s transmission comes through in bits and pieces.]
You speak to it?
[He turns on the charm.]
Hello! I am Prince Naveen, of Maldonia. I would be very grateful if someone could tell me where I am and why I cannot get out of this tiny room.
Preferred Quarters: Maybe near Tiana?