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Your Nickname: Slightly longer versions of “Jack”, “Rex” or “Wist” include “Mjack,” “Dr.Rex” or “Wister.” All of these expand into things with even more letters and that’s just not fun for anyone unless you know me under a different handle.
OOC Journal: users.livejournal.com/_wist_/profile
Under 18? I almost wish sometimes
Email/IM: remorsebot @ AIM
Characters Played at Singularity: http://isonny.livejournal.com/profile
Character Information ;
Name: Agent Wendy Pleakley [his name means brave warrior in his native language but he only goes by his last name or job title and last name.]
Name of Canon: Lilo & Stitch [the first film but using some canon info from the television series garnered from wikis]
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: N/A
Reference:
http://liloandstich.wikia.com/wiki/Agent_Pleakley
http://liloandstich.wikia.com/wiki/Pleakley
http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Pleakley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_Pleakley#Pleakley
http://aliens.wikia.com/wiki/Plorgonarian
Canon Point: Right after finding out that he and Jumba are going to be sent to Earth to capture Experiment 626, but before they actually leave. Essentially he gets here after the jail scene fades to black. Jumba has not yet become his favourite person in the whole entire world; right now Pleakley is still hypothetically terrified of him.
Setting:
Modern-day Earth is largely unaware of the existence of aliens with access to super advanced technology and governmental systems. Pleakley works for this huge galaxy-wide political body, and is an agent in the same arm that deals with intergalactic defence, though he seems to be working in a field or position that is more about bureaucracy than shooting people with plasma canons. He does however have a badge that allows him to make arrests, but never chooses to wield any weapons. Much like other aliens who work for Galactic Command, [who in turn follow the orders of the United Galactic Federation] he is very sensitive to rules, regulations, policies and the fair distribution of resources. He is respectful of the Grand Councilwoman [his version of the president of the WORLD] but sometimes finds her strategies alarmingly dangerous.
Pleakley comes from a society that doesn't use money, which might explain his more passive and collectivist personality. It might also explain why he takes up a housewife role in his family later - though being an alien probably limits his ability to get an outside job. In any case, the lack of need to use money is the apparent reason that Pleakley's species - Plorgonarians - don't wear pants.
At the same time Pleakley does have an obvious love - or at least no dislike - for consumerism, getting all excited about buying articles of clothing or the latest woman's cosmetics. Consumerism isn't anything his family is particularly averse to either, since his sister is actually the CEO of a medium sized solar system. His family is very important to him to, and he's more than a little bit of a mother's boy, talking to his mother on his space-cellphone at least once a week religiously.
Florgonart is Pleakley's native language, but he is shown to understand both English, French and Japanese, so he has either learned the languages himself or comes with the ability to translate what different people / aliens say. It is probably the later case since all aliens seem to communicate perfectly with each other and all humans, though most aliens don't even know what humans are. Pleakley, the council's resident Earth expert, calls humans dumb, primitive, fragile and absolutely fascinating.
Hi history honestly isn't that important because his personality is all on the table, and his motivations are pretty much: be good, study earth things and have an excuse to dress in all kinds of camp.
Personality:
Pleakley is high-strung, high maintenance, easily worried and flustered, prone to panic, a terrible liar and wears his heart on his sleeve. His behaviour and mannerisms are also markedly effeminate. We never find out if this is normal on his planet, but we do know that his mother doesn't like his propensity to wear ladies' clothing and wishes he would get married. In canon, he will eventually become comfortable enough with himself to tell his family that he is happiest being who he is and never wants to get married - which coming from a Disney film is apparently a big deal with heavy connotations. But since this is per-coming-out-of-the-closet Pleakley so to speak, he's not hat comfortable with yet, and still much more in love with his work. His eventual career dream though, is to be a professor of earth studies at a college or university.
Aside from work, his passion is learning about Earth and all its biodiversity - including humans, whom he finds fascinating. Mind you, they only play second fiddle to the true king of beasts - the mosquito. Pleakley loves mosquitoes and has this romantic vision that they are these noble, beautiful animals. Since he hasn't met any yet, he doesn't know that he'll grow to hate them just like the rest of us.
His other passion, besides earth studies, would be wearing women's clothing and wigs. He loves to dress up, thinks he makes one of the prettiest Earth girls around, and gets remarkably upset when told otherwise. Then the denial settles in, and soon the event is forgotten and he's back to assuming everyone thinks he's gorgeous. Through the magic of Disney, its been shown that his disguises do work to effectively blend in with the general populace of Hawaii [and then Japan]. Somehow the natives just don't seem to notice that he has three feet, 6 fingers, and only one eye if he puts on a wig. This is probably due to everyone just having better things to look at then the ugly lady across the room. It is shown however, that Lilo's family can all see past his disguises and honestly, it's kind of hard not to. He does own a significant amount of male clothing, including a full tuxedo, but genuinely does seem to prefer women's clothing (and makeup and wigs).
Pleakley is not the bravest person you'll ever meet, and would much rather run away flailing his noodle arms and screaming, than fight anyone. But if pressed to defend something he cares about, he will make an effort to be brave. Being an alien that works for Galactic Command - the Military arm of the United Galactic Federation - his values are pretty much those of the “good guys”. He doesn't like chaos, meanness, violence or unfairness and he values biodiversity and peace. He'll go to great lengths to protect humans [because they are an integral part of the mosquito food chain, but also just because that's what you should do] and even goes so far as to stick his finger into the barrel of a metal-melting plasma gun when the safety of a little human girl is at stake.
He can be remarkably kind and caring to those he feels strongly about, but more often then not, is oblivious but well-intentioned. Before he becomes the bonafide housewife of his adopted family, he spends his days on earth doing “important research” involving watching talk shows and reading gossip magazines. He says it takes a lot out of him, and on other days may instead spend his time trying on Nani's (the female head of household) clothing.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions:
Abilities:
Very flexible because he lacks a skeletal system, and able to climb and cling to things / people with his feet much like spider or octopus. More like a cross between a spider, octopus and piece of spaghetti actually.
Able to appreciate or ignore bad smells
Recognized as an Earth “expert” by the aliens [he knows facts, but is no real expert]
Noted as being quite amazing at sewing and capable of making all his own clothes
A good cook
Amazingly skilled at basketball because it's a sport similar to one on his home planet
Weaknesses
He's not very strong, brave, aggressive or entirely competent at whatever he tries to do
Very emotional
Blind to the fact that people don't think he's all that gorgeous like he seems to think
Inventory: Clothes on his back, badge, ghetto olf viewfinder, 2 pairs of space-handcuffs and little space cell phone he carries around. Also the default whatever-it-is that allows him to understand any alien species as well as the languages English, French and Japanese.
Appearance: http://encycl.opentopia.com/enimages/thumb/771/770780/96px-Pleakley.jpg He’s shorter than an average adult, standing at about four and a half feet tall. He’s also a pale yellow-green in colour, has two stripes on the back of his head, one huge eye, a little antennae that serves as both his nose and ear, three long fingers on each hand and a blue mouth with two small purple tongues. His body shape is incredibly skinny with no shoulders nor hips, and he has 3 short little legs with 2 toes each. On his planet he is apparent “babe magnet”.
Age: He's graduated from his technical college and has been working for Galactic Command long enough to get a job as an agent. In human years he's probably late 30's or something.
OC/AU Justification ; If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Pleakley falls through a rip in the space-time-continuum and hits some gnarled alien steel.
“Ow!”
He bounces like a skipped stone along some more alien steel, this time less gnarled, wailing a long, “Owwwwwww!”
He then smashes into piles of refined but still gnarled alien copper, bronze and 11 karat gold, respectively.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“Ow!” Pleakley whines, when he hits lunar bedrock and rolls to a stop only once he's run into what may have at one time been the carcase of some huge prehistoric alien.
“Huh?” he says, looking around him curiously. “W-where am I?”
He takes in the unfamiliar surroundings and is 3 seconds away from a panic attack full of shrieks, tears, hyperventilation, hysteria and the whole shebang when he hears a voice.
“Welcome to Sacrosanct.”
“Oh. Thank yo-” he starts to say instinctively as the voice carries on, over him
“Please watch your step.”
Pleakley's one eye widens as he spots something. “Shhhh, shhhh,” he says, hushing the voice and waving his hands in its general direction.
“Oh my! But could it be?”
He suddenly forgets that he's just been squished and tumbled through the universe's equivalent of the high cycle on a turbo-powered dryer.
“Could it really be true?” he cries delightedly as he scrambles over an upturned bucket full of more alien steel.
Funny how there's so much of that around, but who cares! He's just found something amazing!
“A REAL AUTHENTIC EARTH MOP!”
He grabs at the wooden handle and crushes it against his tiny chest, eye sparkling.
“What are you doing here all alone you little sweetie?” he coos to it, before spotting something just as wondrous.
“And what's this!?”
Behind the mop he finds an old coat hanger, barely bent out of shape.
“Why, why this is the happiest day of my life!”
He doesn't need a cooky seagull to explain to him what these treasures are; he already knows. Oh how he knows. He's spent his entire life studying the world these came from.
It's just then that a piano materializes through another space-time rift and falls right on top of him.
“A REAL PIANO,” he squeals, delighted from underneath the thing.
He goes quiet for a minute and then, “Um. Help?....”
There's quiet again, and some time later, “Is anyone out there?”
Network Sample:
The video that turns on shows either a very ugly woman or a thin, yellowish cyclops with what looks like the head of a mop on its head, and wearing garishly painted eyeshadow and lipstick.
The alien's expression is businesslike as it talks at the camera, but try as you might, increasing the volume doesn't helps you hear what he's saying. You check the mute button, and still no luck.
Eventually the alien looks down, gasps, presses a button and the screen goes black.
“... a second, can't see me, there!”
There's a pause, a rustle of fabric then:
“Like I was saying. I'm just your average earth female who would like to see a good time so if you could please direct me - just an average earth female - to any crowded areas full of other humans, that would be great! Maybe a bowling alley?
I...”
Something rings and the voice trails off.
There's more ringing and then:
“Hello? Hello? ... Mom, is that you?”
The video ends.
Your Nickname: Slightly longer versions of “Jack”, “Rex” or “Wist” include “Mjack,” “Dr.Rex” or “Wister.” All of these expand into things with even more letters and that’s just not fun for anyone unless you know me under a different handle.
OOC Journal: users.livejournal.com/_wist_/profile
Under 18? I almost wish sometimes
Email/IM: remorsebot @ AIM
Characters Played at Singularity: http://isonny.livejournal.com/profile
Character Information ;
Name: Agent Wendy Pleakley [his name means brave warrior in his native language but he only goes by his last name or job title and last name.]
Name of Canon: Lilo & Stitch [the first film but using some canon info from the television series garnered from wikis]
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: N/A
Reference:
http://liloandstich.wikia.com/wiki/Agent_Pleakley
http://liloandstich.wikia.com/wiki/Pleakley
http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Pleakley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_Pleakley#Pleakley
http://aliens.wikia.com/wiki/Plorgonarian
Canon Point: Right after finding out that he and Jumba are going to be sent to Earth to capture Experiment 626, but before they actually leave. Essentially he gets here after the jail scene fades to black. Jumba has not yet become his favourite person in the whole entire world; right now Pleakley is still hypothetically terrified of him.
Setting:
Modern-day Earth is largely unaware of the existence of aliens with access to super advanced technology and governmental systems. Pleakley works for this huge galaxy-wide political body, and is an agent in the same arm that deals with intergalactic defence, though he seems to be working in a field or position that is more about bureaucracy than shooting people with plasma canons. He does however have a badge that allows him to make arrests, but never chooses to wield any weapons. Much like other aliens who work for Galactic Command, [who in turn follow the orders of the United Galactic Federation] he is very sensitive to rules, regulations, policies and the fair distribution of resources. He is respectful of the Grand Councilwoman [his version of the president of the WORLD] but sometimes finds her strategies alarmingly dangerous.
Pleakley comes from a society that doesn't use money, which might explain his more passive and collectivist personality. It might also explain why he takes up a housewife role in his family later - though being an alien probably limits his ability to get an outside job. In any case, the lack of need to use money is the apparent reason that Pleakley's species - Plorgonarians - don't wear pants.
At the same time Pleakley does have an obvious love - or at least no dislike - for consumerism, getting all excited about buying articles of clothing or the latest woman's cosmetics. Consumerism isn't anything his family is particularly averse to either, since his sister is actually the CEO of a medium sized solar system. His family is very important to him to, and he's more than a little bit of a mother's boy, talking to his mother on his space-cellphone at least once a week religiously.
Florgonart is Pleakley's native language, but he is shown to understand both English, French and Japanese, so he has either learned the languages himself or comes with the ability to translate what different people / aliens say. It is probably the later case since all aliens seem to communicate perfectly with each other and all humans, though most aliens don't even know what humans are. Pleakley, the council's resident Earth expert, calls humans dumb, primitive, fragile and absolutely fascinating.
Hi history honestly isn't that important because his personality is all on the table, and his motivations are pretty much: be good, study earth things and have an excuse to dress in all kinds of camp.
Personality:
Pleakley is high-strung, high maintenance, easily worried and flustered, prone to panic, a terrible liar and wears his heart on his sleeve. His behaviour and mannerisms are also markedly effeminate. We never find out if this is normal on his planet, but we do know that his mother doesn't like his propensity to wear ladies' clothing and wishes he would get married. In canon, he will eventually become comfortable enough with himself to tell his family that he is happiest being who he is and never wants to get married - which coming from a Disney film is apparently a big deal with heavy connotations. But since this is per-coming-out-of-the-closet Pleakley so to speak, he's not hat comfortable with yet, and still much more in love with his work. His eventual career dream though, is to be a professor of earth studies at a college or university.
Aside from work, his passion is learning about Earth and all its biodiversity - including humans, whom he finds fascinating. Mind you, they only play second fiddle to the true king of beasts - the mosquito. Pleakley loves mosquitoes and has this romantic vision that they are these noble, beautiful animals. Since he hasn't met any yet, he doesn't know that he'll grow to hate them just like the rest of us.
His other passion, besides earth studies, would be wearing women's clothing and wigs. He loves to dress up, thinks he makes one of the prettiest Earth girls around, and gets remarkably upset when told otherwise. Then the denial settles in, and soon the event is forgotten and he's back to assuming everyone thinks he's gorgeous. Through the magic of Disney, its been shown that his disguises do work to effectively blend in with the general populace of Hawaii [and then Japan]. Somehow the natives just don't seem to notice that he has three feet, 6 fingers, and only one eye if he puts on a wig. This is probably due to everyone just having better things to look at then the ugly lady across the room. It is shown however, that Lilo's family can all see past his disguises and honestly, it's kind of hard not to. He does own a significant amount of male clothing, including a full tuxedo, but genuinely does seem to prefer women's clothing (and makeup and wigs).
Pleakley is not the bravest person you'll ever meet, and would much rather run away flailing his noodle arms and screaming, than fight anyone. But if pressed to defend something he cares about, he will make an effort to be brave. Being an alien that works for Galactic Command - the Military arm of the United Galactic Federation - his values are pretty much those of the “good guys”. He doesn't like chaos, meanness, violence or unfairness and he values biodiversity and peace. He'll go to great lengths to protect humans [because they are an integral part of the mosquito food chain, but also just because that's what you should do] and even goes so far as to stick his finger into the barrel of a metal-melting plasma gun when the safety of a little human girl is at stake.
He can be remarkably kind and caring to those he feels strongly about, but more often then not, is oblivious but well-intentioned. Before he becomes the bonafide housewife of his adopted family, he spends his days on earth doing “important research” involving watching talk shows and reading gossip magazines. He says it takes a lot out of him, and on other days may instead spend his time trying on Nani's (the female head of household) clothing.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions:
Abilities:
Very flexible because he lacks a skeletal system, and able to climb and cling to things / people with his feet much like spider or octopus. More like a cross between a spider, octopus and piece of spaghetti actually.
Able to appreciate or ignore bad smells
Recognized as an Earth “expert” by the aliens [he knows facts, but is no real expert]
Noted as being quite amazing at sewing and capable of making all his own clothes
A good cook
Amazingly skilled at basketball because it's a sport similar to one on his home planet
Weaknesses
He's not very strong, brave, aggressive or entirely competent at whatever he tries to do
Very emotional
Blind to the fact that people don't think he's all that gorgeous like he seems to think
Inventory: Clothes on his back, badge, ghetto olf viewfinder, 2 pairs of space-handcuffs and little space cell phone he carries around. Also the default whatever-it-is that allows him to understand any alien species as well as the languages English, French and Japanese.
Appearance: http://encycl.opentopia.com/enimages/thumb/771/770780/96px-Pleakley.jpg He’s shorter than an average adult, standing at about four and a half feet tall. He’s also a pale yellow-green in colour, has two stripes on the back of his head, one huge eye, a little antennae that serves as both his nose and ear, three long fingers on each hand and a blue mouth with two small purple tongues. His body shape is incredibly skinny with no shoulders nor hips, and he has 3 short little legs with 2 toes each. On his planet he is apparent “babe magnet”.
Age: He's graduated from his technical college and has been working for Galactic Command long enough to get a job as an agent. In human years he's probably late 30's or something.
OC/AU Justification ; If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across? If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test? And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Pleakley falls through a rip in the space-time-continuum and hits some gnarled alien steel.
“Ow!”
He bounces like a skipped stone along some more alien steel, this time less gnarled, wailing a long, “Owwwwwww!”
He then smashes into piles of refined but still gnarled alien copper, bronze and 11 karat gold, respectively.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“Ow!” Pleakley whines, when he hits lunar bedrock and rolls to a stop only once he's run into what may have at one time been the carcase of some huge prehistoric alien.
“Huh?” he says, looking around him curiously. “W-where am I?”
He takes in the unfamiliar surroundings and is 3 seconds away from a panic attack full of shrieks, tears, hyperventilation, hysteria and the whole shebang when he hears a voice.
“Welcome to Sacrosanct.”
“Oh. Thank yo-” he starts to say instinctively as the voice carries on, over him
“Please watch your step.”
Pleakley's one eye widens as he spots something. “Shhhh, shhhh,” he says, hushing the voice and waving his hands in its general direction.
“Oh my! But could it be?”
He suddenly forgets that he's just been squished and tumbled through the universe's equivalent of the high cycle on a turbo-powered dryer.
“Could it really be true?” he cries delightedly as he scrambles over an upturned bucket full of more alien steel.
Funny how there's so much of that around, but who cares! He's just found something amazing!
“A REAL AUTHENTIC EARTH MOP!”
He grabs at the wooden handle and crushes it against his tiny chest, eye sparkling.
“What are you doing here all alone you little sweetie?” he coos to it, before spotting something just as wondrous.
“And what's this!?”
Behind the mop he finds an old coat hanger, barely bent out of shape.
“Why, why this is the happiest day of my life!”
He doesn't need a cooky seagull to explain to him what these treasures are; he already knows. Oh how he knows. He's spent his entire life studying the world these came from.
It's just then that a piano materializes through another space-time rift and falls right on top of him.
“A REAL PIANO,” he squeals, delighted from underneath the thing.
He goes quiet for a minute and then, “Um. Help?....”
There's quiet again, and some time later, “Is anyone out there?”
Network Sample:
The video that turns on shows either a very ugly woman or a thin, yellowish cyclops with what looks like the head of a mop on its head, and wearing garishly painted eyeshadow and lipstick.
The alien's expression is businesslike as it talks at the camera, but try as you might, increasing the volume doesn't helps you hear what he's saying. You check the mute button, and still no luck.
Eventually the alien looks down, gasps, presses a button and the screen goes black.
“... a second, can't see me, there!”
There's a pause, a rustle of fabric then:
“Like I was saying. I'm just your average earth female who would like to see a good time so if you could please direct me - just an average earth female - to any crowded areas full of other humans, that would be great! Maybe a bowling alley?
I...”
Something rings and the voice trails off.
There's more ringing and then:
“Hello? Hello? ... Mom, is that you?”
The video ends.