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Character Name: Midvalley the Hornfreak
Fandom: Trigun
Timeline: Manga-verse, post-death
Source: There really isn't much there. It's a little sad.
Character History:
The whole premise of Trigun is a familiar one. The earth has been used up, so the humans set out to find a new home. Along the way, the crew somehow discover two twin boys, Vash and Knives. Though they may look like humans, they're not. They're "plants" - immense power sources that can sometimes take on a humanoid appearance. Vash and Knives somehow evolved to the point of sentience. Knives soon realizes this and decides the human race is garbage. He sabotages the mother ship's main computer and sends the fleet plummeting towards a desert planet - later to be christened Gunsmoke. Thanks to the heroic last efforts of a woman named Rem, a few of the ships survived the crash.
Rem taught Vash that no one has the right to take the life of another, so naturally Vash is furious at his brother. He never acts on it until about 100 years later when they have a "falling-out"... that ends in the destruction of an entire city. The destruction of July City is what earns Vash a $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head, and a reputation as the most merciless, deadly gunman on Gunsmoke. In reality, though, Vash is a sweet guy, a little silly, a pacifist and a sucker for donuts.
The anime and manga chronicle the adventures of Vash, the two insurance workers who follow him around- Meryll and Milly- and a mercenary priest by the name of Nicholas D. Wolfwood, as they get hunted, shot at, and have near apocalyptic-battles with Knives' team of the best assassins on the planet.
Midvalley so happens to be one of those assassins.
Just looking at Middie, you'd never guess he was an assassin. Tall, good looking, well dressed (it's a wonder how he keeps that suit clean on a desert planet), and toting a saxophone case, he looks like your ordinary jazz musician. But, in true Trigun fashion, no one is ever ordinary. Midvalley, through some means or other, can literally serenade you to death. He is able to manipulate the music from his saxophone to cause physical pain, and most often, excruciating, bleed-from-your-ears and have-your-brain-explode type death. On tougher customers, he may just cause temporary blindness or deafness, but most often, when Midvalley sets out to kill someone, he kills them. That is how he became a Gung-Ho Gun, after all.
Back in his younger days, Midvalley was in a three-man band, all of them killers. Through their music, they would wipe out entire audiences (most often in pursuit of only one victim). It was at one such performance that Harry met Sally… wait. No. Midvalley met Knives. He expressed interest in Middie and company's "talent", but Midvalley's band mates would have none of it. Despite Midvalley's warnings, they attempted to attack Knives. This lead to stabby, choppy, and dismembery death for both of them. Midvalley, as the only one left, took Knives up on his offer to join him. At Knives' beck-and-call, Midvalley slaughtered countless numbers - women, children, it didn't matter. Knives had a vendetta against the human race a mile wide, and the 'Guns were his tool to exact that.
Very little is known about Middie's past beyond that, but at one point he tells fellow 'Gun, Hoppered, that even since he was little he's always loved sound. As such, not only is he a superb musician, but he has an extraordinary sense of hearing. He was able to tell what kind of weapon (and its size) had sliced up a ship simply by the way the wind sounded against the hull.
Somewhere along the line Midvalley came to realize that Knives' hatred of the human race included the 'Guns too. He started to wonder what would happen to them once they'd outlived their usefulness. It was then that Midvalley decided he was done with the killing, done with being the pawn of some madman. He wanted out.
His every attempt to leave the 'Guns basically ended with him either getting his ass handed to him (because Knives and his right hand man, Legato, are both kind of godmoddy) or having epic flashbacks of the fate of his fellow musicians so long ago, and chickening out. His final attempt at betrayal lead to his death.
... Whiiich somehow landed him in the nexus, some five years ago. He really doesn't mind it. Gunsmoke is a hell he hopes never to have to go back to. He would rather live anywhere than in that barren, hateful place ever again. These days, he works two jobs. He held down his first job at a little music store in one of the upper zones- selling instruments and the like to the more human-sized residents of the Nexus. His musical prowess was an asset in such a place, but it was also what landed him a job playing gigs at a few upscale restaurants in zone 1. The Cybertronians found something novel about a human musician, and there was no denying that he knew what he was doing. These gigs always payed well- exceptionally well- and Midvalley eventually bought the little music store where he was first employed. He runs that during the day, and continues to play gigs in the evening. It's a nice life, revolving around what he loves most.
Character Traits:
First and foremost, Midvalley is a realist. There is no God. There is no heaven or hell. There is only what he knows- what's real and in front of him. He has faith in his skills, and he knows his limits. Some people might balk at that attitude, but it's served him well in the past. He's always cool and calculating, taking into account the facts. Can he beat Legato? No probably not, even after he does the math. (Not that it stops him from trying, but desperate times, etc.)
It's also kind of easy to get lost in all the jazz and the swagger and forget that Midvalley is really quite intelligent. Street smart, certainly- Wolfwood was playing the double-agent, so to speak, and he saw through that quickly, even if he might not have realized the full extent of what was going on- but also a bit book smart. He has quite the vocabulary. That's not to say he's not rough around the edges, you almost have to be to live on Gunsmoke, but he also has to be able to act a bit uppercrust when he has to, to play some of the places he's played.
Midvalley has a lot of baggage. He's pretty good about keeping it under wraps, but he might have his surly moments. Like hell is he ever going to just up and declare to the whole world "YES, I USED TO KILL PEOPLE FOR A LIVING!!" It was never actually something he was very ashamed of- hell, the only way to survive on that planet was to take up a gun- nor did he give it much of a second thought, until Knives drove it to the magnitude he did. Still, in a new place full of new people? Not something he wants to advertise- especially since he was so keen on washing his hands of the whole ordeal.
He's a musician first, a killer second- and then only when he has to be.
Samples
Third Person:
Stage fright still happened. A performer for practically all his life, and he still found himself with the jitters right before taking the stage. Maybe with a different audience, he wouldn't have a problem, but when he found himself playing for a bunch of robots that were easily twenty-plus feet taller than him, each of them likely toting lasers, it was a little hard not to be nervous.
But no one had shot at him yet. Likely for a couple of reasons.
First of all, and he had to remind himself of this one most often, this wasn't Gunsmoke. It wasn't the lawless kill-or-be-killed dirtball of a planet he had been born and raised on. This was Axiom motherfucking Nexus. This was civilized. You actually got arrested- with some amount of efficiency- for shooting someone. His audience was more likely to complain to the management than they were to pull a weapon on him.
Second of all, he actually had a pretty good rep. He was good at what he did, and even if the music wasn't the traditional jazz he so often played in human company, he was learning what sounds worked for these robots. What sent their audial sensors singing all the way down their spinal struts, and what made them want to hit the mute button. He was more than a musician. He was a sound artist. Legato hadn't nicknamed him "the Master of Sound" for nothing, after all.
Reminding himself of these things only mildly helped. But he remained backstage, affecting calm quite convincingly. It was a familiar scene. The bustle of the restaurant- clinking dishes, dinner conversation, slightly metallic from alien vocals, and even the waiter with the squeaky hip joint- filtered its way back to his ears. He just let himself get lost in the noise, feeling out his clientele before even seeing them.
A small drone rolled up to his feet, pinging at him softly, signaling that it was time to take the stage. The Hornfreak quirked a brow and nodded, fishing his beloved saxophone, Sylvia, from her case.
The stage was little more than an elevated podium- just big enough that he wouldn't accidentally wander off the edge in the middle of his show, and tall enough to put him at eye-level with the patrons. As he stepped out into the spotlight, Sylvia glinting golden in the whites and chromes of the restaurant's interior, he heard someone- a femme- mutter to her dinner companion, "A human?"
He glanced in her direction, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You bet I'm a human, sweetheart. But I'm unlike any human you've ever heard."
She huffed, indignant. Midvalley simply brought his saxophone to his lips and began to play a long, keening note that cut through the air. A sudden hush descended on the diners.
Good crowd, he thought, as the note warbled off into a low ballad. It seems he had them pegged. This gig was shaping up to be a good one.
Personal Information
Name: Ro (autobot)
Full Characters: Jazz (andallthatme), and Doctor Impossible (zetabeamguy)
Email / AIM / MSN: AIM: jolted volt
Character Information
Character Name: Midvalley the Hornfreak
Fandom: Trigun
Timeline: Manga-verse, post-death
Source: There really isn't much there. It's a little sad.
Character History:
The whole premise of Trigun is a familiar one. The earth has been used up, so the humans set out to find a new home. Along the way, the crew somehow discover two twin boys, Vash and Knives. Though they may look like humans, they're not. They're "plants" - immense power sources that can sometimes take on a humanoid appearance. Vash and Knives somehow evolved to the point of sentience. Knives soon realizes this and decides the human race is garbage. He sabotages the mother ship's main computer and sends the fleet plummeting towards a desert planet - later to be christened Gunsmoke. Thanks to the heroic last efforts of a woman named Rem, a few of the ships survived the crash.
Rem taught Vash that no one has the right to take the life of another, so naturally Vash is furious at his brother. He never acts on it until about 100 years later when they have a "falling-out"... that ends in the destruction of an entire city. The destruction of July City is what earns Vash a $$60,000,000,000 bounty on his head, and a reputation as the most merciless, deadly gunman on Gunsmoke. In reality, though, Vash is a sweet guy, a little silly, a pacifist and a sucker for donuts.
The anime and manga chronicle the adventures of Vash, the two insurance workers who follow him around- Meryll and Milly- and a mercenary priest by the name of Nicholas D. Wolfwood, as they get hunted, shot at, and have near apocalyptic-battles with Knives' team of the best assassins on the planet.
Midvalley so happens to be one of those assassins.
Just looking at Middie, you'd never guess he was an assassin. Tall, good looking, well dressed (it's a wonder how he keeps that suit clean on a desert planet), and toting a saxophone case, he looks like your ordinary jazz musician. But, in true Trigun fashion, no one is ever ordinary. Midvalley, through some means or other, can literally serenade you to death. He is able to manipulate the music from his saxophone to cause physical pain, and most often, excruciating, bleed-from-your-ears and have-your-brain-explode type death. On tougher customers, he may just cause temporary blindness or deafness, but most often, when Midvalley sets out to kill someone, he kills them. That is how he became a Gung-Ho Gun, after all.
Back in his younger days, Midvalley was in a three-man band, all of them killers. Through their music, they would wipe out entire audiences (most often in pursuit of only one victim). It was at one such performance that Harry met Sally… wait. No. Midvalley met Knives. He expressed interest in Middie and company's "talent", but Midvalley's band mates would have none of it. Despite Midvalley's warnings, they attempted to attack Knives. This lead to stabby, choppy, and dismembery death for both of them. Midvalley, as the only one left, took Knives up on his offer to join him. At Knives' beck-and-call, Midvalley slaughtered countless numbers - women, children, it didn't matter. Knives had a vendetta against the human race a mile wide, and the 'Guns were his tool to exact that.
Very little is known about Middie's past beyond that, but at one point he tells fellow 'Gun, Hoppered, that even since he was little he's always loved sound. As such, not only is he a superb musician, but he has an extraordinary sense of hearing. He was able to tell what kind of weapon (and its size) had sliced up a ship simply by the way the wind sounded against the hull.
Somewhere along the line Midvalley came to realize that Knives' hatred of the human race included the 'Guns too. He started to wonder what would happen to them once they'd outlived their usefulness. It was then that Midvalley decided he was done with the killing, done with being the pawn of some madman. He wanted out.
His every attempt to leave the 'Guns basically ended with him either getting his ass handed to him (because Knives and his right hand man, Legato, are both kind of godmoddy) or having epic flashbacks of the fate of his fellow musicians so long ago, and chickening out. His final attempt at betrayal lead to his death.
... Whiiich somehow landed him in the nexus, some five years ago. He really doesn't mind it. Gunsmoke is a hell he hopes never to have to go back to. He would rather live anywhere than in that barren, hateful place ever again. These days, he works two jobs. He held down his first job at a little music store in one of the upper zones- selling instruments and the like to the more human-sized residents of the Nexus. His musical prowess was an asset in such a place, but it was also what landed him a job playing gigs at a few upscale restaurants in zone 1. The Cybertronians found something novel about a human musician, and there was no denying that he knew what he was doing. These gigs always payed well- exceptionally well- and Midvalley eventually bought the little music store where he was first employed. He runs that during the day, and continues to play gigs in the evening. It's a nice life, revolving around what he loves most.
Character Traits:
First and foremost, Midvalley is a realist. There is no God. There is no heaven or hell. There is only what he knows- what's real and in front of him. He has faith in his skills, and he knows his limits. Some people might balk at that attitude, but it's served him well in the past. He's always cool and calculating, taking into account the facts. Can he beat Legato? No probably not, even after he does the math. (Not that it stops him from trying, but desperate times, etc.)
It's also kind of easy to get lost in all the jazz and the swagger and forget that Midvalley is really quite intelligent. Street smart, certainly- Wolfwood was playing the double-agent, so to speak, and he saw through that quickly, even if he might not have realized the full extent of what was going on- but also a bit book smart. He has quite the vocabulary. That's not to say he's not rough around the edges, you almost have to be to live on Gunsmoke, but he also has to be able to act a bit uppercrust when he has to, to play some of the places he's played.
Midvalley has a lot of baggage. He's pretty good about keeping it under wraps, but he might have his surly moments. Like hell is he ever going to just up and declare to the whole world "YES, I USED TO KILL PEOPLE FOR A LIVING!!" It was never actually something he was very ashamed of- hell, the only way to survive on that planet was to take up a gun- nor did he give it much of a second thought, until Knives drove it to the magnitude he did. Still, in a new place full of new people? Not something he wants to advertise- especially since he was so keen on washing his hands of the whole ordeal.
He's a musician first, a killer second- and then only when he has to be.
Samples
Third Person:
Stage fright still happened. A performer for practically all his life, and he still found himself with the jitters right before taking the stage. Maybe with a different audience, he wouldn't have a problem, but when he found himself playing for a bunch of robots that were easily twenty-plus feet taller than him, each of them likely toting lasers, it was a little hard not to be nervous.
But no one had shot at him yet. Likely for a couple of reasons.
First of all, and he had to remind himself of this one most often, this wasn't Gunsmoke. It wasn't the lawless kill-or-be-killed dirtball of a planet he had been born and raised on. This was Axiom motherfucking Nexus. This was civilized. You actually got arrested- with some amount of efficiency- for shooting someone. His audience was more likely to complain to the management than they were to pull a weapon on him.
Second of all, he actually had a pretty good rep. He was good at what he did, and even if the music wasn't the traditional jazz he so often played in human company, he was learning what sounds worked for these robots. What sent their audial sensors singing all the way down their spinal struts, and what made them want to hit the mute button. He was more than a musician. He was a sound artist. Legato hadn't nicknamed him "the Master of Sound" for nothing, after all.
Reminding himself of these things only mildly helped. But he remained backstage, affecting calm quite convincingly. It was a familiar scene. The bustle of the restaurant- clinking dishes, dinner conversation, slightly metallic from alien vocals, and even the waiter with the squeaky hip joint- filtered its way back to his ears. He just let himself get lost in the noise, feeling out his clientele before even seeing them.
A small drone rolled up to his feet, pinging at him softly, signaling that it was time to take the stage. The Hornfreak quirked a brow and nodded, fishing his beloved saxophone, Sylvia, from her case.
The stage was little more than an elevated podium- just big enough that he wouldn't accidentally wander off the edge in the middle of his show, and tall enough to put him at eye-level with the patrons. As he stepped out into the spotlight, Sylvia glinting golden in the whites and chromes of the restaurant's interior, he heard someone- a femme- mutter to her dinner companion, "A human?"
He glanced in her direction, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You bet I'm a human, sweetheart. But I'm unlike any human you've ever heard."
She huffed, indignant. Midvalley simply brought his saxophone to his lips and began to play a long, keening note that cut through the air. A sudden hush descended on the diners.
Good crowd, he thought, as the note warbled off into a low ballad. It seems he had them pegged. This gig was shaping up to be a good one.