MY TRIBUTE TO RUDOLPH
Character: Kiden Nixon
Series: NYX
Character Age: 16
Canon: The streets of New York City are less than kind to some. That’s the setting of Kiden Nixon’s story. She watched her dad get shot in front of her eyes when she was little, and then spent most of her time growing up in the process of a slow suicide. But when her mutant powers develop and she nearly gets her teacher killed, Kiden runs away from her life. She comes back when she misses her family, but realizes things aren’t as peachy as they might need to be there. So instead, she finds a surrogate one of equally troubled people. Mostly, they live their day to day lives trying to survive. But sometimes, Kiden’s father appears as a ghostly apparition to guide them as unconventional heroes.
Before she ran, Kiden was on drugs, she partied all the time, and she didn’t give a crap about anyone-especially herself. She’s grown up a lot because of the guilt she feels from messing up the lives of everyone around her. She deals by approaching things more compassionately. She’s always been caustic, rude, and to the point with how she handles situations, but she uses these things to stand up for the people around her without stepping down. Deeply loyal, she’ll take a bullet for anyone close to her and even threaten someone like the X-Men’s Wolverine without thinking twice. Happiness for Kiden is knowing her friends are safe … or a dumpster full of treasures she can dig through. Her spunk shows in how she sees one person’s moldy chicken club sandwich and tattered, discarded socks as lunch and warm feet. She gets by, and she cares, because it’s not like she has anything else now.
Sample Post:
All right, all right, so I get it. This whole Twilight Zone cornfield shtick is actually supposed to be like the Island of Misfit Toys. We’ve got you guys with your retro gorilla thing and the zombies with the whole walking dead deal, and who knows what else is hiding in the corn. Oh yeah, and now there’s me. I’m pretty much made for the Cornfield of Misfit Toys. Only they didn’t think about how Charlie and the Bird Fish survived before Rudolph dropped in to lead them to the promise lands. How the hell are we supposed to make it out here? By picking our nose and eating it? That’s worse than most of the crap I’ve found behind a McDonald’s.
But I figure we’re all here for a reason, so we might as well make the best of it. And then maybe Santa will sweep us away-it is that time of the year, right?
So let me lay it down for you guys.
So … I guess I’m gonna start with our hairy friends. That’s you, Harry, Fred, George, Ginny, and the rest of you-yeah, yeah, I snuck into Harry Potter the other week, don’t blame me! It’s not like they ever named you, right? You’re like the Rudolphs of gorillas with your purple fur, and I bet you didn’t know there’s a place out there for you guys. Sounds unbelievable, but there’s this place called Vegas. Your fur would be a big hit there. Friend of mine wants us all to go there, and maybe we will some day. But it’d be cool if you all were waiting, protecting the stars on the strip, or climbing some buildings with maidens. You know, the usual. Just grab an Elvis suit and wait for Santa, ’cause I’m sure he’ll agree with me with where you’ve gotta go.
-Right, so now that they’re heading off steal some suits off unsuspecting campers, it’s on to you Grunties. You guys are gonna stick with me. I’ll show you the ways of the world, and I’ll try to pick up sewing to keep you all together. Your fingers are a little too delicate for that yourselves, right? But first lesson is gonna be dumpster diving. Until we see if the brains get you back together, I’ll be going solo. Y’see, those brains that never make it into the soup? You know, all of them? They just toss them out, and that’s what I’m gonna fix. That’s right, I’m a first class dumpster diver and I’m gonna be on my way to liberate you from empty stomachs. Just follow me up a little ways ahead, and I’ll show you that they’ve been keeping your kibble from you.
But don’t shuffle too slowly all at once or you’ll just get scraps, guys. It’s a process, but not too much of one. Just watch me jump in, and wait with your jaws naturally unhinged for the big surprise coming your way.
48 in; 3 out (94.1%)
Series: NYX
Character Age: 16
Canon: The streets of New York City are less than kind to some. That’s the setting of Kiden Nixon’s story. She watched her dad get shot in front of her eyes when she was little, and then spent most of her time growing up in the process of a slow suicide. But when her mutant powers develop and she nearly gets her teacher killed, Kiden runs away from her life. She comes back when she misses her family, but realizes things aren’t as peachy as they might need to be there. So instead, she finds a surrogate one of equally troubled people. Mostly, they live their day to day lives trying to survive. But sometimes, Kiden’s father appears as a ghostly apparition to guide them as unconventional heroes.
Before she ran, Kiden was on drugs, she partied all the time, and she didn’t give a crap about anyone-especially herself. She’s grown up a lot because of the guilt she feels from messing up the lives of everyone around her. She deals by approaching things more compassionately. She’s always been caustic, rude, and to the point with how she handles situations, but she uses these things to stand up for the people around her without stepping down. Deeply loyal, she’ll take a bullet for anyone close to her and even threaten someone like the X-Men’s Wolverine without thinking twice. Happiness for Kiden is knowing her friends are safe … or a dumpster full of treasures she can dig through. Her spunk shows in how she sees one person’s moldy chicken club sandwich and tattered, discarded socks as lunch and warm feet. She gets by, and she cares, because it’s not like she has anything else now.
Sample Post:
All right, all right, so I get it. This whole Twilight Zone cornfield shtick is actually supposed to be like the Island of Misfit Toys. We’ve got you guys with your retro gorilla thing and the zombies with the whole walking dead deal, and who knows what else is hiding in the corn. Oh yeah, and now there’s me. I’m pretty much made for the Cornfield of Misfit Toys. Only they didn’t think about how Charlie and the Bird Fish survived before Rudolph dropped in to lead them to the promise lands. How the hell are we supposed to make it out here? By picking our nose and eating it? That’s worse than most of the crap I’ve found behind a McDonald’s.
But I figure we’re all here for a reason, so we might as well make the best of it. And then maybe Santa will sweep us away-it is that time of the year, right?
So let me lay it down for you guys.
So … I guess I’m gonna start with our hairy friends. That’s you, Harry, Fred, George, Ginny, and the rest of you-yeah, yeah, I snuck into Harry Potter the other week, don’t blame me! It’s not like they ever named you, right? You’re like the Rudolphs of gorillas with your purple fur, and I bet you didn’t know there’s a place out there for you guys. Sounds unbelievable, but there’s this place called Vegas. Your fur would be a big hit there. Friend of mine wants us all to go there, and maybe we will some day. But it’d be cool if you all were waiting, protecting the stars on the strip, or climbing some buildings with maidens. You know, the usual. Just grab an Elvis suit and wait for Santa, ’cause I’m sure he’ll agree with me with where you’ve gotta go.
-Right, so now that they’re heading off steal some suits off unsuspecting campers, it’s on to you Grunties. You guys are gonna stick with me. I’ll show you the ways of the world, and I’ll try to pick up sewing to keep you all together. Your fingers are a little too delicate for that yourselves, right? But first lesson is gonna be dumpster diving. Until we see if the brains get you back together, I’ll be going solo. Y’see, those brains that never make it into the soup? You know, all of them? They just toss them out, and that’s what I’m gonna fix. That’s right, I’m a first class dumpster diver and I’m gonna be on my way to liberate you from empty stomachs. Just follow me up a little ways ahead, and I’ll show you that they’ve been keeping your kibble from you.
But don’t shuffle too slowly all at once or you’ll just get scraps, guys. It’s a process, but not too much of one. Just watch me jump in, and wait with your jaws naturally unhinged for the big surprise coming your way.
48 in; 3 out (94.1%)