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amideserving) wrote2013-06-04 09:29 pm
amideserving) wrote2013-06-04 09:29 pm
App for Rekindled
OOC Information
Player Name: Tyr
Player Age: 23
Player Contact: plurk - Tyrmer
Player/Character HMD: Here!
Other characters in game: None.
IC Information
Character Name: Krieg
Character Canon: Borderlands
Character Age/Gender: Unknown; unlikely to be anything out of the ordinary.
Canon Point: Pre game-start
Character Canon History: Krieg's Borderland wikipage
In short, he was a bandit who became an adventurer (Vault Hunter) but then got caught by the evil Hyperion organisation. He was tortured till his mind broke, and now he wanders the wastes "killing the deserving".
Character Personality:
Inside voice:
Inner!Krieg is a gentle, philosophical man. Although he used to be a bandit, he seems a very peaceable and pleasant sort He is against the violence in Krieg's life, and constantly yearns to stop it, to be a "normal" person once more. He often voices his desire to tell his victims to run away, to not attack him so that he won't have to kill them. This is of course ignored by Outer!Krieg, who revels in slaughter as much as the next psychologically blood thirsty homicidal maniac. He does seem to exert some influence over Inner!Krieg at times though, threatening to kill them both if he ever harms someone who "does not deserve it." Presumably the quantification of "deserve it" is Inner!Krieg's decision since he does make comments along the lines of "That one there, he is deserving."
Outside voice:
Outer!Krieg is a psycho. He enjoys butchering people, eating meat, drinking blood. You know, the usual. He strikes me as a gigantic (evil? Who can say?) child, with a love for violence for violence's sake. He has a particular enthusiasm for meat bicycles, poop, and declarations of a violent nature involving flesh, blood, bones, or some combination thereof.
Krieg:
It is unknown which, if either, of the personalities Krieg exhibits represents his previous self. The most obvious choice is that Inner!Krieg is the previous personality, with Outer!Krieg grafted over the top as a sort of self defence mechanism. This is backed up by the fact that Inner!Krieg seems to remember the time before they were a psycho, whereas Outer!Krieg does not seem to. However, we know Krieg was once a bandit and Inner!Krieg does not seem much like bandit material, so it is most likely that neither of them completely represents their previous existence. Krieg was probably your normal everyday slime ball on Pandora, with good and evil tendencies which have now been polarised by Hyperion's experiments and torture. He doesn't seem to have much in the way of aims in life, he just wanders around killing people and surviving - looking for anything to make the tedium, and the voice(s?), go away.
Character Abilities: Strong, fast, tough. Basically he's so crackers that he can push himself far further than a normal human. Oh and fear? That's just a four letter word that isn't poop or meat. He's not suicidal, he has a sense of self preservation, he's just not so constrained by the idea of physical or mental pain as most folks. Oh and he can normally lay his hands on an infeasibly large bundle of dynamite at a moment's notice even whilst pretty much naked. Where does he keep it? Who knows?
Character Inventory: Buzz axe, face mask, pants. Infeasibly large bundle of dynamite. Meat bicycles and poop trains optional.
Samples: Have a thread of him talking to himself.
Krieg sat hacking at the carcass of the bandit he'd found beating a women senseless next to the wreck of her land car. The way the blood sprayed across the cracked wasteland ground reminded him of countless other times he'd spilled blood across the cracked wasteland sands.
(Are you ever going to get bored of this?) The voice queried, mentally sighing at his outer self.
"I want his coccyx for a party favour!" Replied Krieg, quite reasonably.
(Fair enough.) The voice said, letting him go back to his work. The woman had started to stir behind them, eyes peering out from under bruised lids, a dry tongue investigating cracked and bloodies lips.
(She's waking up, try not to startle her. You've just rescued her. bBe her knight in shining armour, her saviour on a charging war horse.) He didn't expect much of an outcome. Krieg spun round, bloodied buzz axe in one hand and the base of the bandit's spine in the other.
"WHO'S READY FOR SOME BLOODY PARTY FAVOURS?" He roared. The woman screamed in pure terror, sure that she had leapt straight from the frying pan to the fire and that the psycho before her had every intention of tearing her limb from limb.
She was surprised, therefore, when he deposited the bloody lump of gristle and bone before her face with what, behind his mask, looked like a manic grin. Almost like a child showing a parent some bizarre trophy that it had found, and had immense pride in. The sheer disparity of events did little to ease her terror though, only adding a touch of confusion into the mix. She tried to scramble away, bruised and battered limbs finding new life as fear driven adrenaline soaked into her tissues.
"Get away from me you freak!" She yelled at him, beating at his face with her bare hands. Krieg stood there, head cocked to one side as she pounded on his chest and face.
(Now you see, that was not the most diplomatic way to handle tha-)
Krieg back handed her hard enough to send her flying several feet to land in a heap on the ground.
"Little girls should know not to play ribcage rattler with a man with no ribcage." Krieg declared knowingly, as if this was the most basic assumption common to all civilised men and women. He walked over and offered her his hand up off the ground. The woman, slightly dazed, just saw him reaching for her and curled up tight in a ball ready for death. Krieg shrugged, and reached into his belt for an arm jabber and lump of shiiiiny bootshine.
He dropped the medineedle and the pile of money at the women's feet and ambled off, buzz axe over one shoulder, whistling an off key tune only a musician in the depths of hell would have recognised.
(Close enough.) Concluded the voice.
Player Name: Tyr
Player Age: 23
Player Contact: plurk - Tyrmer
Player/Character HMD: Here!
Other characters in game: None.
IC Information
Character Name: Krieg
Character Canon: Borderlands
Character Age/Gender: Unknown; unlikely to be anything out of the ordinary.
Canon Point: Pre game-start
Character Canon History: Krieg's Borderland wikipage
In short, he was a bandit who became an adventurer (Vault Hunter) but then got caught by the evil Hyperion organisation. He was tortured till his mind broke, and now he wanders the wastes "killing the deserving".
Character Personality:
Inside voice:
Inner!Krieg is a gentle, philosophical man. Although he used to be a bandit, he seems a very peaceable and pleasant sort He is against the violence in Krieg's life, and constantly yearns to stop it, to be a "normal" person once more. He often voices his desire to tell his victims to run away, to not attack him so that he won't have to kill them. This is of course ignored by Outer!Krieg, who revels in slaughter as much as the next psychologically blood thirsty homicidal maniac. He does seem to exert some influence over Inner!Krieg at times though, threatening to kill them both if he ever harms someone who "does not deserve it." Presumably the quantification of "deserve it" is Inner!Krieg's decision since he does make comments along the lines of "That one there, he is deserving."
Outside voice:
Outer!Krieg is a psycho. He enjoys butchering people, eating meat, drinking blood. You know, the usual. He strikes me as a gigantic (evil? Who can say?) child, with a love for violence for violence's sake. He has a particular enthusiasm for meat bicycles, poop, and declarations of a violent nature involving flesh, blood, bones, or some combination thereof.
Krieg:
It is unknown which, if either, of the personalities Krieg exhibits represents his previous self. The most obvious choice is that Inner!Krieg is the previous personality, with Outer!Krieg grafted over the top as a sort of self defence mechanism. This is backed up by the fact that Inner!Krieg seems to remember the time before they were a psycho, whereas Outer!Krieg does not seem to. However, we know Krieg was once a bandit and Inner!Krieg does not seem much like bandit material, so it is most likely that neither of them completely represents their previous existence. Krieg was probably your normal everyday slime ball on Pandora, with good and evil tendencies which have now been polarised by Hyperion's experiments and torture. He doesn't seem to have much in the way of aims in life, he just wanders around killing people and surviving - looking for anything to make the tedium, and the voice(s?), go away.
Character Abilities: Strong, fast, tough. Basically he's so crackers that he can push himself far further than a normal human. Oh and fear? That's just a four letter word that isn't poop or meat. He's not suicidal, he has a sense of self preservation, he's just not so constrained by the idea of physical or mental pain as most folks. Oh and he can normally lay his hands on an infeasibly large bundle of dynamite at a moment's notice even whilst pretty much naked. Where does he keep it? Who knows?
Character Inventory: Buzz axe, face mask, pants. Infeasibly large bundle of dynamite. Meat bicycles and poop trains optional.
Samples: Have a thread of him talking to himself.
Krieg sat hacking at the carcass of the bandit he'd found beating a women senseless next to the wreck of her land car. The way the blood sprayed across the cracked wasteland ground reminded him of countless other times he'd spilled blood across the cracked wasteland sands.
(Are you ever going to get bored of this?) The voice queried, mentally sighing at his outer self.
"I want his coccyx for a party favour!" Replied Krieg, quite reasonably.
(Fair enough.) The voice said, letting him go back to his work. The woman had started to stir behind them, eyes peering out from under bruised lids, a dry tongue investigating cracked and bloodies lips.
(She's waking up, try not to startle her. You've just rescued her. bBe her knight in shining armour, her saviour on a charging war horse.) He didn't expect much of an outcome. Krieg spun round, bloodied buzz axe in one hand and the base of the bandit's spine in the other.
"WHO'S READY FOR SOME BLOODY PARTY FAVOURS?" He roared. The woman screamed in pure terror, sure that she had leapt straight from the frying pan to the fire and that the psycho before her had every intention of tearing her limb from limb.
She was surprised, therefore, when he deposited the bloody lump of gristle and bone before her face with what, behind his mask, looked like a manic grin. Almost like a child showing a parent some bizarre trophy that it had found, and had immense pride in. The sheer disparity of events did little to ease her terror though, only adding a touch of confusion into the mix. She tried to scramble away, bruised and battered limbs finding new life as fear driven adrenaline soaked into her tissues.
"Get away from me you freak!" She yelled at him, beating at his face with her bare hands. Krieg stood there, head cocked to one side as she pounded on his chest and face.
(Now you see, that was not the most diplomatic way to handle tha-)
Krieg back handed her hard enough to send her flying several feet to land in a heap on the ground.
"Little girls should know not to play ribcage rattler with a man with no ribcage." Krieg declared knowingly, as if this was the most basic assumption common to all civilised men and women. He walked over and offered her his hand up off the ground. The woman, slightly dazed, just saw him reaching for her and curled up tight in a ball ready for death. Krieg shrugged, and reached into his belt for an arm jabber and lump of shiiiiny bootshine.
He dropped the medineedle and the pile of money at the women's feet and ambled off, buzz axe over one shoulder, whistling an off key tune only a musician in the depths of hell would have recognised.
(Close enough.) Concluded the voice.