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azerune (simple, isn't it?)
Contact Info: I don't exist! Muahahahaha..haha...AIM is nyctotheory.
Other Characters: Yakko Warner, A British Taxi
From: A Nanowrimo story. No, really. Meaning OC.
Appearance: Elias is, for all intensive purposes, a ferret. Now, he's a ferret the size of a very short man, standing somewhere around four and a half feet tall, and he's a ferret that wears a suit, pants, and a snazzy hat. He is also a ferret that can drive cars, eat anything humans do (though he does prefer to tend towards carnivorous habits), live a lifespan analogous to a human's, and interacts on a human level with the other people on his world. But he is, after that, just a simple ferret with a stripe across his face.
That is, if ferrets existed in his world. But they do not. They exist in ours.
Age: Around 25, roughly.
Gender: Male
Personality: Elias fancies himself a gentleman, and if he's in control of himself at the time will do everything he can to act as he believes a gentleman would. In truth, he is - or perhaps was at first - a very ordinary sort of guy, with a somewhat boring first impression, albeit an irritable one (and at times, sarcastic). He doesn't react overly well to crises, has a lot of fear, and has no greater life ambition than to go about his own life. There was a time when he was a much more adventurous, curious sort, right up until actual adventure was shoved up to his nose and forced him to face it.
Over the course of time, he was slowly reduced to a paranoid, cynical creature who suspects any action he may or may not take will ultimately result in his demise. Living in constant fear, getting his hopes up only to have them dashed again and again left him in a state of forlorn misery, and the only thing that keeps him sane is ranting and railing at the man who dragged him into the middle of everything. Having a foil, nemesis, or at least constant aggravation (and also best friend) is something he'd never admit to needing, but it's all that's kept him going.
There are a few triggers he's got that'll set him off into arguing, eventually degrading further into a purely immature shouting match if he gets mad enough: calling him a ferret is the prime one -- as he does not know this species, he'll take it either as an insult or as a mythical animal. As he'd ask, "And what do you mean by that? What's a ferret? I am NOT a ferret."
As you may have gathered already, he has several layers, the first of which is 'suave and confident'. This is a bluff. Do not fall for it. It's really a question of how long he can keep that up (often, not for long) -- or if he'll ever mature enough to the point where he can become what he WISHES he was, which is some mix between the ferret version of James Bond and Sherlock Holmes. Deeper down, he's an insecure wreck who's been driven to neurosis.
This does not mean he's not a good person; he's a very good person, and if cowardice makes him flee from something, guilt will bring him back and make him face it. He doesn't like seeing things break, especially things he feels he could have fixed or prevented, and as things progress he learns a bit of empathy and reasonable thinking underneath his victim complex laments of 'why me'. To him, everything that can happen to him, will - when it comes to hearing about disasters he's become a verified hypochondriac. If it happened to someone else, it might- no, he'll assume it WILL happen to him.
Oddly enough, this adds to his determination to prevent bad things from happening.
Backstory: "Elias Markell was a regular citizen in every sense of the word... well, almost every. He paid his taxes on time, he watched television, he served jury duty, and was about to go to traffic court to try to get the chance to get a ticket off his record. But no one ever seemed to have the heart to inform him the most important part of his life – that he was actually a ferret."
Elias worked in a blue collar accounting job, which he was average at. He bought groceries, he drove a car -- in short, he did everything a ferret can't do. He was fine with this, if a little bored, up until one fateful day when he was driving to appear in traffic court.
And the first meteor hit the ground in front of him.
Shortly after, a man named Dustin Miller introduced himself by way of annoying monologue, and Elias's troubles started.
During the course of his adventures, he'd seen many things - he'd played galactic tennis with meteors, faced the monster known as the media, fought invading aliens before realizing they just wanted Antarctica, and was never able to convince Dustin he wanted no part in any of this. The meteor shower that was in their alternate Earth's path (due to ANOTHER planet deflecting them, thanks extinct alien race, thanks a lot) was dealt with -- maybe.
He never reached that part of the story. Because he was unconscious.
Moral Standing: Neutral Good
Dreams: CAN'T YOU PEOPLE LEAVE ME ALONE?!
Fears: Death, the world ending, Dustin's stories
Extra: There is no ferret
He might understand other languages, since the aliens implanted something in his head to let them talk to him. It doesn't work always, and it messes his speech up sometimes more than it already would be. Might being the keyword - the chip isn't a universal translator, but only catches what has already been logged, or is close enough to figure out. Since they've encountered far more species than the book'll ever mention, it's up to the other player if it'll work.
Samples: See: novel excerpts. It's all the same.
Writing Sample:
Dear Mun Entry
Elias had thought, yesterday, he was on the brink of despair. Now, he knew without a doubt that he had passed that threshold. With a wail he fell to his knees, staring in horror at his house. Almost as if on cue, another board fell from the upper portion into the wreckage.
"My-- my house... That was my house!" he heard himself say, his voice oddly hollow as he repeated those words. This was not happening; this could not be happening, this was not happening. This had to be some nightmare, some dream. Once in a lifetime, one may expect something like a meteorite to happen to someone - and one may likewise hope that someone is not himself. But one would, after witnessing such an event, expect that it would never repeat itself. He simply could not come to terms with the reality of this event. It was too surreal, too....
"On the bright side," Dustin finally said, "you DO own this one."
That statement proved to be the final straw. Elias slowly turned to face the man, as though he wasn't certain he'd heard him correctly. "My house... is gone. My life... my life is possibly ruined. And all you care about is who owns the thing that caused it?!"
For once, Dustin looked slightly hurt. Not guilty, not chagrined - just wounded. "That's not all I care about." That expression was gone the next second, his typical happier demeanor replacing it. "You could get a lot of money for it."
"I don't care about the money!" Elias screeched. He'd had it. This was it. His temper was gone, his last nerve snapped. He had no idea what to do, had nowhere to live now, and all this idiot wanted to talk about was who owns a rock from space. Perfect, just perfect.
"You can get another house," Dustin offered. "Maybe one that's closer to the city. Come to think of it, I have seen one hit closer to the city before."
If Elias never heard that phrase referenced again, it would be too soon. "Will you just be quiet? For once?"
Dustin's answer was to continue musing about how this meteorite was different from the other ones in his experience - what experience? He'd see one other - and if that would effect anything.
Elias no longer heard him. He just stared forlornly at the wreckage that once was his house, and wondered who out there hated him so much that two meteors came in two days to wreck his life.
He continued to stare forlornly as news crews, onlookers, police and emergency vehicles arrived. He stared at the house forlornly while assuring people in a blank tone he was unharmed, and he stared at the house forlornly when asked what he wanted to do next. The cameras got beautiful shots of his forlorn stare, and of the wreckage, and their operators asked him merrily what his next plans were, if he was using some secret government weapon, and if he was cursed.
"A long time ago, there was a world not too dissimilar to our own. But they were beseiged with meteors displaced from somewhere! And for a while they came up with a strategy I dare say worked."
"What? What is it?" Elias demanded. "Please, tell me!"
"They developed a field not unlike a giant racket in space and used it to play tennis."
"...what?"
"They used blunt force to deflect the meteors from hitting their planet. Those are the ones that finally reached Earth."
Elias slammed fist onto the table. "That's it!" he cried, "We'll just use that!"
"Oh, but I daresay it won't work."
"Why not?"
"They were annihilated by the second largest meteor that came by."
And to that, Elias merely took heart. "So we're in luck! We can deflect all the ones they managed to."
"That would be their own moon that was knocked out of orbit and into their world. The largest one is headed straight for us and will make impact in a year or so. Terrible shame, that."
Elias slumped in a chair, wondering not for the first or last time if he, or some grand trickster, was simply making all this up. Perhaps Elias had gone crazy, and simply did not yet know it.
Journal:
azerune (simple, isn't it?)Contact Info: I don't exist! Muahahahaha..haha...AIM is nyctotheory.
Other Characters: Yakko Warner, A British Taxi
From: A Nanowrimo story. No, really. Meaning OC.
Appearance: Elias is, for all intensive purposes, a ferret. Now, he's a ferret the size of a very short man, standing somewhere around four and a half feet tall, and he's a ferret that wears a suit, pants, and a snazzy hat. He is also a ferret that can drive cars, eat anything humans do (though he does prefer to tend towards carnivorous habits), live a lifespan analogous to a human's, and interacts on a human level with the other people on his world. But he is, after that, just a simple ferret with a stripe across his face.
That is, if ferrets existed in his world. But they do not. They exist in ours.
Age: Around 25, roughly.
Gender: Male
Personality: Elias fancies himself a gentleman, and if he's in control of himself at the time will do everything he can to act as he believes a gentleman would. In truth, he is - or perhaps was at first - a very ordinary sort of guy, with a somewhat boring first impression, albeit an irritable one (and at times, sarcastic). He doesn't react overly well to crises, has a lot of fear, and has no greater life ambition than to go about his own life. There was a time when he was a much more adventurous, curious sort, right up until actual adventure was shoved up to his nose and forced him to face it.
Over the course of time, he was slowly reduced to a paranoid, cynical creature who suspects any action he may or may not take will ultimately result in his demise. Living in constant fear, getting his hopes up only to have them dashed again and again left him in a state of forlorn misery, and the only thing that keeps him sane is ranting and railing at the man who dragged him into the middle of everything. Having a foil, nemesis, or at least constant aggravation (and also best friend) is something he'd never admit to needing, but it's all that's kept him going.
There are a few triggers he's got that'll set him off into arguing, eventually degrading further into a purely immature shouting match if he gets mad enough: calling him a ferret is the prime one -- as he does not know this species, he'll take it either as an insult or as a mythical animal. As he'd ask, "And what do you mean by that? What's a ferret? I am NOT a ferret."
As you may have gathered already, he has several layers, the first of which is 'suave and confident'. This is a bluff. Do not fall for it. It's really a question of how long he can keep that up (often, not for long) -- or if he'll ever mature enough to the point where he can become what he WISHES he was, which is some mix between the ferret version of James Bond and Sherlock Holmes. Deeper down, he's an insecure wreck who's been driven to neurosis.
This does not mean he's not a good person; he's a very good person, and if cowardice makes him flee from something, guilt will bring him back and make him face it. He doesn't like seeing things break, especially things he feels he could have fixed or prevented, and as things progress he learns a bit of empathy and reasonable thinking underneath his victim complex laments of 'why me'. To him, everything that can happen to him, will - when it comes to hearing about disasters he's become a verified hypochondriac. If it happened to someone else, it might- no, he'll assume it WILL happen to him.
Oddly enough, this adds to his determination to prevent bad things from happening.
Backstory: "Elias Markell was a regular citizen in every sense of the word... well, almost every. He paid his taxes on time, he watched television, he served jury duty, and was about to go to traffic court to try to get the chance to get a ticket off his record. But no one ever seemed to have the heart to inform him the most important part of his life – that he was actually a ferret."
Elias worked in a blue collar accounting job, which he was average at. He bought groceries, he drove a car -- in short, he did everything a ferret can't do. He was fine with this, if a little bored, up until one fateful day when he was driving to appear in traffic court.
And the first meteor hit the ground in front of him.
Shortly after, a man named Dustin Miller introduced himself by way of annoying monologue, and Elias's troubles started.
During the course of his adventures, he'd seen many things - he'd played galactic tennis with meteors, faced the monster known as the media, fought invading aliens before realizing they just wanted Antarctica, and was never able to convince Dustin he wanted no part in any of this. The meteor shower that was in their alternate Earth's path (due to ANOTHER planet deflecting them, thanks extinct alien race, thanks a lot) was dealt with -- maybe.
He never reached that part of the story. Because he was unconscious.
Moral Standing: Neutral Good
Dreams: CAN'T YOU PEOPLE LEAVE ME ALONE?!
Fears: Death, the world ending, Dustin's stories
Extra: There is no ferret
He might understand other languages, since the aliens implanted something in his head to let them talk to him. It doesn't work always, and it messes his speech up sometimes more than it already would be. Might being the keyword - the chip isn't a universal translator, but only catches what has already been logged, or is close enough to figure out. Since they've encountered far more species than the book'll ever mention, it's up to the other player if it'll work.
Samples: See: novel excerpts. It's all the same.
Writing Sample:
Dear Mun Entry
Brief excerpt from the novel:
Elias had thought, yesterday, he was on the brink of despair. Now, he knew without a doubt that he had passed that threshold. With a wail he fell to his knees, staring in horror at his house. Almost as if on cue, another board fell from the upper portion into the wreckage.
"My-- my house... That was my house!" he heard himself say, his voice oddly hollow as he repeated those words. This was not happening; this could not be happening, this was not happening. This had to be some nightmare, some dream. Once in a lifetime, one may expect something like a meteorite to happen to someone - and one may likewise hope that someone is not himself. But one would, after witnessing such an event, expect that it would never repeat itself. He simply could not come to terms with the reality of this event. It was too surreal, too....
"On the bright side," Dustin finally said, "you DO own this one."
That statement proved to be the final straw. Elias slowly turned to face the man, as though he wasn't certain he'd heard him correctly. "My house... is gone. My life... my life is possibly ruined. And all you care about is who owns the thing that caused it?!"
For once, Dustin looked slightly hurt. Not guilty, not chagrined - just wounded. "That's not all I care about." That expression was gone the next second, his typical happier demeanor replacing it. "You could get a lot of money for it."
"I don't care about the money!" Elias screeched. He'd had it. This was it. His temper was gone, his last nerve snapped. He had no idea what to do, had nowhere to live now, and all this idiot wanted to talk about was who owns a rock from space. Perfect, just perfect.
"You can get another house," Dustin offered. "Maybe one that's closer to the city. Come to think of it, I have seen one hit closer to the city before."
If Elias never heard that phrase referenced again, it would be too soon. "Will you just be quiet? For once?"
Dustin's answer was to continue musing about how this meteorite was different from the other ones in his experience - what experience? He'd see one other - and if that would effect anything.
Elias no longer heard him. He just stared forlornly at the wreckage that once was his house, and wondered who out there hated him so much that two meteors came in two days to wreck his life.
He continued to stare forlornly as news crews, onlookers, police and emergency vehicles arrived. He stared at the house forlornly while assuring people in a blank tone he was unharmed, and he stared at the house forlornly when asked what he wanted to do next. The cameras got beautiful shots of his forlorn stare, and of the wreckage, and their operators asked him merrily what his next plans were, if he was using some secret government weapon, and if he was cursed.
Another excerpt, later on...
"A long time ago, there was a world not too dissimilar to our own. But they were beseiged with meteors displaced from somewhere! And for a while they came up with a strategy I dare say worked."
"What? What is it?" Elias demanded. "Please, tell me!"
"They developed a field not unlike a giant racket in space and used it to play tennis."
"...what?"
"They used blunt force to deflect the meteors from hitting their planet. Those are the ones that finally reached Earth."
Elias slammed fist onto the table. "That's it!" he cried, "We'll just use that!"
"Oh, but I daresay it won't work."
"Why not?"
"They were annihilated by the second largest meteor that came by."
And to that, Elias merely took heart. "So we're in luck! We can deflect all the ones they managed to."
"That would be their own moon that was knocked out of orbit and into their world. The largest one is headed straight for us and will make impact in a year or so. Terrible shame, that."
Elias slumped in a chair, wondering not for the first or last time if he, or some grand trickster, was simply making all this up. Perhaps Elias had gone crazy, and simply did not yet know it.
