Hylozoist

One Piece-inspired RP

Having recently got into One Piece, I'm interested!

The Misfit Crew(Interest Check 2! :D)

Finished my CS with a lil' roleplay sample, clearly inspired by @Bacon's activities in a bar.

The Misfit Crew(Interest Check 2! :D)

Well, here we go @Dragonfly 9, a CS that's mostly done! Mostly!

"Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride."

Name: Derek

Age: 25-ish? Derek won't say.

Gender(or lack thereof): Male

What Makes You A Misfit?:
You know that film Ratatouille? Where there's a rat underneath a guy's hat steering him to make him a great chef? Okay, so keep that in mind, except (1) Derek is not a rat, he's a big ol' spider, (2) he's using some kind of strange magical power to possess and animate the bodies of the recently deceased rather than a hapless living Frenchman and, (3) Derek is less interested in helping whatever body he's possessed learn to cook and more to use them to do "fun human stuff". I'm not sure whether it's the "large magical spider", the "possessing the dead" or trying to answer the question of "can you find a Hawaiian shirt that makes a corpse look good?" that makes him a misfit, probably a little of all of it.

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:
Pretty sure being terrified of getting stuffed in a box and left to rot in some off-the-books basement in Area 66 - or worse, getting drafted into doing government work - is a perfectly natural thing to feel. While Derek is absolutely blase about the whole Classified Crew thing, mocking them openly and just daring them to catch up with the Misfit crew, it's bluster to hide the fact they scare the pants off him. If he wore pants. Which he doesn't. Therefore, clearly, they cannot scare the pants off him as he has no pants to scare off. Rumours that he did have pants and they have been scared off are obvious lies.

Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):
Looks suspiciously like a peacock spider, just quite a bit larger, at nearly six inches of pure arachnophobic terror / cute spider action (delete as appropriate). Like regular males of the species, he sports brightly coloured hairs, plentiful eyes and the correct number of limbs, thank you very much. The poor recently departed he rides on the head of changes, because while he's capable of possessing a corpse, he can't keep them looking fresh forever. As of the beginning of the game, he's borrowing the body of a promising young surfer dude, sadly missing and last seen at a beach notable for dangerous currents, who looks really rather dashing in a suspiciously large bucket hat.

Personality:
Derek has either lost the ability to plan ahead, or never had it in the first place, leading him to make (likely poor) decisions quickly. While he harbours some fairly significant fears about what would happen if he was caught, they're hidden under so many layers of happy-go-lucky let's-go can-do attitude that even he, sometimes, believes the facade he's put up. As something decidedly inhuman, that also uses humans as playthings, Derek has little qualms about doing stuff that polite society would frown upon, though he's thrown his lot in with his fellow Misfits and so has rather more time for their concerns and social rules. He's awfully keen on the idea of helping out his fellow Misfits, partly because he hopes that others would then do some kind of daring rescue if he got caught, but mostly because heroism is one of the more fun human things that he can get behind.

Skills/Abilities:
As a spider-y thing, he's rather talented at climbing, spinning webs from silk and scaring the bejeezus out of anyone who really doesn't like spiders. Derek maintains that he is also a very talented dancer, though clearly this doesn't translate into human dance styles but, trust him, as far as spiders go, these are some great moves. Has a rather sketchy knowledge of what could be considered "traditional" occult practices, of the sort that would've entertained well-to-do Victorians in their fancy parlours, so if you want to know exactly what kind of thing you'd need to summon something listed in the Ars Goetia, Derek will be happy to help. He could be wrong, but he's happy to help at least.

Powers/Magic:
He's able to possess humans, alive or dead, though Derek prefers using the dead as they put up considerably less of a fight about it. Living things can fight against this possession, those with more willpower find it easier to shake him off compared to the weak-willed, but fortunately corpses lack that spark of independence, so it's more of a guaranteed thing with them. Physical contact is required and must be maintained for it to work so, as much as he would love to be able to remotely control somebody, he has to put himself at risk by being present at whatever stupid hijinks they've planned.

Backstory(Optional):
Derek seems to present an entirely different backstory depending on his mood, all of which share the common trait of being far more elaborate, interesting and exciting than the actual truth - he was merely a curious familiar to a much more experienced magic user, living a comfortable life of being doted upon, fed crickets and guarding a bookshelf full of interesting tomes until she simply disappeared one day. His pretend backstories are far more interesting; he escaped from a zoo, he was once the mayor of some small midwestern town, he used to fight crime as "the real spider-man", he's a best-selling author but the publishers force him to use a nom de plume, etc. etc.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

"I've got a, uh what do you call it, bucket list a mile long," which wasn't quite the thing the recently deceased Michael "Micky" Davis thought he'd ever say post-mortem but, then again, people rarely thought about what they'd say after their own death. Not that they were his words. Derek, who was less-than-comfortably squashed between Micky's bald spot and the inside of a baseball cap that'd seen better days, put the words in his mouth. Micky stood, pressing his hands against the beer-sticky tabletop to help, and took his leave through the back door of the bar. Out back, where there was cool air, stale smells, pitted concrete and a guy who Derek was reasonably certain that Micky could take in a fight. Somewhere on that bucket list of his was 'see what a back-alley brawl is like' and this was the chance to cross it off.

A few moments passed in a swirl of wild punches, screamed obscenities, all culminating in a sickeningly wet thud as Michael Davis hit the ground. It was a good strike, a lucky sort of punch that knocked the hat - and Derek, hiding within - flying and, now without the benefit of being possessed, left Micky on his back, staring blankly up into an uncaring night sky for the second time in as many weeks. In the ensuing pandamonium, Derek, camouflaged in some sense by the hat he was hiding underneath, scuttled back into the bar. Poor lighting and the general unwillingness of people to look down at their own feet afforded him a safe enough journey back to the group.

From underneath the hat, a single large spider leg tapped the ground a few times, until eventually it landed upon a foot in an open-toed sandal. A tap followed, then a more urgent couple of taps, until finally Derek spoke with his own voice, high-pitched, barely audible over the sounds of the conversation happening over the table above him. There was also the other noises to contend with, such as the lady who'd burst inside, wild-eyed, shouting that somebody needs to call an ambulance, the cops, someone. There was a fight, apparently. Somebody got hurt.

"Can you please hurry this up, hurry up, hurry up," Derek urgently tapped, tapped, tapped again, trying to balance the need to be heard and understood with the equally important need of remaining out of sight, "we need to be somewhere, um, really anywhere else."

The Misfit Crew(Interest Check 2! :D)

I'd like to register my interest, and will quietly putter away at trying to do the whole character sheet thingymajiggy!

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Apologies as ever for the delays on my end; things have been alternating between "weird" and "hectic" at the moment. I've started writing out a post and should have finished re-writing and editing it by tomorrow, providing there's not a bunch of angry people outside my house with burning torches and pitchforks before then.

NOVA DAWN

Will probably have a post up tomorrow, weekends are generally a hectic mess for me.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Well, @Archmage MC, if you can't think of something, it's no problem - just let me knoww, and I'll move things on.

What Are You Listening To?

NOVA DAWN

I see you haven't studied up on your comedic boneology, that joke was pretty boneless.

@Dark Wind

I don't know, it tickled my funny bone. You might say I found it quite humerus.

NOVA DAWN

"And that's why aliens have so many bones in them! They keep them with them at all times to build emergency shelters. Suddenly it all makes sense."