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Mar. 28th, 2012 04:59 pmOriginal Canon Character Application
Out Of Character
Name: Tasha
Age: 22
Journal: kilobites[Bad username or unknown identity: ”dw][Bad username or site: ”lj @ ”livejournal.com”]
Contact: sergeantskittles@gmail.com (email), sergeantskittls (AIM), kilobites (Plurk)
In Character
Name: Edward "Teddy" Caprici
Canon: Original character from Bioshock canon
Canon Point: 1957
Sex/Gender: Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: 23
Belongings: Pocketknife, cigarettes and lighter, one hypodermic needle, rolled up sheet music, reading glasses, pencil.
Skills and Powers: Teddy is a highly talented pianist, having both been born with natural musical talent and having taken lessons from a young age. He spent most of his teenaged years writing his own music, and is generally very good at composition. He can hold his own in a fight fairly well, but he's a lot better at antagonizing and irritating people than actually brawling -- which means he's a fast runner and good at avoiding danger.
As far as powers go, Teddy has used drugs to splice his genes, meaning that he now has the ability to create fire in his hands and turn invisible for a brief amount of time. When outside of the Gates, these powers are nullified, and his genetic structure returns to normal.
Physical Description: Teddy is about 5'11" and fairly slim, with not too much obvious muscle, though he is not overly skinny. He has dark blond hair, bluish grey eyes, and tends to wear casual clothes, like t-shirts, jeans, and a leather jacket -- which is the outfit he'll be arriving in. While he dresses up when he does musical performances, he's never been entirely comfortable in a suit and tie, and slouches even more than usual when he has to wear one. He usually carries himself somewhat slouched with his hands in his pockets, although he can occasionally be cocky and carry himself with an obvious swagger.
Book Description: His book is black and white, with a pattern like piano keys on the front cover. The back looks a little old and beat up, with an obvious tear in it, while the front is much neater and newer. The bookmark looks a bit like a tape recorder.
History and Personality: Teddy was born in 1934 in Chicago to a middle class family. His father was Italian and Irish, and his mother was Irish. Growing up, he constantly got into trouble for fooling around in school and ignoring his parents and teachers. The only thing that ever held his attention for any significant amount of time was playing piano, which his parents fortunately encouraged. Piano lessons were the highlight of his week, and as a young teenager, he began composing his own music. Although he never did well in school, he managed to avoid expulsion -- after all, he only ever taunted and antagonized people, rarely got into actual physical fights. And while he didn't pay attention when he was there, he still attended class, if only so that he didn't get in trouble for skipping. He spent a fair amount of time hanging out with "the wrong crowd", smoking, drinking, and looking like a "hooligan". His rebellious attitudes have carried over into many aspects of his life, and he has a hard time going along with traditional authority.
Teddy chose not to go to college, although his parents wanted him to, focusing on his music instead, and by 1955, he'd moved to New York and was performing at several medium-sized venues. He was generally well-regarded as a musician, but was easily bored and was never interested in the fame aspect of performance. Some of his compositions were considered to be too experimental, so he didn't get to perform them as much as he liked. This made him grow resentful of the artistic community, believing that they were simply more interested in fame and money than any actual musical talent, which he knew he possessed, and is even slightly egotistical about.
However, this changed in late 1955 when Sander Cohen, the poet and composer, invited him to come to Rapture, a city that was located beneath the ocean. Cohen was one of the main artistic visionaries of the city, and told Teddy that in Rapture, nobody would call his music too experimental or decry his talent. Teddy believed that this would be the chance to get to do what he wanted, as opposed to playing the music other people wanted him to play. He agreed to go to Rapture as one of Cohen's "disciples", musicians and artists Cohen took under his wing and sponsored as well as trained.
As soon as Teddy arrived in Rapture, however, he realized that in some ways, things were very similar as they were in New York. He may have been able to perform some of his own music, but, for the most part, he was stuck performing Cohen's compositions, most of which he thought weren't very good, or at least not as good as his own. His rebellious streak only deepened when he met Cohen's other "disciples", some of whom Cohen was, ostensibly, involved in a sexual relationship with. Although Teddy is gay, he is far more likely to respond to any type of flirtation with a "How about you leave me the fuck alone" than a flirtatious comment in return, and he disliked the implication that just because he liked men and worked for Cohen, he would immediately seek to make his relationship sexual. This led him to attempt to strike out on his own artistically, but this was very difficult in a city where Cohen made most of the rules artistically.
Instead, Teddy turned to gene splicing, something very dangerous and addictive that many people in Rapture -- including Cohen and his other disciples -- engaged in. Instead of settling for smaller modifications like making himself faster or slightly stronger, he went for the big ticket items, things that acted almost like superpowers such as the ability to turn himself invisible briefly or to shoot fire from his hands. However, he chose only these two, knowing that further use of the highly addictive "Plasmids" would begin to alter his appearance for the worse. As a very physically vain individual, he was more concerned about the physical affects of splicing, and tries his hardest to use his powers sparingly, so that he doesn't have to inject himself with more extremely addictive EVE (the drug used to power ones abilities) very frequently.
As it stands now, Teddy is someone than Sander Cohen might scornfully refer to as a "doubter", a person that believes Cohen's artistic talent isn't nearly as great as he makes it out to be. However, Teddy is a doubter in many other ways, too. He is cynical, rebellious, and doesn't believe in following authority -- from God to the government, he believes in none of it. Despite these traits, he is also witty, musically talented, and surprisingly willing to help other people when pressed.
World Description: Teddy's 1957 world is outwardly very similar to our normal world, except for one aspect: Rapture. Rapture is a city formed by Andrew Ryan in 1946, after World War II. Ryan believed that people should be able to live in a city that did not fear government censorship or oppression. It was founded on the values of free trade, capitalism, and deregulation, meaning that it only has one law: no contact with the surface. He invited only the brightest and the best in art, science, and industry to populate Rapture, meaning that the city is filled with highly talented and intelligent individuals.
Furthermore, a discovery of a substance called ADAM, a gene splicing material that one can use to alter ones genetic code, has led to the creation of Plasmids. Plasmids are injectable gene alterations such as super speed, super strength, electricity or fire, or telekinesis. As mentioned above, gene splicing is highly addictive and can result in mental instability as well as negative physical side effects. These abilities are powered by EVE, an injectable drug.
While Rapture was economically and socially successful for ten years, the cracks began to show when smuggling became more endemic, breaking the no contact with the surface rule and leading to a rise in crime. As of 1957, smuggling is still a serious issue, and some people are beginning to think that Andrew Ryan is more like a dictator than a good city owner. The rampant splicing going on has led to a rise in crime as well, as people resort to more and more desperate measures to obtain ADAM and Plasmids.
Samples
First Person/Action brackets:
Okay, someone wanna explain to me why the fuck there's a fucking octopus thing down there?
[He tilts his camera down the hallway, showing the door behind which the octopus is.]
'cause, y'know, I'm kinda thinking that I'm not just seeing things. Okay, I mean...
[He scratches his head, looking thoughtful for a moment.]
Yeah, I've been doing some shit, before anyone asks, but not the kinda shit that makes you see that, okay?
[A sigh.]
Oh, and it'd be really neat if someone wanted to explain to me where the fuck I am, too. That'd be cool.
Third Person/Prose:
He woke up gasping. He was cold. And fuck, his head hurt. The drugs didn't help that. They never helped that. He looked around. Then did a double take. This was definitely not where he'd fallen asleep, although it was a floor, and he'd fallen asleep on a floor. It was a different fucking floor. The one he'd fallen asleep on had been carpeted. This one wasn't. That sort of thing didn't just change.
"So, uh..." Well, that was a great way to start out asking where he was. Cool. He was already sounding like a total weenie and he'd barely even opened his eyes all the way. "Hey, anyone out there?" That was a little better. He rolled over, not picking himself up from the floor yet, just flat on his stomach, staring at the wall. That looked like a bookshelf. Okay, where could he be with a bookshelf?
"Hey man, look, if this is you guys' idea of a fucking prank..." He trailed off, shaking his head. It didn't seem like a prank. Or at least, it'd be a pretty crappy one if it was. It wasn't like he'd never woken up somewhere he didn't recognize, right? He dragged himself up to his knees, wincing as his head throbbed.
"Martin? Silas? Shit, Cohen?" Might as well ask for everybody. They'd've been the ones involved, if anyone was involved. Putting him in a fucking library. Real funny. He remained on his knees for a few more seconds, staring at the floor, willing himself not to throw up.
Out Of Character
Name: Tasha
Age: 22
Journal: kilobites[Bad username or unknown identity: ”dw][Bad username or site: ”lj @ ”livejournal.com”]
Contact: sergeantskittles@gmail.com (email), sergeantskittls (AIM), kilobites (Plurk)
In Character
Name: Edward "Teddy" Caprici
Canon: Original character from Bioshock canon
Canon Point: 1957
Sex/Gender: Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: 23
Belongings: Pocketknife, cigarettes and lighter, one hypodermic needle, rolled up sheet music, reading glasses, pencil.
Skills and Powers: Teddy is a highly talented pianist, having both been born with natural musical talent and having taken lessons from a young age. He spent most of his teenaged years writing his own music, and is generally very good at composition. He can hold his own in a fight fairly well, but he's a lot better at antagonizing and irritating people than actually brawling -- which means he's a fast runner and good at avoiding danger.
As far as powers go, Teddy has used drugs to splice his genes, meaning that he now has the ability to create fire in his hands and turn invisible for a brief amount of time. When outside of the Gates, these powers are nullified, and his genetic structure returns to normal.
Physical Description: Teddy is about 5'11" and fairly slim, with not too much obvious muscle, though he is not overly skinny. He has dark blond hair, bluish grey eyes, and tends to wear casual clothes, like t-shirts, jeans, and a leather jacket -- which is the outfit he'll be arriving in. While he dresses up when he does musical performances, he's never been entirely comfortable in a suit and tie, and slouches even more than usual when he has to wear one. He usually carries himself somewhat slouched with his hands in his pockets, although he can occasionally be cocky and carry himself with an obvious swagger.
Book Description: His book is black and white, with a pattern like piano keys on the front cover. The back looks a little old and beat up, with an obvious tear in it, while the front is much neater and newer. The bookmark looks a bit like a tape recorder.
History and Personality: Teddy was born in 1934 in Chicago to a middle class family. His father was Italian and Irish, and his mother was Irish. Growing up, he constantly got into trouble for fooling around in school and ignoring his parents and teachers. The only thing that ever held his attention for any significant amount of time was playing piano, which his parents fortunately encouraged. Piano lessons were the highlight of his week, and as a young teenager, he began composing his own music. Although he never did well in school, he managed to avoid expulsion -- after all, he only ever taunted and antagonized people, rarely got into actual physical fights. And while he didn't pay attention when he was there, he still attended class, if only so that he didn't get in trouble for skipping. He spent a fair amount of time hanging out with "the wrong crowd", smoking, drinking, and looking like a "hooligan". His rebellious attitudes have carried over into many aspects of his life, and he has a hard time going along with traditional authority.
Teddy chose not to go to college, although his parents wanted him to, focusing on his music instead, and by 1955, he'd moved to New York and was performing at several medium-sized venues. He was generally well-regarded as a musician, but was easily bored and was never interested in the fame aspect of performance. Some of his compositions were considered to be too experimental, so he didn't get to perform them as much as he liked. This made him grow resentful of the artistic community, believing that they were simply more interested in fame and money than any actual musical talent, which he knew he possessed, and is even slightly egotistical about.
However, this changed in late 1955 when Sander Cohen, the poet and composer, invited him to come to Rapture, a city that was located beneath the ocean. Cohen was one of the main artistic visionaries of the city, and told Teddy that in Rapture, nobody would call his music too experimental or decry his talent. Teddy believed that this would be the chance to get to do what he wanted, as opposed to playing the music other people wanted him to play. He agreed to go to Rapture as one of Cohen's "disciples", musicians and artists Cohen took under his wing and sponsored as well as trained.
As soon as Teddy arrived in Rapture, however, he realized that in some ways, things were very similar as they were in New York. He may have been able to perform some of his own music, but, for the most part, he was stuck performing Cohen's compositions, most of which he thought weren't very good, or at least not as good as his own. His rebellious streak only deepened when he met Cohen's other "disciples", some of whom Cohen was, ostensibly, involved in a sexual relationship with. Although Teddy is gay, he is far more likely to respond to any type of flirtation with a "How about you leave me the fuck alone" than a flirtatious comment in return, and he disliked the implication that just because he liked men and worked for Cohen, he would immediately seek to make his relationship sexual. This led him to attempt to strike out on his own artistically, but this was very difficult in a city where Cohen made most of the rules artistically.
Instead, Teddy turned to gene splicing, something very dangerous and addictive that many people in Rapture -- including Cohen and his other disciples -- engaged in. Instead of settling for smaller modifications like making himself faster or slightly stronger, he went for the big ticket items, things that acted almost like superpowers such as the ability to turn himself invisible briefly or to shoot fire from his hands. However, he chose only these two, knowing that further use of the highly addictive "Plasmids" would begin to alter his appearance for the worse. As a very physically vain individual, he was more concerned about the physical affects of splicing, and tries his hardest to use his powers sparingly, so that he doesn't have to inject himself with more extremely addictive EVE (the drug used to power ones abilities) very frequently.
As it stands now, Teddy is someone than Sander Cohen might scornfully refer to as a "doubter", a person that believes Cohen's artistic talent isn't nearly as great as he makes it out to be. However, Teddy is a doubter in many other ways, too. He is cynical, rebellious, and doesn't believe in following authority -- from God to the government, he believes in none of it. Despite these traits, he is also witty, musically talented, and surprisingly willing to help other people when pressed.
World Description: Teddy's 1957 world is outwardly very similar to our normal world, except for one aspect: Rapture. Rapture is a city formed by Andrew Ryan in 1946, after World War II. Ryan believed that people should be able to live in a city that did not fear government censorship or oppression. It was founded on the values of free trade, capitalism, and deregulation, meaning that it only has one law: no contact with the surface. He invited only the brightest and the best in art, science, and industry to populate Rapture, meaning that the city is filled with highly talented and intelligent individuals.
Furthermore, a discovery of a substance called ADAM, a gene splicing material that one can use to alter ones genetic code, has led to the creation of Plasmids. Plasmids are injectable gene alterations such as super speed, super strength, electricity or fire, or telekinesis. As mentioned above, gene splicing is highly addictive and can result in mental instability as well as negative physical side effects. These abilities are powered by EVE, an injectable drug.
While Rapture was economically and socially successful for ten years, the cracks began to show when smuggling became more endemic, breaking the no contact with the surface rule and leading to a rise in crime. As of 1957, smuggling is still a serious issue, and some people are beginning to think that Andrew Ryan is more like a dictator than a good city owner. The rampant splicing going on has led to a rise in crime as well, as people resort to more and more desperate measures to obtain ADAM and Plasmids.
Samples
First Person/Action brackets:
Okay, someone wanna explain to me why the fuck there's a fucking octopus thing down there?
[He tilts his camera down the hallway, showing the door behind which the octopus is.]
'cause, y'know, I'm kinda thinking that I'm not just seeing things. Okay, I mean...
[He scratches his head, looking thoughtful for a moment.]
Yeah, I've been doing some shit, before anyone asks, but not the kinda shit that makes you see that, okay?
[A sigh.]
Oh, and it'd be really neat if someone wanted to explain to me where the fuck I am, too. That'd be cool.
Third Person/Prose:
He woke up gasping. He was cold. And fuck, his head hurt. The drugs didn't help that. They never helped that. He looked around. Then did a double take. This was definitely not where he'd fallen asleep, although it was a floor, and he'd fallen asleep on a floor. It was a different fucking floor. The one he'd fallen asleep on had been carpeted. This one wasn't. That sort of thing didn't just change.
"So, uh..." Well, that was a great way to start out asking where he was. Cool. He was already sounding like a total weenie and he'd barely even opened his eyes all the way. "Hey, anyone out there?" That was a little better. He rolled over, not picking himself up from the floor yet, just flat on his stomach, staring at the wall. That looked like a bookshelf. Okay, where could he be with a bookshelf?
"Hey man, look, if this is you guys' idea of a fucking prank..." He trailed off, shaking his head. It didn't seem like a prank. Or at least, it'd be a pretty crappy one if it was. It wasn't like he'd never woken up somewhere he didn't recognize, right? He dragged himself up to his knees, wincing as his head throbbed.
"Martin? Silas? Shit, Cohen?" Might as well ask for everybody. They'd've been the ones involved, if anyone was involved. Putting him in a fucking library. Real funny. He remained on his knees for a few more seconds, staring at the floor, willing himself not to throw up.
