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quickattackjack) wrote2010-02-26 07:50 am
quickattackjack) wrote2010-02-26 07:50 am
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Character Name: Jack Skellington
Series: The Nightmare Before Christmas
Timeline: 1995 (two years after the film took place, supposing that the film took place during the modern year that it was released)
Canon Resource Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_nightma
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Skelli
(For this canon, I am disregarding the video games)
Affiliation: Trainer
Personality:
All hail Jack, the Pumpkin King!
He is kind without being a doormat and mischievous without being cruel. It's hard for him to resist a good scare when it presents itself though. A Pumpkin King has duties but rest assured, it's all in good fun! Jack tends to be oblivious to the dismay of those around him until it's too late. He has a terrible habit of talking himself into things, getting very excited, becoming impossible to derail, and then ending up totally surprised when said things don't work out the way he planned. Jack is a daydreamer. He becomes bored easily and while he does not mean to offend, he will sometimes stride off mid-conversation if something interesting catches his eye. It is not unusual for him to invite whomever he was speaking with to come along.
Jack has an enormous sense of curiosity and will go to surprising and even dangerous lengths to satisfy it. This allows him to adapt well. Why worry when you can learn? His optimism urges to believe things will turn out alright in the long run. While not entirely careless, he is not afraid to get dirty and make mistakes. In Jack's humble opinion, "Mistakes" are the names we give our past experiences. He loves making friends and always assumes the best of new people he meets until they give him a reason not to. Jack is a little too trusting and, in a strange new setting, quite gullible.
Jack always tries to keep it classy. He is polite, even in battle (unless you happen to be a sociopath sack of insects with a gambling problem), and is an incredibly good sport. He tries his best to follow rules but sometimes his bold and spacey nature causes him to bend them or even tie them in knots! After having made a mistake (and actually realizing it), Jack takes full responsibility and is the first to apologize and to do everything in his power to set things right. Sometimes this only ends up making things worse. He WILL follow you.
Strengths:
Jack be Nimble!
Old Jack is a very swift runner and jumps like a cricket. He is much better at dodging blows than delivering them. An entire (un?)lifetime of skulking through graveyards and back alleys has made him quite the master of surprise. He can fit into tight spaces, shimmy up doorways, and climb like a spider. He has no problem with heights. However, he is by no means a ninja. Without his 'ghoulishness' this makes him come off more as a spazz than a master of spookology though. You can only yell BOO at so many people before getting arrested.
"How DARE you treat my friends SO SHAMEFULLY!?"
The (ex)skeleton man is very loyal and protective of those he considers friends. Jack gives people the credit that they can get themselves out of trouble, but when things turn ugly and unfair, the gloves come off. Jack hates a poor sport. He is brave and not afraid to fight for what he belives is right, even if it means banging up this strange new body that has the habit of bleeding on occasion.
Weaknesses:
Lightweight.
While he is nimble and able to scream like a banshee, Jack can't put up much of a physical fight. A stiff wind could knock him over. He cannot carry a heavy load. Being introduced into a living breathing body has also made him more sensitive to things like bruises and cuts. And fatigue. They're supposed to be things that happen to other people. This is...inconvenient. But interesting! Jack is not a fan of sneezing.
TechnoFAIL.
Jack + technology= lols. His hometown wasn't very technologically advanced and relied heavily on magic. He stumbles with anything more complicated than one of those old telephones with the spinny dial. Technology fascinates and frustrates him. The Pokemon world boasts gadgets and gizmos that are small and compact. It is not easy to find where these devices keep their brains. It's maddening. It's fantastic!
Stranger in a Strange Land
Jack knows scary. He knows spooky and macabre and eerie. He does not know bright colors, undulating plasma beams, and tofu. The old king isn't much of an outdoorsman either. He tries his best to pick up on customs and faux pas but can't help but relate everything back to the autumn world he tumbled out of. He is far away from his monochrome home and his confidence has seemed to develop a crack or two. Cracks built character, though, right? Right! Right...
Pokemon Starter: Murkrow
Passwords: Salmon and riceball
Samples
First Person Sample:
Oh, boy.
The last time I woke up in a strange place, I was sleep walking in the woods on the outskirts of town. Today, I think I skipped the whole tree thing all together! This place is almost like the world we do our haunting in and that's where I thought I was until I was greeted by a cheerful human woman with a lunch box when I tried to sneak out. She wasn't frightened of me at all! It was the strangest thing. I let out a wail and she didn't even flinch. She told me to be quiet and launched into an explanation about how I ended up in her house and then something about poking mons and at that point I stopped paying attention because there was this music...
Then I passed back out because I didn't realize I had lungs and forgot to breathe. Embarrassing!
----
I have been given what seems to be a red and white Christmas ornament. I'm not sure how to feel about this. Also breathing. In and out! In and out! I am a champion breather!
----
I've made a friend! And I suppose it's time to talk about Pokemon Town now that I've had a few days to get my tombstones all in a row. First thing's first, and I'm a little emberassed to admit my, er, surprise about this, but I seem to be human. Not at all frightened, mind you! Just...surprised! It's very interesting. It's taken some getting used to. Still the same old Jack. Still breathing! I'm quite on top of that! Also, stairs hurt quite a lot more the wrong way down when you've got all these squishy parts to keep track of. I never was a multitasker. I also needed glasses. My hosts discovered this when I couldn't read the screen of--let me tell you about my Poke'Cog! In addition to the Christmas ornament and some new clothes, I was given something called the Poke'Cog. But there's nothing clockwork about it. This place is full of so many strange names. I love it! It's the most amazing machine I've ever encountered. Finklestein has an entire room full of machinery that does maybe one or two things, but this device can fit in my hand and it's a telephone and an bestiary, and...I'm not quite sure what this part do--
----
Third Person Sample:
"Krooow?"
"I know!"
"Koh- Koh- Krow!"
"Fascinating, isn't it?"
The Murkrow hopped back and forth along the hillside anxiously. Her trainer, an older fellow, lay a few feet away, on his back, with his hands stretched high above him. He was opening and closing them and watching the tendons under his skin move. He had worried, at fist, all this flesh and muscle and guts business would weigh him down or be bulky and unpleasant. Instead, it felt natural. He hardly noticed a difference. Perhaps he'd had such things all along, only invisible. Stranger things had happened to him. That week.
His Poke'Gear had been beeping on and off. It went ignored. He paid no mind to the strange, cheerful, bleeping and pinging music that seemed to drift from just beyond whatever hill or treeline they'd been heading for. A Rattata had made off with the half-eaten sandwich that had been laying near his head. That was enough. Suddenly, a big crooked beak invaded his line of sight and opened wide.
"Krow!" The bird Pokemon fluffed herself up and started digging at the earth under her trainer's head. He'd been laying there for three hours!
Jack was yanked from his studies. Studies, he'd decided, was a lot more impressive sounding than saying he'd been staring at his hands like he'd eaten too many Persim berries. "Edgar!"
"Koh Krow!"
Edgar tugged at his ponytail and hopped onto his chest. She nipped his jacket zipper and even tried to tug one of the Poke'balls off of his belt. Jack sat up and reached for the feathery black beachball he'd been blessed with. "I'm up! That beak of yours is sharp. What is it, boy?"
Edgar hopped away and danced around his abandoned pack and Poke'Gear. Jack watched her and tilted his head. The device beeped. The thin man's brows drifted upwards as he adjusted his glasses and crawled over to the rock he'd sat it on.
"It's doing that thing again." He picked the thing up gingerly, as if it were some kind of otherworldly, wailing child he had no idea what to do with. He sighed, defeated. "I guess we'll have to go and do this the easy way, Edgar." He tugged the backpack into his lap and started fishing around for the guide he hadn't so much as cracked open since the day he arrived.
"Murkrow." chided Edgar, taking her place on his shoulder.
Series: The Nightmare Before Christmas
Timeline: 1995 (two years after the film took place, supposing that the film took place during the modern year that it was released)
Canon Resource Links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_nightma
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Skelli
(For this canon, I am disregarding the video games)
Affiliation: Trainer
Personality:
All hail Jack, the Pumpkin King!
He is kind without being a doormat and mischievous without being cruel. It's hard for him to resist a good scare when it presents itself though. A Pumpkin King has duties but rest assured, it's all in good fun! Jack tends to be oblivious to the dismay of those around him until it's too late. He has a terrible habit of talking himself into things, getting very excited, becoming impossible to derail, and then ending up totally surprised when said things don't work out the way he planned. Jack is a daydreamer. He becomes bored easily and while he does not mean to offend, he will sometimes stride off mid-conversation if something interesting catches his eye. It is not unusual for him to invite whomever he was speaking with to come along.
Jack has an enormous sense of curiosity and will go to surprising and even dangerous lengths to satisfy it. This allows him to adapt well. Why worry when you can learn? His optimism urges to believe things will turn out alright in the long run. While not entirely careless, he is not afraid to get dirty and make mistakes. In Jack's humble opinion, "Mistakes" are the names we give our past experiences. He loves making friends and always assumes the best of new people he meets until they give him a reason not to. Jack is a little too trusting and, in a strange new setting, quite gullible.
Jack always tries to keep it classy. He is polite, even in battle (unless you happen to be a sociopath sack of insects with a gambling problem), and is an incredibly good sport. He tries his best to follow rules but sometimes his bold and spacey nature causes him to bend them or even tie them in knots! After having made a mistake (and actually realizing it), Jack takes full responsibility and is the first to apologize and to do everything in his power to set things right. Sometimes this only ends up making things worse. He WILL follow you.
Strengths:
Jack be Nimble!
Old Jack is a very swift runner and jumps like a cricket. He is much better at dodging blows than delivering them. An entire (un?)lifetime of skulking through graveyards and back alleys has made him quite the master of surprise. He can fit into tight spaces, shimmy up doorways, and climb like a spider. He has no problem with heights. However, he is by no means a ninja. Without his 'ghoulishness' this makes him come off more as a spazz than a master of spookology though. You can only yell BOO at so many people before getting arrested.
"How DARE you treat my friends SO SHAMEFULLY!?"
The (ex)skeleton man is very loyal and protective of those he considers friends. Jack gives people the credit that they can get themselves out of trouble, but when things turn ugly and unfair, the gloves come off. Jack hates a poor sport. He is brave and not afraid to fight for what he belives is right, even if it means banging up this strange new body that has the habit of bleeding on occasion.
Weaknesses:
Lightweight.
While he is nimble and able to scream like a banshee, Jack can't put up much of a physical fight. A stiff wind could knock him over. He cannot carry a heavy load. Being introduced into a living breathing body has also made him more sensitive to things like bruises and cuts. And fatigue. They're supposed to be things that happen to other people. This is...inconvenient. But interesting! Jack is not a fan of sneezing.
TechnoFAIL.
Jack + technology= lols. His hometown wasn't very technologically advanced and relied heavily on magic. He stumbles with anything more complicated than one of those old telephones with the spinny dial. Technology fascinates and frustrates him. The Pokemon world boasts gadgets and gizmos that are small and compact. It is not easy to find where these devices keep their brains. It's maddening. It's fantastic!
Stranger in a Strange Land
Jack knows scary. He knows spooky and macabre and eerie. He does not know bright colors, undulating plasma beams, and tofu. The old king isn't much of an outdoorsman either. He tries his best to pick up on customs and faux pas but can't help but relate everything back to the autumn world he tumbled out of. He is far away from his monochrome home and his confidence has seemed to develop a crack or two. Cracks built character, though, right? Right! Right...
Pokemon Starter: Murkrow
Passwords: Salmon and riceball
Samples
First Person Sample:
Oh, boy.
The last time I woke up in a strange place, I was sleep walking in the woods on the outskirts of town. Today, I think I skipped the whole tree thing all together! This place is almost like the world we do our haunting in and that's where I thought I was until I was greeted by a cheerful human woman with a lunch box when I tried to sneak out. She wasn't frightened of me at all! It was the strangest thing. I let out a wail and she didn't even flinch. She told me to be quiet and launched into an explanation about how I ended up in her house and then something about poking mons and at that point I stopped paying attention because there was this music...
Then I passed back out because I didn't realize I had lungs and forgot to breathe. Embarrassing!
----
I have been given what seems to be a red and white Christmas ornament. I'm not sure how to feel about this. Also breathing. In and out! In and out! I am a champion breather!
----
I've made a friend! And I suppose it's time to talk about Pokemon Town now that I've had a few days to get my tombstones all in a row. First thing's first, and I'm a little emberassed to admit my, er, surprise about this, but I seem to be human. Not at all frightened, mind you! Just...surprised! It's very interesting. It's taken some getting used to. Still the same old Jack. Still breathing! I'm quite on top of that! Also, stairs hurt quite a lot more the wrong way down when you've got all these squishy parts to keep track of. I never was a multitasker. I also needed glasses. My hosts discovered this when I couldn't read the screen of--let me tell you about my Poke'Cog! In addition to the Christmas ornament and some new clothes, I was given something called the Poke'Cog. But there's nothing clockwork about it. This place is full of so many strange names. I love it! It's the most amazing machine I've ever encountered. Finklestein has an entire room full of machinery that does maybe one or two things, but this device can fit in my hand and it's a telephone and an bestiary, and...I'm not quite sure what this part do--
----
Third Person Sample:
"Krooow?"
"I know!"
"Koh- Koh- Krow!"
"Fascinating, isn't it?"
The Murkrow hopped back and forth along the hillside anxiously. Her trainer, an older fellow, lay a few feet away, on his back, with his hands stretched high above him. He was opening and closing them and watching the tendons under his skin move. He had worried, at fist, all this flesh and muscle and guts business would weigh him down or be bulky and unpleasant. Instead, it felt natural. He hardly noticed a difference. Perhaps he'd had such things all along, only invisible. Stranger things had happened to him. That week.
His Poke'Gear had been beeping on and off. It went ignored. He paid no mind to the strange, cheerful, bleeping and pinging music that seemed to drift from just beyond whatever hill or treeline they'd been heading for. A Rattata had made off with the half-eaten sandwich that had been laying near his head. That was enough. Suddenly, a big crooked beak invaded his line of sight and opened wide.
"Krow!" The bird Pokemon fluffed herself up and started digging at the earth under her trainer's head. He'd been laying there for three hours!
Jack was yanked from his studies. Studies, he'd decided, was a lot more impressive sounding than saying he'd been staring at his hands like he'd eaten too many Persim berries. "Edgar!"
"Koh Krow!"
Edgar tugged at his ponytail and hopped onto his chest. She nipped his jacket zipper and even tried to tug one of the Poke'balls off of his belt. Jack sat up and reached for the feathery black beachball he'd been blessed with. "I'm up! That beak of yours is sharp. What is it, boy?"
Edgar hopped away and danced around his abandoned pack and Poke'Gear. Jack watched her and tilted his head. The device beeped. The thin man's brows drifted upwards as he adjusted his glasses and crawled over to the rock he'd sat it on.
"It's doing that thing again." He picked the thing up gingerly, as if it were some kind of otherworldly, wailing child he had no idea what to do with. He sighed, defeated. "I guess we'll have to go and do this the easy way, Edgar." He tugged the backpack into his lap and started fishing around for the guide he hadn't so much as cracked open since the day he arrived.
"Murkrow." chided Edgar, taking her place on his shoulder.