Post by alohilani on Dec 11, 2009 12:49:59 GMT -5
((Zaz told me you had someone playing him but they left?... I thought I wouldn't lose anything by trying, at least, because he's my favorite character. So here goes.))
Player Handle: Alohilani. If that's too much a mouthful you can call me Al. Or Lohi. Or Cassandra, which is my real name.
IMS: BuddingAnimator on AIM, experiment630kila@hotmail.com on MSN, kilaxm on Skype.
E-Mail: BuddingAnimator@aol.com
Cannon Or Original?: Canon.
Character Name: Razputin Aquato.
Aliases: Raz, also maybe Agent Aquato. And one time, Raz the Spaz. But he didn't like that much.
Special Abilities: -ahem- Psi-blasting, astral projection, telekinesis, invisibility, hitting things really hard with a psychic fist, clairvoyance, pyrokinesis, psychic shielding, levitation, confusion... and he can read minds to an extent, particularly when girls are thinking about kissing him. And he memorized the Whispering Rock pamphlet.
Profession: PSYCHONAUT~ Before that, he was an acrobat.
Skills: He was an acrobat in the circus so he knows a lot of cool stuff like how to swing on rails and trapezes, slide on rails, walk on tightropes, etc. And, he can do a handstand on a rail.
Weaknesses: Well, whenever he goes too close to water a hand reaches out and drowns him. Other than that, well... he seems to be a bit touchy about people implying he's inferior to them in some way, or isn't old enough/experienced enough to do something. That could get him into serious trouble if the wrong person used it to bait him.
Special Note: Err... I don't think Raz has any deep dark secrets, really.
Age: 10. I guess he might have turned 11 if this RP is set a while after the game?
Gender: Male.
Description: Big green eyes, brown hair, er...
Clothing Style/Uniform: He's shown in a Psychonauts uniform at the end of the game, but since Sasha and Milla don't wear them, Raz has probably reverted to his old outfit of neon green turtleneck, leather jacket thing, jeans, backpack and gloves. Oh! And a big red-and-white helmet with goggles.
Family: Well, his dad is the only one who appears in the game. The wiki says he also has a mom and four brothers and sisters, never named.
Raz has a weird relationship with his dad; for a while he thought his dad wanted him dead because he was psychic. This was not true and they seem to have patched things up. And while the rest of his family is never shown, he apparently wasn't attached to them enough not to run away.
Personality: Raz is a very enthusiastic and driven little boy (almost to the point of obsession, one would think, having memorized the entire Whispering Rock pamphlet). He's eager to prove himself and doesn't take kindly to anyone telling him not to do something. He's protective of his friends and he takes himself and the business of being a Psychonaut very seriously. Almost too seriously.
Quirks: We-e-ell, he does this little victory dance thing... |D
Likes: Psychonauts and all related things, True Psychic Tales magazine, setting things on fire with his mind, Lili Zanotto.
Dislikes: Water, the circus, nightmare bunnies and things made of meat. Also seeing his friends in trouble.
History: Raz was born in a broken-down old gypsy caravan and raised in the circus. At ten years old a mysterious dude in a trenchcoat and mustache gave him a pamphlet to Whispering Rock. Raz decided this was the place for him and since his dad wouldn't let him go, he ran away to camp, making a dramatic entrance.
Initially there was some objection to letting him participate in psychic training without parental permission, but Raz managed to coax his way into earning a Basic Braining badge, a Marksmanship badge and a Levitation badge- and then stuff hit the fan when he found out some no-goodnik was stealing the brains of the kids in the camp!
A rendezvous with fellow camper Lili Zanotto revealed that the guy behind this was none other than Coach Oleander, one of the camp counselors. Right after divulging this information, Lili was kidnapped by a giant lungfish monster, and Raz made a vow to save her. With the guidance of retired Psychonaut Ford Cruller, Raz embarked on an epic quest, traveling through the minds of insane people and the grounds of a ruined asylum to rescue the camp, the girl he loved, and the minds of psychics everywhere. And the world. Assuming the evil scheme would have worked out.
Well, doing all that proved that Raz did indeed have what it takes to become a Psychonaut, so he was allowed to become one. He is, presumably, still a Psychonaut and doing awesome things.
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Roleplay Sample:
ESCAPE
He'd just ripped it up.
Just ripped it up like garbage.
The image of torn pieces of paper lying scattered on the ground burned bright in the young boy's mind as he darted across the middle of the encampment. All around him he could hear the creak of wooden caravans, little more than cheap boxes on wheels.
He'd had no right to rip it up. No right. Oh, the boy had suspected his father's disapproval for a long time when begging and begging for special training had met with a cold shoulder (even when he used The Eyes!)- but ripping up the pamphlet was the last straw. He was taking things into his own hands now.
The boy headed straight for a particular box, one with a gaudy sign (but they all had gaudy signs) on the side reading 'World's Smallest Pony'. He glanced over his shoulder to ensure he hadn't been spotted- it was mostly a formality; everyone was asleep and even if they hadn't been, he'd bribed his siblings with candy so they wouldn't squeal if they saw him, and his mom or dad would just think he was visiting the pony (although they might wonder why he was fully dressed this time of night).
No one was around. He ducked into the cabin, meeting the familiar smell of horse.
"Hey, girl," he said in a low voice. "It's me, Raz."
A soft snout bumped his thighs with a whicker. Raz patted the animal's short neck. "Wanna go for a walk, girl?"
He slipped a bridle onto the pony's head and eased open the door of the caravan. It made a loud creaking sound and Raz automatically froze-
-but no one was stirring. He was too far from the family's sleeping quarters for them to have heard, most likely (and the hired help was probably too drunk to wake up).
He relaxed and led the pony towards the exit of the encampment. The little animal trotted obediently beside him, as quiet as you could want.
The minute they were out of the circle of boxes, Raz slipped something onto the pony's back- not a saddle, because the pony was too small for a saddle. It was a strap-type thing, with footholds in it.
In one fluid motion he stepped atop the pony's back, slipping his feet into the footholds and taking up the reins in one hand. He leaned forward, a signal which the horse knew well. She flew into a gallop.
With one part of his mind Raz concentrated on leading the horse down the dirt path. With the rest of his mind he kept 'listening' for activity from the camped circus he was leaving behind. Nothing.
The dirt path widened into a gravel road, then intersected with a paved one. At this point Raz dismounted the pony, gave her an apple and said: "Thanks, girl."
He slipped a piece of paper under the strap of her bridle. The paper said:
DAD
I know you don't appreciate me or my talent so I'm going somewhere to get training, and I'll probably never come back ever. Love, Raz.
"Maracas."
'Maracas' was the signal that told the well-trained pony to go home to her box, which she did. Raz turned to face the road, adjusting the straps of his backpack and pursing his lips in a determined frown.
Now came the tricky part. Running away was fine, but you had to have somewhere to run away to. (Otherwise, Raz might long ago have acted on his impulse to crawl in the trunk of a guest's car and escape that way.)
Raz pressed two fingers to the side of his head, squeezing his eyes shut and baring his teeth in a grimace. The Whispering Rock pamphlet appeared before him in 3D relief, the way it had looked before he had torn it up.
The pamphlet opened, revealing the little map on the inside... the little map that showed where Whispering Rock was located...
Raz discarded the rest of the image of the pamphlet and it disappeared from his mind, leaving only the map. Okay. Whispering Rock was over there. The map had the nearby town of Gerdhaven on it, the encampment was a little east of Gerdhaven, so...
A dot labeled 'YOU ARE HERE' appeared on the map.
Raz nodded slightly to himself and took his fingers away from his head as the mental image disappeared. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, rolled his shoulders, and looked back at the road.
Whispering Rock was THAT way.
He headed off in that direction.
---
Raz studied the granola bar wrapper, thinking about how if this Whispering Rock thing worked out, the next time he ate a granola bar he'd be able to burn the wrapper with his mind.
He couldn't do that yet though, so he just stuffed the wrapper in his backpack.
It seemed like he'd been walking for a pretty long time. He conjured up the mental picture of his map. The YOU ARE HERE dot had changed to an 'I DON'T KNOW.
'
Raz sighed and shook his head. Then he stopped walking- he'd come to an intersection.
Roads weren't actually on the map from the pamphlet. Just a few dots identifying towns and a big pretty logo denoting the location of the camp.
Raz put his hands on his hips, leaning back and studying the intersection. Hm. Maybe he could just keep on in the direction he'd been going?
The fact that he was a little lost didn't bother him as much as it could have. He wasn't going to go back to the circus, whatever happened. He'd have to find some kind of city eventually, and there he'd ask for directions if he had to.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared on the horizon directly ahead. A fuzzy, white, light.
Holy cow, he thought, it's a UFO!
He stood there rooted to the spot. On one hand, he kind of wanted to see the aliens. On the other hand his legs were frozen.
The light came closer. It wasn't a UFO, it was just a lumber truck with really bright headlights. Oh. Well... bah. Okay then.
Raz watched the truck come closer... then roll to a stop. A man with a big mustache and a plaid flannel shirt came out. He looked vaguely familiar.
"Hey, kid," the man asked. "Whatcha doin' out here alone?" He looked friendly. He didn't seem like some kind of pedophile or anything.
"Um," Raz said. What did you tell an adult who asked why you were alone? Either they were a pedophile, they thought you were doing something wrong, or they thought you were... lost... and needed bringing back home...
This guy had a truck, and probably a road map.
"Are you lost?" the man asked.
"Um," Raz said. "Well..."
"I can give you a ride back home, if you're lost."
Now, that was practically some kind of sign or something. Raz nodded to himself, squared his shoulders and said: "Well, I'm going to Whispering Rock summer camp."
"Really?"
Uhh... "Yes," he said. With conviction.
"Okay, hop in," the guy said. "It's on my way."
Raz climbed into the passenger seat, grinning at his good luck.
The lumberjack started up the truck and they rolled out. Towards Raz's future. How awesome was this?
Player Handle: Alohilani. If that's too much a mouthful you can call me Al. Or Lohi. Or Cassandra, which is my real name.
IMS: BuddingAnimator on AIM, experiment630kila@hotmail.com on MSN, kilaxm on Skype.
E-Mail: BuddingAnimator@aol.com
Cannon Or Original?: Canon.
Character Name: Razputin Aquato.
Aliases: Raz, also maybe Agent Aquato. And one time, Raz the Spaz. But he didn't like that much.
Special Abilities: -ahem- Psi-blasting, astral projection, telekinesis, invisibility, hitting things really hard with a psychic fist, clairvoyance, pyrokinesis, psychic shielding, levitation, confusion... and he can read minds to an extent, particularly when girls are thinking about kissing him. And he memorized the Whispering Rock pamphlet.
Profession: PSYCHONAUT~ Before that, he was an acrobat.
Skills: He was an acrobat in the circus so he knows a lot of cool stuff like how to swing on rails and trapezes, slide on rails, walk on tightropes, etc. And, he can do a handstand on a rail.
Weaknesses: Well, whenever he goes too close to water a hand reaches out and drowns him. Other than that, well... he seems to be a bit touchy about people implying he's inferior to them in some way, or isn't old enough/experienced enough to do something. That could get him into serious trouble if the wrong person used it to bait him.
Special Note: Err... I don't think Raz has any deep dark secrets, really.
Age: 10. I guess he might have turned 11 if this RP is set a while after the game?
Gender: Male.
Description: Big green eyes, brown hair, er...
Clothing Style/Uniform: He's shown in a Psychonauts uniform at the end of the game, but since Sasha and Milla don't wear them, Raz has probably reverted to his old outfit of neon green turtleneck, leather jacket thing, jeans, backpack and gloves. Oh! And a big red-and-white helmet with goggles.
Family: Well, his dad is the only one who appears in the game. The wiki says he also has a mom and four brothers and sisters, never named.
Raz has a weird relationship with his dad; for a while he thought his dad wanted him dead because he was psychic. This was not true and they seem to have patched things up. And while the rest of his family is never shown, he apparently wasn't attached to them enough not to run away.
Personality: Raz is a very enthusiastic and driven little boy (almost to the point of obsession, one would think, having memorized the entire Whispering Rock pamphlet). He's eager to prove himself and doesn't take kindly to anyone telling him not to do something. He's protective of his friends and he takes himself and the business of being a Psychonaut very seriously. Almost too seriously.
Quirks: We-e-ell, he does this little victory dance thing... |D
Likes: Psychonauts and all related things, True Psychic Tales magazine, setting things on fire with his mind, Lili Zanotto.
Dislikes: Water, the circus, nightmare bunnies and things made of meat. Also seeing his friends in trouble.
History: Raz was born in a broken-down old gypsy caravan and raised in the circus. At ten years old a mysterious dude in a trenchcoat and mustache gave him a pamphlet to Whispering Rock. Raz decided this was the place for him and since his dad wouldn't let him go, he ran away to camp, making a dramatic entrance.
Initially there was some objection to letting him participate in psychic training without parental permission, but Raz managed to coax his way into earning a Basic Braining badge, a Marksmanship badge and a Levitation badge- and then stuff hit the fan when he found out some no-goodnik was stealing the brains of the kids in the camp!
A rendezvous with fellow camper Lili Zanotto revealed that the guy behind this was none other than Coach Oleander, one of the camp counselors. Right after divulging this information, Lili was kidnapped by a giant lungfish monster, and Raz made a vow to save her. With the guidance of retired Psychonaut Ford Cruller, Raz embarked on an epic quest, traveling through the minds of insane people and the grounds of a ruined asylum to rescue the camp, the girl he loved, and the minds of psychics everywhere. And the world. Assuming the evil scheme would have worked out.
Well, doing all that proved that Raz did indeed have what it takes to become a Psychonaut, so he was allowed to become one. He is, presumably, still a Psychonaut and doing awesome things.
Picture:
Roleplay Sample:
ESCAPE
He'd just ripped it up.
Just ripped it up like garbage.
The image of torn pieces of paper lying scattered on the ground burned bright in the young boy's mind as he darted across the middle of the encampment. All around him he could hear the creak of wooden caravans, little more than cheap boxes on wheels.
He'd had no right to rip it up. No right. Oh, the boy had suspected his father's disapproval for a long time when begging and begging for special training had met with a cold shoulder (even when he used The Eyes!)- but ripping up the pamphlet was the last straw. He was taking things into his own hands now.
The boy headed straight for a particular box, one with a gaudy sign (but they all had gaudy signs) on the side reading 'World's Smallest Pony'. He glanced over his shoulder to ensure he hadn't been spotted- it was mostly a formality; everyone was asleep and even if they hadn't been, he'd bribed his siblings with candy so they wouldn't squeal if they saw him, and his mom or dad would just think he was visiting the pony (although they might wonder why he was fully dressed this time of night).
No one was around. He ducked into the cabin, meeting the familiar smell of horse.
"Hey, girl," he said in a low voice. "It's me, Raz."
A soft snout bumped his thighs with a whicker. Raz patted the animal's short neck. "Wanna go for a walk, girl?"
He slipped a bridle onto the pony's head and eased open the door of the caravan. It made a loud creaking sound and Raz automatically froze-
-but no one was stirring. He was too far from the family's sleeping quarters for them to have heard, most likely (and the hired help was probably too drunk to wake up).
He relaxed and led the pony towards the exit of the encampment. The little animal trotted obediently beside him, as quiet as you could want.
The minute they were out of the circle of boxes, Raz slipped something onto the pony's back- not a saddle, because the pony was too small for a saddle. It was a strap-type thing, with footholds in it.
In one fluid motion he stepped atop the pony's back, slipping his feet into the footholds and taking up the reins in one hand. He leaned forward, a signal which the horse knew well. She flew into a gallop.
With one part of his mind Raz concentrated on leading the horse down the dirt path. With the rest of his mind he kept 'listening' for activity from the camped circus he was leaving behind. Nothing.
The dirt path widened into a gravel road, then intersected with a paved one. At this point Raz dismounted the pony, gave her an apple and said: "Thanks, girl."
He slipped a piece of paper under the strap of her bridle. The paper said:
DAD
I know you don't appreciate me or my talent so I'm going somewhere to get training, and I'll probably never come back ever. Love, Raz.
"Maracas."
'Maracas' was the signal that told the well-trained pony to go home to her box, which she did. Raz turned to face the road, adjusting the straps of his backpack and pursing his lips in a determined frown.
Now came the tricky part. Running away was fine, but you had to have somewhere to run away to. (Otherwise, Raz might long ago have acted on his impulse to crawl in the trunk of a guest's car and escape that way.)
Raz pressed two fingers to the side of his head, squeezing his eyes shut and baring his teeth in a grimace. The Whispering Rock pamphlet appeared before him in 3D relief, the way it had looked before he had torn it up.
The pamphlet opened, revealing the little map on the inside... the little map that showed where Whispering Rock was located...
Raz discarded the rest of the image of the pamphlet and it disappeared from his mind, leaving only the map. Okay. Whispering Rock was over there. The map had the nearby town of Gerdhaven on it, the encampment was a little east of Gerdhaven, so...
A dot labeled 'YOU ARE HERE' appeared on the map.
Raz nodded slightly to himself and took his fingers away from his head as the mental image disappeared. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, rolled his shoulders, and looked back at the road.
Whispering Rock was THAT way.
He headed off in that direction.
---
Raz studied the granola bar wrapper, thinking about how if this Whispering Rock thing worked out, the next time he ate a granola bar he'd be able to burn the wrapper with his mind.
He couldn't do that yet though, so he just stuffed the wrapper in his backpack.
It seemed like he'd been walking for a pretty long time. He conjured up the mental picture of his map. The YOU ARE HERE dot had changed to an 'I DON'T KNOW.
'Raz sighed and shook his head. Then he stopped walking- he'd come to an intersection.
Roads weren't actually on the map from the pamphlet. Just a few dots identifying towns and a big pretty logo denoting the location of the camp.
Raz put his hands on his hips, leaning back and studying the intersection. Hm. Maybe he could just keep on in the direction he'd been going?
The fact that he was a little lost didn't bother him as much as it could have. He wasn't going to go back to the circus, whatever happened. He'd have to find some kind of city eventually, and there he'd ask for directions if he had to.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared on the horizon directly ahead. A fuzzy, white, light.
Holy cow, he thought, it's a UFO!
He stood there rooted to the spot. On one hand, he kind of wanted to see the aliens. On the other hand his legs were frozen.
The light came closer. It wasn't a UFO, it was just a lumber truck with really bright headlights. Oh. Well... bah. Okay then.
Raz watched the truck come closer... then roll to a stop. A man with a big mustache and a plaid flannel shirt came out. He looked vaguely familiar.
"Hey, kid," the man asked. "Whatcha doin' out here alone?" He looked friendly. He didn't seem like some kind of pedophile or anything.
"Um," Raz said. What did you tell an adult who asked why you were alone? Either they were a pedophile, they thought you were doing something wrong, or they thought you were... lost... and needed bringing back home...
This guy had a truck, and probably a road map.
"Are you lost?" the man asked.
"Um," Raz said. "Well..."
"I can give you a ride back home, if you're lost."
Now, that was practically some kind of sign or something. Raz nodded to himself, squared his shoulders and said: "Well, I'm going to Whispering Rock summer camp."
"Really?"
Uhh... "Yes," he said. With conviction.
"Okay, hop in," the guy said. "It's on my way."
Raz climbed into the passenger seat, grinning at his good luck.
The lumberjack started up the truck and they rolled out. Towards Raz's future. How awesome was this?
) rather than demonstrating your understanding of Raz's personality or behaviors. Some of your ideas were great, like the mental map and things like that! It just might be a good idea to write more dialogue and such for him.