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Pimp My Verse ([personal profile] pimpmyverse) wrote2013-03-29 09:53 am
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OC Pimping Is a Hard Knock Life

This is an OC meet-and-greet/discussion meme! We all love Original Characters here, so let's chat about them ones we have, the ones we're working on and even get some advice if we need it.

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Trevor "Wolf" Hager | Scifi/Space Western | Novelty Seeking Pathological Liar

[personal profile] redefined 2013-03-30 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Still working on drawing his icons and/or finding a PB, so forgive me for that! If you would rather not be tagged by a faceless account, just let me know.

[Brief Description] He's called Wolf, as in "boy who cried", because he can't tell the truth to save his life and he changes his name like most people change their socks. His whole deal is that he finds joy in constant change. This means that he frequently drops everything in his life, moves across the galaxy, and starts over with a whole new identity. He's extremely friendly, but he's not very mature and tends to make bad life decisions in the interest of having fun. His appearance changes a lot (for obvious reasons) but he's on the short side with an average build and a babyface. I usually play him when he has short shaggy red hair and gold eyes, thanks to colored contacts.

[What's the Canon Like?] A futuristic world, spaceships and colonization of lots of exoplanets, but without aliens. There are robots, but AI has very strict limits for ethical reasons so the only androids are made on the black market. His current job is the pilot for a police shuttle, which is the galactic equivalent of a meter maid-- except that his boss is the crookedest cop that ever did crooked, so they take on side jobs from shady people.

[Important Links] Nothing yet, sorry.

[BONUS IC QUESTIONS]
1) List five words you think describe you and why. Well, that’s easy. Handsome, brilliant, creative, multi-talented, and adventurous. The first one should be obvious. If you want to see the others, just stick around for a bit.

2) What has been the most important event in your life so far? When I was a kid, there was this military air base a mile or two from our apartments. Our parents all thought it was a pain, shuttles taking off at 4 AM and all that, never mind the huge flammable fuel depots less than a block away. But to a ten year old boy, that’s the stuff of dreams. They had all kinds of crazy security systems to keep us out of course, but my best friend was this crazy electronics prodigy. It was pretty easy to talk her into disabling them just for the challenge. Probably helped that their stuff was 50 years obsolete, but hey, whatever works.

So anyway here we are, two little brats running around this high security compound at three AM. We find this big hangar-- I think it must’ve been a mechanic’s bay, because there were all these half-assembled ships—and we’re just having a field day looking through all this stuff. Suddenly these lights come up and a bunch of sirens go on. We think we’ve been caught, and we scramble for a hiding place. Now I could tell you it was a R2-Gazelle, the most agile lower-atmosphere plane of its time, but at the time all I know is that it’s the only thing that hasn’t been stripped down to a lousy skeleton. There’s a bunch of voices and noise outside which Layla and I totally miss because we’re shoving each other around, fighting over who gets the roomier supply cabinet and who crams themselves under the floor panel, and then there’s two guys in the front seats.

What happens next is a bit hard to put in words. They’re stunt pilots taking this out for a test run. You can imagine me, ten years old and scared shitless, curled up under the floor panel so tight that my chin is digging into my knees, stowing away on a state of the art stunt plane doing tricks. I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the engines, but I could feel every twist and turn and flip they made. I was hooked. It felt natural. I mean, it also felt like I might die any second, but that was fine. I’d finally found the place that I belonged, if you’ll excuse the cliché.

We got in huge trouble, of course. The only reason our parents weren’t killing us is they were trying to keep the resident paranoid general from killing us. But it was worth the legal battles and the inevitable exile to boarding school, because without that disaster I might never have flown in my life. Thanks, Layla. Sorry about the jail time.

3) Someone just punched you in the face on the street, what are you going to do about it? Actually, I’m pretty sure this has happened… I think it was-- [He cringes.] Hmm. Yeah. You know what? Let’s not relive that moment.

4) You are now trapped inside a jamjar. Yes a glass, oversized jamjar. With little holes in the lid for air. What are you going to do about it? You know how matter is mostly empty space? If you focus hard enough and think about it just right, you can align the molecules in your body so they slip right past the molecules in, say, a glass jar. Pretty cool, right? Don’t try it with lead, though. That stuff is dense.