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[herotypical]

the luceti test drive meme

Reserves have just opened and apps are right around the corner. But are you still on the fence about any of your would-be characters? Well -- here is your chance to take them out for a spin!

▣ TAG IN or reply to others with characters you would like to test drive for Luceti.
▣ ONLY add top-level comments for characters who are not yet in the game. You're free to reply to others with Luceti characters (because that's half the fun) but remember that the whole point of this meme is for potential characters.
▣ PLEASE do not post duplicates of characters already in Luceti.
▣ GO AHEAD and give us a brief description of your character in the top-level comment, along with one or two possible ways to run into your test-driven character around town.
▣ YOU MAY use these threads for your first person samples on your app -- just make sure that you link threads of a goodly length (i.e., threads with at least ten comments from your character).

Need a little help getting started? Remember, you needn't post here as though your character is still brand-spankin' new. It'll probably be more fun for all involved if this isn't a simple dress rehearsal for showing up. Here are a few scenario ideas:

o1. The grocery store is out of food. What do you do?
o2. Wing injury! Call for help or stagger your way to one of our fine clinics.
o3. It's a busy evening at Good Spirits, one of Luceti's local bars. Do you dare try the drink specials?
o4. Have a talent for playing music? Try Cloud Nine's open mic night!
o5. Beach party? Snow party? Leaf-raking party? Gardening party? YOU DECIDE.

Okay. So my examples are pretty non-exciting. But they're really just suggestions. I'm POSITIVE you kids can come up with more creative things.

Above all? HAVE FUN. Oh. And don't forget to RESERVE your characters.

Comments

[grosstesque]

I think the only thing the pizza delivery people have on us is they get paid for what they do. [Granted, the Birds all make plenty of money, but Babs hasn't allowed her to become one yet, so that doesn't really make much of a difference.]

[charitylovehopefaith]

[It is very unladylike to stare. But. Well.

Now, Faith is outright staring.

After all, for all her walking, she hadn't thought, even with the temperature what it is, to see a man stripped to the waist. The scars are chilling, but she's been told of lashings before and heard of more. Listening at the top of a stairwell to her father's stories or reading her former sweetheart's letters or intercepting notes from her brother and secreting them away for a short while to learn a little about the world outside her father's house.

It leaves an immediate bad impression, but she quickly reminds herself that even good men face lashings for many reasons.

It's far, far too bold. But there is no one to do it for her. No brother or father or cousin she can employ to the task, so she must take it upon herself. How much easier it would be if this place had some currency she could offer!]

Sir!

[A few steps closer.]

Pardon my boldness, sir. But. The wood you're cutting. Might I be able to plead the use of a small log or two? I've a hearth but nothing to burn in it and no way to acquire anything other than to ask you.

accepting you any day 8D

[hatesguns]

Then they should have kept check of the stock before they ran out!!

[Swinging his halberd around some more yep.]

[greenjacketed]

Beautiful?

[ it's this word that catches him the most off-guard. a small, preemptively jealous voice in the murkier places of his mind tells him he should be wary of something else: i've heard men describe spain before. however, sharpe's more present faculties are too busy trying to decide whether he dares to label the harsh spanish countryside as beautiful.

but then -- of course -- he thinks of teresa. and almost smiles. ] Breathtaking, Miss Pryce. Galicia would've been awe-inspiring under different circumstances. Salamanca...

[ ah. salamanca. what memories are locked up in that city. good and bad. ] But I'm afraid my job ain't to see the sights.

[hatesguns]

[Noda stumbles back and watches Hinata do his thing. His rage disappears and a sense of apathy sets in as he stares at Hinata be himself.]

Hmph, like that would work.

[He folds his arms across his chest with the halberd's pole between his arms. At least he isn't yelling and going crazy like a barbarian anymore.]

B

[hatesguns]

[Hinata you wouldn't ask to play catch with Noda, would you.

So he's just staring at you talking to some cat.

Staaare.]

[makethembelieve]

Ah. Of course. I'm sorry.

[She chuckles faintly, ducking her head.]

I must sound quite foolish. Talking about a country being lovely when you've seen war there.

I have seen [so very much in a few small places] so very little of the world.

[greenjacketed]

[ christ, but he's been here too long. it used to be that an hour couldn't tick by without one of the lads shouting a sir in his direction. now he could count them on his fingers. but this one comes from a startlingly female voice.

sharpe rocks back on his heels. away from his work. and he mops at his sweat-slick brow. he's brutally conscious of his miserably underdressed state but...but he was also just cavalier enough to be in no hurry to don his shirt once again.

the man turns. he sees the lady. his eyes widen -- ever so slightly. ]

Miss -- [ he begins, heavy yorkshire notes making themselves quickly apparent ] It'd be my pleasure to share and share alike. Take three. [ bloody hell. ] Take four! But -- [ bugger it all ] eh, no. If I overload you, you'll never make it home.

There's only one thing for it. I'll deliver it myself.

[ there's a thin thread of humour running through the offer. of course, he'd never have expected such a creature to carry even one log on her lonesome. ]

[trainwrecking]

What if they did but didn't account for how many customers they would have?! Or didn't count on a big order? Everything is free, people can just take whatever they want..!

[Otonashi Yuzuru used logic! That halberd clips some of his shirt, so he immediately backs up.]

Can you― nngh! Can you please put that down?! We aren't dead anymore, we can't just die and wake up...

[akihisaful]

[Akihisa wasn't expecting an elf-looking person attempting some drawing. He can't see what the other's drawing, so curiosity gets the better of him as Akihisa walks up to you.]

Hey, what are you drawing?

[greenjacketed]

...No need to apologize. I can't fault you for not thinking first on battles and seigeworks. [ ... ] Perhaps I envy you your ability to do so.

[ he takes a self-conscious glug ] Just England and the rock, then?

B

[hatesguns]

[Noda happens to be around the target practice area, on his way to a secluded place so he could train with his halberd. When he realizes there's someone there, he stops for a moment to watch Karuika practice on his bow.

He stays quiet, since he doesn't want to distract the other.]

The Dark One | Avatar: The Last Airbender

[soulofapoet]

[The Dark One is wandering down one of the main thoroughfares of Luceti's village in his sulking and gloomy way. A rain cloud can practically be seen hovering over the his head as he kicks a stone.]

I hate wings.

[He mutters this lowly as he watches the pebble bounce and roll away from him.

He then decides to sit down by the fountain, taking the book he'd come here with and opens it. Looking it over, he sighs and shut it again forcefully.]

I hate journals.

[Not exactly off to a good start here in Luceti.]

[charitylovehopefaith]

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

[She, of course, never once expected to have to carry wood back herself. She is a young lady of breeding. The class of the man does not even figure into it.

He is male. Therefore, he should be doing her at least this favour. That is how her world works and how it has always worked and how it will always work.]

I wish I could offer you some compensation, but this place seems intent on its abandoning of anything of that sort.

[She expects favours, yes, but not endless indulgences for nothing. If she had money, she'd happily pay for the wood.]

C all the way

[onearmedexmerc]

[Holy crap. Strange young man with weird hair (What is with that here?) and pointy ears; Hi. You are almost invading his personal bubble.]

Uh, very nice?

[Certainly cleaner and more well-lit than most of the bar's he's been in, which is a plus.]

[makethembelieve]

Raised in Liverpool and then my [husband] father thought to go to Gibraltar. It suited me quite well.

A very small world most of the time, I'm afraid. It makes me terribly dull conversation for anyone who's actually seen something, but I do love hearing about what is happening.

[greenjacketed]

[ taking the risk: ] Your company on the journy would be compensation enough. Miss...?

Interesting.

[onearmedexmerc]

[Evan pauses as he sees the booth. He grins and heads on over because that is a interesting booth you have my friend.

Once in front of the booth he checks his pockets before finding nothing. Evan rests his single hand on his hip, the other sleeve of his shirt rolled up and pinned near his shoulder out of the way with no arm to fill it, and looks thoughtful.]

I don't have a nickel on me. Take anything else?

[savedtheworld]

[Then here comes the welcoming wagon. In the form of Aang riding by on his air scooter. He scoots on over the moment he recognizes him and waves cheerily.]

Hey, you're one of Toph's students!

[hatesguns]

[Noda goes quiet before putting down his halberd.]

Tch... Fine.

[Now that he's not swinging the halberd around he's a lot more quieter. Yay?]

...I've come in the wrong time then, I should have come when everything was free.

[...He's getting all the wrong points, yep.]

[charitylovehopefaith]

Miss Long.

[She smiles, warm and easy. Without her male relatives to look after her, she must do it herself as best she can.]

And you, sir, are...?

[bearlylistens]

Was he doing that again? [She gives Fergus an imperious eyeroll and a vaguely fond smile, before she turns to face/look up at the towering Stoick.] Truly sorry, I'm afraid he can't help himself at times. He likes ta remind people of how he's earned the name Bear King.

Biiiiird Shopping!

[onearmedexmerc]

[What. The. Hell.

Evan stares at the bald eagle currently going through the t-shirts with something like bemusement on his face. He had been minding his own business, looking through the clothes and wondering if his prosthetic arm counted as an item of clothing or simply an item when the eagle flew in.

Okay, this place was weird to start with, but this? This is beyond weird.

How interesting.]

Need any help?

[Because talking to a large bird of prey which could take his face off and was acting strangely was a smart thing to do, yes.]

[greenjacketed]

[ he knows how this place works. so, carefully: ] I could share some of the news I know, but...it depends on one vital question, miss.

[greenjacketed]

Major Richard Sharpe. And your servant, Miss Long.

[ now he finally stoops to lift his shirt from the grass. ]