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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

Hinata Hideki | Angel Beats!

[frequent_flyer]

[Hinata was meandering around town, on a mission... or at least, that's what the determination in his face showed. He'd located a bat and baseball at the items bazaar, and was currently wandering the village in search of an open area to play in...]

[Do you...

A. Stop and talk to him when he asks if you want to go play catch

or

B. Watch in amusement as he realizes that the cat sitting on the nearby windowsill is asking him what he's up to]

aaaahhh~

[trainwrecking]

[Noda... WHYYYY. Most people say, oh darn it and go ahead and deal with it. NOT NODA.]

You can't do that..! Just wait for them to restock...!

[stoick]

Aye. Your man had it coming, boasting about bears.

[There is a code among warriors. Don't let your wives get between a fight.]

[stoick]

[He winces slightly at the bopping. But no apologies. Vikings don't apologize for bopping.]

So you did, son. Well done. You'll have to be carrying it home for me. I don't rightly have the use of my arms.

[And let's face it. Hiccup doesn't have much of a chance of putting it back on Stoick's head.]

Alexander Bredon Forsythe-Winthrope | OC

[withinterest]

[Alex "Smith" was currently sitting at a rough-shod booth under a sign which advertised his services. He was whistling, feet up on the 'counter,' and whittling something with a pocket knife.

Apparently feeling enterprising, he'd tacked on "General Advice" with a small paper sign as well.

He appeared to be enjoying himself tremendously, even if he hadn't any costumers.]

[greenjacketed]

What in the bloody blazes...

[ a tall soldier stopps not five feet from the booth, peering at the sign. he takes his sweet time deciphering the letters. christ, but that one long word gives him a terrible pause. he leans back with his hand resting gently on his sword's hilt. p-sy-chi...

his lips mouth the sounds. ]

[withinterest]

[Alex is nothing if not in tune with other people's emotions, especially when other people happen to be carrying honking big swords and sounding a bit as if they're from the North. He's all ready up to speed on the whole 'different times, different worlds' gig but it's very hard to be completely plucked from one's companions and purpose and plopped into a place with its own rules for behavior and cliques and more general cynicism than one could shake a stick at.

He never was overly fond of rules and propriety, but they at least let him know what to flout and when. The booth was a matter of finding that same balance.

But now, quick dark gaze darting to and from the man with the accent a bit like the North and the giant honking sword, Alex decided it was in his best interest to pretend like he hadn't noticed the way the man was forming the words with his mouth and completely involved in his whittling. A bit of bloodletting may be necessary, blast it all. He allowed himself the smallest cut against his thumb. And his whistling abruptly cut off.]

Ow, blast it! [Shaking his hand about, he stuck the cut in his mouth for a moment and whisked away the blood. Then pretended (and he was quite good at it) to notice Sharpe for the first time.] Oh. Hullo!

[greenjacketed]

[ richard sharpe is starting to doubt that the word was even english. luckily, he is not left to stew in his doubt for long. pale green eyes -- livelier than his soured expression, that's for certain -- shift abruptly from the sign to the swearer. the blooded. the man. a twig of a lad, from the looks of him.

the soldier frowns, taking the sudden greeting as an invitation to step nearer. ]

Careful, lad. You'll bleed all over your pretty little...[ whatever the hell this is ] shop?

[withinterest]

Booth, actually. [Straightening up, he set his pocket knife and spot of wood aside with all the air of a man who was embarrassed to have cut himself in Manly Company. Which, to an extent, he was.] Advice booth. I saw it in the funny pages once.

[Raising his hand up, he pressed against the wound. It was a thin slice, but it's no good leaving bits of blood about.]

[talentsgirl]

[Molly Carpenter, she of the green and blue dyed tips and the feathers of her wings dyed purple, also happens to be in this area of the shop. She's just passing through, since the best sewing she can do is some patchwork, but at Amazonian proportions, she's a hard woman to miss.

And she enjoys greeting strangers.]

Hello.

[grosstesque]

Well... maybe we'll all be able to figure something out later. [Not giving up? Not giving up.] I'm a hero back home, too!

[grosstesque]

Yeah, just a little while ago. What about you?

[endgames]

[In this mythical memeland where Shikamaru is not stuck in the clinic until further notice... his favorite training ground now has a gaping chasm running through it courtesy of Sakura's fist. 8|]

Aren't medics suppose to fix things?

[niceguypose]

[And Lee will be rushing over to witness her train in the forest, in a perpetual state of giddiness since her arrival.]

Sakura-san! You are performing as admirably as ever, maybe even moreso!

[guilmon]

Mm?

[He stops, blinking, and turns to face Rachel. Annnd immeditely he droops, rubbing his nose with a claw.]

Wagh, Guilmon is sorry! I didn't mean to hit anybody.

[guilmon]

And Guilmon protects lots of people! Especially when I'm Growmon or MegaloGrowmon. Then I'm really big.

[In order to emphasize this, he stands up real tall, spreads out his arms... and promptly falls backwards into the snow. Oops.]

[gleamed]

[Oh, Rapunzel likes her already.]

Oh, there is an end! It's just a ways back there. Seventy feet back there, in fact!

[gleamed]

[She sucks in a breath, bolstering her courage.]

W-when I met my real parents.

[daydreamed]

I bet you're right! We could even try building a Snow Guilmon!

[Maybe trickier than your average snow sculpture, but half the fun would be the challenge!]

[stolethesun]

[Real...no...NO. It couldn't be. She couldn't have...]

Rapunzel you're being ridiculous. I am your only mother.

[guilmon]

Snow Guilmon?

[His eyes light up just thinking about it.]

Mm, that sounds like lots of fun! And maybe we can make a snow Growmon, too. That'd be really big, Takato!

[He'd suggest a snow MegaloGrowmon, but that might be trickier with all the jets and stuff.]

[medicalpunch]

[She dusts off her knuckles, looking pleased.]

Some things, maybe. Not all of them.

[medicalpunch]

[Whoa okay not throwing down another punch with Lee running over! She straightens, letting the chakra recede from her arm.]

This place certainly is good for practicing control! Hello, Lee.

Mikuru Asahina | The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

[moescot]

[ The mere fact that this teenage girl was here, in another world, wearing completely inappropriate clothes for the season (whether it be her short sleeved spring uniform or the bunny girl outfit) made her shiver, trying her best to walk around in the snow, but she has been completely failing at it every single time, falling flat on her face.

This may not be her first day in Luceti, but getting used to a place like this was not easy.

Especially when every other second, she was shivering, her teeth were chattering, and she could barely say a single word without stuttering. ]

W-why is it so cold....!

[ Do you dare bother the maiden in distress? ]

[niceguypose]

[He gives a light bow of greeting as he comes to a halt.]

Hello, Sakura-san! It is true. Despite all the negative things about this place, it is ideal for training! I suppose the power limitations here must make it akin to perpetually training with weights!