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PLAYER: Hedge
ARE YOU AT LEAST 14 YEARS OLD?: I owe Jesus five bucks
IF UNDER 18 YEARS OLD, PLEASE STATE YOUR AGE:
CONTACT: taoofcrime at aol dot com or the same on AIM or Plurk
PERSONAL JOURNAL:1000morefools
CHARACTERS PLAYED: Reki
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Liir Thropp
CANON: The Wicked Years (same as Elphaba)
CANON REFERENCE: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Literature/Wicked
AGE: 15 (10 months younger than Elphie)
GENDER: M
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: HS1
APPEARANCE: Liir is a somewhat short boy with a naturally scrawny frame. Time in the JROTC has filled him out a little but he'll never be hulking. He has chin length, dark black hair and despite years in Indonesia and then outside at drill, he's rather pale. Still, his facial features are handsome enough. It's just the rest of him that kindof juts out at odd angles. Oh and when he blushes and flushes his skin takes on a shade of green. His eyes are vivid green as well, and they dart around like those of a twitchy prey animal.
PERSONALITY: Liir comes off phlegmatic and deadpan a lot of the time. To the casual observer it's not often not possible to tell if this is because he's truly passive and depressed or merely quiet. The truth is that for most of his life, Liir was carried along by the currents, so to speak. Voicing his own opinion and taking the things he wants are relatively new habits for him and he hasn't yet established them.
Liir often seems in a perpetual state of disappointment, not least at himself. Yet this pessimism doesn't seem to effect his ability to get things done. Quite the opposite, in fact: Liir's possesed of a kind of Eeyore-esque determination that sees him through tasks that would make others balk for the sheer effort and time. Fully expecting to fail, he plugs away anyway, a seeming embodiment of the Knight In Sour Armor trope. He actually has a quite active ethical sense, and will sacrifice quite willingly to do what he thinks is right. He just won't grandstand about it. In fact, he dislikes being the center of attention, though circumstances sometimes conspire against him to put him there anyway. He's one who prefers to keep his own council unless it's an urgent matter or one of mutant rights.
This determination is most readily apparent in his quest to find Ilianora. Almost anyone else would have given it up as hopelessly quixotic but Liir is still alert for any hint, any opportunity to leverage anything he's got to find her. This is reinforced by the way he clearly idealizes her. Of course, where she is now, being put on a pedestal is probably the least of her worries. It's also reinforced by the discipline he developed under Cherrystone and in the JROTC.
Liir had virtually no experience of parental affection as a child, and it shows. Those who treat him nicely, especially parental figures, may find him following them around like a stray dog, though attempts to get him to open up will often cause him to shy back away. It's almost undoubtedly frustrating to deal with. Those few his own age he allows inside his defenses instantly have the keys to his heart. The merest word from them can wound him deeply and a bit of praise can make his day.
Liir's in favor of militant mutant liberation, another of those tasks he finds hopeless but necessary.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Liir can imitate the physical traits of animals and unusual humans. For instance, if he concentrates when he sees a bird, his arms will sprout feathers and elongate, as will his shoulder muscles until he can make short flights. If he imitates a rottweiler, he'll sprout hair and his teeth and jaws will elongate.
There are three important limitations to this power:
-He can only imitate an animal/human that are either recent enough or memorized enough in memory that he can recall them photographically. It's best if he's looking right at the subject.
-He gains some of the subject's disadvantages as well as advantages. For instance if he imitates a crocodile, he also becomes temporarily exothermic.
-He can't imitate traits that are mutations of the brain (that is, mental powers).
He can imitate traits that have been artificially induced, for instance by Elphaba's power.
His secondary mutation is object-based postcognition: By touching an object, he recieves a vision of the object's past. At first he'll be unable to control when this happens at all. Later he'll figure out how to control it somewhat, but it'll still ocassionally surprise him for the rest of his life.
As a tertiary mutation, when he flushes/blushes, it's green.
AU HISTORY: Before he became quite so well known, the politician known as The Wizard (for his ability to drum support from out of nowhere) was involved in radically evangelical projects. One such project was the sponsoring of missionary work in Southeast Asia. His other hobby was to be found in his loins, and while over there he wasted no time in indulging it. Kumbricia Tigelaar was one of his girlfriends, called a 'witch' by the locals (possibly due to her being a mutant herself), one of the wayward daughters of the Tigelaar family, Moro-Mestizo-Phillipino importers with extended family all over the Pacific.
Liir was born to the liaison between The Wizard and Kumbricia Tigelaar, and promptly dropped back with the Tigelaars, apparently unwanted. Kumbricia later disappeared too, though a body claimed to be hers was recovered by Phillipine authorities. It was later rumored that she'd seduced The Wizard to pass on intelligence to insurgents. Noone involved in the whole affair, however, is speaking about it.
The Tigelaars viewed him for most of his childhood as a rather annoying but tolerable housepet. He was clothed and fed comfortably, but not loved, and his older brothers bullied him for his tendency to flush green (a problem exacerbated by his paleness, though that wasn't in itself a target for ridicule). His only friend growing up was the eldest of the Tigelaar girls, Ilianora, who showed him the same compassion one might to a stray cat. Though the family were Muslim themselves, they never really bothered to instruct him in spirituality of any kind, considering their duty discharged in taking care of him in the first place.
Age eleven, the Tigelaar clan was abruptly uprooted, fleeing to their ancestral home at Kiamo Ko, in Indonesia. Noone told Liir why, which turned out to be a kindness. After several months, American and Indonesian troops appeared, surrounding the old estate. Liir had hid in an attic, and when the noise and fighting were over and done with, he crept out to find the elder Tigelaars dead and the younger ones disappeared.
Liir was despondent. He'd always admired soldiers, much to his adoptive family's annoyance. Now he was alone, and it was their fault. He ran out of food in a few weeks. In the back of the fridge, there was a note taped to the wall: Find your sister, The Witch -C.T. , though how he would actually do that remained a mystery to him for some time. Out of options, he trudged over to the nearest Army base and presented his bonafides to the American counterinsurgency "advisor", Lieutenant F Cherrystone (English being a language he'd been encouraged to study in case of such an emergency), throwing himself on their mercy. Recognizing the boy, he was taken in, perhaps from a sense of guilt, and brought to the USA upon his own transfer back home.
Young Liir spent several years being Americanized, polishing his English to his uptight guardian's demands. Both he and Cherrystone anticipated a future career in the military for him, though for different reasons.
Liir brought up the whereabouts of the Tigelaar children to Cherrystone only once, and he'd replied that he honestly didn't know where they'd been taken after rounding them up. Southstairs, the notorious American special prison for mutant insurgents, was brought up as a strong possibility, at least for Ilianora.
Military Intelligence seemed like a good place to go to find out, and as soon as he was old enough, young Liir joined the JROTC.
Disciplined and determined for once in his life, Liir was an outstanding junior officer for his first year. Only two things troubled him: the emergence of his own powers and his growing attachment to the Air Force JROTC cadet, Trism Bon Cavalish.
As their attachment deepened, the two learned more about each other. Trism initiated him to both sexual pleasure and the use (including concealment) of his powers, being a mutant himself.
On a warm spring day, the young cadets were to view a special exhibition: a display of special anti-mutant variants of the Predator drone. Both young mutants exchanged a meaningful, concerned look. Something had to be done. Something had broken inside of Liir, and he'd realized he could no longer contain the cognitive dissonance of being a soldier for a system that he felt hated and feared him.
Thus it was that Liir and Trism found themselves sabotaging dozens of expensive prototypes. They used their powers and credentials to escape, as they had to get in. Reluctantly parting ways, Trism went west while Liir went east, pursued by the authorities. He stuck to the woods, animal-enhanced senses better able to navigate it, though he proved a poor hunter and had to poach food from dumpsters and hillbilly shacks. Emaciated and beaten up, by the time he made it to New York he appeared no different than any other dirty teenage runaway. Unfortunately the Powers That Be had never lost his trail. However the X-Men had picked it up...
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Journal, 2/14
All the paperwork's done. Liir Cherrystone is still missing but Liir Ko has just enrolled at The Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters. I feel strange in this uniform, as if it were meant for someone of a higher station than me. I certainly didn't object to wearing one back in JROTC so the feeling is itself odd. Perhaps it's because of the 'Gifted' part. I don't feel gifted. I almost feel as if i'm cheating, being at this beautiful estate, with its hedge maze and Victorian era mansion. Any moment now they will try to lure me out of the school gate with a rubber Kid Rock CD.
My fellow students come from as diverse a range of backgrounds as possible. There are a lot of tales of being kicked out by unaccepting parents. There are also quite a few [there are several scribbled out words here] students who share my flexibility in [more scribbled out words] preference. That they're now being kicked out for their powers is an irony I won't be pointing out.
I've been trying to make friends with some of the X-Men, though as usual i'm not very good at it. Maybe one of them will have a clue about Nor.
Could have sworn I saw a girl who was green.
End Entry.
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PLAYER: Hedge
ARE YOU AT LEAST 14 YEARS OLD?: I owe Jesus five bucks
IF UNDER 18 YEARS OLD, PLEASE STATE YOUR AGE:
CONTACT: taoofcrime at aol dot com or the same on AIM or Plurk
PERSONAL JOURNAL:
1000morefoolsCHARACTERS PLAYED: Reki
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Liir Thropp
CANON: The Wicked Years (same as Elphaba)
CANON REFERENCE: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Literature/Wicked
AGE: 15 (10 months younger than Elphie)
GENDER: M
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: HS1
APPEARANCE: Liir is a somewhat short boy with a naturally scrawny frame. Time in the JROTC has filled him out a little but he'll never be hulking. He has chin length, dark black hair and despite years in Indonesia and then outside at drill, he's rather pale. Still, his facial features are handsome enough. It's just the rest of him that kindof juts out at odd angles. Oh and when he blushes and flushes his skin takes on a shade of green. His eyes are vivid green as well, and they dart around like those of a twitchy prey animal.
PERSONALITY: Liir comes off phlegmatic and deadpan a lot of the time. To the casual observer it's not often not possible to tell if this is because he's truly passive and depressed or merely quiet. The truth is that for most of his life, Liir was carried along by the currents, so to speak. Voicing his own opinion and taking the things he wants are relatively new habits for him and he hasn't yet established them.
Liir often seems in a perpetual state of disappointment, not least at himself. Yet this pessimism doesn't seem to effect his ability to get things done. Quite the opposite, in fact: Liir's possesed of a kind of Eeyore-esque determination that sees him through tasks that would make others balk for the sheer effort and time. Fully expecting to fail, he plugs away anyway, a seeming embodiment of the Knight In Sour Armor trope. He actually has a quite active ethical sense, and will sacrifice quite willingly to do what he thinks is right. He just won't grandstand about it. In fact, he dislikes being the center of attention, though circumstances sometimes conspire against him to put him there anyway. He's one who prefers to keep his own council unless it's an urgent matter or one of mutant rights.
This determination is most readily apparent in his quest to find Ilianora. Almost anyone else would have given it up as hopelessly quixotic but Liir is still alert for any hint, any opportunity to leverage anything he's got to find her. This is reinforced by the way he clearly idealizes her. Of course, where she is now, being put on a pedestal is probably the least of her worries. It's also reinforced by the discipline he developed under Cherrystone and in the JROTC.
Liir had virtually no experience of parental affection as a child, and it shows. Those who treat him nicely, especially parental figures, may find him following them around like a stray dog, though attempts to get him to open up will often cause him to shy back away. It's almost undoubtedly frustrating to deal with. Those few his own age he allows inside his defenses instantly have the keys to his heart. The merest word from them can wound him deeply and a bit of praise can make his day.
Liir's in favor of militant mutant liberation, another of those tasks he finds hopeless but necessary.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Liir can imitate the physical traits of animals and unusual humans. For instance, if he concentrates when he sees a bird, his arms will sprout feathers and elongate, as will his shoulder muscles until he can make short flights. If he imitates a rottweiler, he'll sprout hair and his teeth and jaws will elongate.
There are three important limitations to this power:
-He can only imitate an animal/human that are either recent enough or memorized enough in memory that he can recall them photographically. It's best if he's looking right at the subject.
-He gains some of the subject's disadvantages as well as advantages. For instance if he imitates a crocodile, he also becomes temporarily exothermic.
-He can't imitate traits that are mutations of the brain (that is, mental powers).
He can imitate traits that have been artificially induced, for instance by Elphaba's power.
His secondary mutation is object-based postcognition: By touching an object, he recieves a vision of the object's past. At first he'll be unable to control when this happens at all. Later he'll figure out how to control it somewhat, but it'll still ocassionally surprise him for the rest of his life.
As a tertiary mutation, when he flushes/blushes, it's green.
AU HISTORY: Before he became quite so well known, the politician known as The Wizard (for his ability to drum support from out of nowhere) was involved in radically evangelical projects. One such project was the sponsoring of missionary work in Southeast Asia. His other hobby was to be found in his loins, and while over there he wasted no time in indulging it. Kumbricia Tigelaar was one of his girlfriends, called a 'witch' by the locals (possibly due to her being a mutant herself), one of the wayward daughters of the Tigelaar family, Moro-Mestizo-Phillipino importers with extended family all over the Pacific.
Liir was born to the liaison between The Wizard and Kumbricia Tigelaar, and promptly dropped back with the Tigelaars, apparently unwanted. Kumbricia later disappeared too, though a body claimed to be hers was recovered by Phillipine authorities. It was later rumored that she'd seduced The Wizard to pass on intelligence to insurgents. Noone involved in the whole affair, however, is speaking about it.
The Tigelaars viewed him for most of his childhood as a rather annoying but tolerable housepet. He was clothed and fed comfortably, but not loved, and his older brothers bullied him for his tendency to flush green (a problem exacerbated by his paleness, though that wasn't in itself a target for ridicule). His only friend growing up was the eldest of the Tigelaar girls, Ilianora, who showed him the same compassion one might to a stray cat. Though the family were Muslim themselves, they never really bothered to instruct him in spirituality of any kind, considering their duty discharged in taking care of him in the first place.
Age eleven, the Tigelaar clan was abruptly uprooted, fleeing to their ancestral home at Kiamo Ko, in Indonesia. Noone told Liir why, which turned out to be a kindness. After several months, American and Indonesian troops appeared, surrounding the old estate. Liir had hid in an attic, and when the noise and fighting were over and done with, he crept out to find the elder Tigelaars dead and the younger ones disappeared.
Liir was despondent. He'd always admired soldiers, much to his adoptive family's annoyance. Now he was alone, and it was their fault. He ran out of food in a few weeks. In the back of the fridge, there was a note taped to the wall: Find your sister, The Witch -C.T. , though how he would actually do that remained a mystery to him for some time. Out of options, he trudged over to the nearest Army base and presented his bonafides to the American counterinsurgency "advisor", Lieutenant F Cherrystone (English being a language he'd been encouraged to study in case of such an emergency), throwing himself on their mercy. Recognizing the boy, he was taken in, perhaps from a sense of guilt, and brought to the USA upon his own transfer back home.
Young Liir spent several years being Americanized, polishing his English to his uptight guardian's demands. Both he and Cherrystone anticipated a future career in the military for him, though for different reasons.
Liir brought up the whereabouts of the Tigelaar children to Cherrystone only once, and he'd replied that he honestly didn't know where they'd been taken after rounding them up. Southstairs, the notorious American special prison for mutant insurgents, was brought up as a strong possibility, at least for Ilianora.
Military Intelligence seemed like a good place to go to find out, and as soon as he was old enough, young Liir joined the JROTC.
Disciplined and determined for once in his life, Liir was an outstanding junior officer for his first year. Only two things troubled him: the emergence of his own powers and his growing attachment to the Air Force JROTC cadet, Trism Bon Cavalish.
As their attachment deepened, the two learned more about each other. Trism initiated him to both sexual pleasure and the use (including concealment) of his powers, being a mutant himself.
On a warm spring day, the young cadets were to view a special exhibition: a display of special anti-mutant variants of the Predator drone. Both young mutants exchanged a meaningful, concerned look. Something had to be done. Something had broken inside of Liir, and he'd realized he could no longer contain the cognitive dissonance of being a soldier for a system that he felt hated and feared him.
Thus it was that Liir and Trism found themselves sabotaging dozens of expensive prototypes. They used their powers and credentials to escape, as they had to get in. Reluctantly parting ways, Trism went west while Liir went east, pursued by the authorities. He stuck to the woods, animal-enhanced senses better able to navigate it, though he proved a poor hunter and had to poach food from dumpsters and hillbilly shacks. Emaciated and beaten up, by the time he made it to New York he appeared no different than any other dirty teenage runaway. Unfortunately the Powers That Be had never lost his trail. However the X-Men had picked it up...
SAMPLE
1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
Journal, 2/14
All the paperwork's done. Liir Cherrystone is still missing but Liir Ko has just enrolled at The Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters. I feel strange in this uniform, as if it were meant for someone of a higher station than me. I certainly didn't object to wearing one back in JROTC so the feeling is itself odd. Perhaps it's because of the 'Gifted' part. I don't feel gifted. I almost feel as if i'm cheating, being at this beautiful estate, with its hedge maze and Victorian era mansion. Any moment now they will try to lure me out of the school gate with a rubber Kid Rock CD.
My fellow students come from as diverse a range of backgrounds as possible. There are a lot of tales of being kicked out by unaccepting parents. There are also quite a few [there are several scribbled out words here] students who share my flexibility in [more scribbled out words] preference. That they're now being kicked out for their powers is an irony I won't be pointing out.
I've been trying to make friends with some of the X-Men, though as usual i'm not very good at it. Maybe one of them will have a clue about Nor.
Could have sworn I saw a girl who was green.
End Entry.
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