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paintsthetownred[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Ruka
AGE: i'd prefer not to share!
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blitzbrained
IM: RukaCactus on AIM
PLURK: n/a
E-MAIL: you can reach me p. much anytime on rukafais @ tumblr, and also revolvingdoorofcrazy@gmail
RETURNING: Nope!
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Peacock/Project Peacock (previous name Patricia but nobody calls her that except Dr Avian and Marie)
SERIES: Skullgirls
CHRONOLOGY: Basically at the start of her story mode: she's just messing around in the labs and not doing much.
CLASS: Anti-hero at best; she's mostly got her own interests in mind and the interests of those she cares about.
BACKGROUND:
Peacock hails from the Canopy Kingdom, a vast and sprawling land that holds pockets of beauty as well as devastated battlegrounds. Ruled by the royal family, the Renoirs, the Kingdom has seen significant and explosive growth in technology and culture due to the king's ruthless war campaigns - at the cost of morals and ethics. Seven years ago, in the Grand War - a brutal conflict that left its mark on the world - the kind and gentle Queen Renoir found the Skull Heart, and wished for peace. She obtained her wish - but she was not alive to see it, as she was transformed into the terrifying Skullgirl, and the most powerful one to date. She had become such a monster that the three nations involved in the War had to set aside their conflicts to defeat her - and an uneasy truce has settled over the land ever since.
During these wars, many people fell victim to horrific practices; Patricia was just one out of many casualties, first orphaned and then captured by slavers. She was horrifically mutilated and tortured, her captors mangling most of her body and putting out her eyes, and the damage had already been done by the time she was rescued by Dr Avian. Her body was rebuilt in order to accommodate a truly reality-defying arsenal: the Argus System enhanced and augmented her physical capabilities, and the Avery Unit gave her access to a phenomenal amount of weaponry.
However, no amount of augmentation could repair her shattered psyche; she bent the Avery Unit to her own desires, and her overwhelming love of cartoons turned the hyperspace arsenal into a gang of cartoon cronies, which she has absolutely no hesitation in using to 'paint the town red' - with blood. She now lives in the laboratories that have become her only home, reborn as "Project Peacock" - a living weapon designed to destroy the Skullgirl.
PERSONALITY: At first sight, Peacock seems to be quite unhinged. A living superweapon with a love of cartoons, a whole gang of cronies and a significant taste for violence, this thirteen-year-old girl doesn't remotely behave like one - she talks like a mobster and fights like a maniac, bouncing back from every hit and returning it in kind. She also has a remarkably, but not unsurprisingly, adult mindset; she understands more than people would expect a 13-year-old to understand or care about, and with her unpredictable temper, she's likely to flare up if someone insinuates that she's not supposed to be listening or be present to discussions because of her age (and patronising comments will just get the offender introduced to the business end of her large, cartoony fists.)
She is rude, often tactless and doesn't seem to care about others much, even people she's close to - she's always ready to offer scathing remarks or insults to anybody who manages to irk her. Moral dilemmas when it comes to taking the lives of others mean nothing to Peacock - she won't kill indiscriminately, but she won't hesitate to kill if she needs to - and torture and brutal violence don't even make her blink.
Peacock is hard to get along with. She's bossy and brazen, is unwilling at best to be told what to do by authority figures, not afraid to speak her mind on everything and everyone, and while she's able to make friends, they'll have to put up with her first - and she doesn't let just anyone in, either. She doesn't trust people, as she's seen war bring out the worst of them, and the larger-than-life image she presents, like she's just stepped out of a cartoon, is partially because of that intrinsic distrust. She prefers to fight things out rather than talk them out; subtlety isn't and has never been her strong point.
However, beneath the surreality of the personality she presents, she is, after all, still human. She has a sharp wit and a sharp mind, and can put both of those to use if she really wants to (not that she usually wants to, as she finds brawling more fun than sitting around and talking). If someone manages to gain her full friendship, they also gain her loyalty and trust: she can serve as a protector as well as a destroyer, and for those she cares about, she will tear down any obstacle that stands in her way. Harming people she holds as important is sure to bring her full wrath down on the offender - and she will be ruthless and without mercy.
A strange quirk about her moral standing is that while she can't stand weakness, her definition of weakness differs from the norm; she isn't impressed by people who show how intimidating they are by taking advantage of others. She won't fight for justice, but rather to defend people who can't defend themselves - she sees taking advantage of the helpless and weak as weakness in itself, as it just means the person taking advantage is too cowardly to fight their opponents in a fair battle. In fights, fighting dirty is perfectly fine - but lying in order to take advantage of a foe (for example, surrendering and then injuring or killing the victor of the bout because they weren't strong enough to win head-on) is weakness, too.
She is still capable, despite the terrible things she has experienced, of being empathetic towards others (while she's still just as abrasive to friends as she is to complete strangers, the insults and jabs she throws out are more affectionate than actually scathing and critical), and in the rare times she shows a vulnerable side or is taken off-guard by unexpected niceties, it's all too easy to see that for all her bravado and violence and intelligence, she is still a 13-year-old girl (startlingly well-adjusted despite her shattered mind, due to the loving care and attention her surrogate 'family' gave to her), scarred by the violence that she witnessed and was performed on her. (It's worth noting that she still has nightmares about the mutilations she suffered at the hands of the slavers.)
Avery is one of Peacock's 'cartoon cronies', and is actually an extension of the Avery System, twisted by Peacock's love of cartoons; he serves something of a 'sidekick' role, as he shares many of Peacock's motifs (right down to the dress). He's extremely loyal to his 'creator', and never fails to back her up in anything. When he's asleep, resting or not needed, Avery spends his time in Peacock's top hat.
POWER:
Cyborg Body: Peacock's body accomodates two 'parasites': the Argus System and the Avery Unit. The Argus System augments her body, and is responsible for giving her fast movement and other slightly superhuman physical qualities. This system also lets her bounce back from injury and repair damage faster, as she's more cyborg than human. They also allow her to see: Dr Avian was unable to restore her eyes, so he compensated with giving her three on each arm. The Argus System has one other special weaponised ability: Peacock is able to flip up an array of eyes and a robotic peacock head (the whole ensemble resembles her namesake) and fire lasers from all of them.
The Avery Unit is meant to be a spatial link between Peacock's body and Lab 8's underground weaponry; however, as she's getting teleported from her world, this obviously doesn't work. Instead, it reverts to something of a bag of holding: she can hold items in the space that shouldn't fit in there, and quantities of items that shouldn't fit in there (although there is a limit on size and space: she could fit a fridge, but not a nuclear warhead, for example, and she can store items to an extent, but not an entire armory, as her projectiles and weapons actually came from Lab 8's underground arsenal), and she has Avery (a tiny cartoon peacock wearing her outfit) and a couple of her basic not very ridiculous weapons stored in there. Basically the revolver with a knife sticking out of it, a cleaver for Avery, a mallet and a couple of explosives (and some cigars). The Avery Unit also lets her make short range 'portals', which she can zip in and out of to distance herself from enemies.
Aaaaand that's it. She does not need any other superpowers. She is already a walking arsenal in canon. It's kind of terrifying.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
What a buncha maroons! [ she sounds incredibly scathing. yes, fear the wrath of the tiny 13 year old cyborg girl ] You're all runnin' around like a buncha scared chickens in a coop, and nothin's gettin' done at all!
[ iiiinhaleee and blows out cigar smoke. it fogs up the communicator quite a bit. ]
You ain't half as bad as some of the posers I've faced, I'll give ya that. Least you ain't completely useless, some of ya.
But it looks like you need someone who ain't so fussed to dust up after you, if you take my meaning! I've never been up to snuff at cleanin', but I sure as heck can give it a go if you're gonna just scuffle with each other and get nothin' useful done, see? I can't abide folks who don't know what to do with themselves when somethin' happens - it's alright for a bit, but you gotta get off the ground eventually and stop hidin' under the tables!
Sheesh! Anybody'd think you hadn't been through some major crisis or somethin' before, the way you're all flappin' around!
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
There's a storm coming.
The clouds hang heavy in the sky, grey and monstrous, and the air is stifling and oppressive, with no trace of wind. Nobody's out on the streets right now; it's getting dark, and late, and people don't want to get wet.
Well, almost nobody.
Peacock practically gnaws on her cigar in impatience, taking long breaths and puffing out billowing gusts of smoke that cloud her face in a smoggy haze. Her steel trap teeth snap and clatter together as she waits, watching the darkened sky.
She's always liked thunderstorms, because they're volatile and angry and dangerous, washing away everything and anything and pelting the city in vicious downpours of rain that are heavy enough to feel like a weight, pounding down like a giant liquid fist. They appeal to her, because they're violent like she is, but the rain...
The rain feels cool on her synthetic skin, and she doesn't catch cold. Rain is fun, and puddles are even better - and when it rains it pours in New Meridian, so there are always plenty of puddles. It reminds her of times in her past where things weren't quite as violent.
She's lost in these thoughts when the first peal of thunder shudders across the sky, breaking the silence and rumbling through the buildings, and she absolutely shrieks with laughter as lightning forks and flashes through the darkness, and it starts to pour.
She's the only one on the dim-lit streets, so there's nobody to see her as she runs through the rain, still laughing as she's soaked almost instantly by the raging torrents , splashing through newly-created puddles as she goes. The cigar is quickly used and discarded without a second thought, tossed aside, as she makes her way back to the labs.
But for a moment, she is Patricia, thirteen years old, and running in the rain on a dirt road, on a grassy hill, chasing the storms with reckless abandon.
FINAL NOTES:
n/a
NAME: Ruka
AGE: i'd prefer not to share!
JOURNAL:
blitzbrainedIM: RukaCactus on AIM
PLURK: n/a
E-MAIL: you can reach me p. much anytime on rukafais @ tumblr, and also revolvingdoorofcrazy@gmail
RETURNING: Nope!
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Peacock/Project Peacock (previous name Patricia but nobody calls her that except Dr Avian and Marie)
SERIES: Skullgirls
CHRONOLOGY: Basically at the start of her story mode: she's just messing around in the labs and not doing much.
CLASS: Anti-hero at best; she's mostly got her own interests in mind and the interests of those she cares about.
BACKGROUND:
Peacock hails from the Canopy Kingdom, a vast and sprawling land that holds pockets of beauty as well as devastated battlegrounds. Ruled by the royal family, the Renoirs, the Kingdom has seen significant and explosive growth in technology and culture due to the king's ruthless war campaigns - at the cost of morals and ethics. Seven years ago, in the Grand War - a brutal conflict that left its mark on the world - the kind and gentle Queen Renoir found the Skull Heart, and wished for peace. She obtained her wish - but she was not alive to see it, as she was transformed into the terrifying Skullgirl, and the most powerful one to date. She had become such a monster that the three nations involved in the War had to set aside their conflicts to defeat her - and an uneasy truce has settled over the land ever since.
During these wars, many people fell victim to horrific practices; Patricia was just one out of many casualties, first orphaned and then captured by slavers. She was horrifically mutilated and tortured, her captors mangling most of her body and putting out her eyes, and the damage had already been done by the time she was rescued by Dr Avian. Her body was rebuilt in order to accommodate a truly reality-defying arsenal: the Argus System enhanced and augmented her physical capabilities, and the Avery Unit gave her access to a phenomenal amount of weaponry.
However, no amount of augmentation could repair her shattered psyche; she bent the Avery Unit to her own desires, and her overwhelming love of cartoons turned the hyperspace arsenal into a gang of cartoon cronies, which she has absolutely no hesitation in using to 'paint the town red' - with blood. She now lives in the laboratories that have become her only home, reborn as "Project Peacock" - a living weapon designed to destroy the Skullgirl.
PERSONALITY: At first sight, Peacock seems to be quite unhinged. A living superweapon with a love of cartoons, a whole gang of cronies and a significant taste for violence, this thirteen-year-old girl doesn't remotely behave like one - she talks like a mobster and fights like a maniac, bouncing back from every hit and returning it in kind. She also has a remarkably, but not unsurprisingly, adult mindset; she understands more than people would expect a 13-year-old to understand or care about, and with her unpredictable temper, she's likely to flare up if someone insinuates that she's not supposed to be listening or be present to discussions because of her age (and patronising comments will just get the offender introduced to the business end of her large, cartoony fists.)
She is rude, often tactless and doesn't seem to care about others much, even people she's close to - she's always ready to offer scathing remarks or insults to anybody who manages to irk her. Moral dilemmas when it comes to taking the lives of others mean nothing to Peacock - she won't kill indiscriminately, but she won't hesitate to kill if she needs to - and torture and brutal violence don't even make her blink.
Peacock is hard to get along with. She's bossy and brazen, is unwilling at best to be told what to do by authority figures, not afraid to speak her mind on everything and everyone, and while she's able to make friends, they'll have to put up with her first - and she doesn't let just anyone in, either. She doesn't trust people, as she's seen war bring out the worst of them, and the larger-than-life image she presents, like she's just stepped out of a cartoon, is partially because of that intrinsic distrust. She prefers to fight things out rather than talk them out; subtlety isn't and has never been her strong point.
However, beneath the surreality of the personality she presents, she is, after all, still human. She has a sharp wit and a sharp mind, and can put both of those to use if she really wants to (not that she usually wants to, as she finds brawling more fun than sitting around and talking). If someone manages to gain her full friendship, they also gain her loyalty and trust: she can serve as a protector as well as a destroyer, and for those she cares about, she will tear down any obstacle that stands in her way. Harming people she holds as important is sure to bring her full wrath down on the offender - and she will be ruthless and without mercy.
A strange quirk about her moral standing is that while she can't stand weakness, her definition of weakness differs from the norm; she isn't impressed by people who show how intimidating they are by taking advantage of others. She won't fight for justice, but rather to defend people who can't defend themselves - she sees taking advantage of the helpless and weak as weakness in itself, as it just means the person taking advantage is too cowardly to fight their opponents in a fair battle. In fights, fighting dirty is perfectly fine - but lying in order to take advantage of a foe (for example, surrendering and then injuring or killing the victor of the bout because they weren't strong enough to win head-on) is weakness, too.
She is still capable, despite the terrible things she has experienced, of being empathetic towards others (while she's still just as abrasive to friends as she is to complete strangers, the insults and jabs she throws out are more affectionate than actually scathing and critical), and in the rare times she shows a vulnerable side or is taken off-guard by unexpected niceties, it's all too easy to see that for all her bravado and violence and intelligence, she is still a 13-year-old girl (startlingly well-adjusted despite her shattered mind, due to the loving care and attention her surrogate 'family' gave to her), scarred by the violence that she witnessed and was performed on her. (It's worth noting that she still has nightmares about the mutilations she suffered at the hands of the slavers.)
Avery is one of Peacock's 'cartoon cronies', and is actually an extension of the Avery System, twisted by Peacock's love of cartoons; he serves something of a 'sidekick' role, as he shares many of Peacock's motifs (right down to the dress). He's extremely loyal to his 'creator', and never fails to back her up in anything. When he's asleep, resting or not needed, Avery spends his time in Peacock's top hat.
POWER:
Cyborg Body: Peacock's body accomodates two 'parasites': the Argus System and the Avery Unit. The Argus System augments her body, and is responsible for giving her fast movement and other slightly superhuman physical qualities. This system also lets her bounce back from injury and repair damage faster, as she's more cyborg than human. They also allow her to see: Dr Avian was unable to restore her eyes, so he compensated with giving her three on each arm. The Argus System has one other special weaponised ability: Peacock is able to flip up an array of eyes and a robotic peacock head (the whole ensemble resembles her namesake) and fire lasers from all of them.
The Avery Unit is meant to be a spatial link between Peacock's body and Lab 8's underground weaponry; however, as she's getting teleported from her world, this obviously doesn't work. Instead, it reverts to something of a bag of holding: she can hold items in the space that shouldn't fit in there, and quantities of items that shouldn't fit in there (although there is a limit on size and space: she could fit a fridge, but not a nuclear warhead, for example, and she can store items to an extent, but not an entire armory, as her projectiles and weapons actually came from Lab 8's underground arsenal), and she has Avery (a tiny cartoon peacock wearing her outfit) and a couple of her basic not very ridiculous weapons stored in there. Basically the revolver with a knife sticking out of it, a cleaver for Avery, a mallet and a couple of explosives (and some cigars). The Avery Unit also lets her make short range 'portals', which she can zip in and out of to distance herself from enemies.
Aaaaand that's it. She does not need any other superpowers. She is already a walking arsenal in canon. It's kind of terrifying.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
What a buncha maroons! [ she sounds incredibly scathing. yes, fear the wrath of the tiny 13 year old cyborg girl ] You're all runnin' around like a buncha scared chickens in a coop, and nothin's gettin' done at all!
[ iiiinhaleee and blows out cigar smoke. it fogs up the communicator quite a bit. ]
You ain't half as bad as some of the posers I've faced, I'll give ya that. Least you ain't completely useless, some of ya.
But it looks like you need someone who ain't so fussed to dust up after you, if you take my meaning! I've never been up to snuff at cleanin', but I sure as heck can give it a go if you're gonna just scuffle with each other and get nothin' useful done, see? I can't abide folks who don't know what to do with themselves when somethin' happens - it's alright for a bit, but you gotta get off the ground eventually and stop hidin' under the tables!
Sheesh! Anybody'd think you hadn't been through some major crisis or somethin' before, the way you're all flappin' around!
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
There's a storm coming.
The clouds hang heavy in the sky, grey and monstrous, and the air is stifling and oppressive, with no trace of wind. Nobody's out on the streets right now; it's getting dark, and late, and people don't want to get wet.
Well, almost nobody.
Peacock practically gnaws on her cigar in impatience, taking long breaths and puffing out billowing gusts of smoke that cloud her face in a smoggy haze. Her steel trap teeth snap and clatter together as she waits, watching the darkened sky.
She's always liked thunderstorms, because they're volatile and angry and dangerous, washing away everything and anything and pelting the city in vicious downpours of rain that are heavy enough to feel like a weight, pounding down like a giant liquid fist. They appeal to her, because they're violent like she is, but the rain...
The rain feels cool on her synthetic skin, and she doesn't catch cold. Rain is fun, and puddles are even better - and when it rains it pours in New Meridian, so there are always plenty of puddles. It reminds her of times in her past where things weren't quite as violent.
She's lost in these thoughts when the first peal of thunder shudders across the sky, breaking the silence and rumbling through the buildings, and she absolutely shrieks with laughter as lightning forks and flashes through the darkness, and it starts to pour.
She's the only one on the dim-lit streets, so there's nobody to see her as she runs through the rain, still laughing as she's soaked almost instantly by the raging torrents , splashing through newly-created puddles as she goes. The cigar is quickly used and discarded without a second thought, tossed aside, as she makes her way back to the labs.
But for a moment, she is Patricia, thirteen years old, and running in the rain on a dirt road, on a grassy hill, chasing the storms with reckless abandon.
FINAL NOTES:
n/a
