APPLICATION,
REFLECTION RPG
Part I: General Information
Name: I am Trogdor! The Burnanator!
...or, Eph, will work too. ^__-
Email address: Ssqueakers@aol.com
Part II: Character Information
Character Name: Bjolf (Norse, meaning "blood brother") Timnath (A biblical name meaning "figure" or
"image"). So...Brother figure. ^__-
Character Position: Sentry Jumis, everyone's patient,
yet nagging older brother. ^__^ ...er...sort of... o__o;
Birthdate and Age: Bjolf is 23. ^__^ And his birthday
falls on July 2nd, which makes him a cancer. ^__^ whee!
Profile:
Bloodtype: I choose to gnaw on a particularly chewy
AB... *gmmgmm*
Likes:
Buttons: There is just something so interesting about the fact that a little
piece of plastic or metal or wood can keep a garment closed and from exposing
things. He also likes the fact that buttons come in many different shapes and
sizes and colors and materials. The list goes on. Bottom line: Buttons just
kick the llama’s arse.
Card games: This probably has to do with how he can outlast anyone, but he
loves a good game of cards, whether it be poker or go-fish. His favorite game
is spoons, most likely because he’s really really
good with knowing when something is gone or not, so he takes one before there
is no mo’. He also has a really good poker face, usually just plastering on a
vacant grin.
Birds: And not just any bird...his bird. ^___^ He has an intensive bronze
canary (http://www.robirda.com/colour07.html) named Cadao,
meaning song. This pet is almost like the world to him and in return for tons
of pampering and care, Cadao loves to sing for him
and sometimes follows him around like a lost puppy. He usually perches on Bjolf’s arm, shoulder, or in some cases on the top of his
head, while hoping for praises for his songs. He’s usually not that far out of
ear shot, unless Bjolf has locked him in his room.
Cadao is also a little bit larger than our canaries
by about an inch or so. Those crazy
Dislikes:
Absolute quiet: Give him screaming children over peace and quiet any day. It
shows that there is really life out there. But since the general public usually
frowns upon whiney little snot nosed brats, bellowing their lungs out, Bjolf
will usually do something to the effect of humming to disperse the ever present
quietness.
Rushing: It just leads to mistakes and poor work. He’d rather just take the
extra time to be sure it’s done properly.
Misplacement: Especially after Austras suddenly
disappeared, Bjolf has been crazy mad and is sure to keep billions of mental
tabs on everyone. It’s more or less a given, then, that he tends to get a
little worried when Auseklis does his little party trick, though he knows that
he’ll soon turn up again.
Writing things down: It’s true he is a man of many words...too bad they’re all
verbal. Bjolf figures that he can just remember what he needs to remember
anyway and he doesn’t need to write it down. Though he does admire the people
who do, he just can’t get used to doing it himself and always swings out of the
habit if he tries.
Hobbies:
Talking things over: And he’s good at talking. He could talk all of the other
kids out of their lunch money if he so desired. But since he always had a lunch,
there was really no need, was there? ^__^ His great sense of being rather down
to earth, coupled with enough patience to fill three hospitals (*rimshot*) usually wins things over to his favor. Though no
one really knows if it’s because of his 1337 use of common sense or they just
couldn’t outlast him with his ability to endure through most situations longer
that j00r mom.
Button collecting: Even toggles won’t escape this man. He doesn’t know why, but
he is just so fascinated by the concept of the button, that he began to collect
them when he was just a weester. He has boxes of
buttons of all kinds and continues to look for more, liking the unusual over
the common.
Nail biting: He’s a bad, bad Bjolf. But he can’t seem to help it. He never has
nails that are very long because whenever he is the tiniest bit stressed, he
will start to gnaw tiny layers off. His bad habit is really the only thing that
will be a dead giveaway when he is worried like hell, though. Otherwise he is
his normal, patient, pleasant self. ^__^
Waiting: Nono! Noooo
hurry...Bjolf can wait here as loooooooooong as you
can. No...seriously. He is the king at out waiting j00r ass. He can find
something to do or think about silently and quite often before he knows it, the
other person will give in. This also goes for staring. It’s like if you have
ever tried a staring contest with your cat. They win every time!
Favorites:
Color: He doesn’t have a particular color that he favors among the rest, but he
usually likes to stick to the really rich colors.
Food: Artichokes. They’re just so tasty when steamed and dripping with
butter...mmm...And the hearts are the reward for
taking the time for the tedious task (yay
alliteration!) of eating all the leaves, one by one.
Book: He’s really into those mystery type novels for some reason. He just gets
sucked in during the thrill of the chase.
Button: He actually has one! It’s an old and tarnished brass button (need to
get that thing polished... o__o;) with a simple
outline of the sun in the middle and has straight lines for rays. Kind of
resembling something a 6 year old might draw.
Description:
Hair: Bjolf's hair is very very
unruly. It's cut short and his head is just a mass of curls and waves, sticking
and curling up in all directions. Think of him as just getting out of bed. His
hair is a charcoal black color with a green sheen to it.
Eyes: His eyes are shaped kind of cattish with a slight slant and look as if
they could stare anyone down. They are iridescent and seem to become a
different color each time a change in light occurs, which just seems to suck
people in. In reality, his eyes are just an extremely light shade of grey with
a hint of every color. There’s one way to get someone’s attention. ^__^;
Face: Bjolf has a young looking ovular face and his nose is a little on the
large side. Everything is placed evenly with his eyes at a slight slant. His
lips are thin and always have a hint of a smile. His cheekbones are rounded
with dimples that are always there and just get even bigger when he smiles and
his chin is squared off. He also has "happy" wrinkles well on their
way around the creases of his eyes, and on his forehead, giving the impression
of one who laughs a lot and gives many encouraging smiles.
Build: Bjolf has a somewhat athletic build, like a high school wrestler, while
his fingers are quite nimble. (Gotta button all those buttons he owns, you
know...) For the most part, he towers above the majority by a hand or two,
using his height as an authoritative aid. His skin has a decent tan and is
sun-kissed with freckles everywhere, especially on the backs of his hands,
shoulders, and his cheeks.
Carriage: The B-man walks around as if he has a place to be and a person to
meet but never like he’s in a hurry. Even when he is in a hurry, he seems to
make it look like he’s just strolling along leisurely...at a rather fast pace. X__x
Voice: Bjolf has a baritone/bass voice that just seems to float on by. It's not
exactly something you would expect from his young looking face, but to everyone
he knows, it fits his character well. He also has a somewhat of a persuasive
tone with a hint of warmth, which he uses much to his advantage.
Dress: As far as colors go, Bjolf doesn’t have any particular preference. He is
rather partial to things that are comfortable, such as soft wools and cottons.
But the determining factor in all of his clothes -- buttons. He likes picking
out outfits with many buttons, or spiffy etched toggles or what have you. The
fasteners just have to look cool. :B
Personality: You know how big brothers can be somewhat protective and willing
to put themselves on the line for their younger siblings? Well, Bjolf is no
exception. When he was brought to be trained in his sentry powers, he just
transferred his actions and behavior to the closest thing; the other sentries.
He made a point to show the others that he was the kind of guy that you could
pour all your thoughts into, and he wouldn’t tell a soul. On top of that, he
doesn’t mind one bit! In fact, he actually prefers if people came to talk to
him. That way, he can get to know what’s going on with his peers. What better
way to keep tabs on people when they just come up to you and tell you
themselves? ^__^ If
you have a really big thing you need to talk about to get off your chest, even
in the middle of the night, Bjolf is your venting station. Though, he probably
won’t remember much due to the fact he’ll most likely be half asleep. But if
some sort of snack or coffee is involved, it will most certainly raise him out
of dream land and into somewhat coherency land. ^__^;;
C’mon…a guy’s gotta get his snack on. And isn’t
everything just better when talked over something like a bowl of grapes? …and a coherent listener?
Somewhat on
the same topic, Bjolf not only likes to be on a more personal level with not
only his peers but other people, and to get him to that level, he will try to
use the hip language of the time when he feels it necessary. In other words, he
wants others to think he’s on their level of coolness, when in actual fact, he probably just looks like a dork while doing so. But
he at least tries to make an attempt before he most likely just reverts to his
normal speech.
Bjolf is
also extremely patient. Almost painfully so. He has
the tolerance to just wait out things, whether it be someone’s incoherent
ranting/whining, their inability to understand or take something seriously, or
just the everyday antics of the Dvesele. Though when
dealing with such things, he will switch to “the mode” where he’ll basically
treat the other person like a younger child, talking in a bit of a softer tone
and more clear than usual. And if at first you don’t succeed with some of these
people, he’ll keep trying and trying and trying once more until his goal is
reached while using the same tones.
He’s a
person who likes to get in the last word. When he is conducting business, or
trying to pull rank, he will keep going, with a somewhat of a smirk as he keeps
going to get the last word in. Even if he only says “okay,” he wants to be the
one who says it. He will also stare someone down while doing this. A lot of
times it will work, but for those really persistent people he just has to hold
hang in there until he either wins or has to forfeit due to having to go tend
to something else, much to his disappointment.
He’s making
a list and checking it twice. Bjolf likes to make sure he roughly knows where
everyone is. It kind of goes along with the big brother
thing. He just wants to make sure that nobody is sticking their nose
where it really really shouldn’t be where they get
into much trouble. In other words, he’s got his eye on you. o__o This habit sort of intensified when Austras became AWOL. He’s now somewhat paranoid that more
of his “charge” will end up mysteriously gone too. So when Auseklis goes off on
his hunches, Bjolf prefers that he is the first one he sees when he finally
returns so he can know he’s safe.
Give me
noise or give me death. No…really. He would prefer any sort of noise over the
penetrating and eerie quietness especially when he needs to concentrate. Even
something like a clicking clock is better than nothing, though he’d prefer
something a little more for background noise. Cadao
is usually more than willing to help with this, much to Bjolf’s
delight.
As a final
note, Bjolf doesn’t really yell all too much. He raises his voice if he needs
to be heard above a crowd, or when he really needs to make a point. But as far
as being angry, he doesn’t really get that way. Unless he has more that enough
reason to. He isn’t usually the one to get really really
pissed, but if for some reason he is just pushed over the limit, then watch
out. Hell hath no fury as no-tolerance-Bjolf scorned. He’s really a different
person when he’s angry, almost as if he’s somewhat possessed by some demon
spawn from hell. o__o;; Not
only will he be quite scary, but he will also be kind of irrational. He can’t
stay mad for long and will usually calm down within half an hour, but whoever
got him really enraged probably deserved it more than they knew.
History: ...Dear Bjolf...Why are you so awesome? Well, it all started one day
with The Cheat...
Then again, maybe not.
Bjolf was
the firstborn of 6 in the highly esteemed Timnath
family. They were, as many well to do families also tended to be, stuck in the
whole political thang of the
Bjolf’s parents were the political figures usually
fighting for some sort of agricultural thing or another. When Bjolf reached the
ripe old age of 10, an unfortunate event involving a woman happened to his
uncle, the old Jumis, and the next Jumis turned out to be none other than our widdle freckled Bjolf. (wow...big
shocker, huh? I know you’re all surprised.)
Absolutely delighted when they found out, his parents brought him straight to
the palace, hardly leaving him enough time to grab his buttons and say a heart
felt goodbye to all of his siblings, which he was quite used to herding.
So here we are, new place, new people, and more or
less only a box of buttons to his name. But Bjolf, being the down to earth
person that he’s always been, just kind of took it as it was and dove right in.
And his habits of taking care of his siblings did not stop when he got there
either.
Anyone he felt needed that extra help, he would be sure to take the time to
give it to them. He would also try to sort of keep an eye on them, to make sure
they wouldn’t go getting themselves into trouble.
His academics are above average, but not spectacular. He didn’t feel that only
book smarts should shape a person, and didn’t put it as number one on his list
of things to do. He was probably just attentive to everything in the class at
the same time, while probably making sure everyone’s pencil was sharpened or
whatnot, being the older brother, wanting others to really excel.
But while all of that is all nice and good, what about the
whole Austras thing? Bjolf was one of the
first, if not the first, to figure out that a member of the team was gone. He
specifically remembered having tabs on everyone (thanks to Auseklis) until he
went on his double checking rounds, as he normally did, just to see how much
had changed since his last update. He noticed that something didn’t feel right
when Auselkis’ report didn’t quite match up with the
whereabouts of Austras, and after searching
everywhere for him and herding together the other guards, and after he asked
just about everyone about the location of the missing sentry...he found that
much to his horror, he was quite gone. After that day, Bjolf has made it a
point to check, recheck, and then check again of where he thinks everyone
should be until he’s satisfied he’ll know until his next rounds.
Part III: Soldier Information
Special Skills:
More
patient than j00!: This has been stated and restated.
And it shall be stated again. Bjolf can wait out longer than your mom. Seriously. He’d probably still be patiently trying to
explain to little Suzie why she shouldn’t set the cat’s tail on fire, hours
after her own parents had long since given up.
Your own
special counselor: He can make anyone feel like they can pour their hopes and
ideas into him and not even have the thought of being laughed at. He’d probably
be really popular if he offered to do confessionals for the locals.
Used car
sales pitch: Would you buy a used car from this man? Of course you would! He
could sell you a car that wouldn’t start and tell you that it just needed a
little loving while throwing in free car mats and you’d think it was a brand
new Lexis for the best deal ever. He is so persuasive in even his every day
conversation that he will most likely find people in his favor.
Appraising:
This has to do with his button collecting. He can tell you the value of most
things and be so close in the ball park that he could play short stop. He’s
really really good at things like buttons (duh…),
jewelry, and other little novelties.
Powers:
Jumis claps twice, in front of his bowed head. Then,
after a moment’s pause, he swings his arms up and around in a circle until his
hands reach his sides. At that time, he grabs the air in his fists and wrenches
up until his hands are above his head. An extremely faint and sparkly golden
castle tower-like structure then appears around the members of the Dvesele that qualify. ^__^
Herd Mentality: a.k.a.: Lemming mode. This attack is used to turn a small
gathering to act the same way. Sort of a “mob mentality,” if
you will. And while this can be a great way to lure them all and defeat
them in the same manner all at the same time, the mentality they all choose is
more or less a wild card. Whoever the attack hits first, that’s who will be the
model. This isn’t always good. For example; it hits some really buff and scarae monster of total destruction first. Anything else
the attack feels to hit will start acting like the monster. Granted, unless
there’s more than the same kind of monster, they won’t have the same powers or
capabilities, but they would feel just as buff as the first one and be just as
destructive. o__o
Jumis spins clockwise on his left foot and stops to
face his target. He places both feet down, quite apart, and closes his eyes
tight and concentrates. While he does this, both of his hands make the sign
language sign for “H” and he brings them both up to his temples. A few moments
pass and his eyes shoot open as he brings his arms sharply down in the sign for
“person indicator.” (hands flat, palms facing in,
bring straight down.) A gathering of salmon colored energy made masks in all
expressions collects above his head and shoot out in all directions before they
circle down onto the targets of choice. The masks stick to the faces (or...closest
there of) of the target and every mask molds to the same expression (usually
one of shock) before fading. The minds are now melded into one until Jumis leaves the scene or most are defeated.
Exterior Cling: a.k.a.: Flypaper of d00m! This holds someone in place as if
they had just run onto a really big piece of flypaper. And not only can this
person not really move, but their attacks are weakened by half. It lasts until
they can pry themselves off. Simple as that. Then,
after it has no victim to adhere itself to, it simply disappears.
Jumis
makes the sign for “interpreter” (two letter “F’s” facing in) and blows lightly
across his thumbs. A shiny dusty energy cloud then condenses into a 4’ square
of magical sticky-ness, waiting to be activated by pressure.
Gang of
Deceit: a.k.a.: They’re after me, ma! This attack creates multiple Jumis--es...Jumi?
Whatever. Anyway, this attack allows the Jumis clones to surround an enemy to totally throw them
off. It’s kind of like the double team attack a pokemon
uses or like that one snow dancer from the S movie. Here, the target has to
guess the right Jumis. If they get it right, well,
there’s the end of that attack. If they get it wrong, the
other remaining Jumis--es…Jumi? …I give up…the remainder clones all forge together
in the palms of the original and the energy that made the rest of them become
some sort of power blast, which Jumis will unleash.
^__^
Jumis
holds up an index finger on each hand in front of his face, arms crossed. Next,
he uncrosses his arms, his fingers each extending in doubles. (Both hands go to
two fingers, then three ect.)
when he reaches 5 (…or 10…whatever you think it is…)
his arms are extended in front of him, as if he’s welcoming someone. Suddenly,
he blurs and a whole group of clones appear and solidify. After the wrong
person is chosen, the other clones reduce to salmon ghosts and float to the
cupped palms of the one and only true Jumis. He then
makes an “X” with his forearms and the energy forces itself to the enemy,
making a nice big owie.
Fuku: Well, first off...Jumis
wears the pleated tutu of d00m!
>__>
<__<
-__- okay...kidding...First, Jumis wears a loose
silver shirt of loveliness. His collar is also squared off and is buttoned down
with many silver buttons on the right side of collar’s square corner and. The
silver fasteners are unbuttoned from his waist down to his thighs, where his
shirt ends. His sleeves are long and have silver buttons running from his elbow
down to his wrist, all fastened. His over-shirt is a deep salmon color and has
two golden toggles in the middle of his chest, which he chooses to leave
unfastened. His sash, which separates where his shirt is buttoned from
unbuttoned, is a lovely golden color, which matches the toggles, and has a
dangling copper circle, quartered by a cross. (Stands for the sun and the time
when all was good. ^__^) His pants are orange and straight cut and crease-less.
It has a buttoned slit from his knees until his ankles. For shoes, he wears
shin high brown riding boots with golden toggle fasteners.
Weapon: I steal Dievs' fish and make it go "pook pook pook!"
Henshin: “Jumis Celestial
Power!” Bjolf shouts out his phrase and whatever position he happens to be in
at the time, suddenly splits into two. When the two sparkly Bjolfs
are pulled apart so they aren’t touching anymore, a blinding light shines and Jumis is standing there when it fades (or your eyes adjust)
his elbows at his sides and his forearms and fists facing out.
Part IV: Other Information
Knowledge: 1) Do you hate Neherenia? Will you be
complaining that she's not evil and trying to sling mud at her in the game?
This is important because if so, I for one will not want to work with you.
^__^ I want to do a cosplay someday...And although
mud slinging is great fun...I would have to say...no...I don't hate her. ^__-
2) Are you up on all your 'canon?' That is to say,
have you read all the information on
all the pages of the site, as well as the character profiles? If not, that
would be bad.
I hope so... o__o;
And finally, 3) Isn't Dievs pretty?
Very much so,
RP Experience: Yeas eye did! ^__^ I play Vata (SM:G), Momus (Mythos), and Blaine (Dragontears).
Why you: Because...not only are his eyes lovely, but don't you just want to
hear Jumis say "What's crackalackin',
my home skillet?"
Miscellaneous: I have a sinus infection... X__x But I know you just were dying to know that.
Part V: Grammar Check
It was a pretty uneventful afternoon with the sun filtering in through the
windows and reflecting off the smooth marble floor. The only sounds where that
of echoing foot steps and a chirruping bird down the otherwise long and very
quiet hall. Bjolf sighed as he came to a large door off to the right. Tucked
off to the side, was the object of search; a particular pair of shoes. They
looked as if they were put there behind the pillar in an attempt to hide. He
bent over to pick them up, and Cadao chirruped in
protest from the sudden movement of his perch and fluttered to the floor.
“I hope he’s eating that lunch when I get back,” Bjolf said to himself as he
walked back down the way he came, shoes now in hand. Cadao
hopped after him before fluttering up high enough to reach his arm and climb
back up to his shoulder perch.
“I really hope he’s eating that lunch...”