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Feb. 12th, 2017 05:55 pmOut Of Character
Name: Wolfeh
Age: 29
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In Character
Name: Rocket Raccoon
Canon: Marvel 616 - Guardians of the Galaxy
Canon Point: End of the Thanos Imperative, after the deaths of Nova Prime and Star Lord.
Sex/Gender: Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: Late Thirties-ish?
Belongings:
+Uniform as it was when he was pulled.
+His two laser pistols.
+A total of twenty small explosives that he keeps in a pouch on his belt.
+His passport communicator from home that doesn't function right now.
+Rocket-powered jet boots
Skills and Powers:
+Enhanced Senses: Being a raccoon, many of Rocket's senses are heightened to levels well above human. He is able to see much better than humans and is extremely well adapted to near dark conditions. His enhanced sense of smell allows him to detect subtle changes in scents around him enabling him to detect the approach of others and increasing his ability to operate in darkness. With his broad auditory range, he can perceive tones outside the range of the human ear as well as subtle sounds caused by vibrations on the ground. His hyper sensitive paws allow him to identify objects before touching them with vibrissae located above his claws.
+Starship Pilot: Rocket is an extremely skilled pilot, able to control and fly pretty much every ship he's every come in contact with...after a bit of playing around first.
+Marksman: Thanks to his enhanced senses, and his general skill on the battlefield, Rocket is an excellent marksman, almost always hitting his target--and even if he doesn't get the bullseye, necessarily, he does still at least hit the target.
+Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Rocket is trained in hand-to-hand combat, able to go toe to toe with the best of them. It really doesn't matter the size of his opponent, Rocket is never to scared to jump into every fray and will fight tooth and nail even if he has absolutely no chance of winning.
+Military Tactician: Because of his position back on Half-world, Rocket has become quite the tactician--most of the reason why Star Lord recruited him into the Guardians in the first place. He's very good at reading the enemy and figuring out how to get a few steps ahead of them, loving the element of surprise most of all. He's not afraid to step up and take control if he has to and generally, because of his skill, will get his men through the thickest of situations.
Bookmark Description:
His bookmark is going to look like a strip of tree bark, the significance of which will be lost to others but Rocket is going to know it's a reference to Groot.
History and Personality:
History
Rocket is an interesting fellow, to say the least, and he's not afraid to let you know just how interesting or just show you to begin with.
First and foremost, Rocket is a bit of an asshole when he wants to be. He's pretty damn cocky and isn't afraid to show it, quite confident in his abilities and what he knows. He's a 'take the lead' sort of fellow, ready to step up when he needs to though he also recognizes when someone else is in charge and will follow their orders accordingly. (Though, mostly only Starlord's, because he really does respect Peter. Others have to earn his respect before he really gives them the time of day.) He'll tell it like it is any day of the week and isn't really all that afraid to hurt feelings, when it comes right down to it.
Secondly, when it comes to those that have wormed their way into Rocket's little inner circle, they've got a comrade for life. He'll fight to the death for those he considers his friends and will go to any lengths he has to in order to help them if they need it. Remember though, it takes awhile to really earn this fuzzball's respect and even then, he likes to pretend he doesn't care for a good long while. This isn't to say that he doesn't have a good heart. Rocket does know how to be sympathetic and kind. He doesn't show it often, but he does have a big heart under all that fur and has been known to show that care and kindness when the situation calls for it, especially if the situation resonates with familiarity to something he's been through himself.. As mentioned before, he really does care for those he's close to, especially the other Guardians, and does his best to be a good friend and teammate to them whenever he can.
Third, Rocket is smart. Very smart. When the robots on Halfworld gave all the animals their intelligence, most of the creatures gained a fair amount, considering the group would need leaders. Rocket was one of those individuals that was in a position of power and with it came a lot of intelligence in order to make on the fly decisions that were best for the group, help him solve problems, etc. Now, he isn't so smart that he can't be fooled because he makes his fair share of mistakes--he'll just generally blame them on others instead of taking the blame himself. This intelligence also helps him when he's faced with trying to decide if someone is worth helping or not because, let's face it, some people can be conniving and are just trying to trick others.
Fourth, this raccoon is a hot head. He's got one hell of a temper and will draw his laser pistols or whatever weapon he may be toting without even batting an eyelash. He doesn't take kindly to people that look down on him for being a raccoon and will prove just how capable he is by beating the crap out of whoever is laughing at him for having fur. Once he gets going, it can be hard to stop him from running his mouth too much and sometimes his temper can get him and those he's with in more trouble than intended. It just comes with the territory really.
Last, but not least, Rocket has a very strong moral compass. Having seen the best and worst of things, he'd really rather prefer others to not have to go through the same things so he does his best, when sent out on a mission, to complete it and find a happy resolution to the problem. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't get his hands dirty and really mess some stuff up, but he does, ultimately, want things to end on a good note. (As seen when he managed to talk Thanos down rather than engaging him right away for fear of harming everyone else that was in the area.) If it can be done peacefully, he'll take that route, even if it takes away most of his fun.
The biggest thing with Rocket is that if you give him respect, he'll give it back to you in one form or another. Treat him like shit and..well...hope you like the sting of laser pistols.
First Person/Action brackets:
I don't know whose idea of a flarkin' joke this is but it's NOT funny!
[Someone's mad.
Really mad.
Rocket's fur is bristling as his ears press as flat as possible to his head, tail snapping back in forth in irritated flicks. It's not the snow that has him mad, because he's standing in the midst of it actually looking barely bothered by the cold.
What's got him pissed is the helmet he's clutching in one paw.]
Whoever left this for me, where did you get it?! I want answers and I bloody well want them now!
[Because something like this..Pete wouldn't just leave it around. It didn't make sense.
And that had Rocket worried but he was masking it with anger.]
Third Person/Prose:
So, his little excursion into the Badlands hadn't exactly been the adventure he'd hoped for. Not that it had been too dangerous or anything, but Rocket was starting to realize just how boring things could be without a team to support you and banter with. He'd grown far too use to being around the other Guardians that going solo just..it didn't feel right.
Needless to say, after a day of wandering the border and having some fun with the things he ran into, Rocket had returned to Haven.
He kept to his loner status for the most part--though that big scaly bastard he'd talked with over the feed had been entertaining and he kind of wanted to meet him in person--but he did end up crossing paths with one of the few giant robots inhabiting the place who's company he did kind of enjoy.
Despite the fact that there was a shooting range at the police headquarters they could have used, the pair made their own in the junk pile, which allowed for a lot more destruction; something that Rocket definitely kind of loved. Firing off a couple shots at one of the larger targets, Rocket smirked to himself as he perched on top of a pile of junk that put him at a good height for such a target, tail flicking about happily.
"Now this is what I've been missing," he mused, spinning his pistol around in his paw before blowing at the tip. "Always feels good to destroy something. Helps with anger issues, that's what I always told Drax."
Name: Wolfeh
Age: 29
Personal Journal:
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In Character
Name: Rocket Raccoon
Canon: Marvel 616 - Guardians of the Galaxy
Canon Point: End of the Thanos Imperative, after the deaths of Nova Prime and Star Lord.
Sex/Gender: Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: Late Thirties-ish?
Belongings:
+Uniform as it was when he was pulled.
+His two laser pistols.
+A total of twenty small explosives that he keeps in a pouch on his belt.
+His passport communicator from home that doesn't function right now.
+Rocket-powered jet boots
Skills and Powers:
+Enhanced Senses: Being a raccoon, many of Rocket's senses are heightened to levels well above human. He is able to see much better than humans and is extremely well adapted to near dark conditions. His enhanced sense of smell allows him to detect subtle changes in scents around him enabling him to detect the approach of others and increasing his ability to operate in darkness. With his broad auditory range, he can perceive tones outside the range of the human ear as well as subtle sounds caused by vibrations on the ground. His hyper sensitive paws allow him to identify objects before touching them with vibrissae located above his claws.
+Starship Pilot: Rocket is an extremely skilled pilot, able to control and fly pretty much every ship he's every come in contact with...after a bit of playing around first.
+Marksman: Thanks to his enhanced senses, and his general skill on the battlefield, Rocket is an excellent marksman, almost always hitting his target--and even if he doesn't get the bullseye, necessarily, he does still at least hit the target.
+Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Rocket is trained in hand-to-hand combat, able to go toe to toe with the best of them. It really doesn't matter the size of his opponent, Rocket is never to scared to jump into every fray and will fight tooth and nail even if he has absolutely no chance of winning.
+Military Tactician: Because of his position back on Half-world, Rocket has become quite the tactician--most of the reason why Star Lord recruited him into the Guardians in the first place. He's very good at reading the enemy and figuring out how to get a few steps ahead of them, loving the element of surprise most of all. He's not afraid to step up and take control if he has to and generally, because of his skill, will get his men through the thickest of situations.
Bookmark Description:
His bookmark is going to look like a strip of tree bark, the significance of which will be lost to others but Rocket is going to know it's a reference to Groot.
History and Personality:
History
Rocket is an interesting fellow, to say the least, and he's not afraid to let you know just how interesting or just show you to begin with.
First and foremost, Rocket is a bit of an asshole when he wants to be. He's pretty damn cocky and isn't afraid to show it, quite confident in his abilities and what he knows. He's a 'take the lead' sort of fellow, ready to step up when he needs to though he also recognizes when someone else is in charge and will follow their orders accordingly. (Though, mostly only Starlord's, because he really does respect Peter. Others have to earn his respect before he really gives them the time of day.) He'll tell it like it is any day of the week and isn't really all that afraid to hurt feelings, when it comes right down to it.
Secondly, when it comes to those that have wormed their way into Rocket's little inner circle, they've got a comrade for life. He'll fight to the death for those he considers his friends and will go to any lengths he has to in order to help them if they need it. Remember though, it takes awhile to really earn this fuzzball's respect and even then, he likes to pretend he doesn't care for a good long while. This isn't to say that he doesn't have a good heart. Rocket does know how to be sympathetic and kind. He doesn't show it often, but he does have a big heart under all that fur and has been known to show that care and kindness when the situation calls for it, especially if the situation resonates with familiarity to something he's been through himself.. As mentioned before, he really does care for those he's close to, especially the other Guardians, and does his best to be a good friend and teammate to them whenever he can.
Third, Rocket is smart. Very smart. When the robots on Halfworld gave all the animals their intelligence, most of the creatures gained a fair amount, considering the group would need leaders. Rocket was one of those individuals that was in a position of power and with it came a lot of intelligence in order to make on the fly decisions that were best for the group, help him solve problems, etc. Now, he isn't so smart that he can't be fooled because he makes his fair share of mistakes--he'll just generally blame them on others instead of taking the blame himself. This intelligence also helps him when he's faced with trying to decide if someone is worth helping or not because, let's face it, some people can be conniving and are just trying to trick others.
Fourth, this raccoon is a hot head. He's got one hell of a temper and will draw his laser pistols or whatever weapon he may be toting without even batting an eyelash. He doesn't take kindly to people that look down on him for being a raccoon and will prove just how capable he is by beating the crap out of whoever is laughing at him for having fur. Once he gets going, it can be hard to stop him from running his mouth too much and sometimes his temper can get him and those he's with in more trouble than intended. It just comes with the territory really.
Last, but not least, Rocket has a very strong moral compass. Having seen the best and worst of things, he'd really rather prefer others to not have to go through the same things so he does his best, when sent out on a mission, to complete it and find a happy resolution to the problem. Now, that doesn't mean he doesn't get his hands dirty and really mess some stuff up, but he does, ultimately, want things to end on a good note. (As seen when he managed to talk Thanos down rather than engaging him right away for fear of harming everyone else that was in the area.) If it can be done peacefully, he'll take that route, even if it takes away most of his fun.
The biggest thing with Rocket is that if you give him respect, he'll give it back to you in one form or another. Treat him like shit and..well...hope you like the sting of laser pistols.
First Person/Action brackets:
I don't know whose idea of a flarkin' joke this is but it's NOT funny!
[Someone's mad.
Really mad.
Rocket's fur is bristling as his ears press as flat as possible to his head, tail snapping back in forth in irritated flicks. It's not the snow that has him mad, because he's standing in the midst of it actually looking barely bothered by the cold.
What's got him pissed is the helmet he's clutching in one paw.]
Whoever left this for me, where did you get it?! I want answers and I bloody well want them now!
[Because something like this..Pete wouldn't just leave it around. It didn't make sense.
And that had Rocket worried but he was masking it with anger.]
Third Person/Prose:
So, his little excursion into the Badlands hadn't exactly been the adventure he'd hoped for. Not that it had been too dangerous or anything, but Rocket was starting to realize just how boring things could be without a team to support you and banter with. He'd grown far too use to being around the other Guardians that going solo just..it didn't feel right.
Needless to say, after a day of wandering the border and having some fun with the things he ran into, Rocket had returned to Haven.
He kept to his loner status for the most part--though that big scaly bastard he'd talked with over the feed had been entertaining and he kind of wanted to meet him in person--but he did end up crossing paths with one of the few giant robots inhabiting the place who's company he did kind of enjoy.
Despite the fact that there was a shooting range at the police headquarters they could have used, the pair made their own in the junk pile, which allowed for a lot more destruction; something that Rocket definitely kind of loved. Firing off a couple shots at one of the larger targets, Rocket smirked to himself as he perched on top of a pile of junk that put him at a good height for such a target, tail flicking about happily.
"Now this is what I've been missing," he mused, spinning his pistol around in his paw before blowing at the tip. "Always feels good to destroy something. Helps with anger issues, that's what I always told Drax."
