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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:24 pm
 Don't want to scrap? Boy, you must be drunker'n me; I can't understand a word you're saying.
((CONTENTS TO COME SOON))
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:25 pm
QUEST FORM
Basics ::
xxxxxName: Bigsby Baxworth
xxxxxNickname(s): Bigsby, Bax
xxxxxFaction: Clubs
xxxxxAge: Twenty-three
xxxxxHeight: 5'11”
xxxxxBody Type: Broad & fairly muscular.
Poké-basics ::
xxxxxPokemon: Donphan
xxxxxPokemon type: Ground
xxxxxNatural Ability: Sturdy
xxxxxPerma: Nope!
xxxxxMoveset:
Bulldoze : The user stomps down on the ground and attacks everything in the area.
Rollout : The user continually rolls into the foe . It becomes stronger each time it hits.
Slam : Pummels the target.
Giga Impact : The user charges at the target using every bit of its power. The user must rest after using this move.
Personality ::
“Come on, come on, up you get. You've got another round in you, and I'm not going to hit while you're laying down.” ((Honorable >> Unrelenting))
Bigsby loves scrappin'. It's his favorite pastime, and there's nothing he'd rather do than scrap all day long. He considers himself an expert in the FIELD of scrappin', a field that he's honed to an art. And like all professionals and artists, he feels the need to attain a sort of transcendent purity to his scraps. If there's one thing Bigsby hates, it's being unable to take pride in a victory, and Bigsby very rarely takes any joy from an uneven match. To Bigsby, a scrap consists of two evenly-matched men who go at each other and pause only when somebody falls down, and it ends when somebody STAYS down. Bigsby's a fair fighter, but he's a fighter nonetheless, and he lives for the thrill of the scrap. He has trouble knowing when to stop these fights, and is relentless until he's damn sure his opponent is incapable of getting up again. He's yet to find somebody who hasn't stayed down.
“A toast to you, me, and your soon-to-be-bruised honor! Drink up!” ((Festive >> Boisterous))
When Bigsby ain't scrappin', he's either sleepin' or he's having himself a pint at the closest party. If there isn't a party, he'll find one, and if he can't find one, he'll start one up. Inherently festive, Bigsby has trouble making distinctions between where the parties end and his actual identity begins, partially because there aren't any to be made. A certain air of energy and celebration hovers over him, and he seems to vitalize the immediate area around him. Parties, too, fit so well with scrappin' that they've nearly taken over his entire life, and Bigsby's rarely seen with hands that aren't curled around mugs or into fists. They may just be the perfect place for him, because he can get drunk, get loud, and get rough, all without much judgement, seeing as everyone else is usually nearly as intoxicated as he is. And indeed, the few times he's not at a gathering of some kind, he seems severely out of sorts, seeing as lucidity is the only real difference between drunken and sober Bigsby. He's very often boisterous and loud, and it takes a very dire event or the grip of grave anger to shut Bigsby up.
“... so, long story short, I beat him senseless and took his hat. He really didn't know... what hat him! … Laugh, that was some of my finest comedy.” ((Humorous >> Violent))
Out of the hazy blur of most of Bigsby's alcohol-tinged memories rises up an acute appreciation for humor and a deep love of laughter. He loves a good joke almost as much as he loves a good brew or a satisfying scrap, and he has a repertoire of his own bawdy jokes that he carries with him from party to party, always happy to fire one up when the situation arises. Though not very clever in most fields, Bigsby understands laughter very well, and can often pick up very easily on even the most complicated satire. He just chooses not to tell them back because regurgitating a point is not only boring, it's nearly impossible when one is roaring drunk, opting instead for easy, blunt jokes that anyone can get a raucous laugh out of. As someone who understands humor, he understands the time and place for his jokes, and tries to keep from telling them at the wrong moment. Because when people hear a joke they don't like, they get mad, and when they get mad, Bigsby gets mad too. And when Bigsby gets mad, he can lose control of himself, and the last thing anybody wants is an unstable Bigsby on a scrappin' rampage. His violence can ruin the good mood, and that's just no fun at all.
“... so, long story short, I beat him senseless. No joke there, I just don't like bullies.” ((Stalwart >> Bull-headed))
Though almost universally lacking in strength of mind, Bigsby is in all other ways mighty. It goes beyond just his body, which is admittedly powerful. Though thinly veiled sometimes behind a curtain of alcoholic vapors and boisterous laughter, Bigsby's spirit is stalwart, and it resolutely holds him upright through much, from scraps to festivals to the occasional call to actually do his job, rare though one may be. Bigsby's got both feet planted firmly on his moral ground and his head, though often a bit fuddled, screwed firmly onto his shoulders, like a bull's though it may be. It takes a lot of convincing to change Bigsby's opinion, though it is possible. He doesn't like it, though, and when somebody calls his established notions of what he assumes to be right into question, it very often results in him taking it as a personal offense, and I think we know by now what happens when Bigsby gets offended: He gets to scrappin'. This bleeds over into when he sees what he perceives as violations of his own moral code, with special attention paid to unfair fights and the strong preying on the innocent. Bigsby believes that actions solve problems, and while words are well and good for diplomats, if it takes a fist at the speed of sound to protect those who need it, then a fist at the speed of sound will be Bigsby's weapon of choice, as it's always been his weapon of choice.
“Sit down, kiddo. I can't fight you in good conscience, so I won't. When you're a little bigger and a little less green, maybe we'll have us some sport.” ((Moral >> Condescending))
Bigsby, for all his scrappin' and merrymaking, has a very distinct moral code. Though he seeks to reach the pinnacle of martial prowess, he will take no satisfaction from it if he's built it up upon unfair fights and sour situations. All of Wonderland will know his name some day, he believes, and he wants to make damn sure they sing songs of his righteous scrappin' victories, not of some cruel beat-down he administers. And such base events often leave a foul taste in his mouth, especially when he's pushed too far and they originate in his loss of control of himself. So he keeps his self-image clean and clear. He almost defeats the purpose of having such inhibitions, though, in his method of avoiding them: he makes damn sure people know he's sticking to his guns. When an upstart tries to pick a scrap, Bigsby very rarely accepts unless his challenger seems to be on an equal plane, and if not, he'll TELL him to come back when he's ready. Most people, though, don't like being talked down to and ESPECIALLY don't like being turned down when they're hot-headed enough to fight. Unfortunately, they don't realize that calling Bigsby a coward is an excellent way to get knocked out on the spot. Bigsby may not like scrappin' with a youngster, but he most certainly has no problem with knocking some respect into one.
xxxxxLikes: Bruises, hats, golden ale, loud music, and a good joke.
xxxxxDislikes: Quiet, cowardice, bullies, marital artists, and prudes.
xxxxxFavourite Food: Jalapenos, in moderation.
xxxxxHobbies: Scrappin' and collecting hats of those he's beaten in scraps.
xxxxxInterests: Brewery, smithing, and comedy.
xxxxxFaction Opinion: “This whole place is a party, and that's just aces to me. They call me in from time to time for busy work, but for the most part, they leave me well enough alone.”
xxxxxAspirations: To scrap, drink, and party until he can't any longer.
Employment::
xxxxxTitle: Da' Scrapper
xxxxxJob: For lack of a better term... Security for Clubs, responsible for breaking up the worst of Club's physical conflicts that he may or may not have had a hand in creating.
Appearance::
xxxxxHair: oh my god
xxxxxEyes: Light gray.
xxxxxSkin tone: A VERY light beige
xxxxxPalette: Compressed to dark blue, teal, and beige.
xxxxxClothing: Victorian-themed! And... growing progressively less-clothed with age xD
xxxxxAdditional: When an adult, wears a pair of large tusks fastened to a thick chain around his waist. For the love of Alice, what the hell did they COME from?! Tattoos a possibility as he grows.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:28 pm
Them boys what used to wear the hats in the Hat collection.
relationships.
Malo :: Ninny who ain't got no hat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:29 pm
Deep pockets, for lack of free hands.
STUFF
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 4:31 pm
What a strange thing. WHO CAN TELL ME WHAT THIS THING IS?
miscellanea.
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