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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:33 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:17 am
True Facts
Name:Barney Derring
Nicknames: BARNEY BUNS 'N THIGHS
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: February 12th
Sign: ?
Blood Type: B
Fav. Food: PB&J
Hated Food: Tunafish
School: Barren Pines College
Hobbies
Working out- While not really a hobby, more like patterned behavior, Barney likes to pump that iron. And pump it he does, even when his rippling appearance is what causes him so much strife as it is. Ever since he was five and beat uncle Marvin at his own game of pull my finger clean out of its socket his parents have realized that if they don't get baby Barney some exercise sooner or later he's going to bust out of the barn and head straight for Tokyo. Without working off some steam, this gentle giant becomes jittery and paranoid and batshit crazy all at the same time. He doesn't mean any harm, but the fact is he was built for harm. Giant muscle man + repressed energy+ crappy coping mechanisms + he grew up in a fricken circus = BULL IN A CHINA SHOP GTFO U GUYS OR HE WILL MOW YOUR a** DOWN. So yeah, not so much a hobby, more like the pin that holds together the hand grenade.
Hitting the Books- Need a study buddy? I know he looks like the slug that hung you out on the flagpole by your underpants last year, but if you haven't got the memo yet, Barney's not all that he appears. He's smart. He works hard. He wears little reading glasses and holds his books like 6 inches away from his face. So as long as you don't mind him taking up an egregious amount of elbow room at the library table, you're welcome to come sit with him and discuss economics and accounting theory.
Hands of an Angel- Despite having a rather unwieldy, clunky body mass Barney has the beautifully tiny, delicate hands of a china doll. He uses them to build eerily precise dioramas of fictional towns where he appoints himself the mayor. Mayor Barney, of Pleasant Town. He can spend long hours hovered over his projects crafting the townsfolk and neighborhoods in his vision of utopia. Just so long as NO ONE TOUCHES HIM OR FRIGHTENS HIM. It takes so much concentration to hold that tiny plastic tree in one hand and delicately apply crafter's glue with the other, if anyone were to say, bust open the dorm doors or jump out from behind him, he'd likely throw his fists through the diorama, through the desk and in the carnage somehow find a way to inadvertently rearrange your face.
Gemstone Amethyst
Gift:
Buns of Steel: Barney is a mastodon of strength. He can throw, lift and crush things most people can't. While his feats do seem impressive, even frightening to some, there's really no need to worry. Barney's bone crunching, metal bending moves are just for show. Literally; check your local listings. Barney and his family perform in a traveling circus entertaining small town folk with their amazing or at least somewhat amusing "talents". Each member has their own tent wherein they play out a routine to entertain and amaze their visitors while simultaneously raking in the dough. While Barney's gift is true, like any other attraction he plays an act that is designed to employ the typical fog and mirror tricks to woo and wow the crowds. To the outside world, and even in his own family he is referred to by his stage name, the 'Iron Gaint'. His gift has become his entire purpose. At least until just recently...
Virtues:
Intelligence: Though brawny as he is, Barney has some brains to balance out his physical excellence. In fact, ever since he realized there was a lot more interesting things to do with your mind than with a pair of meaty fists, he's pretty much given up on the whole Hercules act in favor of books and logic. At least that's what he wants to do; his family probably wouldn't be too keen on their star performer ditching the spandex and barbells for a stack of books and pencils. But when the family business falls on harsh economic times, it's Barneys love of knowledge that get's him a ticket out the sideshow life and onto the public forum. His parents allow him to go to college to study business law, banking that he might bring their dog and pony show off the streets and onto the big stage.
Two Bulging Biceps to Cry On: Barney is there for a friend in need. He doesn't really have any friends, of course. But if he did, he be there for them, no matter what. He is loyal to anyone who seems to accept him despite his background and appearance. And he gives piggybacks. It's like riding an elephant to school: Best. Day. Ever.
Flaws:
Big Man in a Tiny Cage: Growing up as a child performer in an eccentric family business constantly on the move has it's negatives. Barney is shy, bashful and hesitant to connect with others. The wagons pull in, set up camp for a week or two, then promptly pack up and move to the next town. Two weeks is not a lot of time to maintain friendships, particularly friendships that will stand the strain of long distance. Not to mention the family is its own world, with its own culture and beliefs. They act a bit like gypsies, having strict rules about outsiders and largely ignorant views on mainstream society. While many children threaten to leave their parents and join the circus, Barney only wishes he could the leave the circus and come live at your house.
Identity Crisis: Who is Barney? Is he the Iron Man as his family proudly professes, or is there someone else behind the act, someone deeper? They tell him, "you're a freak, but you'll always be one of us". But the outside world is creeping in and filling is mind with possibilities of a different future. One with choices, not boxes to fit into. Torn between blood ties and his worldly ambitions, Barney is really a lot more complicated than he might appear. Will his issues with identity bring the family to ruin, or will the pressures of a narrow-minded cult circus bring the tents down on his dreams for brighter future? It's always the quiet ones you need to watch out for. Especially the pro wrestler-looking quiet ones. >>
Screams Like A Little Girl- One thing you have to understand about Barney is that as smart as he is and as tough as he is, he's kind of a pansy. Turning off all the lights and jumping out from around the corner is akin to poking a grizzly bear with a stick. When in terror mode he can't hear you when you're saying, "I was just kidding Barney please don't tear my face off". He goes completely 100% ANIMAL. He can't control what he destroys, be it friend, foe or government property. If it's any consolation, when he calms down he'll feel really, really sorry about beating your shoulders down onto your kneecaps and wants you to know he wasn't angry about it and you can still be friends. =)
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:09 am
BP Life
Room [DER-] 5 :: Barney is very clean room dweller with simple tastes. He likes to keep down on the clutter to prevent him from knocking into anything. It is easy to see from the way he keeps his things that Barney is man who appreciates time and process. Everything is kept in the same place he found it in, he puts his jumbo pencils in the same cup after each use, his dainties can often be seen whipping about in the cool breeze just outside his window, a window which is broken by the way; he managed to bow out one side so it no longer closes right. It gets REALLY cold in his room now, particularly in the fall and winter months. Flannel long johns with the adorable a** flap are the staple of his nightwear during such times of the year. It's not so unusual then to notice he has around 20 wool blankets tucked around his twin mattress. If it's windy enough the busted window will make a soft tap tap tap noise and the air blowing in will often hiss and screech which keeps him up for a while at night, the paranoid coward that he is.
Since he mostly uses the public or Barren Pines libraries to do school work his desk has been converted into a hobby station exhibiting his latest diorama, Fertile Valley a place not unlike the region he resides in except in most ways. By the sink you can see his old fashioned shaving soap, straight razor and lather brush, and a little kid's sized toothbrush. Did I mention he had tiny little baby teeth? Well now you know.
On a random table he keeps a picture frame of his mom and dad posing in front of their caravan of circus props. They look happy here but the picture looks quite old, possibly taken before Barney was born. Does he resent his family for making him an outcast? Or does he love them despite their eccentricities? We're not really sure, Barney does talk much about these things.
The Ebola House ::
BP Friends :: None ; _ ;
BP Enemies :: None
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 3:11 pm
Plot Developments Finding the peculiar dying plant one night after returning home from the gym, Barney couldn't seem to figure out where or who it might have come from. With few friends to speak of in his house, or floor as it were, he had little outside information on the strange gift's meaning.
After a fruitless night of research he could find nothing about the existence of a plant called 'Dionaea Ebola'. However, through dissecting the roots of the name he was able to find out that the plant was a from a species called the Venus Fly Trap. A plant that sucks in more than just water and sunshine but living insects. Ebola, as he was somewhat familiar by his house name, is a virus that is potentially deadly to humans. But what could these two words possibly have in common? And why was plant like this in his possession? Distraught and unable to come to any reasonable answers he left the plant on his hobby desk and tried to get some sleep.
.:::*:::.
That night his sleep was filled with yet another set of strange, haunting dreams. He dreamed he was frog hopping around a flooded campus, whipping his long sticky tongue at unsuspecting students and swallowing them whole.
When he woke it was still dark outside. 3am. In a cloudy, dream-like state he decided he could no longer stand having the dying plant in his room. Still in his long johns he picked up the pot and a flashlight and carried it out to the courtyard where he buried it someplace he hoped would turn it's brown leaves green again. Barefoot, cold and covered in dirt he returned exhausted to his bed. But just as his large round head plopped against the soft comfort of his sheets the alarm rang resoundingly into the room. Even to his blood-shot eyes it was clear the day would not bring any comfort to his restless situation.
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