The Big Damn Original Characters ApplicationYour ‘Real’ Name (or preferred 'out of character' Handle):
Pirate DuckHow Often You Can Post:
Every day when I am not out pillaging the High PondsTell Us About Your Roleplay Past/Abilities:
You're kidding, right? I'm a PIRATE DUCK!
How Familiar Are You With The Firefly 'Verse?:
And I quote:
Inara: "They all have the same three rag dolls and the same wooden carvings of...what is this supposed to be, a duck?"How Did You Hear About The BDV Site?:
From the Looting and Pillaging FreePirate Board.
In your mind, you can picture your Original Character...now let us 'see' them.If you could 'cast' the role of your OC, who would play the part:
Peppy What BDV ship/location do want to be assigned to:
Ares ShieldCharacter Name:
Communications expert and Grenade Pin PullerGender:
Male (not that sexuality is particularly important to ducklings under six weeks of age)Age (the character, not the actor/actress):
28 (that's 5 weeks in duck-age)Detailed Physical Description (2 paragraphs):
Squeek is small and yellow, with a quarter-pin bill and webbed toes. The webbed toes make him an ideal choice for aquatic operations and maneuvers. His tiny black eyes often seem sad, but this is just the way he looks. Some mistake their beady-ness for criminal shiftyness, but in truth, it's just a characteristic of his species.
Standing an seriously intimidating 3 inches in height, Squeek often has trouble being seen in chaos situations such as warehouse storming and at the breakfast table. It does give him the advantage in covert operations, however, since he can often slip in unnoticed.Detailed Personality(1-2 paragraphs):
Squeek is sometimes chaotic and disorganized, (a result of his fowl upbringing) but he tries not to let that interfere with his work. For the most part, he's generous and helpful, even scraping up worms and minnows for his crewmates when out shopping.
Not overly charming, Squeek relies on his good looks and cute demeanor when making new acquaintences. If there is one thing that Squeek does well, it's 'cute'. However, when this fails he relies on his amazing skill with linguistics and communications to impress newcomers.Detailed History(2 paragraphs):
Squeek was hatched in a pond in an affluent neighborhood of Ariel, one of a hatch of fifteen eggs. In this large family, his single mother did her best to keep them from being eaten by neighborhood cats and crushed by over-active children on skateboards, but it was a chaotic and somewhat unbalanced childhood. The pond itself was peaceful, freindly, the kind of neighborhood where everyone knows you by the sound of your quack.
He soon realized, however, that there were darker and more dangerous places in the 'verse and that's when he joined the Alliance Forces. When it was discovered that he had a knack for languages, and was a wiz at communications technology, he became a specialist in covert operations tracking and interpreting 'cortex traffic' from the criminal cartels as well as private criminal and terrorist interests.
As the only enlisted duck, he often found himself confronted by ugly discrimination, but it only made him keep his head down and work harder. Still, at night, sometimes he's haunted by the raucus calls of his former bunk-mates, "HEY, DUCKEE DUCKEE DUCKEE!"Strengths (1 paragraph):
Languages and technology are Squeek's strongpoints as are his hardheaded determination. When the going gets tough, this duck gets going. Squeek can often talk others into anything he puts his mind to, when he remembers what exactly it was that he wanted to talk them into.Weaknesses (1 paragraph):
Are you kidding? He's a duck! His short stubby wings aren't even fully developed. He can't even hold a chopstick, except with his bill. (Not..that there's anything wrong with that, mind you.) No physical strength to speak of. His webbed toes make him a little slow on land, but let him into the bathtub and he'll show you serious speed!Sample Post (3 paragraphs/Third Person Past Tense):
Squeek swaggered (waddled) as best he could into the cargo bay of his new assignment. The Ares Shield. At long last, after years of listening in dark rooms with headphones on, he was in the field! Doing the real
With a panicked squeeak, he dived sideways to avoid the huge combat boot coming down on his head. "What the...?"
A booming voice from above was followed by a lowered face of brawny steel, eyes covered with mirrored sunglasses. So, this must be the famous Tiberius Khan... "Yo, Womack? You order duck? It didn't come with plum sauce!" "Ha ha. Very funny. I'm Lt. Squeek, the new communications expert."
Squeek tilted his head to glare up at Khan with one beady little black eye. Best to start this off right. "No offence, Squeek, but you're a duck."
Khan turned and walked off, leaving Squeek staring after him. "Lt. Womack. Welcome to the shield, Squeek."
Squeek turned around to look up at the man, and up and up, and then to cock his head at the hand the Lieutenant was extending. What was he supposed to do with that? He flapped one small inefectual fuzzy wing at it, "Lieutenant. Pleasure to meet you."
"First off, I want you to head straight to the Galley, see Miss Shanti. She's been real excited to meet you, kept sayin' something about fois gras, whatever that is..."