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Beauregard Durple; They call him Purple
Topic Started: Feb 20 2013, 06:00 AM (214 Views)
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Character Name: Beauregard Durple
Nickname: They call him “Purple”

Years Alive: 11 + 5

Gender Anatomically: Male most definitely

Type: Meister
Partnered? no sir

Clothing and description: Excuse my diction
A slouchy teal beanie, that was knit by his granny, sets upon his light blond hair. His skin is soft and fair. Purple looks 3 years off his age. In this youthful stage, he can play off of being cute, never looking too brute. He wears a hoodie of violet and black goggles, that of a pilot, that hangs around his neck. With purple geta(sandals) in effect. He has eyes of blue that express honest and true. Cargo shorts or pants, that aren’t too baggy by chance. He wears a pair of white gloves, the golfer’s kind that he loves. He has a soft shounen face to show a visage of grace. He is thin and stands 2 inches and 5 feet. And thus Purple’s description is complete.

History: In case you skipped the first part, didn’t restart, and have yet to depart, then you should know that rhyming is close to Purple’s heart. There is no definite reason for the seasoned untimely rhyming that has taken up his speech. “To each there own,” his parents would say, so hey, he lives this way. Stuck as a buck stuck in yucky muck in this nursery rhyme mentality. It’s his personality, his safe zone, he can control his speech alone. Why is he this way? Well, I must confess, that is exactly what we are about to address.

You see at some point, he realized that age will progress. Older and older. The truth set in colder, than he could imagine. That innocence and cute, won’t always be. So he stretches his youth, to “stop” him from agin’ with innocence and cute what he thrives to embody. Yes this is silly, but it’s his past, really, thus he has reverted back to his youth. In a world with no crimes, only nursery rhymes can he find peace in his heart with proof.

If I may be honest, if I may be true, Purple’s home life is very Mary Sue. Nothing too different except the exception of his rhyming complex that his parents must find acceptance. They figured, “Why fight it? He hasn’t turned to drugging, nor thugging, nor mugging,” on the contrary, he was quite fond of hugging. So raised in this way, no stopping his say, he didn’t, however, have many friends with to play. He was labeled as “strange,” “deranged,” and “weird,” but that is when his path was cleared. A new place to go, to a far away land, to The City of Death, surrounded by sand. The whole family moved and got a house in the city, it was small and quaint yet very pretty. They wanted to live near the school, so Purple could just long board there and save fuel.

Purple wants to make a weapon for Shinigami, and maybe along way some origami. His father once attended Shibusen, but found it too confusin’. He was a NOT student, and not prudent, so he dropped out, and then reroute to build a family in Cali. But his son was more spunky, determined to not be a flunky, and joined the school in Death Valley. Due to training with his father, Purples strength was built farther and farther. He became clever and smart and fond of foxing, which complimented his kick boxing. With Purple’s concentration rarely waning, they also practiced some weapons training. Hacking and slashing, slashing and hacking, Purple does enjoy attacking.

Purple inherited a strong ability to “see” the soul, to know the difference from human and evil. To know a soul that is sound from a soul with much less ground. He can see details through concentration with such a talent for Soul Perception. He can sense souls within fifty meters of him alive, yet he can begin to see details within twenty-five. His only ability without another, he inherited this one from his mother. Though a Meister who had never made it far, his mother's soul perception was far above par.

I must say at last, there isn’t much to his past. What’s more important anyway is what happens today and so onto personality without delay.

Personality: Most obvious without doubting is his endless spouting of rhymes from day to day. Purple wants to do what’s right and will put up a fight if to darkness his friends want to stray. He is kind and upright to many’s delight. To be happy is the best way to be. A bouncing ball of sunshine, Purple is always in for a fun time. Aside from you needing a translation guide, you might find that he has a chill side. He is a fairly cool guy he with a diction impairment, but I hope by now that would be apparent.

A few things, though, piss Purple off. Purple is short with those who scoff. It is cool if they are friends, but if that’s not the case, then in the end he will beat up your face. Aside from that he is fine and dandy, but he will do a lot better if you give him candy.

Sad things that are sad make him feel bad, and might make him cry because he‘s a sensitive little guy. Not much left to state about this personality trait.

And thus I conclude his entire attitude.

Abilities:

Technique Name:
 Soul Perception
Effects/Description:
Purple inherited a strong ability to “see” the soul, to know the difference from human and evil. To know a soul that is sound from a soul with much less ground. He can see details through concentration with such a talent for Soul Perception. He can sense souls within fifty meters of him alive, yet he can begin to see details within twenty-five.

Combat Style: With a kick boxing technique, he has light and jumpy stance, this helps give him mobility by chance. Dodge and counter is his combat style, making his stance jumpy yet agile. His strikes do little damage, however his little body can manage. He’s small and hard to hit, an annoyance I admit. But when struck, he’s short of luck. Just a few hits and that is it. The boy is done and there’s no more fun. This helps balance his talents. And with his soul perception added, he can easily become adapted to any situation with just a little concentration.

Miscellaneous Information: The Seussification of Purple’s diction may be the cause of some social friction. But this is a detail you already know. Now onto something I have yet to show.

The one thing that I don’t understand is that he hates both red beans and clams. He will not eat them on a shore, he will not eat them in a war. He will not eat them in outer space, nor at his place, nor at your place. He would not eat them over here, nor over there, nor ever further over their. He will not eat them anywhere. Purple is completely fine with some eggs and hams, but will not eat red beans and clams.

Strengths:

  • An agile sort of style
  • Easy resonation with little complication
  • Very fit and hard to hit

Weaknesses:

  • A chance for a communication complication
  • Strength based abilities are zero, so he is weak when he is fighting solo.
  • He has a small damage intake, which makes him very easy to break.


Roleplay Sample:

Salutations ladies and gentlemen of audience. I do hope you please excuse this moment in which I break character to discuss a little bit with you about the nature of the character known as Purple. You see I was enjoying a divine foot bath when I receive a call on the tellie. Upon answering it, I discovered that I was chosen for the job to narrate for the character known as Purple.

Now I know what you are thinking, why does the narrator not rhyme? Well, because I simply cannot allow myself to look so silly in public. If I were to go about rhyming all day, could you imagine what fellows at the country club would think? *rolls eyes* Indeed.

Finally, I would like to mention that Purple does not in fact rhyme with pupil.

I do hope I am not disappointing too much with my refusal, but I must draw the line somewhere. Now without any further ado, I will get to the sample story of Beauregard Durple, the Meister they call Purple.

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Once upon a time, on a stark early spring afternoon, Purple had started feeling perturbed about being indoors. “I feel perturbed about being inside all day. I want to go out and I want to play.” He was staring out the window in hopes to find something to do, when he saw a fourteen year old girl on a scooter. She lived just down the street from him in there little suburban neighborhood. The girls name was Tania and she wore a canary yellow hoodie, red tennis shoes and jeans. Her strawberry blond pig tales whipped behind her as she pushed against the wind. She raced down the sidewalk, a speed racer on two wheels, each kick off the ground propelling her forward.

With blinding reaction speed, Purple knew what he was going to do today, bolting from the living room window, around the corner, and to his garage. All in one swift movement he hit the automatic garage door button, grabbed his long board and was sliding under the barely open garage door on the board. He jumped sliding the long board under him and landing in a wide stance to keep stability. Crouching so low to the ground to get under the slow rising garage door. He started to gain a lot of speed as he was dismounting from his driveway. Keeping his balance, he stood up slowly, now feeling the wind push on him harder in the opposite direction. There was a storm a‘comin‘. You could smell it in the air, that rainy scent that comes with the wall of dark gray clouds that could be seen a little distance ahead of them in the sky.

Purple started to push against the ground, propelling him faster and faster forward. Kick after kick, he was so close to catching up to the girl. She was just fifteen feet ahead of him. She may be a scooter speed racer, but what she doesn't know is that I’m and expert chaser. Once he caught up to her, he planned to race her back home.

But the sound of the sidewalk below him went th-thud th-thud th-thud faster as he caught speed. The sound now loud enough for her to hear. She turned her head to look at her pursuer. The look on his face must have been enough because as soon as she saw him, she grinned and squinted her eyes as she started to kick harder and pick up more speed. So I guess the game has now begun, but it shan't end until I have won! Tania sought the next driveway an opportunity to leave the “small time” course of the side walk and hit the “big time” of the main road.

Following in her path, Purple ignored the upcoming driveway and skipped right over the easement, launching over the curb. The street however was smoother for the long board to travel on, which allowed Purple to go faster. Now moving quickly with ease, Purple just about to catch up with her when she suddenly put on the brakes. The pathetically built scooter’s breaks squealed as the rubber wheel pushed against the metal piece. Purple was agile and dodged crashing into her. He jumped off of the board and wend to meet with her.

“Afternoon Tania, the storm seems close. How ‘bout we race home and the winner can boast.” He smiled at her tauntingly and she could not deny to participate in such a contest. She kicked her scooter and it spun around to face the other way. And without warning said, “Ready set go!” She kicked off of her board and she was off. Kick after kick, push after push, the wind was at her back and Tania was determined not to lose.

However, Purple was right on her tail. She didn't hear it due to the fact that they were no longer on the sidewalk. Purple’s black goggles were now over his eyes as he sped by past her taking the lead and the win. He sped back into his garage, jumped off of his board and went to the garage fridge. He then retrieved icy pops and hung out with Tania. Oh, and he did make fun of her. “I know me saying this might kill your buzz, but I totally just kicked your butt, cuz’.” He scoffed jokingly.
Edited by Eyelusion, Feb 27 2013, 05:38 PM.
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Hey, Eye! Lammy here, back again to do some more character modding for ya'! Glad to see you've stuck around long enough to warrant a second character! So without further ado, let's begin the process.

...wait a second, does this entire character profile rhyme? Is this a Dr. Seuss book? This is fantastic. But, in that case...

History: Just why exactly did his family make the move? Was there something they sought out to prove; or did Purple express interest in enrolling in the school, and his parents thought, "Sure, that sounds cool." Or was there perhaps, a more complex reason, such as murder, awe, or possibly treason? Just a bit more depth here is all that I ask, and that should prove to be a simple task. We know that his father was a student, so was he trying to make his son a bit more fluent? (In the ways of being a Meister, perhaps thought he should follow in his father's footsteps?)

Okay I can't keep this up.

Was his mother also a Meister? Or perhaps a Weapon? You claim that Purple's Soul Perception was inherited from her.

Strengths and Weaknesses: "Fit" and "Hard to hit" are more like two strengths; perhaps you could come up with an extra weakness?

That's really about it. Again I applaud your unique concept of constantly rhyming, but, be sure to contact me when you're ready for round 2!
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The whole family moved and got a house in the city, it was small and quaint yet very pretty. They wanted to live near the school, so Purple could just long board there and save fuel.


At the end of the third paragraph in "History."

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His only ability without another, he inherited this one from his mother. Though a Meister who had never made it far, his mother's soul perception was far above par.


At the end of the second to last paragraph in "History."

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"Fit" and "Hard to hit" are more like two strengths


Well, I kind of meant for "Fit" to be the reason behind why he is "Hard to hit". What I was only trying to say was It is difficult for an attacker to land an attack.
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Then in that case, I don't see any reason as to why I can't approve this character!

Or alternatively...

Now that the character is perfected, you will find that he's accepted~
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