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skybluejeep) wrote2013-07-21 04:05 pm
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Player Information:
Name: Lis (lisandra, ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Age: ........over 21. That's all you get. ;)
Contact: couervider at gmail dot com
Game Cast: N/A
Character Information:
Name: Stiles Stilinski (No full name given, but my secret, never mentioned in-game head canon would be "Przemysław Stilinski.")
Canon: Teen Wolf
Canon Point: Mid season three, just after episode 7, titled Currents.
Age: 17
Reference: Teen Wolf Wiki. Warning, massive spoilers for the entire run of the show within.
Setting: The world of Teen Wolf and Beacon Hills is one of two worlds colliding. On the surface, it's a world just like ours, normal and plain, its struggles no worse than human. Most people have absolutely no idea what's happening right under their noses. An entire supernatural realm is there, seething with conflict and blood. Werewolves are apparently just the tip of the iceberg, it gets a lot weirder.
Stiles discovers this underworld when his best friend, Scott McCall, is bitten by an Alpha werewolf. (There are three basic types of were: Alpha, Beta and Omega. It's fairly self-explanatory how the balance of power breaks down...) Over a period of several months, Scott and Stiles begin to discover more and more about the underpinnings of it all, from werewolves to hunters to shape-shifters to druids to magic to people with immunity from all of the above. The two of them struggle to maintain their "normal" daily lives; high school, keeping their parents in the dark about their activities (you know, teenager shenanigans), and keep up their places on the lacrosse team. It's harder than it looks.
There are two basic sides in the supernatural conflict in Beacon Hills: The werewolves on one side, and those who consider themselves Hunters on the other. Baseline humans just get caught in the middle, and usually end up victims. Werewolves can run the gamut from brutal, ruthless killers to tightly-knit family packs who live in peace. The Hunters, led mainly by one family called the Argents, focus primarily on tracking down and killing any rogue Omegas. Unfortunately, all it takes is one Hunter to go rogue themselves, and the entire system can come crashing down. Two members of the Argent family took it upon themselves to end the pack living in Beacon Hills, the Hales. This set the stage for the on-going conflict within the show, and all the different personalities drawn in.
Of course, there are also the dark horse threats, like evil druids, entire packs made up of Alphas, Kanima...
And of course the hell that is high school.
Personality: He is, at heart, a very good kid. Perhaps a bit more prone to getting in trouble than most kids his age, but the bottom line is this is a kid who would do anything for his friends, anything to protect his family, and try desperately to save lives, any way he could. Even through all the shifting alliances and friendships that mark the world he lives in, he's always willing to put himself on the line to help those he cares for. He's unendingly loyal, perhaps a bit too much, and nothing will shake him from that. Stiles does have a little bit of a morbid streak, though. This won't come out in his every-day conversation or the way he self-expresses. However, if there are reports of a crime, or a dead body somewhere, he just has to know exactly what's going on. Which means sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, sometimes. The upside of this morbid streak is that he's usually the first to put the puzzle pieces together, and figure out what the hell is actually happening. He's incredibly smart, but unfortunately his ADHD sometimes gets in the way of it. If he forgets to take his meds, or takes too many, he can get more than a little spazzy. He's lived with that diagnosis since he was a small child, though, so he knows (mostly) how to manage it.
He has one great friend, his best friend, the friend he'd do anything for: Scott McCall. He and Scott started off as unpopular boys, barely getting any attention of any kind, positive or negative. (It's never been shown how they met, but I'd imagine it was their freshman year in high school, Scott was new in town, had an asthma attack, and Stiles stepped in to help him. Like he steps in to help everybody. And thus a bromance for the ages was born.) The way he feels about Scott is an enormous part of his character. He was a very lonely kid, and Scott became his brother. Without Scott, he'd be a very different person, and he knows it. Scott's inherent goodness is a huge inspiration to Stiles, and they both keep the same sort of moral code.
He has one great love in his life: One Lydia Martin. Having apparently known each other as children, Stiles has been mooning over her for years, and she barely acknowledges his existence. Or at least, she used to. Within the last six months, they've grown closer, perhaps understanding that they had a bond that the others in their circle of friends didn't understand. The humans. Although the edge of his obsession with her seems to be wearing off, as they grow closer. He has shifted his feelings into something more friendly as opposed to 'be mine forever plz' and isn't being creepy about it anymore. (Yeah, he was "That Guy" for a while and it was annoying.)
His relationship with his father, the sheriff of Beacon Hills, is incredibly tight-knit, although Stiles has started to distance himself a little bit from his father. He says he wants to keep the man safe, and away from all the supernatural weirdness in his life. But he's starting to realize that's not working out so well. He will lie to his father, yes, but usually from the best intentions. Stiles is mildly obsessed with his father's health, forcing him to eat vegetables and stay away from junk food. He loves his father very, very much, and would be crushed if anything happened to him.
He can cry in front of people he trusts, but otherwise puts up an emotional wall of cheerful sarcasm and fast talking. It's not so much that he won't share his emotions, but rather that he finds them so overwhelming that it's hard to cope with them. Occasionally prone to panic attacks, he figures it's best to keep the negative bottled up and put away, even from his own self. This has everything to do with his mother's death, and his unprocessed feelings about it. He fully blames himself for it, although the reasons why haven't been made explicit. Survivor's guilt, perhaps. (It's not been made clear in canon when his mother died, but it's heavily implied she had some form of cancer, and died slowly from it. I figure it's relatively recently that she passed away, within the last four or five years, just about the time Stiles was hitting puberty.) There is a hint of a temper inside of him as well, but he can usually bite it back before it gets the better of him. Most of the time, though, he is all about the jokes. He has a very sarcastic sense of humor, very dry. Although he can get absolutely downright goofy if he wants to. Most everybody sees him as a complete spazz, and he's perfectly fine with that.
He's also incredibly brave. He will bounce back from events that would seriously traumatize a normal person. Near the end of season 2, Stiles withstood a beating from a Hunter who was bigger and stronger than him, all to protect two werewolves he didn't feel too cozy about. He will risk death to save others, and will even manage to endure exhaustion. Saving Derek Hale in the pool of the high school gym is proof enough of that. When directly threatened, he'll stand up for himself, and doesn't hesitate to come to rescue of others.
In spite of being tagged as the "comic relief" of his core of friends, he also has a serious side, but it's very rare. Most of the time he prefers to keep up the smile, the doofy act, the sarcasm and the jokes.
Upon the news that he's somewhere between life and death, he's gonna be really, really upset. Not for his own self, but for all of his family and friends back home. "Death doesn't happen to you. It happens to everybody around you, who have to now go on with their lives without you in it!" He's going to be genuinely and completely devastated that he isn't there for his father, and for Scott, of equal importance in his heart. After that is concern for Lydia, lots of regret that he never got to be with her. And, while in private, he'll cry. But if asked about it later in public, he'll make some really morbid joke about it, and shrug it off. They said, hey, perhaps he's not dead! So he's going to hold on to that "perhaps" as a life line, and hope that someday this will be over.
Appearance: Stiles is about six feet tall, and lanky to boot. Usually keeping his hair close-cropped, this last summer he opted to let it grow out a little, and even start using, gasp, product in it. (I blame this on Lydia Martin, coming in and giving him some stern advice on how to dress and do his hair.) He usually prefers to wear loose-fitting blue jeans, converse sneakers, a t-shirt with an amusing phrase or picture on it, topped off with either his lacrosse number hoodie or a flannel shirt. He has several small moles on his face and neck, and presumably lower down as well. He has brown hair and honey-brown eyes, over a turned up nose.
He's not exactly in perfect, top-top shape. He's not a body builder at all. But his participation in lacrosse and his running from various supernatural baddies has given him a sort of "swimmer" build, with long lean muscles and not a spare ounce of fat on him. He holds himself up straight, never slouching, unless he has to force himself into an uncomfortable school desk. He has a tendency to talk with his hands, gesticulating wildly to punctuate his points. When he gets nervous, he chews on things, whatever he can get his hands on, usually the collar of his shirt.
Abilities: None. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Stiles has absolutely zero in terms of supernatural or mutant powers. He can't turn into a wolf, he can't fly, he can't even grab a bug out of the air with chopsticks. What he can do involves a lot of sarcasm, a lot of running, and a lot of reading dusty old tomes.
In all seriousness, Stiles does have an uncanny knack for sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, and figuring out mysteries before it's too late. He's the one who's always there with the knowledge to save his friends, because he was the one who put it all together fastest. (Lydia tries, bless her, but she's usually too busy being victimized by the baddie of the week.) Seeing as his father is sheriff in Beacon Hills, Stiles will more than likely follow in his father's foot steps. If he survives that long.
Inventory: Stiles has his school bag with him when he appears in Tu Shanshu. Inside of the bag are the following:
~Two textbooks. They are both high school level. One is AP chemistry, and one is AP history.
~One spiral-ring notebook, half full of chemistry notes.
~His Android phone and its charger.
~His Nintendo 3DS and its charger, along with his copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf. (He has a weakness for it ok?)
~A thumb drive with contents of the Argent Beastiary written on it. (Which unfortunately he can't read, since it's in archaic Latin.)
~A half-drunk, warm bottle of Mountain Dew.
~An unopened bag of Cheetos.
~A half-full bottle of prescription Adderall.
~Various pens, pencils and detritus crumbled at the very bottom of his bag.
~His keys, with the small blue skateboard attached.
Suite: In looking over the five sectors, I believe Stiles would fit in best in the "Earth Sector." In looking at the available suites, EA - 3C is available, and I'd like him to move in there. He comes from essentially a middle-class family and a middle-class lifestyle. He's not entirely comfortable with the whole "wealthy" idea, and would prefer to be somewhere with a comfortable, more "California" sort of feel, and I think the sandstone architecture of Earth would hit that right on the head. Like this. He would only take up one floor, one room: he's not greedy. It might start out nice, but it'll probably end up being a mess shortly. He's a teenage boy, of course his room isn't clean!
In-Character Samples:
Third Person: He glared at the inoffensive door, as if he was blaming it for all his troubles. The door just stood in his way, mute, which only served to make him more annoyed. He shouldn't be getting this mad at a door, damn it! It wasn't some mystical symbol of everything that had gone wrong with his life. But then again, it sort of was. What was on the other side of this door was supposed to be his new home.
That was the problem, right there. He had a home. A perfectly good home back in Beacon Hills. A home with a dad who needed him, a best friend who needed him, a girl who...well, no, Lydia probably didn't need him, but he liked to tell himself she did. Doesn't matter. This door, this suite, this land, this ridiculous place, was now his home. And he was probably dead.
His hand trembled as he held up the key, thinking about what that was going to do to his father. In all the years of risking his life with werewolves and Kanima and dark druids, he'd never really thought about this outcome. And what's even more depressing, he doesn't remember it. He doesn't remember how he died. Was it one of the Alpha pack that got him? Was it the Darach? Or was it something stupid and mundane, like a car accident? Wouldn't that just be the most ironic death in the universe? To survive all that supernatural crap only to go out in the Jeep.
God, his dad was going to be devastated. Stiles could see him now, unscrewing of the first bottle of scotch...
He shut that image out of his head with a little shudder, and opened the door to his new apartment, his new life...afterlife.
"...Okay, whoa."
Maybe this wouldn't be too terrible after all. This was an enormous apartment. It had to be at least fifteen hundred square feet, bigger than the first floor of his house. Everything was elegant, even he could see that. Elegant, like the Argent's house, where he was always afraid to touch anything. The furniture, the flooring, even the lighting and the way the walls were angled was nice. Super nice. There was even a computer! Crap, this was supposed to be his? Just...given to him for free? Daaaaaaaamn. He was going to have a good time exploring this place...
Network:
[Stiles appears on video, using the web cam attached to his computer.]
Um. Personal question, kinda important. Where can a guy like me go to get his prescription of Adderall refilled? I mean, if we're supposed to be stuck in the middle of death and dreaming, or whatever, you'd think that I wouldn't have to suffer with the symptoms of untreated ADHD. Aren't we supposed to have incorruptible ethereal bodies of light or something? I distinctly remember that from Sunday school.
I mean, if I'm supposed to work and make money to sustain myself, ignoring the messy implications of not abiding by child labor laws, does that mean I can go buy my meds? Because I'd really like to be able to have them. And I think you guys listening to me would like for me to be able to have them too, honestly.
Name: Lis (
lisandra, Age: ........over 21. That's all you get. ;)
Contact: couervider at gmail dot com
Game Cast: N/A
Character Information:
Name: Stiles Stilinski (No full name given, but my secret, never mentioned in-game head canon would be "Przemysław Stilinski.")
Canon: Teen Wolf
Canon Point: Mid season three, just after episode 7, titled Currents.
Age: 17
Reference: Teen Wolf Wiki. Warning, massive spoilers for the entire run of the show within.
Setting: The world of Teen Wolf and Beacon Hills is one of two worlds colliding. On the surface, it's a world just like ours, normal and plain, its struggles no worse than human. Most people have absolutely no idea what's happening right under their noses. An entire supernatural realm is there, seething with conflict and blood. Werewolves are apparently just the tip of the iceberg, it gets a lot weirder.
Stiles discovers this underworld when his best friend, Scott McCall, is bitten by an Alpha werewolf. (There are three basic types of were: Alpha, Beta and Omega. It's fairly self-explanatory how the balance of power breaks down...) Over a period of several months, Scott and Stiles begin to discover more and more about the underpinnings of it all, from werewolves to hunters to shape-shifters to druids to magic to people with immunity from all of the above. The two of them struggle to maintain their "normal" daily lives; high school, keeping their parents in the dark about their activities (you know, teenager shenanigans), and keep up their places on the lacrosse team. It's harder than it looks.
There are two basic sides in the supernatural conflict in Beacon Hills: The werewolves on one side, and those who consider themselves Hunters on the other. Baseline humans just get caught in the middle, and usually end up victims. Werewolves can run the gamut from brutal, ruthless killers to tightly-knit family packs who live in peace. The Hunters, led mainly by one family called the Argents, focus primarily on tracking down and killing any rogue Omegas. Unfortunately, all it takes is one Hunter to go rogue themselves, and the entire system can come crashing down. Two members of the Argent family took it upon themselves to end the pack living in Beacon Hills, the Hales. This set the stage for the on-going conflict within the show, and all the different personalities drawn in.
Of course, there are also the dark horse threats, like evil druids, entire packs made up of Alphas, Kanima...
And of course the hell that is high school.
Personality: He is, at heart, a very good kid. Perhaps a bit more prone to getting in trouble than most kids his age, but the bottom line is this is a kid who would do anything for his friends, anything to protect his family, and try desperately to save lives, any way he could. Even through all the shifting alliances and friendships that mark the world he lives in, he's always willing to put himself on the line to help those he cares for. He's unendingly loyal, perhaps a bit too much, and nothing will shake him from that. Stiles does have a little bit of a morbid streak, though. This won't come out in his every-day conversation or the way he self-expresses. However, if there are reports of a crime, or a dead body somewhere, he just has to know exactly what's going on. Which means sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, sometimes. The upside of this morbid streak is that he's usually the first to put the puzzle pieces together, and figure out what the hell is actually happening. He's incredibly smart, but unfortunately his ADHD sometimes gets in the way of it. If he forgets to take his meds, or takes too many, he can get more than a little spazzy. He's lived with that diagnosis since he was a small child, though, so he knows (mostly) how to manage it.
He has one great friend, his best friend, the friend he'd do anything for: Scott McCall. He and Scott started off as unpopular boys, barely getting any attention of any kind, positive or negative. (It's never been shown how they met, but I'd imagine it was their freshman year in high school, Scott was new in town, had an asthma attack, and Stiles stepped in to help him. Like he steps in to help everybody. And thus a bromance for the ages was born.) The way he feels about Scott is an enormous part of his character. He was a very lonely kid, and Scott became his brother. Without Scott, he'd be a very different person, and he knows it. Scott's inherent goodness is a huge inspiration to Stiles, and they both keep the same sort of moral code.
He has one great love in his life: One Lydia Martin. Having apparently known each other as children, Stiles has been mooning over her for years, and she barely acknowledges his existence. Or at least, she used to. Within the last six months, they've grown closer, perhaps understanding that they had a bond that the others in their circle of friends didn't understand. The humans. Although the edge of his obsession with her seems to be wearing off, as they grow closer. He has shifted his feelings into something more friendly as opposed to 'be mine forever plz' and isn't being creepy about it anymore. (Yeah, he was "That Guy" for a while and it was annoying.)
His relationship with his father, the sheriff of Beacon Hills, is incredibly tight-knit, although Stiles has started to distance himself a little bit from his father. He says he wants to keep the man safe, and away from all the supernatural weirdness in his life. But he's starting to realize that's not working out so well. He will lie to his father, yes, but usually from the best intentions. Stiles is mildly obsessed with his father's health, forcing him to eat vegetables and stay away from junk food. He loves his father very, very much, and would be crushed if anything happened to him.
He can cry in front of people he trusts, but otherwise puts up an emotional wall of cheerful sarcasm and fast talking. It's not so much that he won't share his emotions, but rather that he finds them so overwhelming that it's hard to cope with them. Occasionally prone to panic attacks, he figures it's best to keep the negative bottled up and put away, even from his own self. This has everything to do with his mother's death, and his unprocessed feelings about it. He fully blames himself for it, although the reasons why haven't been made explicit. Survivor's guilt, perhaps. (It's not been made clear in canon when his mother died, but it's heavily implied she had some form of cancer, and died slowly from it. I figure it's relatively recently that she passed away, within the last four or five years, just about the time Stiles was hitting puberty.) There is a hint of a temper inside of him as well, but he can usually bite it back before it gets the better of him. Most of the time, though, he is all about the jokes. He has a very sarcastic sense of humor, very dry. Although he can get absolutely downright goofy if he wants to. Most everybody sees him as a complete spazz, and he's perfectly fine with that.
He's also incredibly brave. He will bounce back from events that would seriously traumatize a normal person. Near the end of season 2, Stiles withstood a beating from a Hunter who was bigger and stronger than him, all to protect two werewolves he didn't feel too cozy about. He will risk death to save others, and will even manage to endure exhaustion. Saving Derek Hale in the pool of the high school gym is proof enough of that. When directly threatened, he'll stand up for himself, and doesn't hesitate to come to rescue of others.
In spite of being tagged as the "comic relief" of his core of friends, he also has a serious side, but it's very rare. Most of the time he prefers to keep up the smile, the doofy act, the sarcasm and the jokes.
Upon the news that he's somewhere between life and death, he's gonna be really, really upset. Not for his own self, but for all of his family and friends back home. "Death doesn't happen to you. It happens to everybody around you, who have to now go on with their lives without you in it!" He's going to be genuinely and completely devastated that he isn't there for his father, and for Scott, of equal importance in his heart. After that is concern for Lydia, lots of regret that he never got to be with her. And, while in private, he'll cry. But if asked about it later in public, he'll make some really morbid joke about it, and shrug it off. They said, hey, perhaps he's not dead! So he's going to hold on to that "perhaps" as a life line, and hope that someday this will be over.
Appearance: Stiles is about six feet tall, and lanky to boot. Usually keeping his hair close-cropped, this last summer he opted to let it grow out a little, and even start using, gasp, product in it. (I blame this on Lydia Martin, coming in and giving him some stern advice on how to dress and do his hair.) He usually prefers to wear loose-fitting blue jeans, converse sneakers, a t-shirt with an amusing phrase or picture on it, topped off with either his lacrosse number hoodie or a flannel shirt. He has several small moles on his face and neck, and presumably lower down as well. He has brown hair and honey-brown eyes, over a turned up nose.
He's not exactly in perfect, top-top shape. He's not a body builder at all. But his participation in lacrosse and his running from various supernatural baddies has given him a sort of "swimmer" build, with long lean muscles and not a spare ounce of fat on him. He holds himself up straight, never slouching, unless he has to force himself into an uncomfortable school desk. He has a tendency to talk with his hands, gesticulating wildly to punctuate his points. When he gets nervous, he chews on things, whatever he can get his hands on, usually the collar of his shirt.
Abilities: None. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Stiles has absolutely zero in terms of supernatural or mutant powers. He can't turn into a wolf, he can't fly, he can't even grab a bug out of the air with chopsticks. What he can do involves a lot of sarcasm, a lot of running, and a lot of reading dusty old tomes.
In all seriousness, Stiles does have an uncanny knack for sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong, and figuring out mysteries before it's too late. He's the one who's always there with the knowledge to save his friends, because he was the one who put it all together fastest. (Lydia tries, bless her, but she's usually too busy being victimized by the baddie of the week.) Seeing as his father is sheriff in Beacon Hills, Stiles will more than likely follow in his father's foot steps. If he survives that long.
Inventory: Stiles has his school bag with him when he appears in Tu Shanshu. Inside of the bag are the following:
~Two textbooks. They are both high school level. One is AP chemistry, and one is AP history.
~One spiral-ring notebook, half full of chemistry notes.
~His Android phone and its charger.
~His Nintendo 3DS and its charger, along with his copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf. (He has a weakness for it ok?)
~A thumb drive with contents of the Argent Beastiary written on it. (Which unfortunately he can't read, since it's in archaic Latin.)
~A half-drunk, warm bottle of Mountain Dew.
~An unopened bag of Cheetos.
~A half-full bottle of prescription Adderall.
~Various pens, pencils and detritus crumbled at the very bottom of his bag.
~His keys, with the small blue skateboard attached.
Suite: In looking over the five sectors, I believe Stiles would fit in best in the "Earth Sector." In looking at the available suites, EA - 3C is available, and I'd like him to move in there. He comes from essentially a middle-class family and a middle-class lifestyle. He's not entirely comfortable with the whole "wealthy" idea, and would prefer to be somewhere with a comfortable, more "California" sort of feel, and I think the sandstone architecture of Earth would hit that right on the head. Like this. He would only take up one floor, one room: he's not greedy. It might start out nice, but it'll probably end up being a mess shortly. He's a teenage boy, of course his room isn't clean!
In-Character Samples:
Third Person: He glared at the inoffensive door, as if he was blaming it for all his troubles. The door just stood in his way, mute, which only served to make him more annoyed. He shouldn't be getting this mad at a door, damn it! It wasn't some mystical symbol of everything that had gone wrong with his life. But then again, it sort of was. What was on the other side of this door was supposed to be his new home.
That was the problem, right there. He had a home. A perfectly good home back in Beacon Hills. A home with a dad who needed him, a best friend who needed him, a girl who...well, no, Lydia probably didn't need him, but he liked to tell himself she did. Doesn't matter. This door, this suite, this land, this ridiculous place, was now his home. And he was probably dead.
His hand trembled as he held up the key, thinking about what that was going to do to his father. In all the years of risking his life with werewolves and Kanima and dark druids, he'd never really thought about this outcome. And what's even more depressing, he doesn't remember it. He doesn't remember how he died. Was it one of the Alpha pack that got him? Was it the Darach? Or was it something stupid and mundane, like a car accident? Wouldn't that just be the most ironic death in the universe? To survive all that supernatural crap only to go out in the Jeep.
God, his dad was going to be devastated. Stiles could see him now, unscrewing of the first bottle of scotch...
He shut that image out of his head with a little shudder, and opened the door to his new apartment, his new life...afterlife.
"...Okay, whoa."
Maybe this wouldn't be too terrible after all. This was an enormous apartment. It had to be at least fifteen hundred square feet, bigger than the first floor of his house. Everything was elegant, even he could see that. Elegant, like the Argent's house, where he was always afraid to touch anything. The furniture, the flooring, even the lighting and the way the walls were angled was nice. Super nice. There was even a computer! Crap, this was supposed to be his? Just...given to him for free? Daaaaaaaamn. He was going to have a good time exploring this place...
Network:
[Stiles appears on video, using the web cam attached to his computer.]
Um. Personal question, kinda important. Where can a guy like me go to get his prescription of Adderall refilled? I mean, if we're supposed to be stuck in the middle of death and dreaming, or whatever, you'd think that I wouldn't have to suffer with the symptoms of untreated ADHD. Aren't we supposed to have incorruptible ethereal bodies of light or something? I distinctly remember that from Sunday school.
I mean, if I'm supposed to work and make money to sustain myself, ignoring the messy implications of not abiding by child labor laws, does that mean I can go buy my meds? Because I'd really like to be able to have them. And I think you guys listening to me would like for me to be able to have them too, honestly.