A character's last day to live...

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Diana, Nov 21, 2009.

  1. Another fun hypothetical question! Take a character, any one of your characters. It can be one that HAS been in this situation or you can make up a situation where it would happened. Every person handles death in a different way, especially when it's their own.

    Your character KNOWS they are about to die. It's going to be their last day alive. What are they thinking? What do they do with their last hours? How are they going to die?
     
  2. I was thinking about this the other day... But not for any of my characters but for myself. I would TOTALLY hijack a car and start a high speed car chase. If I'm going, I'm going out with a bang and some fame!

    (I TOTALLY rhymed!) XD
     
  3. Hm...

    Maggie would probably drown herself, better to go on your own terms and all that...

    Eddie is the sort to laugh the knowledge off, but he'd run. Even if there was no getting out of it, he'd still try to find a way out.

    Addy isn't smart enough to really understand the concept.

    Aya is not my character but I always figured if he woke up knowing he was definitely going to die he'd probably very calmly put his legal and family affairs in order, maybe call his sister just to hear family once more, then meet whatever was coming with sword in hand.

    Bahn (who is not in play yet but here's hoping he gets approved) is probably the most complicated. The Vi essentially commit suicide, when they choose to die they go in for the Recording in the Hall of Echoes, where all their life knowledge and experiances are caught as echos in this big pretty crystal cave. That day he would spend the morning in bed with his nest-mates, just being lazy, then spend the afternoon with his children, and the evenging getting ready (the Vi are big on pomp and ceremony- everything takes them forever.) for the Last Feast. Very stereotypical space hippies that lot.

    You just have to ask these little things! I have too many races and species profiled in my head already ("ARGH! I need a bigger head!") without you forcing me to flesh out new ones.
     
  4. nvm found my answer I was asking if Ravanger was taken and found the CS when looking for Raven's for a different thread.
     
  5. One of my favorite characters, a postapocalyptic anarchist named Matthew, expects every day to be his last; either the Government may find the Anarchist camp or they could run out of food or he could be killed on a raid or scavenging mission.

    Rhidel...he'd go down fighting. He's very much a "take you down with me" type.

    Travis....Travis would probably go nuts and create a whole new dimension or something just for kicks.
     
  6. My character Tempestus was caught in a whirlwind caused by a 'teammate'. The teammate was trying to take a tiny tiny jewel Tempestus had just found, claiming that he deserved it. Seeing the end was nigh, and not wishing to let the jewel fall into his forme friend's hands, he simply swallowed it. But instead of dying, he ascended to godhood. Turns out the jewel was the last remaining fragment of one of the original deities of the realm.
     
  7. Probibaly hurt whatevers killing them as much as possible. Failing that take on the world one last time.
     
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    Character Name: Mac
    Actual Name: Macauley Jeanpaul Beveman


    Age: 37

    **Personality:

    I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
    That walk up my long board and hang off the nose

    I suppose
    The need to focus never arose
    So something like a Swiss army knife
    That's my life
    Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
    The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
    Breaking free, breaking free

    Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style
    Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style

    I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
    With all hands spread all over the deck
    What the heck
    Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind
    Began to pick up what he could find
    Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice

    Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    A sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I got a native tongue from way down south
    It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth

    I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
    Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
    I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
    That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose




    **Powers:



    Empathetic connection- Not actually his power, but the connection he has with Starr because of her power. Starr and Mac can feel each others presence, location, and emotions from many miles apart.

    ** Skills

    Musician
    Actor
    Sailor
    Private pilot
    Aspiring writer




    **Background:


    Born the grandson of a sailor and the son of a banker, Macauley Jeanpaul Beveman suffered from what his family called “over sensitivity”. The bottom line was that he could not adapt to his father's ways or preferred paths for Mac's life. He never cared to deal with numbers, he was too free-spirited for military work, too lazy for hard work, and too interested in the human condition to be bothered to think about anything else much. He was more like his grandfather, and would spend all the time he could listening to the tales of the sea.

    In his teenage years, Mac found music a great outlet. This, and to a certain extent acting and writing were the only things that came easy. After his grandfather's death, not being an achiever put a distance between him and the rest of his family. He turned to alcohol and even illegal drugs during the late teenage years, though it never brought him much trouble worse than a barfight after the one time he tried to rob a gas station.

    He played the bar circuit throughout the southern united states and sometimes got acting work in Miami, where he lived with his cousin for a while. He had a life of just getting by, living from gig to gig. One day suddenly he came into a large amount of money. Though there was an investigation concerning Mac as a possible drug dealer, the charges never stuck and the money did. His life didn't change much with that money, as he didn't know what else to do with it other than pursue his acting and music.

    In time, he played the slightly larger scenes of Gatlinburg, Branson, music festivals and the like.

    Full success would come to him in the form of a tv deal. The TV deal brought his name before the public, leading to exposure and financial success for his music career as well. Financial success was not something he was well-equipped to deal with, as his attempts to live a more conventional life as a celebrity resulted in two divorces.

    Television made his life comfortable, but was never creatively satisfying. It was draining. His two marriages and their romances were inspirations for his music, but so were his divorces. Contiuing to age throughout this part of his career, he became partly frustrated and partly poetic about his life as a sensitive outsider. Music became harder to write, inspiritation more rare. It was starting to feel old, starting to weary him. Mac needed something new in his life.

    He was on his way to becoming a falling star until the night he saw a falling Star.

    **Story:

    "I was talking to my friend Desdemona a while back. She runs this space station and bake shop down near Boomtown. she told me that human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers
    took us out of the oven a little too early. and that's the reason we're as crazy as we are and I believe it. Do you know what's crazier than that, friends and neighbors? We ain't the only ones."

    Have you ever dreamed of losing everything just so you could start all over again? This is the story of a alien being who did just that. A lady who came crashing wildly into the Earth just to land on her feet and roll with the punches. Me, I'm the lucky guy who found what was left of her at the time and bring her back to health. By the time she recovered enough to communicate, I came to understand that she didn't know much. Not knowing who she was, not knowing where she was supposed to be going, not knowing where she's been. She looked like a shooting star coming down to Earth like that, so we decided to name her that. Starr. So now I don't know where my life is going either. She stays with me as we travel all over the world doing my performing jobs and changing latitudes and attitudes as we follow La Vie Dansante. So? Even the best navigators aren't quite sure where they're going until they get there and then they still aren't sure. There's only one thing we know for sure: indecision may or may not be our problem.

    She's Starr, and I'm Mac Beveman. Welcome one and all to our story of Stars.


    Intelligence:: 2
    Strength: 2
    Speed:2
    durability: 2
    Energy: 0
    Fighting ability: 2
     
  9. Actually in the strange marvel power grid setup, Energy Projection of 1 is "none" so just fix that and he'll be approved, and not considered an additional character due to the sort of near symbiotic relationship he'll have with Starr

    Approved once the change is completed. Please repost both Starr and Mac in the approved character thread.
     
  10. Gilgear probably would have appreciated the foresight...

    Snowpaw'd likely cry about it... yes, the whole day.

    That's probably the two most amusing ones.
     
  11. Julez would make love with Deimon. Hurhurhurhur derp.
     
  12. Mhmm... That's really interesting. I've never thought of that before.

    I'm thinking, half of my characters are the type that would burst into tears && misery if they found out they were going to die today. The other half, well, they might go running around the world doing all sorts of crazy things to make the most of their lives.

    Extremes :D