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onlyeverdoubted) wrote2018-05-27 10:38 am
onlyeverdoubted) wrote2018-05-27 10:38 am
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User Name/Nick: Siobhan
User DW:fiercebadrabbit
E-mail: israfel1030@gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Bodhi Rook
Series: Star Wars
Age: 25
From When?: Following his death on Scarif
Warden: Bodhi is fresh off his own redemption arc—one he doesn’t really see as complete. He has to believe in the possibility of change or it all comes crashing down. He’s a pragmatist about it, though. Making up for the past is clearly bullshit, in his observation, but there’s shit that needs doing in the future. Making your personal peace is a goal he’s pretty much abandoned (and maybe should revisit for his own sake), but making a better future even if you fucked the past is possible, and the world will be better for it, with or without you.
Item: Crozo 2-mal personal commlink
Abilities/Powers: Bodhi is a starship pilot and pretty good with vehicles in general, a handy mechanic and techie, and that’s about it. His job’s been his life since he was a teenager and he’s not even all that good at it. He makes good tea and is okay at gambling.
Personality: Bodhi is a tightly wound bundle of anxieties, guilt, and crippling self doubt who goes through life wholeheartedly dedicated to not showing any of it. His road from child of an occupied planet to semi-willing servant of the regime taught him to respect power, acknowledge rules spoken and unspoken, keep his head down and channel feelings into acceptable outlets that don't threaten anyone in charge. Try to take up as little space as possible, barely exist, do the job, find the real if banal solace in hanging around other pilots chatting about crushes and races and drinking too much and the occasional death-defying dare to do stupid things with ships. He trained himself carefully for a small, unexamined life of quiet desperation, hiding from the internal voices that told him to do something better. Even after breaking from that, throwing away the safe, soul-crushing lot of unremarkable cargo pilot, it's hard to shake that training, and he gives himself no credit for the core of courage and conviction that led him away from the Empire and into the unknown for the sake of making things right. Bodhi sees the coward and the sneak in the mirror, not the freedom fighter who never had a chance to come into his own. He remembers failing to qualify for fighter pilot training on the weight of crippling anxiety attacks and pure squeamishness, not the technical and mathematical prowess that kept him on, and certainly not that he flew the mission that saved the galaxy (a little). Everything about himself that's good and gentle and brave seems like a fluke, or like he borrowed it from someone better—first Galen, then the Rogues.
He lives under constant conviction that everyone can tell what a failure he is, that he's constitutionally incapable of getting anything right, and his overcompensating for that makes for the chirpy, aggressively cheerful babbling that he often deteriorates into in conversation. He gave up his life, his friends, his every possible comfort zone, and living in perpetual low-level terror is almost relaxing. When you're always petrified, nothing can get worse.
There are a few areas he can trust himself in. He's a pilot, after all, and even if he lacks that flyboy confidence that the fighters revel in, he's part of a proud order that transcends politics and conflicts, master of calculations and tight maneuvers. He's perfectly happy working on mathematical and mechanical puzzles. He's an excellent gambler (he really isn't) because he knows the system (no he doesn’t). He can banter with crews and techs and always hold his own. He can be tough and play dirty if he's put in a corner as long as he has a reason to be there, a script that makes sense in his head. And then he attributes that cleverness and steely resolve to someone else, too. He needs to feel like he belongs to something, like he's doing something right, to bring out the best in him. It's one reason he fastened on so completely to Galen when he finally broke from the Imperials, why he tied his fate directly to Jyn's in turn. He can't believe in Bodhi alone, but he can be a tool of something greater, even though he never feels like he's done enough.
So when he's at loose ends or even when he loses the script for a moment, he tends to get panicky. It's pathetically easy to throw him for a loop, and he wears his heart on his sleeve, so it's also easy to tell and take advantage. He practically forgets how to talk if he's too uncomfortable. And that was before he ran away from his life, was captured by the people he thought he was fleeing to, was psychically tortured, survived the wholescale slaughter of his hometown and the death of his trusted mentor, was bombed, shot at, and ultimately blown up. It's been a traumatic little while for Bodhi that he hasn't even begun to deal with, and there's only so much chipper conversation and tinkering with whatever's lying around can do to keep that floodgate closed. Tellingly, Bodhi recoils from physical contact no matter how casual, frequently overreacts to normal stimuli, sleeps poorly or not at all, and generally struggles to maintain his facade of normalcy. And a lot of his memories don’t work right anymore. That’s always fun.
Day to day and beyond the deep scars, Bodhi is kind and enthusiastic about people when he likes them, and he likes pretty easily, having never shaken the desperation for security and approval that came of a childhood on an occupied world where mortal danger was an everyday reality. He’s naturally quiet, cooperative, and gentle, with a slight tendency to defer to anyone who isn’t obviously evil. He has a spine in there, but he needs to really believe in a cause to drag it out. Being an agreeable jellyfish is so much easier. He always intends to get close to people but tends to be bad at it. His social skills are all a bit surface level and he’s very reluctant to share anything about himself, so making progress beyond nodding acquaintance or drinking buddy can be tough.
Barge Reactions: Everyday life on the barge will not phase Bodhi much. It’s strange, but he’s lived his adult life on space stations. Crossroads of odd people with wildly confusing goals at cross purposes is pretty much how life is. Coming from a world with both starships and magic, few characters’ experiences will be really incomprehensible to him. It’s probably all just weird Force stuff. He will be pretty hung up on the deck being apparently open to space, though. That’s weird.
When the everyday ceases, he’s likely to have trouble. Bodhi had a very bad experience with having his mind invaded and his reality altered. Breaches and floods will invoke having Bor Gullet wandering around in his head again, and he’ll be upset and freaked out at least the first few times. He already can’t trust the inside of his head or his own experiences.
Deal: Of all his failures, the one that sticks out the most is the destruction of his home planet. So while there are plenty of other fuckups and big picture problems, what he really wants is to restore Jedha. He hasn’t thought too hard about what that would look like.
History: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bodhi_Rook
Sample Journal Entry: [No face in this feed. The stars above the deck take up the whole screen.]
What, um—What do people think, is this, is it… real, in any meaningful way? I, um, they don’t really chart, or conform to, to—to any laws of astrophysics I know, but, well, what do I know? You know? I don’t know, I just, I just can’t get used to—
[The staccato rhythm of pauses and repeats is interrupted not by Bodhi’s own vocal tics for a moment, but by the whistle and trill of the mouse droid, and the video wavers a bit as he steps out of its path with what should be practiced ease and is instead clutzy and hurried.]
Did he go for my toes on pur… Anyway. Um. I just wondered. Is it a massive holo, or, or… I don’t know, I like the idea but it makes my brain hurt? And, wait, what happens if you fly off, has—has someone done that?
Sample RP: Barfly
Special Notes: N/A
User DW:
fiercebadrabbitE-mail: israfel1030@gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Bodhi Rook
Series: Star Wars
Age: 25
From When?: Following his death on Scarif
Warden: Bodhi is fresh off his own redemption arc—one he doesn’t really see as complete. He has to believe in the possibility of change or it all comes crashing down. He’s a pragmatist about it, though. Making up for the past is clearly bullshit, in his observation, but there’s shit that needs doing in the future. Making your personal peace is a goal he’s pretty much abandoned (and maybe should revisit for his own sake), but making a better future even if you fucked the past is possible, and the world will be better for it, with or without you.
Item: Crozo 2-mal personal commlink
Abilities/Powers: Bodhi is a starship pilot and pretty good with vehicles in general, a handy mechanic and techie, and that’s about it. His job’s been his life since he was a teenager and he’s not even all that good at it. He makes good tea and is okay at gambling.
Personality: Bodhi is a tightly wound bundle of anxieties, guilt, and crippling self doubt who goes through life wholeheartedly dedicated to not showing any of it. His road from child of an occupied planet to semi-willing servant of the regime taught him to respect power, acknowledge rules spoken and unspoken, keep his head down and channel feelings into acceptable outlets that don't threaten anyone in charge. Try to take up as little space as possible, barely exist, do the job, find the real if banal solace in hanging around other pilots chatting about crushes and races and drinking too much and the occasional death-defying dare to do stupid things with ships. He trained himself carefully for a small, unexamined life of quiet desperation, hiding from the internal voices that told him to do something better. Even after breaking from that, throwing away the safe, soul-crushing lot of unremarkable cargo pilot, it's hard to shake that training, and he gives himself no credit for the core of courage and conviction that led him away from the Empire and into the unknown for the sake of making things right. Bodhi sees the coward and the sneak in the mirror, not the freedom fighter who never had a chance to come into his own. He remembers failing to qualify for fighter pilot training on the weight of crippling anxiety attacks and pure squeamishness, not the technical and mathematical prowess that kept him on, and certainly not that he flew the mission that saved the galaxy (a little). Everything about himself that's good and gentle and brave seems like a fluke, or like he borrowed it from someone better—first Galen, then the Rogues.
He lives under constant conviction that everyone can tell what a failure he is, that he's constitutionally incapable of getting anything right, and his overcompensating for that makes for the chirpy, aggressively cheerful babbling that he often deteriorates into in conversation. He gave up his life, his friends, his every possible comfort zone, and living in perpetual low-level terror is almost relaxing. When you're always petrified, nothing can get worse.
There are a few areas he can trust himself in. He's a pilot, after all, and even if he lacks that flyboy confidence that the fighters revel in, he's part of a proud order that transcends politics and conflicts, master of calculations and tight maneuvers. He's perfectly happy working on mathematical and mechanical puzzles. He's an excellent gambler (he really isn't) because he knows the system (no he doesn’t). He can banter with crews and techs and always hold his own. He can be tough and play dirty if he's put in a corner as long as he has a reason to be there, a script that makes sense in his head. And then he attributes that cleverness and steely resolve to someone else, too. He needs to feel like he belongs to something, like he's doing something right, to bring out the best in him. It's one reason he fastened on so completely to Galen when he finally broke from the Imperials, why he tied his fate directly to Jyn's in turn. He can't believe in Bodhi alone, but he can be a tool of something greater, even though he never feels like he's done enough.
So when he's at loose ends or even when he loses the script for a moment, he tends to get panicky. It's pathetically easy to throw him for a loop, and he wears his heart on his sleeve, so it's also easy to tell and take advantage. He practically forgets how to talk if he's too uncomfortable. And that was before he ran away from his life, was captured by the people he thought he was fleeing to, was psychically tortured, survived the wholescale slaughter of his hometown and the death of his trusted mentor, was bombed, shot at, and ultimately blown up. It's been a traumatic little while for Bodhi that he hasn't even begun to deal with, and there's only so much chipper conversation and tinkering with whatever's lying around can do to keep that floodgate closed. Tellingly, Bodhi recoils from physical contact no matter how casual, frequently overreacts to normal stimuli, sleeps poorly or not at all, and generally struggles to maintain his facade of normalcy. And a lot of his memories don’t work right anymore. That’s always fun.
Day to day and beyond the deep scars, Bodhi is kind and enthusiastic about people when he likes them, and he likes pretty easily, having never shaken the desperation for security and approval that came of a childhood on an occupied world where mortal danger was an everyday reality. He’s naturally quiet, cooperative, and gentle, with a slight tendency to defer to anyone who isn’t obviously evil. He has a spine in there, but he needs to really believe in a cause to drag it out. Being an agreeable jellyfish is so much easier. He always intends to get close to people but tends to be bad at it. His social skills are all a bit surface level and he’s very reluctant to share anything about himself, so making progress beyond nodding acquaintance or drinking buddy can be tough.
Barge Reactions: Everyday life on the barge will not phase Bodhi much. It’s strange, but he’s lived his adult life on space stations. Crossroads of odd people with wildly confusing goals at cross purposes is pretty much how life is. Coming from a world with both starships and magic, few characters’ experiences will be really incomprehensible to him. It’s probably all just weird Force stuff. He will be pretty hung up on the deck being apparently open to space, though. That’s weird.
When the everyday ceases, he’s likely to have trouble. Bodhi had a very bad experience with having his mind invaded and his reality altered. Breaches and floods will invoke having Bor Gullet wandering around in his head again, and he’ll be upset and freaked out at least the first few times. He already can’t trust the inside of his head or his own experiences.
Deal: Of all his failures, the one that sticks out the most is the destruction of his home planet. So while there are plenty of other fuckups and big picture problems, what he really wants is to restore Jedha. He hasn’t thought too hard about what that would look like.
History: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bodhi_Rook
Sample Journal Entry: [No face in this feed. The stars above the deck take up the whole screen.]
What, um—What do people think, is this, is it… real, in any meaningful way? I, um, they don’t really chart, or conform to, to—to any laws of astrophysics I know, but, well, what do I know? You know? I don’t know, I just, I just can’t get used to—
[The staccato rhythm of pauses and repeats is interrupted not by Bodhi’s own vocal tics for a moment, but by the whistle and trill of the mouse droid, and the video wavers a bit as he steps out of its path with what should be practiced ease and is instead clutzy and hurried.]
Did he go for my toes on pur… Anyway. Um. I just wondered. Is it a massive holo, or, or… I don’t know, I like the idea but it makes my brain hurt? And, wait, what happens if you fly off, has—has someone done that?
Sample RP: Barfly
Special Notes: N/A