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onlyeverdoubted) wrote2017-02-13 08:03 pm
onlyeverdoubted) wrote2017-02-13 08:03 pm
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Sixth Iteration Bio
Name: Bodhi Rook
Canon: Star Wars
Scrubs Color: teal
Visible Age: 25
Gender: male
Height: 5'8"
Physique: Narrow and scrawny with enough muscle to get by
Complexion: Warm brown but a bit ashy--he doesn't get out in the sun much
Hygiene: Fastidious about dirt, totally unconcerned about tidiness, so... squeaky clean but perpetually looks like a very tired college student
Hair: Black, a bit past shoulder length, in a constant battle against staying tied back
Eyes: Dark brown and huge
Defining Marks: Scruffy beard, a bit more than the usual allotment of nose
Accent/Speech: "Imperial" (nonspecifically English) accent, low and usually quiet, very prone to stammering and repeating things, leaving out words, losing the thread of a sentence entirely. Snorts when he laughs, surprisingly good whistler. Once in a while manages to communicate a complete thought in a reasonable way and it sounds weird. Lots of jerky gestures that don't always mean anything.
Bearing/Demeanor: Generally trying as hard as he can not to exist or babbling a lot and making bad jokes a little too loudly, sometimes veering from one extreme to the other with no warning. When he's addressing a problem that needs to be fixed he's very intense and forgets everyone else exists. Also when gambling.
Gait: Stooped shoulders, quick and scurrying, lots of glancing around and fidgeting. Seems convinced something is about to swoop down and eat him.
Habits: Constant motion or absolute stillness--nothing in between. Catnaps frequently. Lapses into grandiose math metaphors. Gambling unwisely. Reacts to unexpected physical contact like it burns, but enjoys it when he has proper warning. Hums and twitches his fingers according to half-remember rhythms, but only if he thinks he's alone.
Skills: He's a starship pilot, so for practical purposes? He can usually figure out tools. He can cook a little bit. He's good at cards, but he cheats. More esoterically, he tries really hard to get along, to be cooperative and useful, and he can be a surprisingly immovable object for someone so twitchy if he has something to be stubborn about.
History: Wookieepedia
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. 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.
PERSONALITY QUESTIONS
What skills does your character bring to the situation?: As a starship pilot, Bodhi isn't very well equipped to deal with the level of technology in an Edwardian-era village, and as an inhabitant of a windswept frozen desert who spent most of his adult life in the space equivalent of truck stops, he's not that great at nature, either. It's not going to be easy for him. He's a natural tinkerer, at least, and should be able to get somewhere with the tools and tech provided once the initial frustration dies down. And he's ridiculously resilient. It won't take long for him to get tired of being stymied and start figuring things out. He fled his entire life, landed in a torture dungeon where he expected allies and a warm welcome, and had his mind nearly destroyed before a narrow escape that coincided with the complete destruction of his childhood home, and hours later he was chatting amicably with a gruff assassin. Maybe it's an unusual capacity for denial, but nothing keeps Bodhi down. He takes direction well and thrives as part of something (he struggles to belong socially, but he's a very good cog for a functional machine) and his very analytical bent of mind results in strange solutions that work out more often than not.
Explain how your character would react to the following:
- Discovering that their memories may have been tampered with: This is really nothing new at this point. He had his mind sifted through by a psychic tentacle monster with all the delicacy and grace of a demolition derby, and he's never had a chance since to begin sorting out what memories are real, which might be missing, which are pieces of other things tacked together to form the connections bor gullet needed to determine if he was telling the truth. At least there were no creepy appendages touching him this time. It's fine. (Yeah, he's very good at denial. At some point the dam will break.)
- Having to do physical labor to survive: Bodhi is no stranger to work. His job is always physical, even when it's just a matter of discipline and endurance on the long, boring parts of his delivery routes. And given the last week or so of his life, he could really use something to keep him busy. Too much quiet time inside his own head could be disastrous. He may get a bit cranky when he realizes he can't flagrantly abuse stims and stay awake for days at a time, though. That's an important part of his approach. Pilot thing.
- Having to share resources with others: In the abstract, he won't mind at all. Noble, reasonable, and he's not used to having a lot, anyway. If he's asked to share or even sees anyone in need he won't hesitate. He has a bit of an acquisitive streak, though, that in his former life manifested mainly in a persistent gambling habit. It's the getting more than the having, He'll probably try not to gamble, but he's so good at it (he's okay) and it's totally harmless (he's been arrested and had fingers broken). He's not greedy—he's generous with his winnings and doesn't even always collect—he just likes winning. And being sneaky. He looks so innocent, too.
- Being unable to leave the area: One way his past will serve him well. Since early in his childhood he lived under an occupying force, then at a regimented school, then in a series of small metal tins that flew between spaceports where he had only the freedom his clearance and scanty pay allowed. For someone so well traveled, Bodhi is very used to restrictions. If it's brought consciously to his attention he'll be indignant and willing to join in with schemes of escape and resistance, but if he isn't thinking about it, it'll be very easy for him to fall into a routine and go about his days.
- Doing without modern conveniences and technology and/or being around tech more advanced than they're used to: Why is everything so stupid and terrible? He's roughed it before, but he's roughed it in a world where that means the holograms are jumpy and out of focus and you have to repair your own spaceship. He'll be bored by the lack of options and irritated with the limitations. And he hates nature. Being dull and primitive may be a greater and more effective assault on Bodhi Rook's peace of mind than being an inexplicable magical trap.
- Being separated, possibly permanently, from loved ones and their previous life, including loss of powers, if applicable: Bodhi split from his previous life before he arrived—he left behind friends, career, an already distant relationship with his family, everything he'd spent his life trying to believe. He did it out of principle and love, a sacrifice more than a loss, but that's already done with. And every inhabitant of the city he grew up in is dead. And the other Rogues. And the Imperial traitor who gave him his purpose. He set out into the world a defector, giving up everything, and expecting never to get any of it back. He's in the uniquely pleasant position of having had a chance to process this possibility and accept it. Anything after the battle of Scarif is a bonus.
Canon: Star Wars
Scrubs Color: teal
Visible Age: 25
Gender: male
Height: 5'8"
Physique: Narrow and scrawny with enough muscle to get by
Complexion: Warm brown but a bit ashy--he doesn't get out in the sun much
Hygiene: Fastidious about dirt, totally unconcerned about tidiness, so... squeaky clean but perpetually looks like a very tired college student
Hair: Black, a bit past shoulder length, in a constant battle against staying tied back
Eyes: Dark brown and huge
Defining Marks: Scruffy beard, a bit more than the usual allotment of nose
Accent/Speech: "Imperial" (nonspecifically English) accent, low and usually quiet, very prone to stammering and repeating things, leaving out words, losing the thread of a sentence entirely. Snorts when he laughs, surprisingly good whistler. Once in a while manages to communicate a complete thought in a reasonable way and it sounds weird. Lots of jerky gestures that don't always mean anything.
Bearing/Demeanor: Generally trying as hard as he can not to exist or babbling a lot and making bad jokes a little too loudly, sometimes veering from one extreme to the other with no warning. When he's addressing a problem that needs to be fixed he's very intense and forgets everyone else exists. Also when gambling.
Gait: Stooped shoulders, quick and scurrying, lots of glancing around and fidgeting. Seems convinced something is about to swoop down and eat him.
Habits: Constant motion or absolute stillness--nothing in between. Catnaps frequently. Lapses into grandiose math metaphors. Gambling unwisely. Reacts to unexpected physical contact like it burns, but enjoys it when he has proper warning. Hums and twitches his fingers according to half-remember rhythms, but only if he thinks he's alone.
Skills: He's a starship pilot, so for practical purposes? He can usually figure out tools. He can cook a little bit. He's good at cards, but he cheats. More esoterically, he tries really hard to get along, to be cooperative and useful, and he can be a surprisingly immovable object for someone so twitchy if he has something to be stubborn about.
History: Wookieepedia
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. 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.
PERSONALITY QUESTIONS
What skills does your character bring to the situation?: As a starship pilot, Bodhi isn't very well equipped to deal with the level of technology in an Edwardian-era village, and as an inhabitant of a windswept frozen desert who spent most of his adult life in the space equivalent of truck stops, he's not that great at nature, either. It's not going to be easy for him. He's a natural tinkerer, at least, and should be able to get somewhere with the tools and tech provided once the initial frustration dies down. And he's ridiculously resilient. It won't take long for him to get tired of being stymied and start figuring things out. He fled his entire life, landed in a torture dungeon where he expected allies and a warm welcome, and had his mind nearly destroyed before a narrow escape that coincided with the complete destruction of his childhood home, and hours later he was chatting amicably with a gruff assassin. Maybe it's an unusual capacity for denial, but nothing keeps Bodhi down. He takes direction well and thrives as part of something (he struggles to belong socially, but he's a very good cog for a functional machine) and his very analytical bent of mind results in strange solutions that work out more often than not.
Explain how your character would react to the following:
- Discovering that their memories may have been tampered with: This is really nothing new at this point. He had his mind sifted through by a psychic tentacle monster with all the delicacy and grace of a demolition derby, and he's never had a chance since to begin sorting out what memories are real, which might be missing, which are pieces of other things tacked together to form the connections bor gullet needed to determine if he was telling the truth. At least there were no creepy appendages touching him this time. It's fine. (Yeah, he's very good at denial. At some point the dam will break.)
- Having to do physical labor to survive: Bodhi is no stranger to work. His job is always physical, even when it's just a matter of discipline and endurance on the long, boring parts of his delivery routes. And given the last week or so of his life, he could really use something to keep him busy. Too much quiet time inside his own head could be disastrous. He may get a bit cranky when he realizes he can't flagrantly abuse stims and stay awake for days at a time, though. That's an important part of his approach. Pilot thing.
- Having to share resources with others: In the abstract, he won't mind at all. Noble, reasonable, and he's not used to having a lot, anyway. If he's asked to share or even sees anyone in need he won't hesitate. He has a bit of an acquisitive streak, though, that in his former life manifested mainly in a persistent gambling habit. It's the getting more than the having, He'll probably try not to gamble, but he's so good at it (he's okay) and it's totally harmless (he's been arrested and had fingers broken). He's not greedy—he's generous with his winnings and doesn't even always collect—he just likes winning. And being sneaky. He looks so innocent, too.
- Being unable to leave the area: One way his past will serve him well. Since early in his childhood he lived under an occupying force, then at a regimented school, then in a series of small metal tins that flew between spaceports where he had only the freedom his clearance and scanty pay allowed. For someone so well traveled, Bodhi is very used to restrictions. If it's brought consciously to his attention he'll be indignant and willing to join in with schemes of escape and resistance, but if he isn't thinking about it, it'll be very easy for him to fall into a routine and go about his days.
- Doing without modern conveniences and technology and/or being around tech more advanced than they're used to: Why is everything so stupid and terrible? He's roughed it before, but he's roughed it in a world where that means the holograms are jumpy and out of focus and you have to repair your own spaceship. He'll be bored by the lack of options and irritated with the limitations. And he hates nature. Being dull and primitive may be a greater and more effective assault on Bodhi Rook's peace of mind than being an inexplicable magical trap.
- Being separated, possibly permanently, from loved ones and their previous life, including loss of powers, if applicable: Bodhi split from his previous life before he arrived—he left behind friends, career, an already distant relationship with his family, everything he'd spent his life trying to believe. He did it out of principle and love, a sacrifice more than a loss, but that's already done with. And every inhabitant of the city he grew up in is dead. And the other Rogues. And the Imperial traitor who gave him his purpose. He set out into the world a defector, giving up everything, and expecting never to get any of it back. He's in the uniquely pleasant position of having had a chance to process this possibility and accept it. Anything after the battle of Scarif is a bonus.