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chickensdontclap) wrote2016-10-13 07:21 am
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Name: Box
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Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Victory Road: None!
Character
Name: GOB (George Oscar Bluth)
Series: Arrested Development
Timeline: A New Attitude
Canon Resource Links: and now the story of...
Personality: You know that gif of Homer Simpson pouring milk onto some cereal whereupon it immediately catches fire? Yeah, that’s basically GOB personified. There isn’t a dove alive that’s made it through one of his acts in one piece, and while he’s capable of making a yacht disappear, that’s only if you count sinking it as a solution. GOB is chronically incapable of thinking anything through all the way to the end, which is a problem when the end chronically comes back to leave you, say, stabbed in a prison yard. He’s better at escalating a minor inconvenience into a full scale shitstorm than he is at magic, if his inability to get the pick a card any card bit to work is any judge. Have trouble nailing two pieces of wood together? Only solution is to start a strike with the rest of the workers. Brother might be cheating with the girlfriend you barely acknowledge? Fistfight in front of a courthouse. Find out you have a kid? Ditch him in Reno. Need to one up your magician rival? Make him fall in love with you so you can break his heart by dumping him. Except that dumping part hasn’t happened yet, but details.
He’s the kind of guy you can’t trust to come through in the clutch, and why you’d ask him to drive in the first place is an even bigger mystery. He’s prone to demanding responsibility and then immediately abandoning the task once it proves more difficult than anticipated. He goes from insisting that he’s going to take over the company to panicking at the thought and passing the buck in the space of about a minute. Tasked with delivering a letter, he’ll instead hurl it into the sea as an act of defiance. Of course, he’s so prone to being pompous and dramatic that he’ll refuse to admit responsibility in the first place. He insists on referring to his tricks as Illusions to make them sound more impressive, enters and exits scenes without getting off of his segway, and once got married in a series of escalating dares. Saying he can’t do something means that he’ll spend the next thirty minutes attempting to do that something, only with blackjack and hookers.
Saying all of this brashness stems from insecurity might be cliche, but it also happens to be 100% accurate. GOB bleeds his feelings on just about any surface he can get his hands on. People, too, though there’s usually less blood involved that way and more sobbing and clinging. This goes double if Michael says something even vaguely nice to him, or if someone ends up in the hospital, or if… honestly, it just goes on like this. He’s pretty easily wounded, best shown by the first fist-fight in the courthouse, which GOB instigates after his parents don’t care that he showed up. Or the time he demands becoming president of the company because, again, his parents didn’t want him to be there at the front of the episode. He’s so desperate for approval that he is completely unable to stop himself from blathering magic secrets whenever asked, which is kind of a problem when you founded a guild that looks down on that sort of thing. He routinely caves whenever his dad gives him half an inch, too. He’s emotionally stunted in just about every way that counts, unable to name any feelings aside from jealousy, and boy, does he love to stew on that one. An astonishing variety his terrible ideas are rooted in being jealous of one family member or another, usually Michael because he’s the Favorite. Oh, yeah, we’re not above sleeping with girls Michael’s interested in just to stick it to him, not in this bar.
If you think about it too long, all this might stop being funny and start hurting instead. The fact that he’s taken to roofying himself and almost never appears on screen without a drink in hand means it isn’t a particularly difficult train of thought to follow, either. In a remarkable feat of irony, GOB’s the only member of the family who wants to be here and in return, not a single one of them wants him there. When he’s not too busy building a permanent address in denial, GOB knows it, too. He’s (almost surprisingly) very astute when it comes to knowing his family and what each individual member is capable of. For example, he figures out Lucille got Michael into a car accident solely from listening to the account third-hand on the phone, or that Marta’s into some guy named Hermano (which turns out to mean brother in Spanish, which turns out to be Michael, which turns out to be accurate), or that George Michael asking to score some pot is kind of weird coming from him (which makes sense considering the request’s coming from Buster).
So, what is GOB actually good at, and does literally and figuratively setting things on fire count, that is the question. Like any Bluth, GOB relies on a wide swath of lies to get through the day. He pulls a Ha Ha I’m Totally Not Upset Right Now on an almost daily basis, not to mention the complete inability to own up to a relationship in public for more than ten seconds. He can be charming in small doses, making his ideas sound great even if he’ll inevitably botch the execution. If he ever stopped running from his responsibilities, hell, chances are he could make a pretty good go of this. Up until he accidentally hit on his mom, he even managed to work at a real job for several days and took home tips for it.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Drifloon
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: testdrive
Victory Road Sample:
Upon abandoning the mother figure who lacked enough alcohol to make a convincing replica, GOB strode out of the house and took a look around. He saw quite a few more brightly colored animals than he’d anticipated. How high was he, exactly? This was a very good question but, alas, did little to help his current predicament. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket, which took two tries. For some odd reason, it wasn’t getting any reception, and as it didn’t seem connected to any hastily assembled construction projects, GOB had absolutely no idea why. He started rummaging through the backpack he could’ve sworn hadn’t been there before, which mostly resembled flipping all the contents onto the ground in a complete huff. He flopped down onto the ground next to them, and since when have his hands started shaking? Right, let’s stop that now.
Unfortunately, his hands seemed uncooperative. “I wonder where I am!” He started laughing, tearing up from the force, because he could appreciate a good joke and “Behind the tree, right--?” There was a distinct lack of glitter, however, and after spending a few hours juggling the contents of the backpack, GOB began to think that, maybe, perhaps, he was on his own here.
Well, except for the weird purple balloon that’d been floating around since he walked outside, anyway. He wasn’t sure if that counted, or if it was even alive. He felt like it kept staring at him, though, so GOB went up to it and poked it right in the yellow bandaid. The balloon failed to pop as he’d anticipated, however, and instead glared at him-- “Okay, you know what, let’s settle this right now-- Can you, uh, can you see me in there? One blink no, two blinks yes…?” The weird balloon blinked in affirmation, which was not as reassuring as GOB anticipated. “So--- you’re not gonna tell anyone I poked you, right?” Of course, very few people talked about GOB poking them before, so he wasn’t sure why anyone would start now. Still, it was better safe than sorry, especially since he was out of Forget-Me-Nows, so he was more than a little relieved when the balloon shook its… head, it was a head with a balloon, right?
The problem solved, GOB attempted to walk away from the scene of the crime, only the balloon seemed to be… following him. “Uh. So, I’m gonna go over here, and you can just stay over there, and maybe in a couple days or weeks, I’ll pretend we’ve never met and we’ll all be even, alright?” This failed to have the intended result, however, as the balloon floated around in the shape of a question mark.
GOB looked at the long and presumably monster-filled dirt road up ahead and then back at the purple… thing. He heard music coming from hell if he knew where, but as it didn’t seem to be The Sound of Silence, he wondered if it meant that this wasn’t…
“I… guess you could come with me if you want. You know, just in case someone finds a pin and then you’re totally screwed.” The balloon bounced a little, a difficult feat while suspended about five feet in the air. “Come on, Hermano, let’s beat it before some weird owl starts hooting at us.” He wasn’t sure where the name came from, but the balloon seemed to puff up, and so GOB felt… he wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it was almost the opposite of hungry. Like… he’d had enough of something. Which was weird, so he proceeded to do his best to ignore it.
About a half hour later, GOB realized he’d left an enormous pile of camping equipment lying around and they doubled back to the town.
Name: Box
E-mail: boxofgrenades@gmail.com
Preferred Contact:
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Victory Road: None!
Character
Name: GOB (George Oscar Bluth)
Series: Arrested Development
Timeline: A New Attitude
Canon Resource Links: and now the story of...
Personality: You know that gif of Homer Simpson pouring milk onto some cereal whereupon it immediately catches fire? Yeah, that’s basically GOB personified. There isn’t a dove alive that’s made it through one of his acts in one piece, and while he’s capable of making a yacht disappear, that’s only if you count sinking it as a solution. GOB is chronically incapable of thinking anything through all the way to the end, which is a problem when the end chronically comes back to leave you, say, stabbed in a prison yard. He’s better at escalating a minor inconvenience into a full scale shitstorm than he is at magic, if his inability to get the pick a card any card bit to work is any judge. Have trouble nailing two pieces of wood together? Only solution is to start a strike with the rest of the workers. Brother might be cheating with the girlfriend you barely acknowledge? Fistfight in front of a courthouse. Find out you have a kid? Ditch him in Reno. Need to one up your magician rival? Make him fall in love with you so you can break his heart by dumping him. Except that dumping part hasn’t happened yet, but details.
He’s the kind of guy you can’t trust to come through in the clutch, and why you’d ask him to drive in the first place is an even bigger mystery. He’s prone to demanding responsibility and then immediately abandoning the task once it proves more difficult than anticipated. He goes from insisting that he’s going to take over the company to panicking at the thought and passing the buck in the space of about a minute. Tasked with delivering a letter, he’ll instead hurl it into the sea as an act of defiance. Of course, he’s so prone to being pompous and dramatic that he’ll refuse to admit responsibility in the first place. He insists on referring to his tricks as Illusions to make them sound more impressive, enters and exits scenes without getting off of his segway, and once got married in a series of escalating dares. Saying he can’t do something means that he’ll spend the next thirty minutes attempting to do that something, only with blackjack and hookers.
Saying all of this brashness stems from insecurity might be cliche, but it also happens to be 100% accurate. GOB bleeds his feelings on just about any surface he can get his hands on. People, too, though there’s usually less blood involved that way and more sobbing and clinging. This goes double if Michael says something even vaguely nice to him, or if someone ends up in the hospital, or if… honestly, it just goes on like this. He’s pretty easily wounded, best shown by the first fist-fight in the courthouse, which GOB instigates after his parents don’t care that he showed up. Or the time he demands becoming president of the company because, again, his parents didn’t want him to be there at the front of the episode. He’s so desperate for approval that he is completely unable to stop himself from blathering magic secrets whenever asked, which is kind of a problem when you founded a guild that looks down on that sort of thing. He routinely caves whenever his dad gives him half an inch, too. He’s emotionally stunted in just about every way that counts, unable to name any feelings aside from jealousy, and boy, does he love to stew on that one. An astonishing variety his terrible ideas are rooted in being jealous of one family member or another, usually Michael because he’s the Favorite. Oh, yeah, we’re not above sleeping with girls Michael’s interested in just to stick it to him, not in this bar.
If you think about it too long, all this might stop being funny and start hurting instead. The fact that he’s taken to roofying himself and almost never appears on screen without a drink in hand means it isn’t a particularly difficult train of thought to follow, either. In a remarkable feat of irony, GOB’s the only member of the family who wants to be here and in return, not a single one of them wants him there. When he’s not too busy building a permanent address in denial, GOB knows it, too. He’s (almost surprisingly) very astute when it comes to knowing his family and what each individual member is capable of. For example, he figures out Lucille got Michael into a car accident solely from listening to the account third-hand on the phone, or that Marta’s into some guy named Hermano (which turns out to mean brother in Spanish, which turns out to be Michael, which turns out to be accurate), or that George Michael asking to score some pot is kind of weird coming from him (which makes sense considering the request’s coming from Buster).
So, what is GOB actually good at, and does literally and figuratively setting things on fire count, that is the question. Like any Bluth, GOB relies on a wide swath of lies to get through the day. He pulls a Ha Ha I’m Totally Not Upset Right Now on an almost daily basis, not to mention the complete inability to own up to a relationship in public for more than ten seconds. He can be charming in small doses, making his ideas sound great even if he’ll inevitably botch the execution. If he ever stopped running from his responsibilities, hell, chances are he could make a pretty good go of this. Up until he accidentally hit on his mom, he even managed to work at a real job for several days and took home tips for it.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Drifloon
Password: Atomic Fireball
Samples
RP Sample: testdrive
Victory Road Sample:
Upon abandoning the mother figure who lacked enough alcohol to make a convincing replica, GOB strode out of the house and took a look around. He saw quite a few more brightly colored animals than he’d anticipated. How high was he, exactly? This was a very good question but, alas, did little to help his current predicament. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket, which took two tries. For some odd reason, it wasn’t getting any reception, and as it didn’t seem connected to any hastily assembled construction projects, GOB had absolutely no idea why. He started rummaging through the backpack he could’ve sworn hadn’t been there before, which mostly resembled flipping all the contents onto the ground in a complete huff. He flopped down onto the ground next to them, and since when have his hands started shaking? Right, let’s stop that now.
Unfortunately, his hands seemed uncooperative. “I wonder where I am!” He started laughing, tearing up from the force, because he could appreciate a good joke and “Behind the tree, right--?” There was a distinct lack of glitter, however, and after spending a few hours juggling the contents of the backpack, GOB began to think that, maybe, perhaps, he was on his own here.
Well, except for the weird purple balloon that’d been floating around since he walked outside, anyway. He wasn’t sure if that counted, or if it was even alive. He felt like it kept staring at him, though, so GOB went up to it and poked it right in the yellow bandaid. The balloon failed to pop as he’d anticipated, however, and instead glared at him-- “Okay, you know what, let’s settle this right now-- Can you, uh, can you see me in there? One blink no, two blinks yes…?” The weird balloon blinked in affirmation, which was not as reassuring as GOB anticipated. “So--- you’re not gonna tell anyone I poked you, right?” Of course, very few people talked about GOB poking them before, so he wasn’t sure why anyone would start now. Still, it was better safe than sorry, especially since he was out of Forget-Me-Nows, so he was more than a little relieved when the balloon shook its… head, it was a head with a balloon, right?
The problem solved, GOB attempted to walk away from the scene of the crime, only the balloon seemed to be… following him. “Uh. So, I’m gonna go over here, and you can just stay over there, and maybe in a couple days or weeks, I’ll pretend we’ve never met and we’ll all be even, alright?” This failed to have the intended result, however, as the balloon floated around in the shape of a question mark.
GOB looked at the long and presumably monster-filled dirt road up ahead and then back at the purple… thing. He heard music coming from hell if he knew where, but as it didn’t seem to be The Sound of Silence, he wondered if it meant that this wasn’t…
“I… guess you could come with me if you want. You know, just in case someone finds a pin and then you’re totally screwed.” The balloon bounced a little, a difficult feat while suspended about five feet in the air. “Come on, Hermano, let’s beat it before some weird owl starts hooting at us.” He wasn’t sure where the name came from, but the balloon seemed to puff up, and so GOB felt… he wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it was almost the opposite of hungry. Like… he’d had enough of something. Which was weird, so he proceeded to do his best to ignore it.
About a half hour later, GOB realized he’d left an enormous pile of camping equipment lying around and they doubled back to the town.