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→ Name: Saria
→ Age: 24
→ Personal Livejournal/Dreamwidth: sagesaria
→ E-mail: sagesaria9475@gmail.com
→ IM/Plurk: sagesaria9475/sagesaria
→ Other Characters in Game: Iron Liz, Fugen Shinjin
→ Character Information ←
→ Character Name: Scout (RED team) AKA "Scoot"
→ Canon: Team Fortress 2
→ Canon Point: T-TF2 doesn't exactly have a storyline past the basic "You are red or blue, go kill the other color" lol.
→ Personality: The Scout is, putting it lightly, a jackass. He is crass, he is rude, he is loud and he is obnoxious. He is happiest in the midst of action and loves a good scrap; he will find any and every reason to pick a fight with or talk sass to somebody, and well never back down from a fight once he challenges someone or is challenged. He is extremely cocky and will badmouth his enemy to hell and back, throwing insults and egging his opponent on the whole time. He won't necessarily hit a girl, though, unless they suddenly prove to be more trouble than avoid the fight is worth.
However, for all his big talk and his impressive skills, the Scout isn't really the post intimidating person in the world and tends to come off more annoying than threatening. He's scrawny and not very strong, which tends to get him hurt in more ways than one. Being the youngest of eight lends to a need to boast himself and make himself look bigger. But he truly believes, for some odd reason, that he really is all that and a bag of chips, and proving him wrong on that front, either by kicking his ass or insulting him, is a mortal wound to his pride that will cause him to retaliate violently.
The Scout is not the smartest person you'll ever meet, quite the contrary, really. He doesn't like to think any harder than necessary, which as far as he's concerned it's rarely necessary. Needless to say, he is not one for strategy in any stretch of the imagination. He much prefers to just jump right to business and get crap done,so he always acts before thinking, which tends to get him in trouble.
He has one major emotional weakness; he is a big mama's boy. She was really the only one there for him growing up, even as she was very strict and even a little high-strung. For all his faults, he loves his mother and tends to let her walk all over him; what he lacks in intimidation she DEFINITELY makes up for. He will go out of his way to protect her, and if you insult her in front of him, be ready for a world of hurt. Though he won't say it out loud, he does carry a shred of guilt for his past deliquency, and in the end he really wants to make her proud of him.
Other than all that, Scout is your average all-American teenage boy. He likes hot dogs and tacos, plays baseball, reads girly mags and Superman comic books, badmouths the rest of the world, and has no idea how to approach girls in a way that doesn't get him kicked in the nuts. His team also seems to think that he's gay, much to his dismay. But he totally loves boobs. Totally.
→ History:The Scout was a baby boomer born into a large Bostonian family with his bossy, stressed ma and seven older brothers in 1949. He never knew his deadbeat father, and it was even suspected that he had a completely different deadbeat father from his brothers'. As the runt of the litter, he was picked on constantly and was outnumbered, outsized, and outrun if he tried to fight back. He also could never seem to join in a scrap with the others when the target wasn't him; it was all over before he could even get in to throw a punch. At a young age, he started training himself to run. He ran everywhere he could, to get a head start before his siblings' got to him, and to get the first shot at the fights. He soon became one of the fastest runners in the world, which made him a shoe-in for baseball teams, a passion that gripped his life from the day he was born but had never had the chance to participate in until then.
But having an outlet in sports didn't drain enough of his boundless energy to keep him out of trouble. He was a delinquent all through middle school and high school, and ultimately a particularly nasty fight in his senior year, which he killed his opponent, got him arrested. Due to his age and the growing fears of the cold war, Scout was sentenced to do time in military school. There he was taught how to use guns and how to hone his skills into a more civilized method of combat. Not that he paid attention to the latter.
His talent for running, his new found knowledge of weaponry, and his criminal record were probably what caught the eye of Reliable Excavation Demolition, or RED, who was currently in a battle for land rights with BLU (Builder's League United) and apparently decided that the best way to resolve the issue was to send other people to fight to the death in their name. When Scout turned eighteen, he was hired by RED to fight their battle alongside eight others as the team's, well, scout. And it turned out that he fit right in as the others on his team were just as big a bunch of assholes as he was. Oh, and BLU's Spy is sleeping with his mother. That's also a good motivator to kick major ass.
Note: All of the Scout's canon profile states that he is from Boston, youngest of eight, and taught himself to run in order to have a go in fights. His mother is also established by a line in the game, and a callendar in-game states that it takes place in June 1968. Everything else is headcanon, and it's assumed that since Meet the Spy established that RED Spy was with BLU Scout's ma, the opposite is also true.
→ Abilities: The Scout is fast. Really fast. Not superhumanly fast, but pretty mind-bogglingly fast. He can also jump pretty damn high, and somehow get even higher in midair! What the heck man! And if that wasn't enough, he tends to indulge in an energy drink called BONK that makes him run even faster with a few seconds of invincibility to go with it. Drink or no drink, he takes full advantage of his speed; if there's anything he's good at in this world, it's the hit-and-run. Or dodging. He's also adept with guns, preferably pistols and shotguns, and his love of baseball has made him a good shot with both a ball and a bat.
→ Strengths: fast, nimble, protective of his family (his mother), confident, good team player (to a degree)
→ Weaknesses: temperamental, jumpy, cocky, rash, boastful, tends to think with his dick, physically fragile
→ First Person Sample: [There's a lot of rustling, and some incoherent muttering.]
-w do you use this thing? Hello? Hello?! Yo, anybody listenin'? This is the Scout! Anybody wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on? I just woke up from a nap and some crackpot doctors are tellin' me that my life is a lie like I'm in some kinda bad movie?
This is BLU's work, ain't it. Or Announcer-lady, you behind this? Tryin' ta trip me up and mess with my head, right? What're you workin' with that Aperture Science place now? Well I got news for you, pal, I am the RED Scout, and no no-name losers gonna tell me what I'm doin' with my life! I'll be back, suckers, and you better run, 'cause I will own you all!
→ Third Person Sample: Ok, so maybe this wasn't the best week for the Scout. Whatever bull the doctors were dipping into, apparently the whole city was on it too, because nobody else Scout talked to knew anything about RED, BLU, or even how to get back to Boston. They all called him by that new stupid name, and seemed to look at him rather apprehensively when he walked by. Not that he wasn't used to being intimidating to people, why wouldn't he be? But when all he wanted was to just get home, the dirty looks weren't helping his mood.
And now on top of everything else, he was finding it difficult to run. This had to be about half of his best speed, and that just was not acceptable. He was off his game and he needed to jump back into it FAST.
He tried convincing himself that this was just an off week. If he really had been in a coma for a few months or whatever then he must just be out of shape. He just needed a few days of jogging and he'd be back to his old Scout self, good as new.
In theory, anyway. Day six of running in the park and he still wasn't picking up the pace. He wasn't even winded on his fourth lap around, but something still wasn't right. Somehow he just couldn't convince his legs to go faster, no matter how hard he tried, as if this really WAS suddenly his top speed now. It was like one of those nightmares where you're being chased and suddenly can't convince your legs to move. He just didn't understand it...after six days something MUST have improved, even just a little. But no.
He glared at the elderly couple that passed him on the sidewalk, and finally slowed down to a walk, kicking a nearby trashcan over with a loud BANG before stalking off, ignoring the startled patrons that stared at him for the outburst. Maybe he should at least get some caffeine into his system...there was a drink stand around here somewhere, right?
→ Password: [CENSORED]
→ Name: Saria
→ Age: 24
→ Personal Livejournal/Dreamwidth: sagesaria
→ E-mail: sagesaria9475@gmail.com
→ IM/Plurk: sagesaria9475/sagesaria
→ Other Characters in Game: Iron Liz, Fugen Shinjin
→ Character Information ←
→ Character Name: Scout (RED team) AKA "Scoot"
→ Canon: Team Fortress 2
→ Canon Point: T-TF2 doesn't exactly have a storyline past the basic "You are red or blue, go kill the other color" lol.
→ Personality: The Scout is, putting it lightly, a jackass. He is crass, he is rude, he is loud and he is obnoxious. He is happiest in the midst of action and loves a good scrap; he will find any and every reason to pick a fight with or talk sass to somebody, and well never back down from a fight once he challenges someone or is challenged. He is extremely cocky and will badmouth his enemy to hell and back, throwing insults and egging his opponent on the whole time. He won't necessarily hit a girl, though, unless they suddenly prove to be more trouble than avoid the fight is worth.
However, for all his big talk and his impressive skills, the Scout isn't really the post intimidating person in the world and tends to come off more annoying than threatening. He's scrawny and not very strong, which tends to get him hurt in more ways than one. Being the youngest of eight lends to a need to boast himself and make himself look bigger. But he truly believes, for some odd reason, that he really is all that and a bag of chips, and proving him wrong on that front, either by kicking his ass or insulting him, is a mortal wound to his pride that will cause him to retaliate violently.
The Scout is not the smartest person you'll ever meet, quite the contrary, really. He doesn't like to think any harder than necessary, which as far as he's concerned it's rarely necessary. Needless to say, he is not one for strategy in any stretch of the imagination. He much prefers to just jump right to business and get crap done,so he always acts before thinking, which tends to get him in trouble.
He has one major emotional weakness; he is a big mama's boy. She was really the only one there for him growing up, even as she was very strict and even a little high-strung. For all his faults, he loves his mother and tends to let her walk all over him; what he lacks in intimidation she DEFINITELY makes up for. He will go out of his way to protect her, and if you insult her in front of him, be ready for a world of hurt. Though he won't say it out loud, he does carry a shred of guilt for his past deliquency, and in the end he really wants to make her proud of him.
Other than all that, Scout is your average all-American teenage boy. He likes hot dogs and tacos, plays baseball, reads girly mags and Superman comic books, badmouths the rest of the world, and has no idea how to approach girls in a way that doesn't get him kicked in the nuts. His team also seems to think that he's gay, much to his dismay. But he totally loves boobs. Totally.
→ History:The Scout was a baby boomer born into a large Bostonian family with his bossy, stressed ma and seven older brothers in 1949. He never knew his deadbeat father, and it was even suspected that he had a completely different deadbeat father from his brothers'. As the runt of the litter, he was picked on constantly and was outnumbered, outsized, and outrun if he tried to fight back. He also could never seem to join in a scrap with the others when the target wasn't him; it was all over before he could even get in to throw a punch. At a young age, he started training himself to run. He ran everywhere he could, to get a head start before his siblings' got to him, and to get the first shot at the fights. He soon became one of the fastest runners in the world, which made him a shoe-in for baseball teams, a passion that gripped his life from the day he was born but had never had the chance to participate in until then.
But having an outlet in sports didn't drain enough of his boundless energy to keep him out of trouble. He was a delinquent all through middle school and high school, and ultimately a particularly nasty fight in his senior year, which he killed his opponent, got him arrested. Due to his age and the growing fears of the cold war, Scout was sentenced to do time in military school. There he was taught how to use guns and how to hone his skills into a more civilized method of combat. Not that he paid attention to the latter.
His talent for running, his new found knowledge of weaponry, and his criminal record were probably what caught the eye of Reliable Excavation Demolition, or RED, who was currently in a battle for land rights with BLU (Builder's League United) and apparently decided that the best way to resolve the issue was to send other people to fight to the death in their name. When Scout turned eighteen, he was hired by RED to fight their battle alongside eight others as the team's, well, scout. And it turned out that he fit right in as the others on his team were just as big a bunch of assholes as he was. Oh, and BLU's Spy is sleeping with his mother. That's also a good motivator to kick major ass.
Note: All of the Scout's canon profile states that he is from Boston, youngest of eight, and taught himself to run in order to have a go in fights. His mother is also established by a line in the game, and a callendar in-game states that it takes place in June 1968. Everything else is headcanon, and it's assumed that since Meet the Spy established that RED Spy was with BLU Scout's ma, the opposite is also true.
→ Abilities: The Scout is fast. Really fast. Not superhumanly fast, but pretty mind-bogglingly fast. He can also jump pretty damn high, and somehow get even higher in midair! What the heck man! And if that wasn't enough, he tends to indulge in an energy drink called BONK that makes him run even faster with a few seconds of invincibility to go with it. Drink or no drink, he takes full advantage of his speed; if there's anything he's good at in this world, it's the hit-and-run. Or dodging. He's also adept with guns, preferably pistols and shotguns, and his love of baseball has made him a good shot with both a ball and a bat.
→ Strengths: fast, nimble, protective of his family (his mother), confident, good team player (to a degree)
→ Weaknesses: temperamental, jumpy, cocky, rash, boastful, tends to think with his dick, physically fragile
→ First Person Sample: [There's a lot of rustling, and some incoherent muttering.]
-w do you use this thing? Hello? Hello?! Yo, anybody listenin'? This is the Scout! Anybody wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on? I just woke up from a nap and some crackpot doctors are tellin' me that my life is a lie like I'm in some kinda bad movie?
This is BLU's work, ain't it. Or Announcer-lady, you behind this? Tryin' ta trip me up and mess with my head, right? What're you workin' with that Aperture Science place now? Well I got news for you, pal, I am the RED Scout, and no no-name losers gonna tell me what I'm doin' with my life! I'll be back, suckers, and you better run, 'cause I will own you all!
→ Third Person Sample: Ok, so maybe this wasn't the best week for the Scout. Whatever bull the doctors were dipping into, apparently the whole city was on it too, because nobody else Scout talked to knew anything about RED, BLU, or even how to get back to Boston. They all called him by that new stupid name, and seemed to look at him rather apprehensively when he walked by. Not that he wasn't used to being intimidating to people, why wouldn't he be? But when all he wanted was to just get home, the dirty looks weren't helping his mood.
And now on top of everything else, he was finding it difficult to run. This had to be about half of his best speed, and that just was not acceptable. He was off his game and he needed to jump back into it FAST.
He tried convincing himself that this was just an off week. If he really had been in a coma for a few months or whatever then he must just be out of shape. He just needed a few days of jogging and he'd be back to his old Scout self, good as new.
In theory, anyway. Day six of running in the park and he still wasn't picking up the pace. He wasn't even winded on his fourth lap around, but something still wasn't right. Somehow he just couldn't convince his legs to go faster, no matter how hard he tried, as if this really WAS suddenly his top speed now. It was like one of those nightmares where you're being chased and suddenly can't convince your legs to move. He just didn't understand it...after six days something MUST have improved, even just a little. But no.
He glared at the elderly couple that passed him on the sidewalk, and finally slowed down to a walk, kicking a nearby trashcan over with a loud BANG before stalking off, ignoring the startled patrons that stared at him for the outburst. Maybe he should at least get some caffeine into his system...there was a drink stand around here somewhere, right?
→ Password: [CENSORED]
