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Player Information
Name: evren.
Age: 21
AIM SN: puretype (I don't use this!)
email: rufousmorph@gmail (also gchat)
Have you played in an LJ based game before? yes
Currrently Played Characters: n/a
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here!
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Princess Tutu
Canon Format: anime
Character's Name: Fakir
Character's Age: ~17
What form will your character's NV take? his writing pad. just old-fashioned swan quill and reed paper, now with a tiny mic and lens set into the wood.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities:
As Drosselmeyer's descendent, Fakir has the power to alter reality by writing stories that come true. His 'spinner' abilities aren't as powerful, though he can do small things like create a wind out of nowhere to help Ahiru fly. He suffers from a lot of writer's block, since reality can refuse to conform to what he wants to write, causing almost physical pain. Notably, Ahiru is something like a muse to him, and he has difficulties writing about anyone else. In canon, he can almost effortlessly spin a story to rescue her from Drosselmeyer or allow her to shine, literally, as a beacon of hope for Mytho to save Rue and defeat the raven.
Weapons: for the most part, he's cast away his sword. but he's still pretty skilled with it! even if he didn't have it with him, he'll be bringing the Lohengrin sword, though ofc the pen is mightier 8)
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: wiki
Point in Canon: post-canon
Character Personality:
Fakir doesn't really do first impressions very well. If you're an acquaintance, he probably calls you an idiot and doesn't even care. If you annoy him, he definitely lets you know it. And if you confront him about his assholish behavior, he'll totally shut the door right in your protesting face. He's abrasive and impulsive and you wouldn't like him when he's angry, which is practically his default state of being. He has a reputation of slapping even his closest friend if he's disobeyed, and would threaten a female classmate practically to tears. In his spare time, he probably kicks puppies and baby ducks...
Except not really. Surprisingly enough, he has a huge soft spot for animals, especially ducks. Even though he's rarely seen without a frown around other people, he lets down his guard enough to smile and feed bread to birds when he bumps into them. Despite his antisociality, even he needs a hug every once in a while... but good luck trying to get one from him if you're not small and cute and feathery. He's the kind of person who would attack an enemy when they're down, but save a helpless-looking animal from a carnivorous classmate in the locker room. It might not be very obvious at first, but he has a massive protective streak/complex that he takes very, very seriously.
This is partly because he's the reincarnation of a knight from a fairy tale, whose destiny is to protect a prince, Mytho, and die in the attempt. He struggles a lot with his role, to say the least. In the beginning of the show, he takes things to an extreme, reasoning that if he can stop the story from progressing, he could keep Mytho safe and, though he doesn't entirely realize it, delay his own fate. But since the plot hinges on the emotionless prince regaining his feelings and broken heart, Fakir tries to keep him a captive, helpless dummy in his possession, using both lock and key and verbal abuse and drastic brute force to do so. Eventually, he learns that he can't stop the plot from moving and that all he was doing was sealing away his friend's freedom in the dark. In the end, he accepts his knighthood, takes up the sword, faces his fear of death, and joins the heroine Princess Tutu to fight and protect Mytho from the crow princess, Kraehe.
According to the story, he was supposed to have been torn in half by the raven's claws, dying messily and pointlessly. But thanks to Edel, a puppet serving the fairy tale's author, he survives the battle and outlives his fate. Despite that, things start going downhill as he fails to protect Mytho from a corrupted shard of his heart. It takes a long time for him to realize his destiny as a knight, but it takes even longer for him to abandon that role and the story's expectations, and learn to save the people he cares for by using his own powers instead.
Fakir goes through a massive change of heart by the end of canon, thanks primarily to Ahiru, who plays the role of Princess Tutu. A lone-wolf kind of guy, his first instinct is to show no weakness, rely only on himself, and push people away. He only grudgingly accepts Tutu's help in protecting the prince at first, but through some wacky mishaps and awkward discoveries, he grows to regard her as a true friend. When he'd suffered an almost fatal wound from Princess Kraehe's attack, he puts his trust in Ahiru to defend Mytho in his absence. After he recovers from the battle, she's the one who persuades him that there's another way to fight, one that doesn't require a sword or the title of 'knight'. It's thanks to Ahiru that he learns to face his own trauma, humble himself, and control his temper... somewhat. He's getting there! Instead of punching people who annoy him in the face, he focuses his anger into determination: determination to protect Mytho, save Ahiru when she gets kidnapped by the story, be saved by her when he suffers the same, and fight to change the fairy tale's tragic ending and rewrite a happily ever after.
Character Plans: grump around and be grumpy at people... grumpily. also he likes to research mysteries, so I might think about having him join a faction and investigate, maybe.
Appearance/PB: pic!
Writing Samples
First Person Sample (voice)
An apartment? I told you, I'm not staying here. Wherever this place is. I'm going back to Kinkan Town. If you don't have directions then just get lost, I'll find the way out myse--
Ask the NV? You mean this? What kind of idiotic...
[ there's a pause and the rustling of paper, but when the irritated voice speaks again it's considerably clearer and skeptical-sounding of the muffled greeters in the background. well, it's worth a try. ]
This better not be a joke.
Third Person Sample
Somehow, he couldn't help but feel a little deja-vu. Sprawling on the ground, head aching and opening his eyes to a different place than he'd closed them... but the warm fire was missing, and he felt considerably less dying than he had the last time this happened. And instead of seeing his friends by his side, the concerned faces looking down at him were those of total strangers. He blinked, sat straight up, and banged the top of his head right into--
"Agh!"
What even... he could barely hear the hasty apology of the greeter over the ringing pain in his ears. Holding back curses and the overwhelming urge to punch the idiot in the face, he turned his attention to the object he'd smashed his head into and just. Stared for a moment.
The Lohengrin sword. Where did that come from? Well, it was true that it belonged to him, as the greeter guessed, offering it out. He thought he'd lost it in the fight with Mytho. It felt like forever ago. How did it show up here? But he numbly accepted it, the familiar weight of the weapon and the familiar leather of the sheath. At least he hit his head on the flat of the blade.
Still, there was obviously something strange was going on.
... But maybe he could worry about the sword and the annoying buzzing in his head later.
Priorities. Wherever this was, he didn't belong here and he should be heading back to Kinkan Town. He'd be late for school, and for feeding the ducks at the lake. That is, one duck in particular. Still wincing at the headache--both the buzzing and the self-inflicted one--he stood up, unconsciously tightening his grip on the sword. Fine, he'd ask for directions. And then get out of here. Maybe stop at a bakery on the way home for bread. No big deal, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Time to get going.
REVISIONS...
canon ability.
At first, he'd definitely try to use his writing to find a way out of the city. Obviously, this won't work. Similarly to how he struggled at first to write Ahiru out of Drosselmeyer's story, he wouldn't be able to write a single word and nothing would come true.
He wouldn't really use his powers very much if at all otherwise. Drosselmeyer, who wrote the fairy tale that governed their lives, is actually a huge reason why. After realizing how Drosselmeyer abused his power to create tragedy and control people like puppets, Fakir is determined not to follow in his ancestor's path... especially after Drosselmeyer manipulated him and nearly made him write Ahiru into committing suicide.
He tried only once to use his writing to control someone, to make a mob of ravens stop attacking Ahiru, but this fails. He wouldn't consider manipulating anyone again, unless it was a life-or-death situation, and in that case he probably wouldn't be able to succeed anyway. It's likely that he'll write to help protect Ahiru from monsters if he finds out she goes out at night. Of course he'd try to stop her from doing that first so writing's just a backup if he doesn't succeed. Which he probably won't 8|
... Otherwise he might write small harmless things such as maybe making it a nice sunny day for Ahiru's birthday if it was supposed to rain. Or something like that! Which I am using for my sample because haha I can't think of anything else. Anyway the reality-warping would be non-invasive and have to be Ahiru-related in some way. He might be able to write about other people if he becomes good friends with them, eventually. Very eventually.
sample.
This was stupid. She was stupid. Ducks didn't even have birthdays. Hatching days? Whatever they were... maybe they had them, technically, but they probably didn't celebrate them the way humans did. But, then again, that was probably why she wanted to so badly.
It wasn't going to be anything fancy, just a picnic in the park. She'd bring some extra bread with her cake to feed the birds. He'd come with her just to make sure she didn't trip and fall in the lake and drown, and also because she'd made such a ridiculous face when he hesitated in saying yes. It'd be fun, she said. It'd be moronic, he wanted to say, but he didn't mean it and held his tongue at her hopeful look and just mentally gave up. It could be worse.
For example, it could be raining.
Like it was, coincidentally enough, scheduled to be tomorrow.
The storm clouds had been gathering all day. He'd been watching her face fall with every passing hour until she was practically wilting by the evening, when sunset came with the sound of thunder. It wasn't as if they couldn't postpone it. There were plenty of other days they could go have a picnic and feed the ducks. Or they could just eat the cake indoors. But no matter how many excuses he had prepared, he couldn't seem to say anything out loud to the disappointed look on her face. And for once she couldn't really complain to him, either. It wasn't as if he was in charge of the weather.
Although...
He didn't write too often since he'd rewritten Drosselmeyer's tragedy. People had enough of being controlled by stories and he didn't see a reason to interfere. If he had this power, he had to be responsible with it. If he was going to write, it was to make sure a story had a happy ending.
Especially if it was a story like hers. He waited until she was asleep to take pen to paper again. He'd never admit it to her face but, after everything, she deserved at least one sunny, perfect day.
Name: evren.
Age: 21
AIM SN: puretype (I don't use this!)
email: rufousmorph@gmail (also gchat)
Have you played in an LJ based game before? yes
Currrently Played Characters: n/a
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: here!
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Princess Tutu
Canon Format: anime
Character's Name: Fakir
Character's Age: ~17
What form will your character's NV take? his writing pad. just old-fashioned swan quill and reed paper, now with a tiny mic and lens set into the wood.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities:
As Drosselmeyer's descendent, Fakir has the power to alter reality by writing stories that come true. His 'spinner' abilities aren't as powerful, though he can do small things like create a wind out of nowhere to help Ahiru fly. He suffers from a lot of writer's block, since reality can refuse to conform to what he wants to write, causing almost physical pain. Notably, Ahiru is something like a muse to him, and he has difficulties writing about anyone else. In canon, he can almost effortlessly spin a story to rescue her from Drosselmeyer or allow her to shine, literally, as a beacon of hope for Mytho to save Rue and defeat the raven.
Weapons: for the most part, he's cast away his sword. but he's still pretty skilled with it! even if he didn't have it with him, he'll be bringing the Lohengrin sword, though ofc the pen is mightier 8)
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: wiki
Point in Canon: post-canon
Character Personality:
Fakir doesn't really do first impressions very well. If you're an acquaintance, he probably calls you an idiot and doesn't even care. If you annoy him, he definitely lets you know it. And if you confront him about his assholish behavior, he'll totally shut the door right in your protesting face. He's abrasive and impulsive and you wouldn't like him when he's angry, which is practically his default state of being. He has a reputation of slapping even his closest friend if he's disobeyed, and would threaten a female classmate practically to tears. In his spare time, he probably kicks puppies and baby ducks...
Except not really. Surprisingly enough, he has a huge soft spot for animals, especially ducks. Even though he's rarely seen without a frown around other people, he lets down his guard enough to smile and feed bread to birds when he bumps into them. Despite his antisociality, even he needs a hug every once in a while... but good luck trying to get one from him if you're not small and cute and feathery. He's the kind of person who would attack an enemy when they're down, but save a helpless-looking animal from a carnivorous classmate in the locker room. It might not be very obvious at first, but he has a massive protective streak/complex that he takes very, very seriously.
This is partly because he's the reincarnation of a knight from a fairy tale, whose destiny is to protect a prince, Mytho, and die in the attempt. He struggles a lot with his role, to say the least. In the beginning of the show, he takes things to an extreme, reasoning that if he can stop the story from progressing, he could keep Mytho safe and, though he doesn't entirely realize it, delay his own fate. But since the plot hinges on the emotionless prince regaining his feelings and broken heart, Fakir tries to keep him a captive, helpless dummy in his possession, using both lock and key and verbal abuse and drastic brute force to do so. Eventually, he learns that he can't stop the plot from moving and that all he was doing was sealing away his friend's freedom in the dark. In the end, he accepts his knighthood, takes up the sword, faces his fear of death, and joins the heroine Princess Tutu to fight and protect Mytho from the crow princess, Kraehe.
According to the story, he was supposed to have been torn in half by the raven's claws, dying messily and pointlessly. But thanks to Edel, a puppet serving the fairy tale's author, he survives the battle and outlives his fate. Despite that, things start going downhill as he fails to protect Mytho from a corrupted shard of his heart. It takes a long time for him to realize his destiny as a knight, but it takes even longer for him to abandon that role and the story's expectations, and learn to save the people he cares for by using his own powers instead.
Fakir goes through a massive change of heart by the end of canon, thanks primarily to Ahiru, who plays the role of Princess Tutu. A lone-wolf kind of guy, his first instinct is to show no weakness, rely only on himself, and push people away. He only grudgingly accepts Tutu's help in protecting the prince at first, but through some wacky mishaps and awkward discoveries, he grows to regard her as a true friend. When he'd suffered an almost fatal wound from Princess Kraehe's attack, he puts his trust in Ahiru to defend Mytho in his absence. After he recovers from the battle, she's the one who persuades him that there's another way to fight, one that doesn't require a sword or the title of 'knight'. It's thanks to Ahiru that he learns to face his own trauma, humble himself, and control his temper... somewhat. He's getting there! Instead of punching people who annoy him in the face, he focuses his anger into determination: determination to protect Mytho, save Ahiru when she gets kidnapped by the story, be saved by her when he suffers the same, and fight to change the fairy tale's tragic ending and rewrite a happily ever after.
Character Plans: grump around and be grumpy at people... grumpily. also he likes to research mysteries, so I might think about having him join a faction and investigate, maybe.
Appearance/PB: pic!
Writing Samples
First Person Sample (voice)
An apartment? I told you, I'm not staying here. Wherever this place is. I'm going back to Kinkan Town. If you don't have directions then just get lost, I'll find the way out myse--
Ask the NV? You mean this? What kind of idiotic...
[ there's a pause and the rustling of paper, but when the irritated voice speaks again it's considerably clearer and skeptical-sounding of the muffled greeters in the background. well, it's worth a try. ]
This better not be a joke.
Third Person Sample
Somehow, he couldn't help but feel a little deja-vu. Sprawling on the ground, head aching and opening his eyes to a different place than he'd closed them... but the warm fire was missing, and he felt considerably less dying than he had the last time this happened. And instead of seeing his friends by his side, the concerned faces looking down at him were those of total strangers. He blinked, sat straight up, and banged the top of his head right into--
"Agh!"
What even... he could barely hear the hasty apology of the greeter over the ringing pain in his ears. Holding back curses and the overwhelming urge to punch the idiot in the face, he turned his attention to the object he'd smashed his head into and just. Stared for a moment.
The Lohengrin sword. Where did that come from? Well, it was true that it belonged to him, as the greeter guessed, offering it out. He thought he'd lost it in the fight with Mytho. It felt like forever ago. How did it show up here? But he numbly accepted it, the familiar weight of the weapon and the familiar leather of the sheath. At least he hit his head on the flat of the blade.
Still, there was obviously something strange was going on.
... But maybe he could worry about the sword and the annoying buzzing in his head later.
Priorities. Wherever this was, he didn't belong here and he should be heading back to Kinkan Town. He'd be late for school, and for feeding the ducks at the lake. That is, one duck in particular. Still wincing at the headache--both the buzzing and the self-inflicted one--he stood up, unconsciously tightening his grip on the sword. Fine, he'd ask for directions. And then get out of here. Maybe stop at a bakery on the way home for bread. No big deal, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Time to get going.
REVISIONS...
canon ability.
At first, he'd definitely try to use his writing to find a way out of the city. Obviously, this won't work. Similarly to how he struggled at first to write Ahiru out of Drosselmeyer's story, he wouldn't be able to write a single word and nothing would come true.
He wouldn't really use his powers very much if at all otherwise. Drosselmeyer, who wrote the fairy tale that governed their lives, is actually a huge reason why. After realizing how Drosselmeyer abused his power to create tragedy and control people like puppets, Fakir is determined not to follow in his ancestor's path... especially after Drosselmeyer manipulated him and nearly made him write Ahiru into committing suicide.
He tried only once to use his writing to control someone, to make a mob of ravens stop attacking Ahiru, but this fails. He wouldn't consider manipulating anyone again, unless it was a life-or-death situation, and in that case he probably wouldn't be able to succeed anyway. It's likely that he'll write to help protect Ahiru from monsters if he finds out she goes out at night. Of course he'd try to stop her from doing that first so writing's just a backup if he doesn't succeed. Which he probably won't 8|
... Otherwise he might write small harmless things such as maybe making it a nice sunny day for Ahiru's birthday if it was supposed to rain. Or something like that! Which I am using for my sample because haha I can't think of anything else. Anyway the reality-warping would be non-invasive and have to be Ahiru-related in some way. He might be able to write about other people if he becomes good friends with them, eventually. Very eventually.
sample.
This was stupid. She was stupid. Ducks didn't even have birthdays. Hatching days? Whatever they were... maybe they had them, technically, but they probably didn't celebrate them the way humans did. But, then again, that was probably why she wanted to so badly.
It wasn't going to be anything fancy, just a picnic in the park. She'd bring some extra bread with her cake to feed the birds. He'd come with her just to make sure she didn't trip and fall in the lake and drown, and also because she'd made such a ridiculous face when he hesitated in saying yes. It'd be fun, she said. It'd be moronic, he wanted to say, but he didn't mean it and held his tongue at her hopeful look and just mentally gave up. It could be worse.
For example, it could be raining.
Like it was, coincidentally enough, scheduled to be tomorrow.
The storm clouds had been gathering all day. He'd been watching her face fall with every passing hour until she was practically wilting by the evening, when sunset came with the sound of thunder. It wasn't as if they couldn't postpone it. There were plenty of other days they could go have a picnic and feed the ducks. Or they could just eat the cake indoors. But no matter how many excuses he had prepared, he couldn't seem to say anything out loud to the disappointed look on her face. And for once she couldn't really complain to him, either. It wasn't as if he was in charge of the weather.
Although...
He didn't write too often since he'd rewritten Drosselmeyer's tragedy. People had enough of being controlled by stories and he didn't see a reason to interfere. If he had this power, he had to be responsible with it. If he was going to write, it was to make sure a story had a happy ending.
Especially if it was a story like hers. He waited until she was asleep to take pen to paper again. He'd never admit it to her face but, after everything, she deserved at least one sunny, perfect day.