I dunno how many other games do things this way (none of the games I've ever been in except one), so here's the deal:
It's kinda unfair for a mod to accept other mods' applications (EVEN MORESO SINCE I'M THE ONLY MOD HERE FOR THE TIMEBEING, AMIRITE?), so instead of being totally lame and trying to claim I'm being totally unbiased by accepting my own app, I'm gonna let you guys decide whether or not its good enough to be accepted. |Db
So yeah, if y'all could take a couple of minutes to read it over and gimme a yea or nay or GTFO or whatever, I'd appreciate it. |D
Player Info Name: Flik LJ/IJ/other: linen_tartaruga Contact Info: FullMetal FLIK
Character Info Fandom: Disney's Beauty and the Beast Version: Original Name: Chip Potts Age: 10 City of Residence: Gotham City Background: You wouldn't think that most ten year olds would have much of a background to begin with but, then again, most ten year olds aren't supporting characters in a major Disney animated feature film.
Chip's parents, Mrs. Potts and a man who would later become known as "Oven," were servants in a palace mostly hidden away the woods of France during a vaguely Medieval-ish type period. While they were first servants to his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Potts' responsibilities were shifted to their son, the prince, when they both died. The prince was, for all intents and purposes, raised by his servants, but he probably would have come out completely, utterly, and disgustingly spoiled anyway.
Of course Chip is too young to remember any of this. Mostly what he remembers is running around the castle being a kid and being scolded for it, lest he anger the prince. What he does remember (sort of, kind of, in that vague way kids remember important things) was the day when he was five years old that he was turned into a teacup. That's right. A teacup. He hadn't been there when the old lady had come to the door, but he'd heard his mother and some of the other older servants talking about it with the prince. Or, well, it sounded like arguing, really, but Mrs. Potts had insisted that they would never raise their voice to the prince so it couldn't have been, right?
Anyway, the gist of it was that an old lady had come to castle for someplace to stay and, when the prince turned her away, had turned everyone in the castle into . . . well, things. Except for the prince, who she turned into a beast. And there was also a rose, a really pretty rose that glowed and floated and that Chip had learned pretty quickly not to go near. There was something important about it and everyone in the castle seemed to get worried every time they noticed that it had bloomed more. Also there was something about the prince's twenty-first birthday that something bad was supposed to happen, so all of the prince's birthdays after that became bad things. Also apparently if the prince met a girl and they both liked each other a whole lot then the prince and Chip and everyone in the castle would be turned back to normal!
That's what Chip had figured out over the course of the five years leading up to the prince's twenty-first birthday anyway. Mostly the information was pieced together from conversations he'd overheard between the other servants since none of them would really talk to him about the situation; it wasn't something a child needed to be worried about, after all. But, then again, Chip was one of the first ones to see her when Belle wandered into the castle looking for her father, who'd wandered into the castle a few nights before and been locked up by the prince.
The prince let Belle's father go and kept her in his place, only in a room and not in the dungeons and after that things sort of happened kind of fast. Belle wouldn't eat dinner with the prince, but came down looking for something to eat later that night. They all organized a little dinner and show for her and then Cogsworth and Lumiere had taken her off to show her the rest of the castle while Chip helped Mrs. Potts and the rest of the dinnerware clean up. Of course he couldn't know that Belle would sneak into the forbidden west wing and be chased out of the castle by the prince only to be rescued by him when she was attacked by the same pack of wolves that had attacked her father.
Mostly because, by the time that all happened, Chip had been sent off to bed and hadn't noticed that glowing dimensional rip that opened up between him and the cupboard.
Personality: Being young and having spent the most recent half of his life as an enchanted teacup in an enchanted castle, surrounded by other enchanted objects has left Chip with probably one of the most unrealistic views of the world in the history of ever. There isn't a lot that can shock, scare, or even worry him and he sees most every situation as an opportunity for fun, adventure, or both. The only things that ever really bother him are when he notices other people are sad or, more directly, when someone he's come to like ends up leaving, mostly because it's so rarely happened to him.
There aren't too many people that he doesn't get along with and there probably is no surefire way to get him to not try and be friends with you. He's cheerful, chipper, fun-loving, and everything else you'd expect from a kid with an extra little helping of not really having a developed sense of self-preservation. Big guys with violent tempers? No problem, he's small enough to be able to avoid them when they're in a really bad mood. Angry mob? Well they're just a bunch of meanies and they'll probably go away once the old people take care of them.
The only true evil in the world? Bath time. Those dish rags are scratchy, y'know. :\
Powers: Being a fine china teacup, Chip ages as a fine china teacup would, not a ten year old boy. Weaknesses: Not dishwasher or microwave safe. :|b Journal Sample: ((Typos intentional, the poor kid has to hop around on the keyboard to type, after all! Also he has issues hitting the shift key. Having no limbs can do that to a person. Don't worry, I promise his posts will be mostly voice posts to save you all the pain of trying to translate.))
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RP Sample: You'd think that it would be normal for a teacup to find itself filled with hot tea on a cold winter's day with a snarky kindly old British gentleman warming himself by the fire with no previous memory of how it got there. But where would the fun be in that?
See, this particular teacup just happened to be ticklish (surely an affront to teacups everywhere) and the snarky kindly old British gentleman's little mustache didn't really help, so he squirmed and squirmed until he finally woke up with a porcelain-cracking jaw-snapping yawn that startled the poor old British gentleman so much that he nearly dropped the poor teacup. Who, upon finally waking up, stared up at him, looked around the room they were in, then stared up at him some more. He seemed confused about something and, well, so did the poor old British gentleman.
"Hey," the teacup said, "you're not Belle."
The poor old British gentleman shook his head.
The little teacup seemed to consider this hard, as if he still trying to make sure that the somewhat balding, mustachioed man in front of him wasn't really the young, wide-eyed girl with the long brown hair he'd met just yesterday. Once he was apparently satisfied, he turned to take a look at the room again.
"This room wasn't in the castle before."
Another headshake from not-Belle.
The little teacup seemed to be worried about something and, well, not-Belle couldn't really blame him, being a little concerned about what was going on himself. But, well, the least that he could do was give the poor little teacup some sense of placement, right?
So he cleared his throat, "My name is Alfred Pennyworth, and this is my room in Wayne Manor."
The little teacup turned back to him and gave him a big smile, "Hi, Alfred! I'm Chip!"
And thus teatime in Wayne Manor became a little more interesting.
ETA: Oh hey, never saved the word doc after finishing the personality, go me. Fixed now!