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brokethecycle) wrote2013-07-17 11:16 pm
brokethecycle) wrote2013-07-17 11:16 pm
Half-Blood Hill
PLAYER
Name: Jami
Personal Journal: thegogglesdonothing
Plurk: golgothas
Time Zone: EST
Email: wudaistarwind@gmail.com
Messenger: AIM: Jamadadayo
Previous Characters: John Egbert, Zulf
Munhead/Musebox: NA
CHARACTER
Name: Norman Babcock
Canon: ParaNorman
Age: 11
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Demigod. Son of Melinoe (UNCLAIMED)
Demigod abilities: Norman is able to speak and commune with the dead. So far that's as far as his abilities go.
With a lot of work and practice, he should be able to do other things like raising the dead and (to take a cue from his mother) manipulate his appearance to mirror another person's memory.
Ghost powers aside, Norman is just as a whole a lot more durable than a mortal kid his age.
Personality:
Norman likes being under the radar. He doesn't like sticking out and being noticed, because that usually means negative attention on him. His entire modus operandi is to make it through with as little confrontation or social interaction as possible. The unfortunate truth of it all is that, in his town, blending in is impossible. It's sort of an inescapable reality to a kid born with the gift of speaking to the dead. It doesn't make you all that popular in school. Or at home. Or anywhere, really. Alienated by most of his town? Yep. Treated as a troubled child by his family? Check. Fiercely bullied at school? You bet.
However, in spite of that, Norman never treats himself like a victim. He doesn't cry about the way things are. Sure, he laments that he never asked to be born the way he was but does he try to deny his gifts? Hell no. He knows that he isn't normal and he has no intentions of trying to pretend otherwise. Even if all he wants, is to duck his head and get through it the best he can, he doesn't try to change himself to suit others. Unfortunately this attitude has led Norman to becoming a loner. Until recently, he saw no real need to make friends, feeling that once they get to know him, they'd just think he was a freak anyway. As such he's come to be very comfortable on his own, and prefers to just rely on himself.
Of course its a little different when he talks to ghosts. Where Norman shuts himself off to the living, to the dead he's perfectly cheerful and friendly. Going so far as to help his town ghosts with any little task they might ask of him. He knows this doesn't make his case better for the living, but the bottom line is that he doesn't care. Time and again, Norman's learned to value the company of the dead over the living.
But despite what seems like hostility and distrust, he does cares about other people and he has a strong moral sense of right and wrong. Even people he doesn't like all that much, he'd never purposely harm, and even go so far to help in a dire situation. Given the opportunity to really show his stuff, Norman can also be very brave and determined, willing to risk his life for what has to be done. His sense of duty is also very strong and once he sets out to do something, he takes it very seriously. Really underneath that anti-social facade he puts up, Norman is just a lonely kid who's had to put up with a lot of pain simply for just being who he is. He's a tough kid who can take a lot of shit, and he never should have had to.
In Half-Blood Hill, Norman hasn't gone anywhere near to achieving his post-movie development. He's still very wary of other people and can come off very prickly at first. Once he's been at camp for a while and he actually starts to make friends, he will start to open up. He can be a very sweet and friendly kid once he's given a reason to, and all he really wants is some place where he doesn't feel he's going to be punished for being himself.
Of course Norman opening up and being friendly should never be mistaken for Norman being a push over. He's stubborn and blunt, and he will tell you when you've done something stupid. He has a sarcastic streak, and can be terribly full of sass when he wants to be- which is often. He'll listen to authority, but when its other people- specifically teenagers or just jerks, he will tell you what for while probably making jabs at your intelligence. ("Oh god they're gonna eat our brains!!" "I think you'll be fine.")
AU History:
This story begins with an affair.
Let's be real. All of these stories kind of begin with an affair, that's like the whole premise of this canon. Anyway, Perry Babcock was not a guy who could shake easily. However, the death of his first wife would definitely be the thing to do it. It was in those vulnerable moments he was met with the Goddess of ghosts, though he did not really know who she was at the time, because he appeared to him as non-other than his late wife.
The fling only lasted a night and for whatever reason, when Perry woke up the next morning, he didn't find his wife, but instead a child. A gift perhaps? Maybe the normally vengeful Goddess was feeling sympathetic for once? Or maybe this was just apart of some elaborate way to haunt him, as she was want to do. Perry had no idea, but he guessed he had a son now.
It wasn't too long after that, that Perry met Sandra and the two of them got married. Sandra had a daughter of her own named Courtney and pretty soon the four of them fit together like they'd never been apart. Perry did what he could to forget the circumstances of Norman's birth and focus on raising him just like he would have any other normal kid.
Unfortunately normal just wasn't in the cards.
From a very young age Norman knew he wasn't like other kids. None of the other kids could see the dead, he realized. Ghosts, spirits, and sometimes creatures he couldn't identify would often come up to him for polite conversation. Or worse, sometimes they would try to eat him. He was a smart kid, and he could usually keep himself out of trouble, but that still meant he was left with the aftermath.
The Mist was a righteous pain in the ass sometimes. It almost always meant that Norman would get pinned with the blame of whatever happened. He was classified as a troubled child and he had to switch schools more than a few times before he turned ten.
His father, while was somewhat aware of his son's strange abilities and lineage, was still terribly susceptible to the Mist. There would be times where he would give him a look of sympathetic understanding, and then there would be times where he couldn't see anything other than what the Mist showed him. To say it put a strain on their relationship was an understatement.
After a horrible incident during his grandmother's funeral, Norman realized that nothing would actually get any better if he stayed in Blithe Hollow. Luckily one of his classmates was secretly a satyr stationed at his school to keep an eye out for demigods. Without saying much to his family, Norman ran off, with some hope that maybe their lives would actually be a lot better without him.
And maybe, if he made it to this camp Neil kept telling him about, he would actually feel a little like he belonged. That wasn't too much to hope for, was it?
Counselor: nope. Gonna be camping in Hermes cabin.
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
[There's not talking from the other end of the Iris Message yet. There's a kid- probably one of the youngest in the camp- peering into it skeptically. His hair is a wild mess, his hoody nearly swallows him whole and he has dark circles under his eyes like he maybe sleeps once a month.]
[He frowns.]
Am I supposed to talk into this? This is crazy.
[He's not really sure if its working so he looks away from the rainbow all together at something else.]
I don't really think it matters if I talk at all, I mean. People are all the same, anyway. What makes you so sure they're not just going to act like everyone else? I'm better off on my own anyway.
[He blinks, since it seems like whoever he's addressing is answering him. Then he looks at the rainbow and waves his arm through it. It looks like whatever he was talking to informed him of the recording.]
Third Person Log:
This wasn't so bad. He tells himself that because he has to. If he didn't, he'd give up and every thing from Boston to New York would catch up with him. It's funny, but he guessed he kind of took for granted just how thick the mist in Blithe Hallow had been this whole time. Even when the monsters could slip in, he could almost always find a way to stay alive.
This? This was scary. He didn't dare risk sleeping, no matter how many times Neil told him he would keep watch. It wasn't that he didn't trust Neil- Neil was his age and there was only so much he could do on his own while Norman was hypothetically sleeping.
It didn't really bother him anyway. He was never much of a sleeper.
Keeping alert was going to keep them alive. Even if that meant that Norman powered through this entire trip on E.
He was almost there, though. He could feel it. The good news about his strange abilities was that he could usually talk to the right people about directions. Ghosts usually weren't to happy with helping the living, but Norman was on just as bad of terms with the living as the dead were, and that usually made them more inclined to help him along.
He climbed one more tall hill and he heard Neil gasping excitedly behind him.
"That's it! That's it! Oh man, we made it! Norman we made it!"
Oh. That was good. He nods quietly to him but there's a small smile forming on his lips. That was really good.
He wasn't sure what happened after that- but things got really hazy and dark and he sort of remembers hearing Neil freaking out. It was as quiet as the dead after that.
Name: Jami
Personal Journal: thegogglesdonothing
Plurk: golgothas
Time Zone: EST
Email: wudaistarwind@gmail.com
Messenger: AIM: Jamadadayo
Previous Characters: John Egbert, Zulf
Munhead/Musebox: NA
CHARACTER
Name: Norman Babcock
Canon: ParaNorman
Age: 11
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Demigod. Son of Melinoe (UNCLAIMED)
Demigod abilities: Norman is able to speak and commune with the dead. So far that's as far as his abilities go.
With a lot of work and practice, he should be able to do other things like raising the dead and (to take a cue from his mother) manipulate his appearance to mirror another person's memory.
Ghost powers aside, Norman is just as a whole a lot more durable than a mortal kid his age.
Personality:
Norman likes being under the radar. He doesn't like sticking out and being noticed, because that usually means negative attention on him. His entire modus operandi is to make it through with as little confrontation or social interaction as possible. The unfortunate truth of it all is that, in his town, blending in is impossible. It's sort of an inescapable reality to a kid born with the gift of speaking to the dead. It doesn't make you all that popular in school. Or at home. Or anywhere, really. Alienated by most of his town? Yep. Treated as a troubled child by his family? Check. Fiercely bullied at school? You bet.
However, in spite of that, Norman never treats himself like a victim. He doesn't cry about the way things are. Sure, he laments that he never asked to be born the way he was but does he try to deny his gifts? Hell no. He knows that he isn't normal and he has no intentions of trying to pretend otherwise. Even if all he wants, is to duck his head and get through it the best he can, he doesn't try to change himself to suit others. Unfortunately this attitude has led Norman to becoming a loner. Until recently, he saw no real need to make friends, feeling that once they get to know him, they'd just think he was a freak anyway. As such he's come to be very comfortable on his own, and prefers to just rely on himself.
Of course its a little different when he talks to ghosts. Where Norman shuts himself off to the living, to the dead he's perfectly cheerful and friendly. Going so far as to help his town ghosts with any little task they might ask of him. He knows this doesn't make his case better for the living, but the bottom line is that he doesn't care. Time and again, Norman's learned to value the company of the dead over the living.
But despite what seems like hostility and distrust, he does cares about other people and he has a strong moral sense of right and wrong. Even people he doesn't like all that much, he'd never purposely harm, and even go so far to help in a dire situation. Given the opportunity to really show his stuff, Norman can also be very brave and determined, willing to risk his life for what has to be done. His sense of duty is also very strong and once he sets out to do something, he takes it very seriously. Really underneath that anti-social facade he puts up, Norman is just a lonely kid who's had to put up with a lot of pain simply for just being who he is. He's a tough kid who can take a lot of shit, and he never should have had to.
In Half-Blood Hill, Norman hasn't gone anywhere near to achieving his post-movie development. He's still very wary of other people and can come off very prickly at first. Once he's been at camp for a while and he actually starts to make friends, he will start to open up. He can be a very sweet and friendly kid once he's given a reason to, and all he really wants is some place where he doesn't feel he's going to be punished for being himself.
Of course Norman opening up and being friendly should never be mistaken for Norman being a push over. He's stubborn and blunt, and he will tell you when you've done something stupid. He has a sarcastic streak, and can be terribly full of sass when he wants to be- which is often. He'll listen to authority, but when its other people- specifically teenagers or just jerks, he will tell you what for while probably making jabs at your intelligence. ("Oh god they're gonna eat our brains!!" "I think you'll be fine.")
AU History:
This story begins with an affair.
Let's be real. All of these stories kind of begin with an affair, that's like the whole premise of this canon. Anyway, Perry Babcock was not a guy who could shake easily. However, the death of his first wife would definitely be the thing to do it. It was in those vulnerable moments he was met with the Goddess of ghosts, though he did not really know who she was at the time, because he appeared to him as non-other than his late wife.
The fling only lasted a night and for whatever reason, when Perry woke up the next morning, he didn't find his wife, but instead a child. A gift perhaps? Maybe the normally vengeful Goddess was feeling sympathetic for once? Or maybe this was just apart of some elaborate way to haunt him, as she was want to do. Perry had no idea, but he guessed he had a son now.
It wasn't too long after that, that Perry met Sandra and the two of them got married. Sandra had a daughter of her own named Courtney and pretty soon the four of them fit together like they'd never been apart. Perry did what he could to forget the circumstances of Norman's birth and focus on raising him just like he would have any other normal kid.
Unfortunately normal just wasn't in the cards.
From a very young age Norman knew he wasn't like other kids. None of the other kids could see the dead, he realized. Ghosts, spirits, and sometimes creatures he couldn't identify would often come up to him for polite conversation. Or worse, sometimes they would try to eat him. He was a smart kid, and he could usually keep himself out of trouble, but that still meant he was left with the aftermath.
The Mist was a righteous pain in the ass sometimes. It almost always meant that Norman would get pinned with the blame of whatever happened. He was classified as a troubled child and he had to switch schools more than a few times before he turned ten.
His father, while was somewhat aware of his son's strange abilities and lineage, was still terribly susceptible to the Mist. There would be times where he would give him a look of sympathetic understanding, and then there would be times where he couldn't see anything other than what the Mist showed him. To say it put a strain on their relationship was an understatement.
After a horrible incident during his grandmother's funeral, Norman realized that nothing would actually get any better if he stayed in Blithe Hollow. Luckily one of his classmates was secretly a satyr stationed at his school to keep an eye out for demigods. Without saying much to his family, Norman ran off, with some hope that maybe their lives would actually be a lot better without him.
And maybe, if he made it to this camp Neil kept telling him about, he would actually feel a little like he belonged. That wasn't too much to hope for, was it?
Counselor: nope. Gonna be camping in Hermes cabin.
SAMPLES
Iris Message:
[There's not talking from the other end of the Iris Message yet. There's a kid- probably one of the youngest in the camp- peering into it skeptically. His hair is a wild mess, his hoody nearly swallows him whole and he has dark circles under his eyes like he maybe sleeps once a month.]
[He frowns.]
Am I supposed to talk into this? This is crazy.
[He's not really sure if its working so he looks away from the rainbow all together at something else.]
I don't really think it matters if I talk at all, I mean. People are all the same, anyway. What makes you so sure they're not just going to act like everyone else? I'm better off on my own anyway.
[He blinks, since it seems like whoever he's addressing is answering him. Then he looks at the rainbow and waves his arm through it. It looks like whatever he was talking to informed him of the recording.]
Third Person Log:
This wasn't so bad. He tells himself that because he has to. If he didn't, he'd give up and every thing from Boston to New York would catch up with him. It's funny, but he guessed he kind of took for granted just how thick the mist in Blithe Hallow had been this whole time. Even when the monsters could slip in, he could almost always find a way to stay alive.
This? This was scary. He didn't dare risk sleeping, no matter how many times Neil told him he would keep watch. It wasn't that he didn't trust Neil- Neil was his age and there was only so much he could do on his own while Norman was hypothetically sleeping.
It didn't really bother him anyway. He was never much of a sleeper.
Keeping alert was going to keep them alive. Even if that meant that Norman powered through this entire trip on E.
He was almost there, though. He could feel it. The good news about his strange abilities was that he could usually talk to the right people about directions. Ghosts usually weren't to happy with helping the living, but Norman was on just as bad of terms with the living as the dead were, and that usually made them more inclined to help him along.
He climbed one more tall hill and he heard Neil gasping excitedly behind him.
"That's it! That's it! Oh man, we made it! Norman we made it!"
Oh. That was good. He nods quietly to him but there's a small smile forming on his lips. That was really good.
He wasn't sure what happened after that- but things got really hazy and dark and he sort of remembers hearing Neil freaking out. It was as quiet as the dead after that.