Post by POOTY on Apr 9, 2012 0:33:15 GMT -5
[/font]POOTY
18 • MALE • HETEROSEXUAL • 6'3" • 350 lbs.
ILLUSIA • HUMAN • MARINE • ENTERTAINER • DE
"Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."
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• appearance [/font]
Pooty is chubby, he's about 6'3, but looks around 5'9, because his stomach is so large that he naturally leans forward because of the weight. He wears a marine hat, with unkempt hair underneath, he bathes around every five days or so, so his blonde hair is always oily. His face is covered in pimples, and his mouth is open most of the time because he has trouble breathing. He can't really sleep on a hammock, it won't carry he's weight, so he sleeps in a make shift corner of his bunk, like a bed, but really it could be a sty. His bunk mates Peck and J.J. always keeps fresh flowers around their area of the bunk, because Pooty's part smells so bad. But they got used to it. As a result his bunk mates are the most hygienic among the Marines stationed in Illussia. It's because, no matter how much they try, they can't seem to get the smell off that Pooty carries around with him.
The source of the smell from Pooty is actually his love for PuPu nuts, it's a kind of sweet nut they sell as junk food. It's fairly cheap even though it's from South Blue. No one eats it like Pooty does, it's really meant to serve as medication for people with itchy skin. Pooty has taken a liking to the sweet taste it has, like peppermints he calls it. Too bad the smell is anything but, scholars in Ohara says the the PuPu tree, which the nuts come from, has been known to change the migration patterns of certain birds and fish. Oddly enough, because of the nuts properties Pooty can go for days without bathing and feel great. The resident medical officer, Lara has identified Pooty's situation as a "vicious cycle". He stinks because he eats, and he stinks even more because what he eats makes it so he doesn't have to bathe.
Sad to say for Pooty, he has never known true love. Sure he's had crushes on certain women, especially Trish a fellow marine who works part-time at a popular marine hangout, a diner called Melody's. But how can he express his love when he's banned from entering? They try to be nice about it, when he goes there with J.J. and Peck, they have to be served outside, in a corner, by themselves. Before his PuPu nut binge, he used to play the piano at Melody's, he made some friends like that too. But they would always have to get him a special chair called Hercules, Pooty gets into his performances and has broken more than a fair share of benches.
• personality[/font]
Pooty has been Pooty so long he forgot his real name. He's lazy, he's a slob, he barely does his job right. He cleans just enough so people don't complain, but sometimes he won't do even that. Every two weeks or so knocks on Supply Crew Officer Sandy Lumberjack's door would echo down the hallway like the morning call of a disgruntled rooster. It was probably Rats or Campbell complaining that when they sat to muster, their buttocks were covered in soap mixed with last nights Sea King Surprise. Then Sandy would come to the bunk of the laziest trio of marines ever stationed in North Blue, J.J. would be there looking through a girly magazine, Peck would be shuffling through his winnings on his most recent game of Shooter, and Pooty would be looking through Admiralty, a magazine featuring the latest ship designs from Naval HQ. She'd smile, with those buck teeth of hers. Peck would roll over in his hammock ignoring her, J.J. would cast a glance, crumple up a piece of paper and throw it at Pooty's chubby back. Then she would take Pooty into her office and politely explain to him that his performance was not up to the squads standards, she'd poke the whiteboard near her desk and explain to him the benefits of Performance Excellence. Pooty knew she'd been reading those management books again they were pumping out of Illussia.
As usual, Pooty felt bad for Sandy, being so nice and polite and all, but she couldn't hide her restrained rage from him. It was in the way the upper right part of her forehead wrinkled up every time she said "departmental standardization of work expectations," Pooty tries to take her seriously but because of her teeth the last part of the word expectations sounded like eggsper-taters. So he'd chuckle a bit, nod the most genuine fake nod he could, grab his mop and go to the muster hall. There he would run into Rats and Campbell cursing at him, calling him lazy bum, blubber king, or the smell from the New World. He doesn't really understand the last one, Pooty thinks it’s kind of cool so he's careful never to show he likes it. After enduring a swath of stares of contempt, consternation and sometimes even pity from his fellow marines he'd set out to do the task he was supposed to have done last night.
• weaponry[/font]
Pooty’s greatest physical struggle has been trying to open a certain brand of potato chips called Happy Potato. It’s very expensive but it tastes the best. However, the company who makes the packaging does it so that either you open it correctly or you tear up the whole thing in a vicious struggle of life and death. He gets exhausted trying to open it just right. And the way they made it was so you had to tear along "the line", and if you used a knife and got a little bit off "the line", the whole bag would rip dripping its contents all over the ground. He has to use a specific kind of surgical scissors to get all the chips. Sometimes when he can't get the scissors he gives up and just tears it open. He promptly falls to the floor gobbling up the potato chips as they fall to the ground. Spectators say it’s like watching a hippopotamus placed on its back and asked to swim.
Needless to say, Pooty can't fight. Don't even try to imagine it, just, no. He can fire a weapon well enough though, all you have to do is point in the general direction and shoot. Too bad he can't aim, he'd have trouble hitting a beached Sea King from 10 feet. In the words of Infantry Combat Officer Marcus Rundill, "Pooty, you are the most worthless marine I have ever seen in my thirty years in the navy."
• accessories[/font]
1x - Pack of PuPu Nuts: His favorite snack from South Blue.
1x - Nutcracker: Standard metal nutcracker, the teeth are well worn and the grip is almost always oily.
REVOLVING SUMMONER, amarelo
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THIS CHARACTER WAS MADE BY KINANAH
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