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Other Characters Played: None
Character: Sonic the Hedgehog
Series: Sonic game'verse
Age: 18
History:
Canon Point: Post-Colors
Personality:
Upbeat, honest, optimistic, and snarky, Sonic possesses an ironclad sense of personal justice and values freedom above all else. He just can't sit by if there's someone in trouble--especially if that someone is a pretty girl. He's somewhat competitive, a major show-off, and basically everything you'd expect a teenage male to be, no matter what the species.
His high-speed nature extends to his personality in a few ways: He's extremely hyperactive and impatient, prone to jump to conclusions, very disorganized, and hates to be kept waiting. He also hates enclosed spaces. While not technically claustrophobic, he'll always prefer to be outside in the open air, where he can run. It's not unusual to find him out on a run if there's a problem he has to think through: He'd say he thinks better on the move. Which is true, to be fair; he's a master of on-the-spot decision-making and making things up as he goes. In fact, the only time he can remember things really going wrong, was when he had to make a plan beforehand! He puts a little too much stock into his own serendipity at times, and tends to jump into dangerous situations without fully knowing what's going on ON PURPOSE, fully confident that it'll work out somehow. Many a time has he been berated by his friends for taking these leaps of faith, even if the world WAS at stake at the time.
The only thing he actually fears at this point--other than the loss of his friends--is deep water. Water saps his speed and kinetic energy, essentially rendering him powerless, and his unusually dense musculature means he sinks like a ROCK. Add to that a little trauma from that one time in the Labyrinth Zone when he was sixteen, and one can imagine why he doesn't go into the deep end at the pool much...
Sonic is an extremely personable critter, and it takes a lot to get on his bad side. Even those who are irrevocably evil are met not with anger but with joking trash-talk as he works to take them down a peg or two. Life's too short to think negatively, if you ask him, and positivity has power. Even in the most dire of situations, he's still optimistic--actually moreso when things look bad, because that's when everyone needs it the most. After all, no one ever figured a way out of a bad situation, if they gave up!
Skills and Abilities:
Sonic is capable of running at super-speed, and able to break the sound barrier easily. In fact he's learned to manipulate the resultant shockwave in a boost that can shatter windows and send enemies flying. He can peel out in a balled-up spin-dash as well. While spinning in the air he's capable of a homing attack that slams him into enemies and hardly ever misses. A string of rings can allow him to light dash along the line, appearing at the other side as though he'd traveled at the speed of light (although who just leaves rings out in rows like that? Seriously.) He can also fight; his own homebrew of kickboxing, gymnastics and homing attacks can easily fragment a well-designed robot in a few seconds. He's also remarkably resilient, though that may be more from determination than actual toughness.
Then there are the Chaos Emeralds. These seven gems from his world are said to be the source of ultimate power, but in reality very little is known about them. Sonic managed to find them the first time when he was sixteen, as a desperate measure to fight Ivo Robotnik and keep him from enslaving any more of his friends as robots. Since then, he's used them multiple times, serving as a temporary conduit to their power while his will guides the result. His run in with his "twin" Shadow on the space station ARK made him realize a deeper level of control of these gems. This "chaos control" was realized to him as a limited form of teleportation, that he's capable of performing if he has at least one of the emeralds, or an object that holds similar properties. He can warp to another location, possibly even a different time, but his lacks the accuracy of Shadow's. He's also capable of the Sonic Wind move, a chaos-infused tornado that spirals around his opponent and stuns them.
First Person Sample:
"Hey, Tails! Just wanted ta send you a quick message on a holocard, an' I know you're probably still asleep so you won't even get the alert... Actually I dunno if you're going to even get this at all. Well, you will someday. Looks like I've got a little something to take care of again! You're in charge 'till I get back.
"I know, I know, you don't think you've got what it takes. That's all right, 'cuz I do. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it!"
Third Person Sample:
When was the first time he'd been to Soleana...?
He couldn't remember. Or rather, he wasn't sure if he remembered. It was a nice place to hang out, and he'd often sneak out in the early morning, or make a mostly-truthful excuse to Amy in the evening and take off there. It may have been hundreds of miles to the northeast, but what did that matter to a guy him?
...But he wasn't sure why he was going, exactly. Maybe it was because no one there knew him; sure, he liked being famous, but it's nice to take a snooze on a roof and not have a window cleaner wake him up and ask for his autograph--that's happened more times than one would guess. Yeah, if anyone were to ask him directly he'd probably say it was for the anonymity.
However, that didn't explain the weirdly expectant feeling he got when he always arrived at the Soleanna Fountain. Like, like something important was going to happen. Supposed to happen. Should have happened? He isn't sure. He gets vague images sometimes. A sea of fire. A shattered space. Silence, absolute, all-consuming, boring silence. The visceral surge of energy that comes from an oxygen-deprived frontal lobe as it wakes up and thrashes for life. Glowing wings. A white feather, floating on the wind. None of it made SENSE...
And now, as several times before, he shakes his head and turns around, headed for the square. Probably just his imagination. After all, he remembers all his adventures.
All of them.
Personal Journal:
eeknsqueeknContact: Eek (
Other Characters Played: None
Character: Sonic the Hedgehog
Series: Sonic game'verse
Age: 18
History:
Canon Point: Post-Colors
Personality:
Upbeat, honest, optimistic, and snarky, Sonic possesses an ironclad sense of personal justice and values freedom above all else. He just can't sit by if there's someone in trouble--especially if that someone is a pretty girl. He's somewhat competitive, a major show-off, and basically everything you'd expect a teenage male to be, no matter what the species.
His high-speed nature extends to his personality in a few ways: He's extremely hyperactive and impatient, prone to jump to conclusions, very disorganized, and hates to be kept waiting. He also hates enclosed spaces. While not technically claustrophobic, he'll always prefer to be outside in the open air, where he can run. It's not unusual to find him out on a run if there's a problem he has to think through: He'd say he thinks better on the move. Which is true, to be fair; he's a master of on-the-spot decision-making and making things up as he goes. In fact, the only time he can remember things really going wrong, was when he had to make a plan beforehand! He puts a little too much stock into his own serendipity at times, and tends to jump into dangerous situations without fully knowing what's going on ON PURPOSE, fully confident that it'll work out somehow. Many a time has he been berated by his friends for taking these leaps of faith, even if the world WAS at stake at the time.
The only thing he actually fears at this point--other than the loss of his friends--is deep water. Water saps his speed and kinetic energy, essentially rendering him powerless, and his unusually dense musculature means he sinks like a ROCK. Add to that a little trauma from that one time in the Labyrinth Zone when he was sixteen, and one can imagine why he doesn't go into the deep end at the pool much...
Sonic is an extremely personable critter, and it takes a lot to get on his bad side. Even those who are irrevocably evil are met not with anger but with joking trash-talk as he works to take them down a peg or two. Life's too short to think negatively, if you ask him, and positivity has power. Even in the most dire of situations, he's still optimistic--actually moreso when things look bad, because that's when everyone needs it the most. After all, no one ever figured a way out of a bad situation, if they gave up!
Skills and Abilities:
Sonic is capable of running at super-speed, and able to break the sound barrier easily. In fact he's learned to manipulate the resultant shockwave in a boost that can shatter windows and send enemies flying. He can peel out in a balled-up spin-dash as well. While spinning in the air he's capable of a homing attack that slams him into enemies and hardly ever misses. A string of rings can allow him to light dash along the line, appearing at the other side as though he'd traveled at the speed of light (although who just leaves rings out in rows like that? Seriously.) He can also fight; his own homebrew of kickboxing, gymnastics and homing attacks can easily fragment a well-designed robot in a few seconds. He's also remarkably resilient, though that may be more from determination than actual toughness.
Then there are the Chaos Emeralds. These seven gems from his world are said to be the source of ultimate power, but in reality very little is known about them. Sonic managed to find them the first time when he was sixteen, as a desperate measure to fight Ivo Robotnik and keep him from enslaving any more of his friends as robots. Since then, he's used them multiple times, serving as a temporary conduit to their power while his will guides the result. His run in with his "twin" Shadow on the space station ARK made him realize a deeper level of control of these gems. This "chaos control" was realized to him as a limited form of teleportation, that he's capable of performing if he has at least one of the emeralds, or an object that holds similar properties. He can warp to another location, possibly even a different time, but his lacks the accuracy of Shadow's. He's also capable of the Sonic Wind move, a chaos-infused tornado that spirals around his opponent and stuns them.
First Person Sample:
"Hey, Tails! Just wanted ta send you a quick message on a holocard, an' I know you're probably still asleep so you won't even get the alert... Actually I dunno if you're going to even get this at all. Well, you will someday. Looks like I've got a little something to take care of again! You're in charge 'till I get back.
"I know, I know, you don't think you've got what it takes. That's all right, 'cuz I do. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it!"
Third Person Sample:
When was the first time he'd been to Soleana...?
He couldn't remember. Or rather, he wasn't sure if he remembered. It was a nice place to hang out, and he'd often sneak out in the early morning, or make a mostly-truthful excuse to Amy in the evening and take off there. It may have been hundreds of miles to the northeast, but what did that matter to a guy him?
...But he wasn't sure why he was going, exactly. Maybe it was because no one there knew him; sure, he liked being famous, but it's nice to take a snooze on a roof and not have a window cleaner wake him up and ask for his autograph--that's happened more times than one would guess. Yeah, if anyone were to ask him directly he'd probably say it was for the anonymity.
However, that didn't explain the weirdly expectant feeling he got when he always arrived at the Soleanna Fountain. Like, like something important was going to happen. Supposed to happen. Should have happened? He isn't sure. He gets vague images sometimes. A sea of fire. A shattered space. Silence, absolute, all-consuming, boring silence. The visceral surge of energy that comes from an oxygen-deprived frontal lobe as it wakes up and thrashes for life. Glowing wings. A white feather, floating on the wind. None of it made SENSE...
And now, as several times before, he shakes his head and turns around, headed for the square. Probably just his imagination. After all, he remembers all his adventures.
All of them.
