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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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Slim Jim had great hearing. It wasn't so much his ears, which were still very good. It was mostly his hair. At least, it was mostly the hairlike bundle of nerves that grew out of his head which was very sensitive to....basically everything. Air currents, air pressure, ambient electricity, but the most important thing his "antenna" picked up on were vibrations in the air. Sound. His memaw had joked that he could hear a pin drop halfway cross the house and, on a clear night, she wouldn't have been wrong.

So it was his hearing that caused him to look up from his book, and what he heard were sharp gasp, a quick whoosh of air, and a muffled yell. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, which they hadn't. He looked up at the clock, then at the door, then the clock again, then the door, then back to the clock. Class really should have started by now. The teacher could be here any second. He had always been in his seat when the teacher had arrived, a streak he wasn't eager to break. However, his mama and daddy had raised him right and being raised right meant you didn't just ignore someone who was in trouble. Besides, he couldn't be called late for peeking out the door.

There were more graceful ways to get out of his seated position but the fastest was to just flop out to the side like a fish, which earned him no small share of odd looks as he struggled to get his feet back underneath him and make for the door.

Peeking out in the hallway though, there was nothing to be seen but a weird bin sitting in the middle of the floor. Still, he could hear a faint hissing sound coming from one of the lockers. Looking both ways to make sure no teacher was coming, he turned his back on the bin and placed his hair right against the locker to see if he could make out exactly what was going on inside.

Was somebody breathing in there?
What's the weather like today?
Around the hallway corner came the sound, the rhythmic *whack* *whack* *whack* of shoes upon the linoleum floor, that heralded the arrival of someone more spaghetti noodle than man. Then around the corner came the looming form of Slim Jim Bacon, walking at a pace that would outstrip most runner, with his dangling hair bouncing uuuup and doooown with every footfall. People saw him coming and got out of his way.

Jim didn't demand they move from his path. In fact, it made him uncomfortably self-conscious when they did. He just as well like if they just stayed where they were and let his step over them, which is how his friends back in Stone River had dealt with being in his way, but here it seemed like they were determined to be put out and make him feel rude.

In this manner he made his way to homeroom. He always made his way to class as soon as the doors where open, stopping just long enough to stow his umbrella in a locker, on the off chance that someone decided to jump the gun and start teaching early. This had never happened before, but if it did he wouldn't miss a thing. Besides which, he needed that time to negotiate the tricky prospect of seating. He claimed the desk at the very back, farthest from the window, and took hold of it with both hands with a firm grip. Then his legs, like octopus tentacles, rose up off the ground and pulled out the seat. They folded underneath him and let himself drop down into the seat, sitting on his legs as the remaining length folded over the back of the seat and dangled behind him.

This was the best way for him to sit. When he'd tried to sit normally, on his butt, his legs had either splayed out to his sides and got in peoples way or rolled out in front under the desk in front of him. Satisfied with his sitting arrangement, he pulled out a textbook and started going over the math that he'd learned yesterday just to make sure he had it down.
Appearance base picture: Around 7ft tall, but disproportionately so. Most of that height is his legs, which cause him to look like he's wearing stilts all the time. He is rail thin, extremely pale, and completely hairless save for a single patch that grows straight up from where the space between his eyebrows would normally be before curling and hanging down in front of his face like the lantern of a angler fish. This single growth of hair is pitch black and seems to cling together at all times, never fraying out even at the end. With no normal hair to hide it it is clear that his head is perfectly spherical. His eyes are set just a little to far apart, are pink, and the pupils are shaped like a goats. His teeth are perfect, and look as though someone has put a great deal of care into them. If the judgement were based solely on his smile he would be in the running for "Most Handsome Boy On Campus."

Appearance base notes(optional): Carries a black umbrella during the day because of his sensitive, easily burned skin.

Name: James "Slim Jim" Bacon.

Age: 15

Role: Jim is an extremely studious student, who has never missed or even been late to a class, who is nevertheless struggling to pull his grades up to a B average. He has tried to found the Dentistry Club several times, only to be rejected each time due to lack of student interest. A mutant hillbilly good ol' boy looking to make something of himself.

Short Bio: Jim is not a native of Liberty Ville, instead coming from the small country town of Stone River. No one goes to Stone River anymore, mostly due to the horrible contaminated drinking water and the mutants. Several generations back the ALCHEST chemical company set up their first plant just upriver from Stone River, dumping their runoff into the river and contaminating both the river itself and the ground water. The people didn't know this until the first children started to be born with defects. Those who could afford to move did, but most of the town was not exactly in the higher income bracket and were forced to remain behind and watch as generations passed, people became more and more deformed, and EPA agent after EPA agent accepted very generous bribes. What ALCHEST had done was finally brought to light only very recently by the only reporter not to run screaming for their car at the sight of Stone River's citizens. The EPA fined the company into near bankruptcy, most of it's board of directors was thrown in prison, and the final blow was delivered by a civil suit from the people of Stone River itself which delivered a mountain of wealth to the town. Looking around and realizing that most of them would never be accepted in the outside world, they decided to use the money to send their best and brightest to the best educational facility in the tri-county area in the hopes that he, at least, would be able to live a normal life.

Notable skills and powers: Jim takes "having a skeleton" to be more of a suggestion than a hard and fast rule of human biology and can, like an octopus, squeeze himself through most any opening and fit into most any space no matter how small. Because of his strange body he is very nearly immune to blunt force trauma. His hair is very sensitive, able to detect vibrations or changes in the local atmosphere, acting like a third ear and giving him incredible hearing. He can breath methane, something he found out from a dare back home involving a pig farm and truck full of baked beans, and like most residents of Stone River is completely immune to any and all poisons.

Other: He lives alone, and frugally, in a small apartment in the city. He is supported by a monthly check he receives from the town for which to pay his bills and go grocery shopping. He has a cat named Jangles.
Ok, I could get behind this.
How thorough is the whole "becoming a character" thing? If my character came dressed in King Dedede's clothing but didn't wear a beak or paint himself blue or anything like that would he wake up as a big blue penguin? If not would he still be able to float around by sucking in air or jump really, really high, creating stars upon hitting the ground? If he made the hammer, would it work? Most importantly, how many Waddle Dees would he be allowed to pull out of his sleeves?
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