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Are you over 17?: yas
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( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
Name/Work Name: Travis Touchdown | Tora (虎)
Canon: No More Heroes
Canon Point: After Desperate Struggle’s main events--before reuniting with Sylvia
AU/CRAU: N
Age: 30
History: Here.
Personality: Let it first be said that No More Heroes is a game that lampshades, mocks, and transcends most tropes and cliches, completely riddled with them, and makes all of absolutely zero sense. This principle can be applied to all of it--but most of all, the main character of the franchise, one man, one otaku, Travis "Downward Fucking Dog!!" Touchdown. This is the old college try of pulling together to make sense of it all.
At first glance, Travis is loud, obnoxious, cocky, absolutely disgusting, and impossible to take seriously. He's a moe-obsessed, self-confessed otaku who's dressed like a zombified rockabilly, exhumed from eternal rest. (AW YEAH.) He carries himself with a lazy ease, shoulders back, head cocked, sword over his shoulder, and his hand in his pocket. The guy's kind of like a video game Johnny Knoxville. Cough. What a fine coincidence that is! His ability with words is kind of... not bad? He's like a street poet, with such great hits as "Fuckhead" and "When you see your bro in hell, tell him he's still a douche!" So. Lots of credit. Yeah.
He's got zero shame, tons of pride, and a really awful sense of humor. Proud to be who he is and what he is, Travis is an assassin otaku after the pursuit of money, fame, and hot chicks. One hot chick in particular. It's the dream--to Travis, it's Paradise. It's worth killing a bunch of killers on the way up to be number one, especially if it lands him in bed with the hottest, most elusive girl by far. Did I mention this fellow is gullible and simple? Yeah, that's totally a thing. He falls in pit traps, gets pissed from simple taunts, and generally isn't hard to trick or lead around by the nose. Or dick. Anyway.
Sex and violence, what more does modern society need? We've been fed the love for it through media consumption--and Travis Touchdown is definitely no exception. In fact, he's the absolute paragon. To Travis? Violence in and of itself is fucking erotic. (In game, this is literally represented by the ecstasy meter, which allows Travis, upon killing so many enemies or reading a porn magazine, to use a random Darkside Mode. Darkside modes are special, limited time powerups that I'll talk about later. Why I explained it here is because of the tangible connection between power, killing, and arousal.)
He idolizes the rush, the competition, and the bloodshed. Travis's monologues focus on how cool killing is, how awesome being an assassin is, and how glorious the lifestyle is. Many characters (most of them assassins themselves) try to talk him down about his illusions, but Travis generally is too miffed, hung-up on small details, or lacking in the complete focus to actually take in those words.
However, there are some very important exceptions. Travis is insensitive and boorish, yes, but he's not unreachable. Some assassins' words (and hearts) reach him, eventually, whether by catching him by surprise, or perhaps appealing to his inner hero fantasy--they sing to his warped ideals and honor code. Travis's mind is changed, and he moves on with their requests, and the lessons he's learned from them in mind.
This sense of honor of Travis's is consistent, if marginally questionable. He respects his opponents, especially those that are talented and in line with (not to mince words) his Japanophilic nature. He spares opponents that are below him or fighting for the wrong reasons, but this occasion is few and far between--especially with the idea that, as an assassin, one dies when they are defeated. Typically, Travis spares the young and reckless, and the already-dying.
Travis is entirely secure in himself--in his own words, he's never thought about death, never felt fear. The cool confidence is a strong trait, despite how bullheaded it makes him. Travis doesn't second-guess himself, and he's only hesitated once or twice. The man does what he wants--up to and including walking away from titles and prestige because he realizes they're not what he wanted at all. He's shameless, really happy about his acquisitions and titles, his likes, and the way he carries himself. It's almost admirable, if he weren't so repulsive! Still, the man doesn't really have many people to defend himself.
Despite his self-security, Travis seeks validation, near desperately. All the time, his constant posturing and overblown nature, it's like he wants a pat on the back. He wants to look cool, to be respected, to 'show the world', even, that he's not just some chump. He wants to prove his talent, his worth, and his skill--to be number one. Above all else, Travis wants to be seen as awesome, talented, and desirable. why go through all this trouble? What could possibly be the origin point?
The guy's a lonely otaku. Seriously. Point blank. He spends all his time watching pro wrestling and anime or playing video games, when he's not cutting people down or doing odd jobs for cash. Said cash tends to go to shitty anime merchandise! That doesn't leave a whole lot of time for making friends--most of his are incidental, if not ones from his line of work. That said, he has a few important relationships, mostly for what they mean in regards to Travis's core.
Sylvia, of course, is the big one. The girl of any man's dreams, she constantly belittles and dehumanizes Travis, makes him out to be a tool and filling a position, bound to die at any moment. Travis's impression of her evolves first from "Hot chick I totally wanna fuck holy shit" to "That cold bitch... still hot though. Dammit," and beyond. Sylvia uses and manipulates Travis--blatant as day and yet he still goes for them. He's easily pushed around, especially if anyone knows his desires, the way to press his buttons.
This woman, this force of nature, downright engineers a second revenge mission for Travis in order to get him back into the UAA after he walked away! And yet, Travis feels deep affection for her, even love. He sees something in her--and it's not up for debate that Sylvia is intimidating, intelligent, the best at her craft (con artistry, of course) and drop-dead gorgeous. When he grows more used to these facts, despite his realization and even allowance that she uses him for her purposes, Travis does at least develop a method of standing up to her, and he's never afraid to speak his mind or even call her out on her bullshit. Whether or not his 'affection' for her is misguided is still up in the air; Sylvia tends to do only the things that please her. Let it not be said Travis is a particularly clear-minded or smart man.
Travis sticks by those that he's close to, the few of them that there are. Anyone close to him that's damaged is enough to send him into a rage, eventually absolving itself into a need for revenge. Even though Travis himself has realized the pointlessness of revenge missions--"Vengeance begats vengeance,"--he's highly emotional, impulsive, and he'll finish what he starts.
Over time, Travis does evolve--he grows more mature (slightly), and seeks to shoulder the burdens of his station. The man's strength grows, inner and outer--perhaps because of those burdens entrusted to him by the people he's killed. Travis has his own standards, albeit low--he doesn't see himself as a mad instrument of slaughter, and in fact despises the comparison. He slaughters not only those assassins he's contracted to kill, but the hordes of bodyguards and cannon fodder that get thrown his way while he's approaching. Still, they're all honorable combatants, however skilled, and they're people who stepped up with the full knowledge and ability (sometimes, in practice) to kill the shit out of Travis. He doesn't go after innocents, though he's not above taking out assassination contracts. Whatever pays the bills and buys him the new sword, right?
Travis has a lot of ideals and 'standards' attached to being an assassin. He wants to defeat them with honor. He wants good fights, and he sees his opponents as highminded, challenges to be cut down and overcome, but comrades. These are perhaps the only people that can really understand Travis's darker desires, and yet, it's a tragedy from start to finish, as they're all set to end each other. It's like Highlander fell into pop culture and action movies, got a boob-job and some cel shading, and arrived on our doorsteps as the No More Heroes Franchise. Even as he finds out the United Assassin's Association is a complete sham, Travis has to do honorably by his remaining opponents and the ones cut down before and finish what he started. That said, the disgust with the whole matter allows him to happily walk away, and later, to attack the whole organization and tear it down with his own hands.
Despite all of the bad shit, the near insanity he operates with, the burdens lumped upon him, and the pitch-black comedy and overloaded with cliches direction that his life takes, Travis Touchdown is, well, generally happy. He is exactly what he says he is--an otaku assassin, no more and no less. He puts hard work into everything, despite his seeming layabout nature, training and learning about more techniques, perfecting the ones he has. Any game has to have its grinding, right? The guy even has an honor code, good for him. But at the core, he's got only a slightly warped world view, and it suits the bizarre nature of the world he lives in. Also, he got to bang Sylvia. Totally worth that thirty seconds of glory. And the MORE ERO glory too.
Or, you know, he's a warped murderer that drools over action hero tropes while touting his high ideals and fantasies wrapped in blood, all with one hand wrapped firmly about his dick--I mean--his sword. Both? He's a reflection of his audience--a nerd looking to be validated, and to escape normalcy through doing cool shit. But even so, he takes away lessons, learns respect, and isn't irredeemable. He's not an entirely bad guy, just misguided.
Debt: Paying to get the Glastonbury out of impound from the non-existent UAA lot. It’s a complicated series of repossessions, since the UAA is questionably legal, and the mecha is also VERY questionably legal. There are fees upon fees, taxes upon taxes, but Travis paid a lot to get it, so he’s willing to pay a lot to get it back. Finally. Because it’s a freakin’ mecha.
Suitability: Travis is gullible. He’s really easy to trick into doing shit, especially if it’s arbitrary stuff like “Kill a bunch of guys for the chance at sex with a hot girl” or “Pay an ass-ton of money for your stupid mecha.” THIS ISN’T HARD OR UNUSUAL.
Previous Game Info: N/A
Inventory: Five beam katanas (one’s a dual model) [Rose Nasty (two swords), Camellia, Tsubaki, and the Blood Berry (basic beam katana)], one set of belts and straps to hold ‘em, a fanny pack, leather jacket, t-shirt, sunglasses, keys to his motel room and the Schpeltiger (his motorcycle), wallet (with condom, ID, a picture of his cat, a card from BEEF HEAD VIDEOS that’s been stamped INVALID, DO NOT RENT TO, and some Santa Destroy dollars), pink skinny jeans with knee-pads, one glove, white sneakers with red detailing, underwear, questionably crusty socks.
Abilities, Strengths, and Weaknesses: Travis has extensive combat ability, of course. He's the protagonist in an action video game! His style is loose but carries many elements--from pro-wrestling moves to aikido and kendo techniques. He wields beam sabers, though I'd say a regular katana wouldn't go unused in his hand. The guy just has his preferences! He also restores health by eating pizza, as well as being very durable. He is, of course, the protagonist. A truck hits him, he can't very well die!
When Travis fills up his Ecstasy Meter via killing or reading a porn mag (as earlier outlined) he can gain access to a random power, via a slot machine mechanic. These are outlined in the wiki, and as another, super-rare occurrence of this powerup, Travis can turn into a fucking tiger. It's cool, ok.
He also has various odd-job capabilities, from flipping burgers to exterminating scorpions. He’s a good menial work slave.
Does wearing a leather jacket in the middle of the desert count as an ability, too?
Oh, right, and he breaks the fourth wall frequently, referring to game mechanics and even plot direction--though his ability grows stronger as the games grow to a close. He’s like Deadpool Lite.
His strengths are in his protagonist skills--fighting, combat strategy, witty banter, and a strong will. Travis also has a big tolerance for bullshit and ‘what-the-fuck’ery, but he also stands up for his fellow assassins and their lifestyles. He’s got a weird honor system that’s all his own--and he’s also a fucking champ at wasting time.
Travis lacks in mental acuity--when he’s being tricked or trapped, Travis is the last to know. Sometimes, he’s even too oblivious to be subtly manipulated. He’s also got a short fuse and will go from zero to kill in about thirty seconds, maybe less. His honor is also a weakness--he goes easy on some opponents that are clearly outmatched by him, though this is a rare occurrence, but also, he’ll never turn down a fight, a chance to prove his ability. He’s arrogant and, well. Stupid. At times.
In combat, he’s kind of over-powered, but in personal relationships, he’s not very competent. He doesn’t know what ‘normal’ is, honestly. The guy has one dead friend, and a cat. He’ll take falls for those he falls in with, though, and he’s got an appetite for revenge. So, if one of his friends is fucked with, he’ll charge straight in to fuck right back.
He’s also lazy and an otaku. And he lacks in the personal hygiene department. And he’s rude. And he collects plastic figurines of little anime girls. And he constantly eats pizza. Like, I think that’s the only thing he eats. Probably. Oh, and he ejaculates quickly. That counts as a weakness, right? And he’s a cat person. That’s just sad. He’s also really emotional. Only when it comes to stuff that either directly reminds him of himself or if it’s happening to him. Otherwise he is bad at caring.
He also wears T-shirts that come from trash cans. He just puts them on. Like. Right there. Gross.
And his sense for interior decoration is literally just “Stick anything anywhere. All the time.” It’s probably his approach to sex, too. Oh, right, he’s a frequent masturbator. Advance apology to anyone who might live with him. He doesn’t give a fuck; he’ll masturbate right there.
Okay I think that’s it.
Oh, right, if a woman that’s hot tells him to do anything he’ll probably do it. So. As long as he’s got a boner he’ll pretty much do anything.
( SAMPLE )
Characterization Sample: Narrowed grey eyes stare at the house before him. He checks the paper again, fingers the keys in his hand... Bullshit, total bullshit. Uproot a guy from his city and then plop him here, say he's got a family and kids (kids?) like that's all any kind of amount of okay.
Travis Touchdown has had quite enough of people fucking running his life for him--from being tossed from one revenge mission to the next, the temptation and promise of easy pleasure spurring him to blood and more blood...He's about to start headed for the bigwig in this place and tear the whole thing down when he reaches for his katana to do just that and--fuck. Are you serious? It was gone. This was not fucking on, this was not. On. The otaku slips a hand back over his hair, takes a few steps forward, and rocks back a couple more, like he's trying to decide whether to go in or not.
No, forget it. He wasn't. That wasn't gonna happen, not yet. He'd figure out this place first, and then come in. He didn't want to see, yet, what this nightmare abortion of suburbia had served up hot and ready for him today. It promised not to be good. It promised to be terrible. No way was he submitting to this Pleasantville meets Stockholm Syndrome en masse farce today. Not right yet, anyway.
The keyring he tosses in his hand, up, down, up, down. A car, hunh? It was no Schpeltiger, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Travis just sighs and rolls his neck, then his shoulder. He was already being forced to play-act this shit, from the start. Great, just great. If he's even considering taking that on... then maybe, just maybe, he might as well check out the new digs. He'd have to anyway, right? Then he'd find a way out, because that's just how it's done. Play their game, sit and wait, and find a way to destroy it from the inside.
At least now, he thinks, strolling for the door, he has a plan.
( PLAYER INFORMATION )
Name: Char
Contact: aim: beamkatanas ;
Are you over 17?: yas
Characters in Forest Covered: noe
( CHARACTER INFORMATION )
Name/Work Name: Travis Touchdown | Tora (虎)
Canon: No More Heroes
Canon Point: After Desperate Struggle’s main events--before reuniting with Sylvia
AU/CRAU: N
Age: 30
History: Here.
Personality: Let it first be said that No More Heroes is a game that lampshades, mocks, and transcends most tropes and cliches, completely riddled with them, and makes all of absolutely zero sense. This principle can be applied to all of it--but most of all, the main character of the franchise, one man, one otaku, Travis "Downward Fucking Dog!!" Touchdown. This is the old college try of pulling together to make sense of it all.
At first glance, Travis is loud, obnoxious, cocky, absolutely disgusting, and impossible to take seriously. He's a moe-obsessed, self-confessed otaku who's dressed like a zombified rockabilly, exhumed from eternal rest. (AW YEAH.) He carries himself with a lazy ease, shoulders back, head cocked, sword over his shoulder, and his hand in his pocket. The guy's kind of like a video game Johnny Knoxville. Cough. What a fine coincidence that is! His ability with words is kind of... not bad? He's like a street poet, with such great hits as "Fuckhead" and "When you see your bro in hell, tell him he's still a douche!" So. Lots of credit. Yeah.
He's got zero shame, tons of pride, and a really awful sense of humor. Proud to be who he is and what he is, Travis is an assassin otaku after the pursuit of money, fame, and hot chicks. One hot chick in particular. It's the dream--to Travis, it's Paradise. It's worth killing a bunch of killers on the way up to be number one, especially if it lands him in bed with the hottest, most elusive girl by far. Did I mention this fellow is gullible and simple? Yeah, that's totally a thing. He falls in pit traps, gets pissed from simple taunts, and generally isn't hard to trick or lead around by the nose. Or dick. Anyway.
Sex and violence, what more does modern society need? We've been fed the love for it through media consumption--and Travis Touchdown is definitely no exception. In fact, he's the absolute paragon. To Travis? Violence in and of itself is fucking erotic. (In game, this is literally represented by the ecstasy meter, which allows Travis, upon killing so many enemies or reading a porn magazine, to use a random Darkside Mode. Darkside modes are special, limited time powerups that I'll talk about later. Why I explained it here is because of the tangible connection between power, killing, and arousal.)
He idolizes the rush, the competition, and the bloodshed. Travis's monologues focus on how cool killing is, how awesome being an assassin is, and how glorious the lifestyle is. Many characters (most of them assassins themselves) try to talk him down about his illusions, but Travis generally is too miffed, hung-up on small details, or lacking in the complete focus to actually take in those words.
However, there are some very important exceptions. Travis is insensitive and boorish, yes, but he's not unreachable. Some assassins' words (and hearts) reach him, eventually, whether by catching him by surprise, or perhaps appealing to his inner hero fantasy--they sing to his warped ideals and honor code. Travis's mind is changed, and he moves on with their requests, and the lessons he's learned from them in mind.
This sense of honor of Travis's is consistent, if marginally questionable. He respects his opponents, especially those that are talented and in line with (not to mince words) his Japanophilic nature. He spares opponents that are below him or fighting for the wrong reasons, but this occasion is few and far between--especially with the idea that, as an assassin, one dies when they are defeated. Typically, Travis spares the young and reckless, and the already-dying.
Travis is entirely secure in himself--in his own words, he's never thought about death, never felt fear. The cool confidence is a strong trait, despite how bullheaded it makes him. Travis doesn't second-guess himself, and he's only hesitated once or twice. The man does what he wants--up to and including walking away from titles and prestige because he realizes they're not what he wanted at all. He's shameless, really happy about his acquisitions and titles, his likes, and the way he carries himself. It's almost admirable, if he weren't so repulsive! Still, the man doesn't really have many people to defend himself.
Despite his self-security, Travis seeks validation, near desperately. All the time, his constant posturing and overblown nature, it's like he wants a pat on the back. He wants to look cool, to be respected, to 'show the world', even, that he's not just some chump. He wants to prove his talent, his worth, and his skill--to be number one. Above all else, Travis wants to be seen as awesome, talented, and desirable. why go through all this trouble? What could possibly be the origin point?
The guy's a lonely otaku. Seriously. Point blank. He spends all his time watching pro wrestling and anime or playing video games, when he's not cutting people down or doing odd jobs for cash. Said cash tends to go to shitty anime merchandise! That doesn't leave a whole lot of time for making friends--most of his are incidental, if not ones from his line of work. That said, he has a few important relationships, mostly for what they mean in regards to Travis's core.
Sylvia, of course, is the big one. The girl of any man's dreams, she constantly belittles and dehumanizes Travis, makes him out to be a tool and filling a position, bound to die at any moment. Travis's impression of her evolves first from "Hot chick I totally wanna fuck holy shit" to "That cold bitch... still hot though. Dammit," and beyond. Sylvia uses and manipulates Travis--blatant as day and yet he still goes for them. He's easily pushed around, especially if anyone knows his desires, the way to press his buttons.
This woman, this force of nature, downright engineers a second revenge mission for Travis in order to get him back into the UAA after he walked away! And yet, Travis feels deep affection for her, even love. He sees something in her--and it's not up for debate that Sylvia is intimidating, intelligent, the best at her craft (con artistry, of course) and drop-dead gorgeous. When he grows more used to these facts, despite his realization and even allowance that she uses him for her purposes, Travis does at least develop a method of standing up to her, and he's never afraid to speak his mind or even call her out on her bullshit. Whether or not his 'affection' for her is misguided is still up in the air; Sylvia tends to do only the things that please her. Let it not be said Travis is a particularly clear-minded or smart man.
Travis sticks by those that he's close to, the few of them that there are. Anyone close to him that's damaged is enough to send him into a rage, eventually absolving itself into a need for revenge. Even though Travis himself has realized the pointlessness of revenge missions--"Vengeance begats vengeance,"--he's highly emotional, impulsive, and he'll finish what he starts.
Over time, Travis does evolve--he grows more mature (slightly), and seeks to shoulder the burdens of his station. The man's strength grows, inner and outer--perhaps because of those burdens entrusted to him by the people he's killed. Travis has his own standards, albeit low--he doesn't see himself as a mad instrument of slaughter, and in fact despises the comparison. He slaughters not only those assassins he's contracted to kill, but the hordes of bodyguards and cannon fodder that get thrown his way while he's approaching. Still, they're all honorable combatants, however skilled, and they're people who stepped up with the full knowledge and ability (sometimes, in practice) to kill the shit out of Travis. He doesn't go after innocents, though he's not above taking out assassination contracts. Whatever pays the bills and buys him the new sword, right?
Travis has a lot of ideals and 'standards' attached to being an assassin. He wants to defeat them with honor. He wants good fights, and he sees his opponents as highminded, challenges to be cut down and overcome, but comrades. These are perhaps the only people that can really understand Travis's darker desires, and yet, it's a tragedy from start to finish, as they're all set to end each other. It's like Highlander fell into pop culture and action movies, got a boob-job and some cel shading, and arrived on our doorsteps as the No More Heroes Franchise. Even as he finds out the United Assassin's Association is a complete sham, Travis has to do honorably by his remaining opponents and the ones cut down before and finish what he started. That said, the disgust with the whole matter allows him to happily walk away, and later, to attack the whole organization and tear it down with his own hands.
Despite all of the bad shit, the near insanity he operates with, the burdens lumped upon him, and the pitch-black comedy and overloaded with cliches direction that his life takes, Travis Touchdown is, well, generally happy. He is exactly what he says he is--an otaku assassin, no more and no less. He puts hard work into everything, despite his seeming layabout nature, training and learning about more techniques, perfecting the ones he has. Any game has to have its grinding, right? The guy even has an honor code, good for him. But at the core, he's got only a slightly warped world view, and it suits the bizarre nature of the world he lives in. Also, he got to bang Sylvia. Totally worth that thirty seconds of glory. And the MORE ERO glory too.
Or, you know, he's a warped murderer that drools over action hero tropes while touting his high ideals and fantasies wrapped in blood, all with one hand wrapped firmly about his dick--I mean--his sword. Both? He's a reflection of his audience--a nerd looking to be validated, and to escape normalcy through doing cool shit. But even so, he takes away lessons, learns respect, and isn't irredeemable. He's not an entirely bad guy, just misguided.
Debt: Paying to get the Glastonbury out of impound from the non-existent UAA lot. It’s a complicated series of repossessions, since the UAA is questionably legal, and the mecha is also VERY questionably legal. There are fees upon fees, taxes upon taxes, but Travis paid a lot to get it, so he’s willing to pay a lot to get it back. Finally. Because it’s a freakin’ mecha.
Suitability: Travis is gullible. He’s really easy to trick into doing shit, especially if it’s arbitrary stuff like “Kill a bunch of guys for the chance at sex with a hot girl” or “Pay an ass-ton of money for your stupid mecha.” THIS ISN’T HARD OR UNUSUAL.
Previous Game Info: N/A
Inventory: Five beam katanas (one’s a dual model) [Rose Nasty (two swords), Camellia, Tsubaki, and the Blood Berry (basic beam katana)], one set of belts and straps to hold ‘em, a fanny pack, leather jacket, t-shirt, sunglasses, keys to his motel room and the Schpeltiger (his motorcycle), wallet (with condom, ID, a picture of his cat, a card from BEEF HEAD VIDEOS that’s been stamped INVALID, DO NOT RENT TO, and some Santa Destroy dollars), pink skinny jeans with knee-pads, one glove, white sneakers with red detailing, underwear, questionably crusty socks.
Abilities, Strengths, and Weaknesses: Travis has extensive combat ability, of course. He's the protagonist in an action video game! His style is loose but carries many elements--from pro-wrestling moves to aikido and kendo techniques. He wields beam sabers, though I'd say a regular katana wouldn't go unused in his hand. The guy just has his preferences! He also restores health by eating pizza, as well as being very durable. He is, of course, the protagonist. A truck hits him, he can't very well die!
When Travis fills up his Ecstasy Meter via killing or reading a porn mag (as earlier outlined) he can gain access to a random power, via a slot machine mechanic. These are outlined in the wiki, and as another, super-rare occurrence of this powerup, Travis can turn into a fucking tiger. It's cool, ok.
He also has various odd-job capabilities, from flipping burgers to exterminating scorpions. He’s a good menial work slave.
Does wearing a leather jacket in the middle of the desert count as an ability, too?
Oh, right, and he breaks the fourth wall frequently, referring to game mechanics and even plot direction--though his ability grows stronger as the games grow to a close. He’s like Deadpool Lite.
His strengths are in his protagonist skills--fighting, combat strategy, witty banter, and a strong will. Travis also has a big tolerance for bullshit and ‘what-the-fuck’ery, but he also stands up for his fellow assassins and their lifestyles. He’s got a weird honor system that’s all his own--and he’s also a fucking champ at wasting time.
Travis lacks in mental acuity--when he’s being tricked or trapped, Travis is the last to know. Sometimes, he’s even too oblivious to be subtly manipulated. He’s also got a short fuse and will go from zero to kill in about thirty seconds, maybe less. His honor is also a weakness--he goes easy on some opponents that are clearly outmatched by him, though this is a rare occurrence, but also, he’ll never turn down a fight, a chance to prove his ability. He’s arrogant and, well. Stupid. At times.
In combat, he’s kind of over-powered, but in personal relationships, he’s not very competent. He doesn’t know what ‘normal’ is, honestly. The guy has one dead friend, and a cat. He’ll take falls for those he falls in with, though, and he’s got an appetite for revenge. So, if one of his friends is fucked with, he’ll charge straight in to fuck right back.
He’s also lazy and an otaku. And he lacks in the personal hygiene department. And he’s rude. And he collects plastic figurines of little anime girls. And he constantly eats pizza. Like, I think that’s the only thing he eats. Probably. Oh, and he ejaculates quickly. That counts as a weakness, right? And he’s a cat person. That’s just sad. He’s also really emotional. Only when it comes to stuff that either directly reminds him of himself or if it’s happening to him. Otherwise he is bad at caring.
He also wears T-shirts that come from trash cans. He just puts them on. Like. Right there. Gross.
And his sense for interior decoration is literally just “Stick anything anywhere. All the time.” It’s probably his approach to sex, too. Oh, right, he’s a frequent masturbator. Advance apology to anyone who might live with him. He doesn’t give a fuck; he’ll masturbate right there.
Okay I think that’s it.
Oh, right, if a woman that’s hot tells him to do anything he’ll probably do it. So. As long as he’s got a boner he’ll pretty much do anything.
( SAMPLE )
Characterization Sample: Narrowed grey eyes stare at the house before him. He checks the paper again, fingers the keys in his hand... Bullshit, total bullshit. Uproot a guy from his city and then plop him here, say he's got a family and kids (kids?) like that's all any kind of amount of okay.
Travis Touchdown has had quite enough of people fucking running his life for him--from being tossed from one revenge mission to the next, the temptation and promise of easy pleasure spurring him to blood and more blood...He's about to start headed for the bigwig in this place and tear the whole thing down when he reaches for his katana to do just that and--fuck. Are you serious? It was gone. This was not fucking on, this was not. On. The otaku slips a hand back over his hair, takes a few steps forward, and rocks back a couple more, like he's trying to decide whether to go in or not.
No, forget it. He wasn't. That wasn't gonna happen, not yet. He'd figure out this place first, and then come in. He didn't want to see, yet, what this nightmare abortion of suburbia had served up hot and ready for him today. It promised not to be good. It promised to be terrible. No way was he submitting to this Pleasantville meets Stockholm Syndrome en masse farce today. Not right yet, anyway.
The keyring he tosses in his hand, up, down, up, down. A car, hunh? It was no Schpeltiger, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right? Travis just sighs and rolls his neck, then his shoulder. He was already being forced to play-act this shit, from the start. Great, just great. If he's even considering taking that on... then maybe, just maybe, he might as well check out the new digs. He'd have to anyway, right? Then he'd find a way out, because that's just how it's done. Play their game, sit and wait, and find a way to destroy it from the inside.
At least now, he thinks, strolling for the door, he has a plan.