Post by DanteHyu on Jan 8, 2011 19:10:10 GMT -5
A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits
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Username: DanteHyu
Is This Character Canon?: NoLink to Audition Thread:
Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It
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Name: Leonard Whitmickey a.k.a. Maestro Pandemonium
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Radiant Garden
Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe
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Appearance: Maestro has the appearance of a very nerdy, yet slightly intimidating man. He has his dirty blonde hair slicked back, a visor/headset piece keeping it back. This headset acts as a pair of glasses, since he complains about them making him look retarded. The visor also acts as something he can keep track of his music with. His eyes, though usually kept under his visor, are aqua with a few streaks of brown thrown in. Maestro likes to look relatively sharp for his “concerts”, so he wears a red and white tuxedo. The shirt is a normal white dress shirt with a black tie. The coat is a medium red with a white stripe going down both sides. The slacks are pure white and are held up by a black belt.
His shoes are black and shined to near perfection. He wears a pair of gloves and carries a relatively long walking cane made of oak and has a conductor’s baton tucked in beneath his belt. A hidden sword is located inside the cane.
Personality:•General Persona: M.P. is a very eccentric man, making gestures with his hands as he speaks. He speaks quite loudly so that he knows everyone can hear him. As an inventor of sorts, he occasionally will stop dead in his tracks of doing something and stop to contemplate if his calculations for his next attack will hit. He also has the habit of thinking out-loud and forgetting about nearly everything around him.
Leonard is quite intelligent, being able to invent things in his own home with a relatively small budget, but he has decided to use his intellectual prowess for evil instead of helping around town. Ever since he was told by his mother that he was going to be a nobody and a bum and after being told by his father that he was a useless mechanic and was barely able to lift anything with his flimsy muscles, he turned to the voice he hears inside of his head and uses it to compare ideas and whatnots.
•Inner Thought Process: Yes. M.P. is slightly insane and will sometimes even talk tom himself, forgetting that the voice isn’t outside of his mind and that other people don’t hear it. The voice constantly tells him how to better do things and will somehow cause Maestro some slight head pains if he continues to do things wrongly.
•Fears: Being accused of being useless and pathetic. Conducting his music at a slower or faster rate than normal.
•Pleasures: Being feared. Showing people that he’s not useless.
•Quirks: If taken lightly, he’ll come at you full force. He hates when people look down on his abilities.But With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility
Character Class: Initiate, Tier 1
Stats:
•Strength: 5
•Cunning: 50
•Agility: 5
Weapons:
Weapons:
Primary Weapon Name: Pandora’s Gift
Primary Weapon Type: Ranged
Primary Weapon Description: This was the object that Leonard created when he first started out as a villain. This was Pandora’s Gift; a white, metal conductor’s baton with a small red button on the bottom. The tip of it is fixated with a small, green LED that activates when the button is pressed. The wand spits out up to four musical notes. Leonard can control how many notes come out at once, though.
Secondary Weapon Name: Cane Blade
Secondary Weapon Type: Bladed
Secondary Weapon Description: What would happen if Maestro lost his baton? Oh no! Never fear, because this light, hidden weapon can be used as a back-up in needed times. The weapon is about three feet from tip of the blade to bottom of hilt. The blade itself is two-and-a-half feet long with a half foot long hilt. The hilt and the cane disguise are both made of bright oak.
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But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"
[/b][/size][/center][/u]History: Leonard Whitmickey. He was the picture next to the word “Nerd” in the dictionary. He was slightly chubby; he had greasy hair, glasses, braces, and a bad case of “no fashion sense”. He was the one people would laugh at to make themselves feel better. He was the one who loved band because that was one of the only places he knew he could be without having taunts thrown at him from every direction.
At that point, his parents weren’t really worried about him being a failure. He was just a young teenager and there was so much time for him to grow into a successful young man. Sadly, this wasn’t the case. Throughout his high school career, Leonard only lost his acne, braces and got a better wardrobe, but his glasses and his nerdiness were still there. He made no effort to go to the gym or start working with his father early on. He decided to stay home, be alone, and play games.
As all of his classmates began to flourish into fine, young adults, Leonard just sat there as usual. He started to invent small things, like a robotic disk that vacuumed and a robotic hand that would help get him things he wouldn’t be able to reach from his seat, but other than that… Well, he was really just sitting there. His parents still just wished that their child would grow out of this phase so that he may marry a fine woman and get a fine job and have a fine family. They only asked for so much…
~~~The Argument~~~
“You’re going to be a bum if you don’t start shaping up! You need to stop all of this nonsense and go get a real job!” His mother was yelling at him again. It wasn’t the first time and surely wasn’t going to be the last. He responded as he would to the question whenever it came out. “Look, mother… I’m looking for that job. Really, I am. Just give me some time, please?” His mother stood there. She held a sponge in her hand and a pair of her husband’s pants in the other. She had just finished drying them for his day at work, but that didn’t stop her from dropping everything she was holding and pointing here slightly wrinkled finger at her lazy son.
“That’s what you always say! That’s what you always use to get out of trying to get a job! You’re going to be a nobody if you keep acting like this! Your father has offered you a job at his shop and I expect you to go there today and see how everything is done! Do I make myself clear!?” Leonard simply stared. He didn’t move and it looked like he wasn’t even breathing. Time seriously went still.
The young man turned off the T.V. and stood from the couch. He took one last look at his mother and walked upstairs to find his father. When he reached up to the top floor, he went straight to his parent’s room and knocked on the door. It took no longer than two seconds for his father to open the door and look a bit surprised. “Yes? What’s going on, son?”
“Father… Could I head over to work with you today? I’d… like to get a feel of the shop.” His father looked like he was about to faint! He went into his room again, grabbed a pair of working gloves and a pair of old pants and threw them into his son’s arms. “Hurry, hurry! Put these on and come with me! I’ve got so much to show you!” Leonard zoomed into his room and slipped into the pants and put on the gloves. He was surprised that everything fit so snuggly. Usually his father’s clothing never fit him.
He quickly rushed downstairs to see his father who handed him a metal lunchbox. “Here. Take this, son.” The young man took the box and noticed his mother at the table. He didn’t glance at her, but he just noticed her there.
~~~Hour after arriving at the shop~~~
“Well, that’s all you need to know, sport! As long as you don’t forget all of that, you’ll do great.” Leonard nodded. “Hey, Greg! We need you over here. We’ve gotta lift something and all of the machines are taken up already. I think we’ll be good with a few more people.” Leonard’s father waved at him and clenched the young man’s shoulder. “Well, here you go. Let’s lift this thing, eh?” Leonard gave a slight smile and followed his father as they both walked into the main workshop. There were large machines with steam rushing through the machines and in the middle of them all was a sizable crate.
There were a good number of people surrounding the object and the two new people went over and took a side. “Alright, guys, get ready. Three, two, one… Lift!” The group of people lifted and exerted their full force into lifting the object. There were three people on each side and one person on Leonard’s side was slacking. Unfortunately, it was Leonard. The box began to lean towards the young man’s side and the people began to complain. “It’s becoming unbalanced! Someone push harder! We’re almost there!”
It was no good and the group had to lead themselves in and odd fashion towards the lifting hydraulics. “Hey! Who the heck wasn’t lifting!? God grief! My back was about to go out!” “No kidding, Tim! I thought we were gonna drop that and lose everything.” Leonard began to turn beet red. He knew he messed up and sooner or later they were going to find out. “It had to be the kid. Look at him! He’s just a noodle! Greg, you don’t need to be bringing your son in here if he ain’t ready to work!” Greg just shook his head and didn’t look at his son the entire time the workers were complaining.
~~~Going home~~~
“I guess it’s true.” Leonard’s father held his head low and didn’t even take a single glance at his son. “Your mother was right. You’re going to be nothing but a failure. You’re so weak and so… so useless. Not only did you almost cause my workers major injuries, but whenever I asked you to get me something… you forgot what I was talking about and just stared into space! What’s going on? I thought you were at least supposed to be smart!”
That was the last thing that was said the entire way home. After they arrived, Leonard just went up to his room. The stairs seemed a bit longer this time around, but he didn’t really care. He got into his room and threw himself onto the bed. There was almost NOTHING he could do right. Nothing. He just stared at the ceiling.
Then, he had an idea. What was the one thing that he was really good at? Inventing things. What he lacked in strength and charm, he made up for in mind power. He also had the ability to make great music. What would that do for him, though? There was absolutely nothing that these two abilities would do together. Well… He was an inventor. He could make it work.
~~~After the invention~~~
The finishing touches were placed on his new pieces of technology. They were cheap materials that he had left over and some pieces from his father’s workplace that he begged for him to bring home. His father didn’t care too much for why he needed the pieces, since it wasn’t the first thing that the young man had invented.
He took his two new inventions, the Conducting Visor and the Note Baton, and tested them. He synced the two items together and placed the headset over his head, removing his glasses beforehand. Then, he picked up the Beat Baton and pressed the button on the side, the LED light at the very tip lighting up with a light blue. As the notes passed by his visor screen, he lifted and dropped the baton to match the speed and notes being played.
Before him were physical notes. They were out in the open and actually able to be manipulated. He told the notes to go and hit the ceiling and they followed the orders, but they disappeared in a burst of digital light. He saw the red cool-down meter in his visor and waited for about a minute, and then he made a few more notes. The most he could make at the moment were four.
Leonard was so amazed. He didn’t even know how he was able to make this all happen, but it was! Right before his eyes! The young man took off the visor and placed it down on a desk next to him. He knew his place in this world. Everyone who wronged him and everyone who looked down on him… They would pay.
He needed to make a name. He needed to have an identity that wouldn’t let people know that it was him. He would need to wear different clothes. He had just what he needed. ”How about the name… Maestro Pandemonium? It sounds about right, hm?” “Hm? Who is that?” ”That’s not what’s really important right now. All that matters is that I’m here to help you. Leonard was a bit frightened.
”Look. I’ve always been here with you. Remember those times when you would hear an answer to a question you would ask in your head? Yes. That was me, even if you didn’t believe it.” “So… You’ll always be there?” ”Yes. Without a doubt, my friend. I will help you out with any questions or problems that you may have.” Leonard thought it was quite odd, maybe even a bit cliché, but he didn’t care. He had someone who would share his views.
There was someone who would not judge him. There was no stopping his reign of terror against the citizens of Radiant Garden. Forget the good guys. He wanted to be an evil overlord. Finally, his right to rule all that he saw before him was about to come to him. He was about to become a king!
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