Adrian Hoch (WIP)

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The Player

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OOC Name:
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Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Other Characters:
None yet!

The Character

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Name:
Adrian Gustov Hoch

Aliases:
- "Strong-Arm" (in the battlesquare scene)
- Addie (to his close friends, usually jokingly)

Age:
Twenty-seven years

Species:
Human

Planet of Origin:
Earth

Gender:
Male


Current Standing:
Battlesquare fighter, and a rather successful one at that, if he does say so himself. (And hell yes, he does. He ain't modest. 'Course, he also is somewhat delusional when it comes to his own "greatness", and he's not that successful -- just enough that he has some cash to burn and some enemies to avoid.)


Detailed Appearance:
If there was a single word to describe Adrian Hoch, it would have to be "flashy." This man is not exactly what you might expect from a fighter, at least in the way he dresses and carries himself; the confidence is there, true, and he certainly is built like a fighter, tall and muscled, but he seems to almost... strut when he walks, and he's always adorned in colorful, showy clothing. Adrian is all glitz and neon-bright colors, skin-tight and gaudily-patterned pants with thick stomping boots and actually glowing midriff tops, all brought together by assloads of accessories that may or may not match the rest of his outfit and are generally tacky -- the only one with any function is his translator headset, which is neon-green. He looks ridiculous, in short.

Flamboyant though he may be, this man is a pretty tough cookie, and the defined muscles of his abdomen and legs, the sheer size of him, make it obvious. His arms, however, are not made of muscle at all; they are robotic, made of a well-polished silver metal (with plenty of wiring and nerves beneath the sleek surface, and decorated by colorful, circular neon lights neatly dotted down the sides of each arm) and just bulky enough to keep his limbs from looking terribly disproportionate to the rest of him, though they are a bit too thin for his strong frame. The knuckles of his robotic hands are studded, allowing him to pack a damn good punch, and the relatively thin limbs contain much more power than they appear to. Further attesting to his status as a battlesquare fighter are the scars that coat his body, from his face to his lower-legs, as well as even the occasional scratch on his metal arms. There are lots of little nicks that left marks, and several bigger, uglier scars, primarily on his chest and back though there is a notable, deep, and painful-looking scar across his neck, right at the jugular.

Adrian's confidence does not come only from his physical strength, however. He also fancies himself to be very good-looking, and admittedly, by the standards of at least a good deal of humans, he is handsome -- though his absolutely ludicrous wardrobe and grating personality do wonders to detract from his appeal. His nose is strong, roman, and he has a square jaw, pronounced cheekbones, and a rather... pretty mouth, his (girlish and a little plump) lips usually quirked in a cocky smile, his straight white teeth that have been knocked out and replaced professionally more than enough times flashed and glinting. He keeps his eyebrows plucked thin and neat and his hair cropped short, only two inches long or so; it is both a vibrant red and extremely curly. His eyes, murky-brown and heavy-lidded, are probably the only non-bright thing about him, for even his skin remains pale and bright and flushed pink by sunburn or dotted by the occasional freckle. He doesn't tan, y'see. Whereas his hair tends to curl wildly, kept under control only by gel and regular trims, Adrian is otherwise well-groomed and cleanly-shaved.

His battlesquare "uniform" is not drastically different to his usual choice of clothing, but it offers a bit more protection and a bit less freedom. (He's not the sort of fighter who focuses on speed anyway, so it isn't a big problem.) His arms are well-protected enough as-is, since the metal they're made of is nigh impossible to cut through or seriously dent, so they are left bare. He does, however, wear a thick, dyed-black leather top and sturdy, neon-green metal shoulder pads to protect his joints where the robotic arms meet human flesh; to have the arms severed would be excruciatingly painful, of course, not to mention disadvantageous in a fight and expensive to have reattached again later. His legs are usually clad in either a good cloth material that allows breathing or in (probably fake) leather similar to his top, though the color tends to be bright either way. He still wears his "stomping boots" in the ring, being quite fond of them and finding them practical.



Strengths:

• Physically powerful and fit, capable of taking a good amount of blunt-force damage before being incapacitated
  
• Confident and clever, though the latter isn't always so obvious
  
• Wealthy, and infamous enough in the underground to be feared by some

Weaknesses:

• Pretty slow-moving; easily overwhelmed by speedy opponents
  
• Is human, and so comes with all your usual human weaknesses and lack of any special abilities
  
• Extremely freaking obnoxious -- is rude, snarky, flamboyant, and loud
  
• Overconfident, and his ginormous ego is pretty much rock-solid and untouchable, though he acts childish and bitter on the rare occasions that he is knocked down from his high horse
  
• Very selfish and not a good team player
  
• Has plenty of enemies
  
• Though he doesn't have a very quick temper, when enraged, acts very rash and oftentimes violent, and may hold grudges against those that piss him off well enough

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Personality:
Well, what could you expect from someone who looks like Adrian does? All of the showy, gaudy, glitzy clothing reflect on his over-dramatic, outgoing, fun-loving and downright flamboyant personality quite well. He's loud and full of grins, and walks with a confident strut, always looking for some kind of party if he's not putting on a different kind of show in the battlesquare ring. Flirtatious, cheerful, and having very little reserve when it comes to new people or old friends, he's good at jumping into conversations and making acquaintances.

Unfortunately, though, he's not a very good person, and most of these acquaintanceships turn sour when his newly-made friends see how obnoxious he really is. It takes one or two exposures on average to see it, but then it's not hard to notice that Adrian is very boisterous and rude, selfish and apathetic towards the feelings of others. He's probably the most cheerful and bubbly asshole you'll ever meet, which makes him more annoying to some people and just more difficult to hate for others. That being said, he is an asshole. He thinks very highly of himself (his ego is the size of a goddamn planet) and always puts himself before others, rarely considering anyone a true friend except out loud, since he's quite happy to lie if it'll make life easier for himself.

Possibly worst of all, he's likely to use others for his own benefit. He may come off like a big sparkling homosexual dunce, thinking of little but parties and sex, battlesquare and money, but in actuality he's quite calculating and smart when he puts his mind to it. He'll do anything from weaseling his way into someone's good books to take advantages of whatever they might be able to provide him with, to making someone thinks he loves them just so he can get some ass and leave them when things get too involved and stop being fun. He's broken plenty of hearts and made plenty of enemies.

The issue with him is that while you can hate him all you want, you gotta be sneaky to get revenge for anything he might do to you out of selfishness or apathy. He's a big guy, and has no qualms against using violence to protect himself from trouble or teach someone a lesson. While he doesn't have much of a temper (insults and attempts at trying on his nerves tend to just make him laugh until it gets boring and seriously obnoxious), when he gets mad, he gets really mad. It's not fun being on his bad side. Sure, he's got plenty of enemies, but they don't usually go after him except in the most underhanded and crooked ways possible.

He loves the fact that people know he's powerful enough to fear. He's at the top of his game, lightheaded and cocky from the power. Adrian likes being in control, admired or feared, it doesn't matter to him which. The attention is something he craves and loves, but... he hasn't quite realized yet that he needs to watch his back. His enemies are being hesitant and sneaky now, sure, but how long will that last? Tough to say. He's gonna get ripped down from that high horse eventually. Right now he's happy to live his life fast and for fun. He'll be careless, except in the ring where it counts. It'll come back to bite him in the ass, but for now, he'll live the high life and fancy himself to be a celebrity.

Prized Possessions:
Adrian isn't the sort to get attached to inanimate objects. He likes money and all the luxuries it can buy, but he's not so attached to anything he owns that he would consider it "prized." And while he could very likely learn to see a gift from someone he truly cares for as a prized possession, he doesn't usually get close to people, and he doesn't get many meaningful gifts. In short, he doesn't have any treasures or items with much sentimental value, thanks to the high-speed, reckless, careless, and ultimately lonely lifestyle.

History:
Where did your character come from? How did they arrive here? Where do they live? How did they grow up--this requires at least 250 words.

Roleplay Sample:
(Pokemon roleplay, hurhur. From Torrenta.)
Oh, good going; Angel had finally managed to get a hold of himself and calm down when Ceneri just had to mention an "overgrown Duskull", which inevitably made the Dusknoir Pokemorph start shaking again. He was unstable enough as it was after the encounter with Hungry Ghost and having anything related get brought up was enough to make him snap at the moment. This time, however, instead of screaming or chanting anything about "ghosts", he simply started to sob loudly, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyelids. Love, who had been hesitantly rubbing a spot between her trainer's shoulder-blades with a long vine sprouted from the bulb on her back, had by now figured out that ghosts obviously had something to do with this unexpected (and, for all she knew, highly out of character) panic attack, and she turned to Ceneri with a scowl on her little Bulbasaur face, waving another vine at the boy in aggravation.

+You shut up! Look, you made him cry! Everyone, please, don't mention ghosts, okay?!+ But she'd said it again, something she realized a second too late with a little wince, and Angel drew in a gasping, shaky breath, then sniffed, trembling harder. Immediately Love turned back to him, shushing him and mumbling "sorry, sorry, calm down, it's okay" while she looked up at the man, apologetic and sheepish; her trainer was making one helluva scene (seeing a grown man cry was always rather pathetic and awkward, but he was doing it in a way that was particularly unnerving and loud) and she wasn't really sure why, but still, she had to support him. She'd try to ask him about it later, when he'd gotten himself composed.

While Love might have been rather perplexed and alarmed by this, it was not, in fact, "out of character" for Angel. She'd yet to see just how damaged and downright crazy her trainer was and could be, and as one would expect, the mention of ghosts, or a particularly nerve-wracking encounter with one, had a deteriorating effect on Angel's sanity. The sooner the Pokemorph could escape and find somewhere to hole up, hide and calm down, the better. Love definitely understood that much.