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[OOC Information]
Name: Shay
Age: 27
AIM and/or Plurk / E-mail / Dreamwidth journal: ShayCaron on Plurk / shay@forresterlabs.com / shaycaron on DW
What characters do you play here already, if any? None!
Where did you hear about Just A Game? Word of mouth, I believe? It was a while ago.
Have you seen MST3K before? The entire Sci-Fi run and many of the Comedy Central eps.
[IC Information]
Character Name: Spike
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Gender: Male
Age: "Baby dragon" is as specific as canon gets, but in terms of emotional maturity he strikes me as teenaged.
Species: Dragon! He's only a couple feet tall, so no resizing will be necessary.
Appearance:
Spike is a very young dragon, about two or three feet tall (with no humans in Equestria, it's difficult to judge exactly). He's bipedal, with thick, stubby legs and thinner arms that end in blunt claws. His scales are purple, though his underbelly is a pale green, resembling the belly of an alligator, and he has dark green spines with rounded tips running from the top of his head down his back to the tip of his tail. His eyes are the same green as his spines, with vertically slitted pupils, and two yellow-green fins rest on either side of his head in place of ears. In terms of proportions, his large head and round belly give him a very young appearance.
Personality:
Even without looking at him, it's easy to tell that Spike is a young dragon. He's very playful and energetic, easily excited, and eager to make new friends. At times he acts very much like your typical little boy, accidentally insulting or thoughtlessly teasing, but there's rarely any real malice in it. He *can* get a little snarky when he feels especially put-upon, though. Spike claims not to like "girly" stuff, but that's more to put up a "manly" front than out of real distaste. Deep down he doesn't mind it that much, as evidenced by his excitement at being able to go to the Grand Galloping Gala. Not to mention his passionate crush on Rarity -- any time he's talking about her, you can expect his speech to take a turn for the flowery and romantic.
He may be young and relatively immature, but Spike is still a very diligent worker. In his job description are such tasks as message delivery, book sorting, cleaning, and cooking, and while he may occasionally complain, he definitely takes pride in his work. If he's taken on a task, he'll do his best to carry it to completion. Spike cares very much for his "boss" Twilight -- she's really more like a sister- or mother-figure, and her opinion of him means more than just about anything. In one episode believing that she's replacing him is enough to make him panic, attempt to frame his "replacement", and then run away from home when that fails. When Spike gets worked up, he doesn't really think straight. On the other hoof, Spike can often be a source of common sense when *Twilight* is the one who's gotten herself worked up.
Over his time with the Princess and Twilight, Spike has collected quite an eclectic array of skills. He can play the piano, for instance, and he's also a fairly accomplished cook. He doesn't shy away from physical labor, either. He can spend all day carrying books or digging up gems, and as long as he's shown a little appreciation for his efforts, he'll do it with a smile.
History:
Spike is a young dragon living among ponies, originally hatched by Twilight Sparkle as part of the entrance exam to a magic academy. Princess Celestia raised him and taught him until he was old enough to hold a quill, and then he came to live with Twilight, acting as her scribe, assistant, and friend. When the Princess sent Twilight to Ponyville, Spike came along to manage her to-do list, and that's where they remain to this day, having various adventures with the friends they've made.
Spike will be taken from directly after episode 2x11, "Hearth's Warming Eve". His most recent adventures include an episode where his draconic instincts temporarily caused him to grow huge and rampage around Ponyville, greedily hoarding everything he could find. He later acted as the narrator for a play describing the founding of Equestria, the nation in which he was born and raised.
Extra notes:
Spike can breathe green fire! I'd like to let him keep it just for the comedic potential (he's been known to accidentally destroy things with a sneeze), but if it needs to be removed or powered down while he's on the Satellite, that's fine too.
Cambot post sample:
Hey! Hello! [There's someone talking, but Cambot's video doesn't show anyone at all. Strange. After a second, the top of a green-spined head can be seen at the bottom of the feed, hopping up into view for just an instant.] C'mon, you're just making fun of me, aren't you? Down here!
[Finally Cambot pans down, to display... what seems to be a little purple dragon! He grins and waves a claw to the camera.] That's more like it. So, hey there! My name's Spike! I, uh, guess I just got here? So I'd kinda like to know what's going on... And if any of my friends from Ponyville are here, let me know! Twilight? Rarity? Er... Anypony?
[As if realizing how much worry is slipping into his voice, Spike suddenly puts on a tough face.] I mean, hey, it's not like I'm nervous or anything! I'm totally fine up here! On my own. Completely lost. In a dark... unfamiliar corridor. [A beat. He swallows audibly.] Just, y'know, it'd be nice to see a familiar face or two!
[A pipe hisses suddenly in the background, and Spike jumps.] ...Please?
Third-person log sample:
As strange as it was being trapped in space by a pair of insane "humans" (whatever those were), being on the Satellite of Love did have its good points. For example: the cafeteria deck. Spike considered himself a bit of an amateur cook, stemming from the times when Twilight got too engrossed in her studying to remember ponies needed to eat now and then. And not only did the kitchen give him a chance to work his culinary magic, he'd heard its synthesizer could create just about any ingredient he needed! He could make all sorts of dishes that he'd never had the chance to try out back home! A few good meals would cheer everyone on the Satellite up, and maybe he could even put together a nice romantic dinner for Rarity...
Spike shook his head to clear the fantasies from his imagination. He could think about that after he'd gotten some practice in.
Dragging a stool over to the synthesizer, he hopped up and gave it a critical eye. Any ingredient, they'd said. Maybe even ingredients for dragon cuisine? "Hmm, I wonder..." The little dragon reached out with one claw to type in "DIAMONDS". ERROR. "Aw, come on!" Spike groaned. He tried again, with "RUBIES" and "EMERALDS" and "SAPPHIRES", but no luck. Maybe, for some weird reason, the synthesizer didn't think gemstones counted as food? Talk about annoying.
Oh, well, at least he still had plenty of pony dishes to make. Maybe those triple-decker nut-crazy vanilla cream cookies everypony loved back home? Spike cracked his knuckles and started typing with a grin. He'd show the Mads they couldn't keep him down, and the entire Satellite would see just why he was Twilight's number one assistant.
Riff sample:
Is this part of the act?
SPIKE: One sentence in and the narrator's already confused. We're in good hooves, folks.
If so, I’m impressed, Maggie thought, fanning her suddenly hot face with an Orcaland program.
“He’s a trespasser!” one man in the crowd accused. “Put him in the slammer.”
SPIKE: And then slam him in the putter!
The guy’s stout body sported a T-shirt proclaiming, 'If Swimming Is So Good For Your Weight, How Do You Explain Whales?'
SPIKE: Uh, I don't explain whales, usually. Go find Twilight, she's always glad to talk somepony's ear off.
“Ha!” the blond god exclaimed. He stood in water up to his waist now, at least fifteen feet away.
SPIKE: Away from what? When you draw us a picture with your words, it's not supposed to be in crayon.
“The first person who tries to slam me will be missing an essential body part. Besides, there is no such thing as trespassing in Valhalla.” The man’s voice carried over the crowd in a strange foreign accent.
SPIKE: He was clearly from Fillydelphia.
“This ain’t Vail, fella,” a cowboy-clad, gray-haired man commented in a heavy Southern drawl.
SPIKE: Hang on, he's wearing a cowboy? ... Awkward.
“This heah’s Texas. You’re ‘bout two thousand miles off-course. Ha, ha, ha!”
“Tax-us? Many lands require scutage, but ne’er have I heard of a country that asks to be taxed.” The hunk just shook his head in confusion.
SPIKE: Oh, come on, no one thinks like that! Everypony knows a name is just a name! I mean, just 'cause my home's called Ponyville doesn't mean it has to be... full of... ponies? ... Huh...
-------------------------------------------------------
What do you think, sirs?
He tried to kill me with a forklift... Olé!
Name: Shay
Age: 27
AIM and/or Plurk / E-mail / Dreamwidth journal: ShayCaron on Plurk / shay@forresterlabs.com / shaycaron on DW
What characters do you play here already, if any? None!
Where did you hear about Just A Game? Word of mouth, I believe? It was a while ago.
Have you seen MST3K before? The entire Sci-Fi run and many of the Comedy Central eps.
[IC Information]
Character Name: Spike
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Gender: Male
Age: "Baby dragon" is as specific as canon gets, but in terms of emotional maturity he strikes me as teenaged.
Species: Dragon! He's only a couple feet tall, so no resizing will be necessary.
Appearance:
Spike is a very young dragon, about two or three feet tall (with no humans in Equestria, it's difficult to judge exactly). He's bipedal, with thick, stubby legs and thinner arms that end in blunt claws. His scales are purple, though his underbelly is a pale green, resembling the belly of an alligator, and he has dark green spines with rounded tips running from the top of his head down his back to the tip of his tail. His eyes are the same green as his spines, with vertically slitted pupils, and two yellow-green fins rest on either side of his head in place of ears. In terms of proportions, his large head and round belly give him a very young appearance.
Personality:
Even without looking at him, it's easy to tell that Spike is a young dragon. He's very playful and energetic, easily excited, and eager to make new friends. At times he acts very much like your typical little boy, accidentally insulting or thoughtlessly teasing, but there's rarely any real malice in it. He *can* get a little snarky when he feels especially put-upon, though. Spike claims not to like "girly" stuff, but that's more to put up a "manly" front than out of real distaste. Deep down he doesn't mind it that much, as evidenced by his excitement at being able to go to the Grand Galloping Gala. Not to mention his passionate crush on Rarity -- any time he's talking about her, you can expect his speech to take a turn for the flowery and romantic.
He may be young and relatively immature, but Spike is still a very diligent worker. In his job description are such tasks as message delivery, book sorting, cleaning, and cooking, and while he may occasionally complain, he definitely takes pride in his work. If he's taken on a task, he'll do his best to carry it to completion. Spike cares very much for his "boss" Twilight -- she's really more like a sister- or mother-figure, and her opinion of him means more than just about anything. In one episode believing that she's replacing him is enough to make him panic, attempt to frame his "replacement", and then run away from home when that fails. When Spike gets worked up, he doesn't really think straight. On the other hoof, Spike can often be a source of common sense when *Twilight* is the one who's gotten herself worked up.
Over his time with the Princess and Twilight, Spike has collected quite an eclectic array of skills. He can play the piano, for instance, and he's also a fairly accomplished cook. He doesn't shy away from physical labor, either. He can spend all day carrying books or digging up gems, and as long as he's shown a little appreciation for his efforts, he'll do it with a smile.
History:
Spike is a young dragon living among ponies, originally hatched by Twilight Sparkle as part of the entrance exam to a magic academy. Princess Celestia raised him and taught him until he was old enough to hold a quill, and then he came to live with Twilight, acting as her scribe, assistant, and friend. When the Princess sent Twilight to Ponyville, Spike came along to manage her to-do list, and that's where they remain to this day, having various adventures with the friends they've made.
Spike will be taken from directly after episode 2x11, "Hearth's Warming Eve". His most recent adventures include an episode where his draconic instincts temporarily caused him to grow huge and rampage around Ponyville, greedily hoarding everything he could find. He later acted as the narrator for a play describing the founding of Equestria, the nation in which he was born and raised.
Extra notes:
Spike can breathe green fire! I'd like to let him keep it just for the comedic potential (he's been known to accidentally destroy things with a sneeze), but if it needs to be removed or powered down while he's on the Satellite, that's fine too.
Cambot post sample:
Hey! Hello! [There's someone talking, but Cambot's video doesn't show anyone at all. Strange. After a second, the top of a green-spined head can be seen at the bottom of the feed, hopping up into view for just an instant.] C'mon, you're just making fun of me, aren't you? Down here!
[Finally Cambot pans down, to display... what seems to be a little purple dragon! He grins and waves a claw to the camera.] That's more like it. So, hey there! My name's Spike! I, uh, guess I just got here? So I'd kinda like to know what's going on... And if any of my friends from Ponyville are here, let me know! Twilight? Rarity? Er... Anypony?
[As if realizing how much worry is slipping into his voice, Spike suddenly puts on a tough face.] I mean, hey, it's not like I'm nervous or anything! I'm totally fine up here! On my own. Completely lost. In a dark... unfamiliar corridor. [A beat. He swallows audibly.] Just, y'know, it'd be nice to see a familiar face or two!
[A pipe hisses suddenly in the background, and Spike jumps.] ...Please?
Third-person log sample:
As strange as it was being trapped in space by a pair of insane "humans" (whatever those were), being on the Satellite of Love did have its good points. For example: the cafeteria deck. Spike considered himself a bit of an amateur cook, stemming from the times when Twilight got too engrossed in her studying to remember ponies needed to eat now and then. And not only did the kitchen give him a chance to work his culinary magic, he'd heard its synthesizer could create just about any ingredient he needed! He could make all sorts of dishes that he'd never had the chance to try out back home! A few good meals would cheer everyone on the Satellite up, and maybe he could even put together a nice romantic dinner for Rarity...
Spike shook his head to clear the fantasies from his imagination. He could think about that after he'd gotten some practice in.
Dragging a stool over to the synthesizer, he hopped up and gave it a critical eye. Any ingredient, they'd said. Maybe even ingredients for dragon cuisine? "Hmm, I wonder..." The little dragon reached out with one claw to type in "DIAMONDS". ERROR. "Aw, come on!" Spike groaned. He tried again, with "RUBIES" and "EMERALDS" and "SAPPHIRES", but no luck. Maybe, for some weird reason, the synthesizer didn't think gemstones counted as food? Talk about annoying.
Oh, well, at least he still had plenty of pony dishes to make. Maybe those triple-decker nut-crazy vanilla cream cookies everypony loved back home? Spike cracked his knuckles and started typing with a grin. He'd show the Mads they couldn't keep him down, and the entire Satellite would see just why he was Twilight's number one assistant.
Riff sample:
Is this part of the act?
SPIKE: One sentence in and the narrator's already confused. We're in good hooves, folks.
If so, I’m impressed, Maggie thought, fanning her suddenly hot face with an Orcaland program.
“He’s a trespasser!” one man in the crowd accused. “Put him in the slammer.”
SPIKE: And then slam him in the putter!
The guy’s stout body sported a T-shirt proclaiming, 'If Swimming Is So Good For Your Weight, How Do You Explain Whales?'
SPIKE: Uh, I don't explain whales, usually. Go find Twilight, she's always glad to talk somepony's ear off.
“Ha!” the blond god exclaimed. He stood in water up to his waist now, at least fifteen feet away.
SPIKE: Away from what? When you draw us a picture with your words, it's not supposed to be in crayon.
“The first person who tries to slam me will be missing an essential body part. Besides, there is no such thing as trespassing in Valhalla.” The man’s voice carried over the crowd in a strange foreign accent.
SPIKE: He was clearly from Fillydelphia.
“This ain’t Vail, fella,” a cowboy-clad, gray-haired man commented in a heavy Southern drawl.
SPIKE: Hang on, he's wearing a cowboy? ... Awkward.
“This heah’s Texas. You’re ‘bout two thousand miles off-course. Ha, ha, ha!”
“Tax-us? Many lands require scutage, but ne’er have I heard of a country that asks to be taxed.” The hunk just shook his head in confusion.
SPIKE: Oh, come on, no one thinks like that! Everypony knows a name is just a name! I mean, just 'cause my home's called Ponyville doesn't mean it has to be... full of... ponies? ... Huh...
-------------------------------------------------------
What do you think, sirs?
He tried to kill me with a forklift... Olé!