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I'll stick Jim's infodump here, and wave my hands about and pretend you guys already know about all of my other boys.
I would have had this up sooner so as to avoid me clinging for dear life to the rear end of the bandwagon, but I was busy making a flour sack leap off a cliff. No, Really.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes.
The New Kid!
Jim Hawkins is a bright young man of fifteen years, with a bit of a roguish bent about him. He dresses in baggy clothing, has one pierced ear, and wears his brown hair in a sort of short-shaved-ponytail combination that you really just don’t see every day. He’s not a tall kid, still slightly shorter than his mom, but he’s still only fifteen, so he’s got a bit of time to grow, yet.
Jim is, to say the least, a bit of a spitfire. He’s got all of the requisite soft squishy bits of a boy whose father walked out on him and his mother when he was still young, and wants nothing more than to be a good kid and to take care of his mom, but he lacks guidance, and gave up actually looking for it a long time ago. Now, in spite of the fact that he’s a brilliant mind (he built his first Solar Surfer at the age of eight, and took about thirty seconds to crack the code on a treasure map that even a notable astrophysicist admitted would take taken months for him to solve), he’s failing all of his classes at school, and frequently gets escorted back home by the Robo-Cops with threats of juvenile hall for offences that he repeats so often, he knows them right down to the very paragraph in the lawbooks.
Jim’s problem isn’t that he’s a bad kid, really. It’s that he dreams big, with an upbringing that consisted more of storybooks about pirates than it was about quality time with his dad, and he wants to see these wonders for himself, rather than being trapped on the mining planet of Montressor, helping bus dishes for his mom for the rest of his life. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, and most of his trouble stems from thrill-seeking, from doing his solar surfing in restricted areas, and so on. If nobody gets hurt, then what’s the problem, right? Those cops are probably just bored on a planet where nothing ever happens, and so they won’t leave him alone!
The Canon!
Yeah, I'm apping another Disney kid. If any of you remember my run with Lumiere or even Warren Peace, this probably shouldn't come as a huge shock.
Not familiar with Treasure Planet? Are you familiar at all with the classic novel, Treasure Island? If you are, you already know the story. Just toss it into a version of outer space that has atmosphere (called the Etherium), and that would be Treasure Planet.
I won't lie. I think the movie is awesome. So ner.
Holy Crap, A Kid Without Powers?
What is the world coming to, when I go and app a mostly normal student?!
Yeah, mostly. Jim is from spaaaace, after all. He is, as I said before, a pretty clever kid, who can build things like flying surfboards and who can idly crack the code on mysterious spheres meant to hide the treasure of a thousand worlds from the population of the known galaxy. He’s bright, even for a world with technology like this. He just doesn’t tend to exercise that brilliance for much more than his own enjoyment.
Can you blame him? I’d spend all of my time riding my flying surfboard too, if I had been able to build one at the age of eight.
The Player!
Shannon is...
* The mun formerly known as iBook/Macbeef/Macbeth, and also playing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_a_parakeet (student), raspberryturk (teacher), and furnaceface (alumni)!
* Hooked on Final Fantasy and X-Men things. I blame Relly for the first. I blame everyone else for the second.
* Playing a character outside of Final Fantasy and X-Men for the first time in... Wow. Years? But hey, considering Marvel is owned by Disney now, and the Final Fantasy boys are tied into Disney via Kingdom Hearts, Jim isn't that much of a stretch.
* Lives on the East coast of Canada! In that magical time zone that America doesn't actually have. Which means I go to bed about an hour or so before a large chunk of the game does, and possibly before some people on the West coast even get home from work.
* And so slowplay is love, always.
* An animation student, in class full-time on the weekdays and generally up to my nostrils in homework on the weekends. I have better hygiene than most animators I've met, though. Believe it or not, there is such a thing as 'wet animator smell.'
* Is totally aware that the lyrics to the song explicitly state that Jim is not an answer to be heard, but the username was free, dammit.
* Can be reached on AIM at raspberryturk or soldierhonour, with that 'U' in there because I am Canadian, dangit. *Hugs a moose.*
* Does not say it like "Aboot." ... Though I am starting to pick up on the Maritime accent, so "Aboat" is a vague possibility.
* Does, however, say "Eh." Often. And "Yo," but I blame that on Reno.
* Loves meeting people! If you ever want to thread or plot, ping me. I don't bite. :)
I would have had this up sooner so as to avoid me clinging for dear life to the rear end of the bandwagon, but I was busy making a flour sack leap off a cliff. No, Really.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes.
The New Kid!
Jim Hawkins is a bright young man of fifteen years, with a bit of a roguish bent about him. He dresses in baggy clothing, has one pierced ear, and wears his brown hair in a sort of short-shaved-ponytail combination that you really just don’t see every day. He’s not a tall kid, still slightly shorter than his mom, but he’s still only fifteen, so he’s got a bit of time to grow, yet.
Jim is, to say the least, a bit of a spitfire. He’s got all of the requisite soft squishy bits of a boy whose father walked out on him and his mother when he was still young, and wants nothing more than to be a good kid and to take care of his mom, but he lacks guidance, and gave up actually looking for it a long time ago. Now, in spite of the fact that he’s a brilliant mind (he built his first Solar Surfer at the age of eight, and took about thirty seconds to crack the code on a treasure map that even a notable astrophysicist admitted would take taken months for him to solve), he’s failing all of his classes at school, and frequently gets escorted back home by the Robo-Cops with threats of juvenile hall for offences that he repeats so often, he knows them right down to the very paragraph in the lawbooks.
Jim’s problem isn’t that he’s a bad kid, really. It’s that he dreams big, with an upbringing that consisted more of storybooks about pirates than it was about quality time with his dad, and he wants to see these wonders for himself, rather than being trapped on the mining planet of Montressor, helping bus dishes for his mom for the rest of his life. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, and most of his trouble stems from thrill-seeking, from doing his solar surfing in restricted areas, and so on. If nobody gets hurt, then what’s the problem, right? Those cops are probably just bored on a planet where nothing ever happens, and so they won’t leave him alone!
The Canon!
Yeah, I'm apping another Disney kid. If any of you remember my run with Lumiere or even Warren Peace, this probably shouldn't come as a huge shock.
Not familiar with Treasure Planet? Are you familiar at all with the classic novel, Treasure Island? If you are, you already know the story. Just toss it into a version of outer space that has atmosphere (called the Etherium), and that would be Treasure Planet.
I won't lie. I think the movie is awesome. So ner.
Holy Crap, A Kid Without Powers?
What is the world coming to, when I go and app a mostly normal student?!
Yeah, mostly. Jim is from spaaaace, after all. He is, as I said before, a pretty clever kid, who can build things like flying surfboards and who can idly crack the code on mysterious spheres meant to hide the treasure of a thousand worlds from the population of the known galaxy. He’s bright, even for a world with technology like this. He just doesn’t tend to exercise that brilliance for much more than his own enjoyment.
Can you blame him? I’d spend all of my time riding my flying surfboard too, if I had been able to build one at the age of eight.
The Player!
Shannon is...
* The mun formerly known as iBook/Macbeef/Macbeth, and also playing
not_a_parakeet (student), raspberryturk (teacher), and furnaceface (alumni)!* Hooked on Final Fantasy and X-Men things. I blame Relly for the first. I blame everyone else for the second.
* Playing a character outside of Final Fantasy and X-Men for the first time in... Wow. Years? But hey, considering Marvel is owned by Disney now, and the Final Fantasy boys are tied into Disney via Kingdom Hearts, Jim isn't that much of a stretch.
* Lives on the East coast of Canada! In that magical time zone that America doesn't actually have. Which means I go to bed about an hour or so before a large chunk of the game does, and possibly before some people on the West coast even get home from work.
* And so slowplay is love, always.
* An animation student, in class full-time on the weekdays and generally up to my nostrils in homework on the weekends. I have better hygiene than most animators I've met, though. Believe it or not, there is such a thing as 'wet animator smell.'
* Is totally aware that the lyrics to the song explicitly state that Jim is not an answer to be heard, but the username was free, dammit.
* Can be reached on AIM at raspberryturk or soldierhonour, with that 'U' in there because I am Canadian, dangit. *Hugs a moose.*
* Does not say it like "Aboot." ... Though I am starting to pick up on the Maritime accent, so "Aboat" is a vague possibility.
* Does, however, say "Eh." Often. And "Yo," but I blame that on Reno.
* Loves meeting people! If you ever want to thread or plot, ping me. I don't bite. :)
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