Post by Rocket Raccoon on Apr 24, 2015 4:51:10 GMT
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GROUP GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY
AGE ??
GENDER M
HEIGHT 4'0"
WEIGHT 55LBS
POWER LEVEL 4
POSITIVE + intelligent + born leader + good at heart + determined + caring (even if he doesn't ever show it. It's internal.)
NEGATIVE - short-tempered - holds grudges - sarcastic - foul-mouthed - emotionally vulnerable
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[attr="class","dupertext"]POWERS / SKILLS
▀ GUNS
▀ EXPLOSIVES
▀ LOCKPICKING
▀ REPAIR
▀ SCIENCE
EQUIPMENT
▀ GRENADE MACHINEGUN
▀ .357 MAGNUM REVOLVER
APPLICATION Rocket Raccoon was created on Halfworld at the hands of a team of scientists who intended him to be a prison guard to watch over the 'loonies' - Halfworld's aptly named insane human inhabitants. Originally, he lacked a name and was simply referred to as 'Subject 89-P13', but as he showed himself to have far more emotional depth (making him a defect in the eyes of his creators) than simply a living weapon, he gained a name - Rocket. Soon after, he met other defects - Wal-Russ, Blackjack O'Hare, and Lylla - Halfworld's 'defects' became the most interesting thing about the place, which bothered Rocket - the lack of interest on the planet was driving him mad.
So he left, leaving his relationship with Lylla, his friendship with Wal-Russ, and his growing animosity with Blackjack behind to explore the galaxy, eventually meeting Groot - his closest companion - and becoming a bounty hunter. After taking the bounty on Peter Jason Quill, aka Star-Lord, he joined the Guardians of the Galaxy.
And now Quill crashed the Milano - their base, their only base - into Terra. And how excellent that's been.
"So, how's the progress on fixing it?" Quill asks -- far too casually for the situation. Rocket can't help but grimace.
"Quill, I'm going to be straight with you, alright?"
"Okay."
"You're a flarkin' idiot and we're going to be stuck here for a long time thanks to your Grade-A dipshittery. So congratulations." Rocket snapped, slamming his wrench down onto the ground and staring at the Terran. "I knew you wanted to visit this stupid place again, so here we are! Welcome to Terra! Enjoy all the wasteland bullshit you could ever ask for!"
Quill stepped back with an expression reading 'oh-here-we-go'. "I'm sick and tired of the fact that we always end up worse than where we were previously! We have an alright time, and next thing you know, we're stuck in the middle of nowhere! WHOOPS, THE TERRAN SAYS, I MAY HAVE JUST FUCKED UP! YES, YOU FUCKED UP! AMAZING! WE. ARE. SCREWED! ETERNALLY!" Rocket pauses, taking a long breath.
"...Feel better?" Quill asks hesitantly.
"....Only a bit." Rocket replies, pinching the bridge of his forehead. "Only a bit."
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[attr="class","dupertitle"]ROCKET RACCOON
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AKA N/AGROUP GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY
AGE ??
GENDER M
HEIGHT 4'0"
WEIGHT 55LBS
POWER LEVEL 4
POSITIVE + intelligent + born leader + good at heart + determined + caring (even if he doesn't ever show it. It's internal.)
NEGATIVE - short-tempered - holds grudges - sarcastic - foul-mouthed - emotionally vulnerable
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I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I AM - A GENIUS OF MYSELF!
[attr="class","dupertext"]POWERS / SKILLS
▀ GUNS
▀ EXPLOSIVES
▀ LOCKPICKING
▀ REPAIR
▀ SCIENCE
EQUIPMENT
▀ GRENADE MACHINEGUN
▀ .357 MAGNUM REVOLVER
APPLICATION Rocket Raccoon was created on Halfworld at the hands of a team of scientists who intended him to be a prison guard to watch over the 'loonies' - Halfworld's aptly named insane human inhabitants. Originally, he lacked a name and was simply referred to as 'Subject 89-P13', but as he showed himself to have far more emotional depth (making him a defect in the eyes of his creators) than simply a living weapon, he gained a name - Rocket. Soon after, he met other defects - Wal-Russ, Blackjack O'Hare, and Lylla - Halfworld's 'defects' became the most interesting thing about the place, which bothered Rocket - the lack of interest on the planet was driving him mad.
So he left, leaving his relationship with Lylla, his friendship with Wal-Russ, and his growing animosity with Blackjack behind to explore the galaxy, eventually meeting Groot - his closest companion - and becoming a bounty hunter. After taking the bounty on Peter Jason Quill, aka Star-Lord, he joined the Guardians of the Galaxy.
And now Quill crashed the Milano - their base, their only base - into Terra. And how excellent that's been.
"So, how's the progress on fixing it?" Quill asks -- far too casually for the situation. Rocket can't help but grimace.
"Quill, I'm going to be straight with you, alright?"
"Okay."
"You're a flarkin' idiot and we're going to be stuck here for a long time thanks to your Grade-A dipshittery. So congratulations." Rocket snapped, slamming his wrench down onto the ground and staring at the Terran. "I knew you wanted to visit this stupid place again, so here we are! Welcome to Terra! Enjoy all the wasteland bullshit you could ever ask for!"
Quill stepped back with an expression reading 'oh-here-we-go'. "I'm sick and tired of the fact that we always end up worse than where we were previously! We have an alright time, and next thing you know, we're stuck in the middle of nowhere! WHOOPS, THE TERRAN SAYS, I MAY HAVE JUST FUCKED UP! YES, YOU FUCKED UP! AMAZING! WE. ARE. SCREWED! ETERNALLY!" Rocket pauses, taking a long breath.
"...Feel better?" Quill asks hesitantly.
"....Only a bit." Rocket replies, pinching the bridge of his forehead. "Only a bit."
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LAIKA OF GS!
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