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[wetsuited]

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Chrissy
Contact Information: . pickpockets
Personal Journal: chewtoy
Age: 25
Characters Played: mystique & gwen
Who Referred you: ur mutha

IN-CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Dave "Kick-Ass" Lizewski
Fandom: Kick-Ass 2
Age: 18
Canon Point: post-film
Original Universe or Alternate Universe? OU

Personality:
"Like most kids my age, I just existed."

That line so perfectly sums up Dave, but only before the events that take place during movie. Before he decides to try and be a superhero. Before all that, he was painfully average; no titles like "soccer captain" or "valedictorian", not outstanding talents or classic good looks, and he didn't even have any wild, defining characteristic, like a personality disorder. Nah, all he really had going for him was an impressive amount of knowledge about comic books, and two friends who he could nerd-out with. This nobody/nerd status earned him many run-ins with the local thugs who would never hesitate to take his lunch money and his cellphone when they ran into him, but. Well, it could be worse, right? And okay, he was basically invisible to girls, and couldn't even say he was the funny one of his trio of friends, but... He was cool with that! For the most part. He didn't suffer some depression or low self-esteem, or anything like that, he just... existed. And tends to make a fool out of himself around his girlfriend Katie. We don't really get to see any of Dave's glaringly bold traits until he tugs on a green mask and starts calling himself Kick-Ass.

"Was I a superhero? The most I'd ever had to offer the world was good intentions and a slightly-elevated capacity to take a kicking. With no power comes no responsibility. Except that wasn't true."

Through Kick-Ass, we really see some of Dave's best and worst qualities. He's driven, that's for sure, and optimistic almost to a fault. Once he decides he's going to try and become a real-life superhero, nothing in the world, no amount of failed attempts at "training", could deter him from that goal. He has his head in the clouds most of the time, a fantasy world really, and though it's not in a way that suggests he's immature (he's only 17, after all), it just makes it very easy to manipulate him into doing exactly what he thinks is "right". He often throws himself into situations that are way, way too heavy for him to handle on his own. He's also loyal (to a fault) and trusting (to a fault), but there is never any doubt that he always has his heart in the right place in everything he does. He always wants to help others before he helps himself, because that's what he believes a true superhero would do. It doesn't matter to him that some thug stabbed him, and some dick drove off after slamming his car right into him and sending him to the hospital with hideous injuries - after that? All he wanted to do was train harder so he could protect others from people like that.

It's kind of nuts actually, but he... really wanted to be a superhero.

Once Kick-Ass became a well-known name in the city, he didn't try and use it to become popular or get money, nothing so selfish. Instead he just started to take on jobs around the city for people that needed his help, needed a hero. He never actually killed anyone, and even the idea that he had any part in someone's death makes him feel terrible, and he absolutely sucks at hiding it. Actually, he sucks at hiding all of his emotions. Which is kinda good, kinda bad. Mostly bad for him. It all just plays into the fact that he's very easily manipulated. But on the plus side, his emotional, passionate nature is kind of what makes him a great 'hero'. Even if he gets his ass kicked all the freaking time. He never stops fighting.

Dave is unreasonably brave, for about the first... five minutes of a crime-fighting encounter. He usually comes barging into the situation, standing tall and proud, but as soon as things get out of control, he gets wildly afraid and tends to let the violence play out right in front of him. Saving cats from trees? He can totally do that. Telling a tough drug dealer to stay away from his would-be girlfriend? All very easy until the guy pulls a knife on him. So he's brave, and he might be crazy enough to believe he could be a superhero, but he is very quick to back out and run when he has to. It's a little flip-floppy of him, but it's probably the only thing that proves he's not completely fucking crazy. And that's why it's also very good he has Hit Girl and Big Daddy looking out for him.

"Hit Girl and Big Daddy, They were the real deal. Me? I was just a stupid dick in a wetsuit."

The only reason why Dave has any confidence in the idea that real people can be real superheroes is because of these two. He doesn't know their real names, and he knows that they don't exactly trust him, but he does know that they have no super powers, and they still manage to bring crime down to its knees. And then they kill it, brutally; without shame or remorse. They save his ass more than he's really willing to admit, and though they have no reason to offer their assistance, they help him out where they can just because they know he's really no threat to them. He's come to rely on them quite a bit, and even though the pair of heroes really freak him out, he respects the hell out of them for being so brave, and so badass. They were there for him when he thought he had nobody to share his superhero woes with, and that means a lot to him. But in a way that doesn't make him sound like a pussy.

Background: Kick-Ass: 1 &2

Inventory:
- this grampa outfit
- one backpack containing:
-- kick-ass costume ( wetsuit, mask, boots, batons )
-- pimp outfit ( minus fur coat cause that shit would not fit in his backpack, but yeah HERE is a clip with the full outfit, he's wearing it in the first like 5 seconds )

SAMPLES

NETWORK SAMPLE: oh god i'm so lazy here's my ax sample

[When Dave's comm turns on, he's sitting in his assigned room, in his assigned Tranquility blacks, with his pillow in his lap and his body curled up in a sitting position at the corner of his bed. It's all very pathetic. He also has some gnarly face wounds that are caked with blood and a bit of the blue goo he woke up in, but he can't seem to be bothered with that right now.]

I know this is probably the first thing everybody says when they show up here right in the middle of this big thing you're involved in, and manage to get all that nasty blue crap off of them, but... What the fuck?!

[note: even though Dave's voice just cracked about an octave higher than it should have, he has in fact gone through puberty. don't be mistaken by the girly wails of protest here.]

Am I dead? Is this some weird space-heaven that the bible never talks about? Or am I currently dreaming because I've been drugged with some fucked up you're-actually-in-an-insane-asylum sleep serum that D'amico's men somehow got their hands on so I never wake up again? C'mon, somebody's gotta have some straight answers for me. One that's not "you're actually on a spaceship and it's normal to wake up naked" because no - hey - I am not getting sucked into that rumor mill again. I literally only just convinced my girlfriend that I'm not gay, so, listen I don't even need answers, I just... if I could just wake up now? That'd be cool.

[click, off.]

...

[click, on.]

Thanks.

[click, off.]


LOG SAMPLE:
C'mon, you can do this. You can do this, don't be a pussy.

[Does talking to yourself out loud make you a crazy person? Maybe. But so does sitting on the windowsill on the top floor of an abandoned ten-story building, with nothing but a makeshift grappling hook with a length of rope attached in hand. Yeah, it was pretty fucking nuts. But after his run-in with Hit Girl and Big Daddy, he was quickly realizing that he couldn't get away with using the front door to get out of a tough situation, or assuming that every building had a fire escape he could scurry down when he got too scared to jump across one roof to another. Nope, he would have to learn how to scale a wall. Clearly. Like Spider-Man, except he had no spider abilities, and even if he did, he easily weighed six times as much as Mr. Parker with all the metal plates and shit in his body now, which meant he'd fall six times as hard. ..Whatever.

But you know, it's kinda easier to talk himself into this now that it's dark out, cause he can't see the pavement below, and therefor can't see what he might hit if his boot slips on the brick wall, or if his hook comes tearing out of the wall it's latched onto somehow, or visualize what his brain might look like inside his mask when his head cracks open on the ground like an egg, and-]

Oh shit, oh shit, shitshitshit-!

[His palms are sweating in his gloves and he flails a little in an attempt to tug himself back inside, but instead, naturally, he falls backwards. And apparently it doesn't matter how tight he tries to hold onto the rope, his fucking gloves make it impossible to get a proper grip, and he's pretty sure he can smell the fabric starting to burn as he watches that window fall further and further away from where he is, or no, wait, he's definitely the dumb asshole that's falling, isn't he, and this is how he's going to die isn't it, how pathetic.

Dave doesn't realize he's screaming like a little girl until his back hits the ground and the sound is snatched right out of his throat, but-- Wait, no, can't be the ground, because his feet are dangling off of something and his head isn't supported either. He technically can't feel pain, which is good, because he's sure he'd be in a lot of it right now if he could. But for a second he can't even breathe - the impact of his fall knocking the wind right out of his chest, but he can move, so that's a good sign. The first thing he does is tug his mask up and away from his mouth so he can suck in a few big breaths and try desperately not to cry.]

What the FUCK?!

[There, now he feels better. Kinda. But what the hell did he land on?

He can't sit up yet, but when he looks left he can see the building next to the one he started in, and to his right... another window. So this must be... A balcony? Seriously? A poor, tiny excuse for a balcony with no railings, but a balcony no less. Maybe it's a giant windowsill. How did he not see there was a fucking balcony between that top window and the ground!? Jesus.

Dave sighs and groans when he tries to sit up, and okay, yeah, here's a good place to take a break. Yes, good.]