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[rocketralph]

PLAYER
Name: Wolfy
Personal Journal: wolfintheattic
E-mail: wolfyttwisted@gmail.com
AIM/MSN:
AIM- catfishsuicide
Skype- catfishsuicide
Plurk- wolfyttwisted

Timezone: Central US
Current Characters in Route: Jack Skellington and Henry Townshend

CHARACTER
Name: Ralph
Series: Wreck-It Ralph (but technically Fix-It Felix Jr.)
Timeline: The space ship crash shortly after leaving Hero's Duty. Rather than ending up in Sugar Rush, Ralph has found himself in a very different game.

Canon Resource Links:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wreck-It_Ralph

http://wreckitralph.wikia.com/wiki/Wreck-It_Ralph_(character)

Personality:

Ralph is not a bad guy for a Bad Guy. He just does his job like every other game character in the arcade. It's what he's programmed to do. If somebody would give him the time of day, he's got the potential to be a very good friend. He is loyal and protective and wants to see others achieve their goals as badly as he wants to achieve his own. Ralph is a guy who will give food to a homeless person if he meets him on the street and has something to share. He's not going to step on and squash somebody smaller and weaker than him, even if they're super annoying. He'll get them out of his face another way. He's fairly honest (most of the time) but can also be a bit blunt. If he doesn't like you, he'll let you know. You won't be doing very much guess-work around Ralph.

He's a little sheltered though. Living in a stump in the forest and then living in a dump after said forest and stump got moved to make way for progress is all he knows. The video game that he lives in is thirty years old (think oldschool Donkey Kong) and is quite dated, so his mannerisms reflect that. He doesn't swear, hasn't encountered anything much more violent than smashing windows or being thrown off a building without the fatal splat that follows. He's not a fan of blood and gore by any stretch of the imagination. Ralph can't really handle a gun or drive either.

He admits that his "passion bubble is very near the surface" and he means it. His rage flares up quickly and extinguishes just as quickly, but leaves destruction in its wake. Ralph throws massive tantrums with yelling and throwing and punching and breaking things and rarely apologizes for it. This originally stemmed from his aggression toward the building complex that booted him out of his home and it was easy enough to get his 'revenge' on a building, but it has since spread to everything he encounters from line-cutters to change-stealing snack food machines. You pushed him! Your fault! Not his! He's not a fan of being told what to do either. Ralph does what he wants. He's been told what to do and who he is for thirty years and now he's sick of it.

Being expected to play the villain doesn't make him nearly as angry as people telling him that he will never be anything but a villain that ruins everything he touches and that there is literally nothing he can do about it. He's listened to this for thirty years and at this point he's fed-up. But instead of snapping and going on some sort of irreparable wrecking spree, he's decided to focus that passion in a different direction. He's going to prove them wrong. All wrong. It's very hard for him, but he's trying to convert that bullet train of fury into hope and willpower. It's pretty hard to change Ralph's mind once he's decided something and he will not drop it until he either achieves his goal or is completely incapacitated.

New hope aside, Ralph is still rather pessimistic. He's the villain. The Bad Guy. Nobody wants to talk to the Bad Guy. His role in his game is to destroy. He's used to people moving out of his way, muttering about him behind his back, screaming at the sight of him, and generally treating him like a monster. This has conditioned him to take even the most innocent things the wrong way and become insulted which only hurts his reputation all the more when he 'defends himself' in retaliation.

Strengths

Size and Strength- Ralph is 9 feet and 643 pounds of wrecking machine. This is the guy you want if you're going to be moving house any time soon. He can move your sofa all by himself.

Nice Guy- So long as you aren't treating him like a monster, Ralph is easy to get along with. He's happy to shoot the breeze about just about anything with anybody about just about anything. He won't kick a man when he's down.

Loyal- Ralph is loyal and sticks up for his buddies. Mess with one of Ralph's buddies and you're gonna wanna skip town. Recently, he is almost loyal to a fault in his new quest to become a hero. Heroes are super loyal, right?

Weaknesses:

Size and Strength- Ralph isn't always aware that he's 9 feet and 643 pounds of wrecking machine. He bumps his head on door frames, knocks objects off tables and shelves, and occasionally trips over things (and people) on the ground.

Communication Skills- He's not the best at telling other people how he feels. Showing, sure, but when it comes to words, it all falls apart because he gets himself so worked up that it often makes things worse.

Temper- Ralph has a horrible temper. He's not good at explaining why he is upset and he isn't good at expressing himself in ways that don't involve smashing things.

Sheltered- He's an oldschool game and his lack of knowledge about how the outside world works makes it easy for him to become overwhelmed, as well as for others to take advantage of him.

POKEMON INFO
Affiliation: Rocket Grunt

Starter: Sandshrew

SAMPLES

First Person Sample:

[The feed clicks on to reveal a very close, very scrunched-up face. Ralph squints into the tiny 'gear screen for a moment, then leans away to tap at something with the stylus pinched in his big ham hands. What looks like a mess hall murmurs behind him with lunchtime activity.]

Ye-ap I think that did it--Oop!

[He adjusts the gear so that it's not showing the big obvious R on his uniform.]

Heh, just a little something my, ah, aunt made me. Aher-hem, anyway, listen, has anybody out there found a medal? It's bout this big, [He makes a circle with his fingers.] gold, really shiny, says HERO in big bold letters? Yeah, that's mine. I earned it in the last game and I really really need it back.

So, ah, Roger. Ralph. Over and out! However you end these sorta things.


Third Person Sample:

"Excuse me." Ralph tapped on the glass of the receptionist desk in the main office and waited. He rocked back and forth on his heels and watched the other Rockets pass by. A Granbull that had been following its partner caught Ralph making eye-contact with it and sent him a low growl. Ralph growled back before turning his attention to the receptionist. The woman at the desk hadn't even looked up. She just scribbled away at whatever it was she was working on. The Vulpix that was perched on the desk next to her just blinked slowly at Ralph through the glass.

Ralph huffed and continued tapping on the glass harder and harder for every second he went ignored. "S'cuse me. Ma'am. Hello? Hey. Lady. Hey. Hey. Excuse me. Ex. Cuse. Me!"

The little glass door shook in its frame so violently that it threatened to shatter. Finally the woman reached up into her hair and removed the ear-buds she had been listening to, slid the door open, and popped her gum. Ralph quickly stuck his hands behind his back and gave her the most encouraging smile he could even though she still hadn't looked up.

"Whad'ya want?"

The game-jumper tugged the undersized backpack off his shoulder and pulled out his poke'gear. The screen was cracked, wires poked out of one side of its casing and over all it looked rather...flat. He placed it on the counter and scooted it forward.

"Yeah, I think this communication do-hickey you guys gave me is defective. Can I get another one?"

"Did you try turning it off and then on again?"

"It won't come on. At all. And, ah, I think the screen there is warped. A bit."

"Y'don't say."

"Actually yeah. Yeah, I do say. And I need another one."

The receptionist finally glanced up from the clipboard, took one look at the smashed poke'gear, and popped her gum again. "Team Rocket isn't responsible for damages done to equipment. We can order you a new one, but it's gonna come outta your next pay check unless you wanna go buy one yourself."

Ralph kicked at the ground but guessed that was better than no. "Yeah, alright. How much is it gonna cost?"

"Your next paycheck."

"What!" Ralph slammed his hands down on the desk so hard the crusted gum on the underside fell off and leaned forward. "I haven't even been paid yet! That's-- that's robbery!"

The receptionist blinked at him. "Honey, are you aware of what we do here?" Ralph opened his mouth, then shut it. "That's what I thought. Name?"

"Ralph."

"Last name?"

"Just Ralph."

"Ahuh." The receptionist turned and started tapping away at the computer. "There's your ugly mug. Check back in about a week."

"A week?"

"What are you, a Chatot? I got work to do."

He set his jaw, scooped up his ruined poke'gear, and stomped over to a bench in the corner of the lobby. Ralph dropped his bag on the floor, shoved the complimentary magazines off the little table in front of the bench, and propped his elbows on it. He was not about to spend a week training in this Bad Guy club with no contact with the outside world. Carefully as he could, he pulled the 'gear's casing apart and looked at all the tiny fiddly wires and chips and whatnot.

Oh.

Ralph glanced around the lobby for anyone walking nearby. "Anybody got a pen or a...nail file or somethin'?"