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Player Information
Name: Ang
Age: 37
Preferred Method of contact: Plurk
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Number of Characters in the Kingdom: 2 - Lydia Deetz & Michael the Fail!Demon
Timezone: EST
Character Information
Character Name: Richie Tozier
Age: 40
Canon: It (most recent film version, specifically Chapter Two).
Canon Point: Toward the end, when he is jumping into the quarry with his friends after defeating Pennywise.
Gender: Male
Character History
Character History: Chapter One and Chapter Two entries on the Stephen King wiki, as well as Richie's own article comparing book, miniseries, and the new movies... since I use book canon to fill in some holes.
Canon Example: Here's a really good blog analysis of Richie in Chapter Two. I may or may not have distilled a crappy cam down to 30 straight minutes of MOST of his screen time (MP4, Google Drive link). There are only two times I leave in the nightmare fuel - both times they're kind of important. Jump-scares for the first, gore and giant creepy spider-monster-clownthing for the second.Also possibly the best Pomeranian ever and the reason Richie no longer trusts dogs. Timestamps to avoid for Creepy Horror Shit are 15:00-17:25 and 24:42-27:34. Apologies for it being cut on the sides - yours truly saved it in the wrong ratio but the gist is hopefully still there.
Character Motivation: Richie is driven by his loyalty to his friends, hands down. If it were anyone else in danger from Pennywise/It, they would have gotten a wave and a "good luck, you poor assholes" on his way out the door. If the victims had been strangers, Richie would have kept his head down and plowed ahead. But because the Losers' Club - the only kids in town who even remotely understood or accepted him - were directly involved, Richie sets aside his cowardice and channels his anger and frustration at his life into the fight. His purpose is to be their morale, their levity, to keep them all from getting too much into their own heads. When It's terrors drag them down into the depths of their fear, Richie is the one who finds the humor in it - he does this largely as a child (When they find a missing girl's shoe and start to freak out, he quips, "How do you think Betty feels? Running around these sewers with only one shoe?"), but when they all return to Derry, he does it too. (Though not always to good effect.) In the end, he joins the fight because he knows what Bev once said to them all is true: they can only defeat It when they're together, because their strength comes from their bonds with each other.
Personality: Richie's always been a sharp guy. Even as a kid, he kept an eye on the world around him, and learned quickly that showing people you were smart got you in more trouble than it was worth. Henry Bowers and his gang constantly beat him up at school, and at home no one was really around. So to cover it up and to feel a lot less lonely, the Trashmouth was born. He makes the worst and loudest jokes he can in any given situation to make sure that people not only remember he's there, but don't think he's capable of much else: all mouth, no brains. It serves him pretty well, but he discovers a side effect: his sense of humor brings people together, too - usually in solidarity to shut him up with an emphatic "beep beep, Richie", once he's gone too far. His humor becomes his defense mechanism to the point where he won't realize he's taking it past where it's welcome - or past where it's doing him any good at all and straight into the territory of shooting himself in the foot. Once he realizes it - usually through outside assistance - he switches tracks to self-deprecating humor to deflect and cover up how embarrassed he gets about it. If humor can't save him from any sort of perceived threat, he'll run - hard and fast, looking out mostly for himself ... but that knee-jerk reaction quickly gets overcome by guilt, too, and if anyone he knows was also threatened, he'll tend to double back and try to help. Otherwise, screw you hippies, he's goin' home.
When he's left to his own devices, he's a guy of simple pleasures: good rock music, decent food, funny movies, cheesy horror (the black and white B-movie kind that's obviously fake and therefore hilarious, not scary), and a good stiff drink. He tries not to overdo it on the latter, since his mother died of liver disease about six years before his canon point, and he's aware that alcoholism might be a problem if he isn't careful. It doesn't stop him from letting it be his go-to self-medication, however. Leaving Maine to become a stand-up comedian in California has given him some pretty strong social chops, an ability to navigate and detect bullshit, and a strong sense of self-sufficiency ... even moreso because he keeps people at arm's length to hide the fact that he's been gay and closeted since he was about twelve. (Growing up bullied in a very conservative town in the mid-80s and early 90s will do that to a kid.) He even goes so far as to let other people write his material to hide the fact behind routines about a non-existent girlfriend, appearing as straight on stage. The only time he's even shown to be remotely comfortable with his truth is in his last two scenes: when the Losers are comforting him in the quarry, and when he's touching up the carving he made on the Kissing Bridge before heading back to California.
Because Richie hides so much of himself behind his jokes, Voices, and stage persona, it's no small wonder that he tries to run away from conflict and gets angry when provoked to stay: conflict reveals everyone for what and who they are, and that's a luxury he's convinced himself he can't have. Only when he faces potential losses he can't imagine dealing with - his friends, his supporters - does he answer the call and rise to the occasion. And when he does, he reveals himself to be an absolute hidden badass: both as a kid, when he straight-up wails on Pennywise with a baseball bat, and as an adult, when he flings rocks at It when he's out of options and patience with the monster's bullshit. It's pretty telling that Pennywise tormented the other Losers with things outside of themselves: a dead brother, a terrible fire, medical horror, fat-shaming and romantic rejection ... but what Richie fears most is being forgotten or outed. Becoming an Apprentice and growing his Sparks is going to be a really interesting catalyst for breaking down those walls he's built around himself and conquering that fear.
Canon Strength/Weaknesses: Richie's best strength is his sense of humor. He uses it to rally and protect not only his friends, but himself. The more cracks he makes at a situation or his surroundings - or himself - the more secure and strong he feels. If he can make 'em laugh, he's got the room, even for a moment, and that's all the time he needs to figure out if he's going to stick it out or run for the hills. His biggest weakness, though, is decidedly how much he cares what people think of him. It's why he's remained closeted for almost 30 years, why he's so loud and crass, and why he buries his emotions down deep as often as possible, even though they are varied and many. If someone he cares about thinks even remotely poorly of him, he takes it extremely hard, and tends to take it out on himself.
Apprentice Sorcerer Application
Class: He's a Warrior, through and through. Though his first instinct is for self-preservation and to be a total chicken, his loyalty for his friends is far stronger and will always kick in to have him doubling back to fight for them - often arriving at the opportune calvary moment. As such, he's never likely to lead like a hero, but once motivated by said Hero or a Prince/ss, will fight for them until he's got nothing left to give. Just be warned, some days he might be far harder to motivate than others.
Weapon: Richie will get a garden-variety light mace, to start, since most noble Warriors don't carry Louisville Sluggers. He will also probably resort to hucking rocks as per canon if he doesn't feel like getting within swinging distance.
Sample Section
First Person Sample:
[Richie clears his throat as he sets up the mirror on his kitchen counter. he's not used to doing things this way, but. well. they told him he should start writing his own material again, so he's giving it a shot. he takes a drink of water, unsure how to begin, and just launches at it]
So here's the thing. Everyone says we've all got this 'adjustment period' for getting here, but really, I'm already like 'yep, here we go'. Because Main Street? No no. Add another E on there, this is Maine Street. Might as well be. Because you step out that door downstairs and the minute you do, it's like walkin' out of the Portland Holiday Inn, my friends: everyone who's lived here takes look one and you and says - [in a Downeast Maine accent] "Whoa, jump back, Bubba. You ain't from roun' heah, are ya? No suh." Sure, they all dress like they walked out of a PBS Masterpiece Theater special, but the vibe's still there. You ask 'em where they got their stuff. Not from LL Beans, or Martin's, nah, but the Emporium? Ayuh, sure as shit, you betcha. It's like their Wal-Mart, only their greeters actually do shit other than stand around with their thumbs up their asses - unless you're the manager, in which case you do that until it's time to go blow your salary on tequila, am I right? Come onnnn...
[he'll just keep right on going until someone pipes up to stop him or until he stops thinking he's funny, whichever happens first. whoever thought giving him open access to everyone, at any time of day, is really going to start regretting it.]
Third Person Sample:
He holds the mace in his hands like a man who's just been given a live cobra. Warrior, they'd said. The word conjures echoes of the most manly men who ever manned: Schwarzenegger's Conan, Gibson's Braveheart, that guy from the paper towel commercials. Stallone. Willis. Action heroes with grit and guts and permanently clenched jaws who look good covered in sweat and blood and dirt, who feel at home there. Richie's been covered in sweat and blood and dirt, and all he wanted was a shower and a stiff drink. Never mind that you couldn't be manly when you were queer. It just didn't happen. He kept waiting for the tendons in his wrists to give out and give him away, for one or all of his Voices to develop that tell-tale lisp. To just slip and call someone 'honey', because according to his generation, That Was How It Happened To People. It could have been a horror movie all its own: The Gayening.
They'd made a mistake. There were no gay warriors, and besides that, warriors didn't get so hung up on getting in a parting shot or a barb that they slipped up and let people die. Important people. People they loved more than themselves. And he was a grade-A chickenshit who was just going to get people killed. He shakes his head and holds the mace back out to the trio assembled at the training grounds.
"Nuh-uh, guys," he insists. "I'm a Monster."
Player Information
Name: Ang
Age: 37
Preferred Method of contact: Plurk
Contact Info:
Number of Characters in the Kingdom: 2 - Lydia Deetz & Michael the Fail!Demon
Timezone: EST
Character Information
Character Name: Richie Tozier
Age: 40
Canon: It (most recent film version, specifically Chapter Two).
Canon Point: Toward the end, when he is jumping into the quarry with his friends after defeating Pennywise.
Gender: Male
Character History
Character History: Chapter One and Chapter Two entries on the Stephen King wiki, as well as Richie's own article comparing book, miniseries, and the new movies... since I use book canon to fill in some holes.
Canon Example: Here's a really good blog analysis of Richie in Chapter Two. I may or may not have distilled a crappy cam down to 30 straight minutes of MOST of his screen time (MP4, Google Drive link). There are only two times I leave in the nightmare fuel - both times they're kind of important. Jump-scares for the first, gore and giant creepy spider-monster-clownthing for the second.
Character Motivation: Richie is driven by his loyalty to his friends, hands down. If it were anyone else in danger from Pennywise/It, they would have gotten a wave and a "good luck, you poor assholes" on his way out the door. If the victims had been strangers, Richie would have kept his head down and plowed ahead. But because the Losers' Club - the only kids in town who even remotely understood or accepted him - were directly involved, Richie sets aside his cowardice and channels his anger and frustration at his life into the fight. His purpose is to be their morale, their levity, to keep them all from getting too much into their own heads. When It's terrors drag them down into the depths of their fear, Richie is the one who finds the humor in it - he does this largely as a child (When they find a missing girl's shoe and start to freak out, he quips, "How do you think Betty feels? Running around these sewers with only one shoe?"), but when they all return to Derry, he does it too. (Though not always to good effect.) In the end, he joins the fight because he knows what Bev once said to them all is true: they can only defeat It when they're together, because their strength comes from their bonds with each other.
Personality: Richie's always been a sharp guy. Even as a kid, he kept an eye on the world around him, and learned quickly that showing people you were smart got you in more trouble than it was worth. Henry Bowers and his gang constantly beat him up at school, and at home no one was really around. So to cover it up and to feel a lot less lonely, the Trashmouth was born. He makes the worst and loudest jokes he can in any given situation to make sure that people not only remember he's there, but don't think he's capable of much else: all mouth, no brains. It serves him pretty well, but he discovers a side effect: his sense of humor brings people together, too - usually in solidarity to shut him up with an emphatic "beep beep, Richie", once he's gone too far. His humor becomes his defense mechanism to the point where he won't realize he's taking it past where it's welcome - or past where it's doing him any good at all and straight into the territory of shooting himself in the foot. Once he realizes it - usually through outside assistance - he switches tracks to self-deprecating humor to deflect and cover up how embarrassed he gets about it. If humor can't save him from any sort of perceived threat, he'll run - hard and fast, looking out mostly for himself ... but that knee-jerk reaction quickly gets overcome by guilt, too, and if anyone he knows was also threatened, he'll tend to double back and try to help. Otherwise, screw you hippies, he's goin' home.
When he's left to his own devices, he's a guy of simple pleasures: good rock music, decent food, funny movies, cheesy horror (the black and white B-movie kind that's obviously fake and therefore hilarious, not scary), and a good stiff drink. He tries not to overdo it on the latter, since his mother died of liver disease about six years before his canon point, and he's aware that alcoholism might be a problem if he isn't careful. It doesn't stop him from letting it be his go-to self-medication, however. Leaving Maine to become a stand-up comedian in California has given him some pretty strong social chops, an ability to navigate and detect bullshit, and a strong sense of self-sufficiency ... even moreso because he keeps people at arm's length to hide the fact that he's been gay and closeted since he was about twelve. (Growing up bullied in a very conservative town in the mid-80s and early 90s will do that to a kid.) He even goes so far as to let other people write his material to hide the fact behind routines about a non-existent girlfriend, appearing as straight on stage. The only time he's even shown to be remotely comfortable with his truth is in his last two scenes: when the Losers are comforting him in the quarry, and when he's touching up the carving he made on the Kissing Bridge before heading back to California.
Because Richie hides so much of himself behind his jokes, Voices, and stage persona, it's no small wonder that he tries to run away from conflict and gets angry when provoked to stay: conflict reveals everyone for what and who they are, and that's a luxury he's convinced himself he can't have. Only when he faces potential losses he can't imagine dealing with - his friends, his supporters - does he answer the call and rise to the occasion. And when he does, he reveals himself to be an absolute hidden badass: both as a kid, when he straight-up wails on Pennywise with a baseball bat, and as an adult, when he flings rocks at It when he's out of options and patience with the monster's bullshit. It's pretty telling that Pennywise tormented the other Losers with things outside of themselves: a dead brother, a terrible fire, medical horror, fat-shaming and romantic rejection ... but what Richie fears most is being forgotten or outed. Becoming an Apprentice and growing his Sparks is going to be a really interesting catalyst for breaking down those walls he's built around himself and conquering that fear.
Canon Strength/Weaknesses: Richie's best strength is his sense of humor. He uses it to rally and protect not only his friends, but himself. The more cracks he makes at a situation or his surroundings - or himself - the more secure and strong he feels. If he can make 'em laugh, he's got the room, even for a moment, and that's all the time he needs to figure out if he's going to stick it out or run for the hills. His biggest weakness, though, is decidedly how much he cares what people think of him. It's why he's remained closeted for almost 30 years, why he's so loud and crass, and why he buries his emotions down deep as often as possible, even though they are varied and many. If someone he cares about thinks even remotely poorly of him, he takes it extremely hard, and tends to take it out on himself.
Apprentice Sorcerer Application
Class: He's a Warrior, through and through. Though his first instinct is for self-preservation and to be a total chicken, his loyalty for his friends is far stronger and will always kick in to have him doubling back to fight for them - often arriving at the opportune calvary moment. As such, he's never likely to lead like a hero, but once motivated by said Hero or a Prince/ss, will fight for them until he's got nothing left to give. Just be warned, some days he might be far harder to motivate than others.
Weapon: Richie will get a garden-variety light mace, to start, since most noble Warriors don't carry Louisville Sluggers. He will also probably resort to hucking rocks as per canon if he doesn't feel like getting within swinging distance.
Sample Section
First Person Sample:
[Richie clears his throat as he sets up the mirror on his kitchen counter. he's not used to doing things this way, but. well. they told him he should start writing his own material again, so he's giving it a shot. he takes a drink of water, unsure how to begin, and just launches at it]
So here's the thing. Everyone says we've all got this 'adjustment period' for getting here, but really, I'm already like 'yep, here we go'. Because Main Street? No no. Add another E on there, this is Maine Street. Might as well be. Because you step out that door downstairs and the minute you do, it's like walkin' out of the Portland Holiday Inn, my friends: everyone who's lived here takes look one and you and says - [in a Downeast Maine accent] "Whoa, jump back, Bubba. You ain't from roun' heah, are ya? No suh." Sure, they all dress like they walked out of a PBS Masterpiece Theater special, but the vibe's still there. You ask 'em where they got their stuff. Not from LL Beans, or Martin's, nah, but the Emporium? Ayuh, sure as shit, you betcha. It's like their Wal-Mart, only their greeters actually do shit other than stand around with their thumbs up their asses - unless you're the manager, in which case you do that until it's time to go blow your salary on tequila, am I right? Come onnnn...
[he'll just keep right on going until someone pipes up to stop him or until he stops thinking he's funny, whichever happens first. whoever thought giving him open access to everyone, at any time of day, is really going to start regretting it.]
Third Person Sample:
He holds the mace in his hands like a man who's just been given a live cobra. Warrior, they'd said. The word conjures echoes of the most manly men who ever manned: Schwarzenegger's Conan, Gibson's Braveheart, that guy from the paper towel commercials. Stallone. Willis. Action heroes with grit and guts and permanently clenched jaws who look good covered in sweat and blood and dirt, who feel at home there. Richie's been covered in sweat and blood and dirt, and all he wanted was a shower and a stiff drink. Never mind that you couldn't be manly when you were queer. It just didn't happen. He kept waiting for the tendons in his wrists to give out and give him away, for one or all of his Voices to develop that tell-tale lisp. To just slip and call someone 'honey', because according to his generation, That Was How It Happened To People. It could have been a horror movie all its own: The Gayening.
They'd made a mistake. There were no gay warriors, and besides that, warriors didn't get so hung up on getting in a parting shot or a barb that they slipped up and let people die. Important people. People they loved more than themselves. And he was a grade-A chickenshit who was just going to get people killed. He shakes his head and holds the mace back out to the trio assembled at the training grounds.
"Nuh-uh, guys," he insists. "I'm a Monster."
