Application for Interstellar

[vivelarevolution]

☆PLAYER

Name: Sharon
Contact: Plurk: handsoplenty AIM: nightmarechan
Other Characters: none

☆CHARACTER

Character Name: Sabo
Age: 22
Species: Human
Canon: One Piece
Canon Point: Currently Sabo has returned to the Revolutonary Base to test his newfound abilities after having helped his little brother in Dressarosa.
Character Info: Linkydink
Personality: Sabo is a kind-hearted workaholic with a burning desire to change the world for the better and has little patience for bullies and idiots. He is a study in contrasts as well, observant as he is myopic.

Sabo was born into nobility but ran away from that as a child because of the way he was treated as just an object to further his own families goals. As a consequence of this, he is not overly fond of stuck up pretentious people or elitists. That being said should these people need his help as citizens under some greater oppression, he will do his best for them. Should they be oppressors, he will show no mercy. Ironically, Sabo himself has a little noble arrogance. Though he has earned this through hard work, he's of the belief that, for the most part he can handle anything that comes his way better than almost anyone else. Though he does delegate, he will often do his own thing much of the time when ideas strike him without informing the others of his plan. The flip side of this is that as strong as he knows he is, he also believes in the strength of his team. (and at times tends to overestimate this)

Though Sabo is kind-hearted and truly does want to help change the world in order to give the oppressed freedom, he also has a little bit of trouble connecting with people. This largely depends and vacillates depending on who the people are. With citizens and people he's trying to rescue, he wears the persona of a 'friendly official' like slipping on a glove. He hardly notices it. He will fight his hardest for them and even put his life on the line for them, but they will always be citizens to him and they will never know him intimately.

For his fellow revolutionaries, depending on how high up they are in the power structure (since he is second from the top) he can be polite superior to friend. Though regardless of who they are with the exception of perhaps the older revolutionaries and his mentor, he can be a little brusque and dismissive without meaning to be. Mostly this is due to his hyperfous on the mission or idea or whatever is cooking in his head at the time. There even seems to be a little bit of a wall between Sabo and two of his closest companions, Koala and Hack. While there's no doubt they know each other well, it seems that they know him more than he knows them. And they let him in more than the other way around. Though with Dragon, his mentor, Sabo is open enough to connect in an almost intimate way--but even there there is a sense of distance tied up in respect and Sabo's subconscious need to look put together.

The one exception to this is his brother. To Luffy, Sabo has to even hold back from wanting to make a deeper connection. But he will always be ready to help Luffy or to be by his side or follow his progress. Because his brother, adopted though he may be, probably is the one person Sabo loves the most.

Another key point to Sabo is that as friendly and kind-hearted as he is, he is also fueled by a steady anger, especially at the state of the world. He manages to keep this anger tamped down, but it's only grown since Ace, his other brother's, death. This anger always simmers below the surface and though he never lashes out at those trying to help or that he's friends with, it manifests itself in workaholism and at some points frustration. Still he always manages to hold back, if barely, from a killing blow, even against a rough enemy-- mostly because he wants to believe that killing is not the answer. Though beating the crap out of an enemy is okay. Besides which, if he absolutely has to kill someone, he wants to be in control when he does it and not just because he's pissed.

Sabo does have a softer side which is the side that allows him to read and want to explore the world and chronicle his adventures. He's got a wanderlust in him, but also a great desire to share the world with others. He sees beauty and hope there because he is an idealist. But being a revolutionary has shown him how hard it is to be an idealist in such a rough world.

Finally, due to some truama in his childhood, Sabo lost his memories for a large chunk of time. It was almost ten years before he got it back. During that time he'd forgotten even his name and his beloved brothers. What jolts his memory is the knowledge of the death of one of his brothers which was also truamatizing-- and though it's been two years since then, Sabo is still recovering from it. Though he is much further now than he used to be.

☆INTERSTELLAR

Genre Preferences: Punk, Rock, Classical
Choice Instrument: Bass Guitar, electric guitar, Piano, backup/vocalist
Rockstar Persona: A renegade on the punk scene, Sabo is trying to find a way to make it work--to get his words out there, to get them to matter. But impatience with former bands, managers and even some sycophantic groupies has made him difficult to work with. Still he hasn't given up, throwing himself anywhere there's been a stage, jamming under hot lights or street corners. But it's not enough for him and he's always yearned for something more, even though his reputation means that not a lot of people care to work with him.

Before he was punk, and as a child, he was a classically trained pianist who was thought of as better than average but not enough to be a child prodigy, maybe with a little effort. Though he loved the piano, he began to be annoyed by his parents' constant pushing for him to be the next big thing and pressured him and pressured him until one day he just ran away from home so he wouldn't have to play the damn thing anymore. Currently, though he still loves to play it, and will sneak into smoky bars to do so, he is known for getting up and leaving if anyone appears to be listening or asks a request.

Ideal CR: I'm looking for a kind of rough CR. Not necessarily antagonistic and negative but something that will take time to work out. Conflicting personalities. That sort of thing.

Writing Sample: (I think I'm allowed to use a snip from a fic? So that's what I'm going to do, not having enough threads. If you need something else, let me know.)


"Yeah," Sabo said. The door swung inward and Hack filled the doorway , the light of the common room beyond squeezing in around him.


"Is there a problem?" he asked, noting the beads of sweat glinting on the fishman's face. Hack cleared his throat.


"I brought you dinner."


"Thanks. Just set it down somewhere." Sabo waved carelessly over his shoulder, trusting Hack to know where to put it so it wouldn't get in Sabo's way. Hack hesitated, coming into the room a bit before saying:


"She told me to sit on you until you ate it."


Sabo sighed. He appreciated Koala looking out for him like this, but she worried too much. He ate just fine. He was just busy.


"Here, set it down, I'll eat," he said, moving some charts to the side. Hack set the tray down and loomed. Sabo reached for the pen, pretty sure he could eat and work at the same time.


"I will sit on you," Hack said and Sabo let his hand drop lightly on the desk. He was tempted to remind Hack what a bad idea that would be, but he couldn't bully the guy. Maybe he was a little hungry after all. Sabo tried to ignore the sea charts which just needed a little more work, just a few hours tops, and pulled the tray closer. Fresh tea, steaming lightly. A sandwich that looked like it had lettuce in it, slightly wilted, and an orange slice. Sabo took a sip of the tea first, which was good and hot. And then another. And then a third. Slowly. Looking up at Hack and waiting for the Fishman to find something more interesting to do.

Hack folded his arms.

Sabo sighed again and inspected his sandwich, gingerly peeling back the top slice of bread. Ah ha. There it was. He picked out the treacherous tomato with his fingertips and set it to the side. He hated those things. They were too juicy to be a vegetable and not near tasty enough to be a fruit.

“It’s good for you.”

Sabo stuck out his tongue and Hack looked on disapprovingly. Well Sabo couldn’t see it clearly, but knew the Fishman’s mood from experience. Without the tomato, though, the sandwich wasn’t bad. There was some kind of meat in it that he couldn’t identify but tasted just a bit gamey, which he liked. There was something almost nostalgic about fresh caught meat.

"Any muffment yeft?" he said, watching the fishman’s shadowed face take on a strained quality.

"Not yet," Hack said, voice strained. "It's practically nightfall. The execution isn’t until tomorrow anyway."

“Feemf fife if fouf fee if fier fefs” he swallowed “interest to do a sneak attack.”

I think they would rather make a statement," Hack said with an oddly strained expression. They did and Sabo knew they did. He shook his head.

"That's the trouble with..." ....pirates, he was going to say, but some strange emotion stopped him, like a fist clutching his gut. The trouble with pirates? Hadn’t he always admired their spirit? Thinking something different felt like a betrayal somehow. It was ridiculous. He knew pirates, of course. And the Revolutionaries had good dealings with some.

Anyway, he had absolutely no time to dwell on it. The world was going to boil over and if they weren’t prepared they would lose opportunities right and left. They might even lose footing if they weren’t careful and while they could probably afford a backslide now, Sabo would be damned if he let it happen.

He glanced back at the charts, pulling them closer, picking up his pen. There was too much territory, that was the problem. Too many islands, too much uncertainty and too few Revolutionaries to go around. They would be needed everywhere and Sabo didn't like to think of those who were inevitably going to fall through the cracks. Though he had had to learn early that some people they just had to let go. That it was impossible or the risk was too great for them to interfere. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if the Revolution fell apart for the sake of one or two people.

Hack grumbled something about him eating more than that.

“Mm, thanks, Hack,” Sabo said, finding a little island he’d missed, circling it and then going back over his notes to see if it was of any importance to anyone. It didn’t seem so, but he made a mark to double check it when he didn’t have anything more pressing to do. The pale light of the common room fell across his desk and he heard strained murmurings from the others, a gentle wave of white noise that, if he wasn’t careful, he’d pick up threads of conversation from and that would shoot his focus all to hell.