Post by aden on Jun 2, 2007 2:01:29 GMT -5
For trying to be Moses, having the most ill-concieved bending abilities ever tried to be passed off, and for being a Copy-cat of this Mod's own character.
Name:
The Cow goes: Mu-Mu *claps like a happy kindergartener*
Age:
12.
Gender:
Male.
Nation:
Water. Foggy Swamp Tribe. Avatar’s hill-billies and the home of EKFC(Earth Kingdom Fried Chicken)
Bender?:
Yes. Has the unique ability to control vines and swamp plants. Peculiarly his ability to control vines and swamp plants through water bending is far more advanced even at his age than his ability to bend water (So he can’t bend water on the ground, but the moment that water is hidden from view and dispersed through plant cells he becomes a natural? ….I think I’ll just let this one collapse under the weight of its own foolishness). However Mu-Mu's idol (Not to be confused with American Idol), Ben-Ben (These guys love their bi-syllabic names, don’t they >.>) has often supported him and slowly taught him how to use simple water bending, using the same methods he learnt.
Physical Appearance:
Mu-Mu stands at a mere 4 foot and 9 10 inches 4 feet + 910 inches… The boy’s 80 feet tall!? “Apache Chief, Inechuk!”. He has a slender, nimble build but has strong arms and legs that show little of his strength. He is quick and agile and indeed looks it. He doesn’t have a pot belly like most who would at his age from all the EKFC but isn’t muscular either just incredibly skinny.
A slender face with the smallest chin in the whole wide world seems to balance on a stringy neck. Small pointed ears sprout next to a messy jumble of sandy brown dreadlocks, Mon, with a swampy green tip. He usually wears them up near the top of his head, a vine binding the thick locks securely.
A few dreadlocks usually dangle over his one visible a eye which is twice as large as the left ”I’m Pop-eye the Sailor Man!. His eyes are a creepily amusing almost circular shape, the iris being the a pure emerald like colour Aren’t we fancy with Ye Olde Englische Unecessarye Vowelle?. The vibrant colours of his eyes and hair make quite a contrast from his slightly dark skin. From between his eyes is a small flat nose and below that a very small mouth with unusually white teeth. ”Use Moonshine toothpaste! It’s the shiniest!” *Dazzling smile*
Despite his lack in height, his hands and feet are quite big, both webbed which help in the environment he lives in. In a land without…well, Land, mankind has evolved… Come see Kevin Kostner as “Mu-mu” in Water World! [small]Coming to Theaters whenever I damn-well feel like it[/small]
Clothing/Armor:
Mu-Mu wears quite the traditional clothing of the Foggy Swamp Tribe however sometimes he enjoys a bit of dressing up. Dress-me-up Malibu Mu-mu! A product by Blammo
His face is quite bare, other than the vine used to tie back his hair a wooden mask is the only adornment to his head. Its a Tiki style with slit like eyes and a barely open mouth which curves down slightly. It covers the left side of his upper head, covering his small, left eye, part of his nose and the majority of his cheek bone. How do you know the mask has a mouth at all if it only covers his eye? O.o Did he lose the rest of it in a poker game?
Moving down to his neck he wears a double wrapped necklace made from wood, bones and stringy like material (Stringy like material…. You mean like String?), a bone leaf as its central pendant (Bone Leaf… You mean like a Fossil? Wow, you’re really not on the, um… what’s that round thing that goes with this expression?). On his slender biceps he has a pale cloth binding wrapped around his arms. On the left upper arm is a large leaf secured by the bounds, and on his right is another Tiki style mask which usually holds his ball. However this one has a bright wide smile. Now that’s just obscene… I’m still not sure what a mask is doing on his shoulder, but it’s just a little disturbing that its purpose s to hold his balls inside a wide-grinning mouth. I can only imagine that it splinters something awful… >.>
Lower down, on his forearms are wrapped long bands of thin wood bark layered over soft brown material secured tight to his arm. On this right hand, on his long middle finger is a thick wooden ring with a crescent moon in it which seems to glow in the presence of a full moon. Are you sure it doesn’t glow when orcs are near, my Precious?
He wears a green under pant under a murky green, leaf decorated loincloth which falls to his knees. Both are made from a light material dyed by swamp plant. I knew there were plants that could eat bugs, but now there’s plants that can dye loin cloths? A-mazing!
From his knees down to his ankles are wrapped with wood bark over a soft brown material, like his arms. However at the base spring a rim of soft screaming bird feathers.
Weapons:
Mu-Mu's weapon isn’t just a weapon its his tool of life. Mu-Mu's Canoe Oar is his tool for combat, bending, rowing, playing swamp ball and basically used to achieve what ever mischief and antics he is capable of (But that’s not all! Call now and you get the Deluxe model which comes with a toaster and brand new washer-dryer set with AC adaptor cable!). One of his mentor's inspires his life, Dan-Dan Hey, that’s MY character! Plaigerism! Scandal! *flails* wielding a double paddle oar. A few of his mentors and idols have been Dan-Dan, Kulap and Huo. They shaped his life so far and he has based his learning upon their methods. It was Dan-Dan who helped him construct his oar as the same methods had helped him to learn. Funny, I don’t remember mentioning a copy-cat Stu in Dan-dan’s profile >.>
The full length is roughly 5 foot and being a canoe paddle has a single paddle.
Around the edge of the paddle are catfish gator teeth, wedged in firmly with a sticky substance (Do I wat to ask what the substance is?). The whole wooden surface is covered with tribal engravings of vines, swirls and water like waves. A tribal frog decorates both sides of the paddle.
The handle is slim but strong and fits perfectly into Mu-Mu's hand. At the end is a crescent shape hook. The base of the hook is wood but the two hook ends are made of flint.
This feature is key in swamp ball to catch the ball and swing it around and is fatal in battle (swinging a deadly weapon around all willy-nilly while playing a game between prepubescent boys… Great Idea!) however the topic of combat is very little on Mu-Mu's innocent yet insane mind. He’s much too busy thinking about Tacos…
Mu-Mu also constantly carries around a ball formed by scaly catfish gator skin. The skin is rough, with the spikes of the spine still remaining, the inside is full with stodgy (Stodgy! It’s the New ‘Shimmel!’) vines giving it its full shape. With the power of his oar behind it, the ball can be a formidable weapon and also a fun object for Mu-Mu to play with when he is bored. He seems to have trouble differentiating between life-threating objects and backyard games…
Personality:
Mu-Mu is one of the happiest, excitable, hyperactive boys you would ever stumble across. This may be due to his blind ignorance and seclusion from the outside world but non the less he is an incredibly joyful child. He has a sense of fun like no other (*reads back to what he considers gaming objects* ….Ya Think!?). He loves nothing more than playing games, laughing and humoring himself.
This shows slightly in his bizarre appearance. From his wide eyes (well, One wide eye…>.> to unusual body figure. He is also very wild and bizarre, some could even call him insane. He has peculiar views on life, which are very innocent and surprisingly spiritual.
That’s another main part of his personality. His spirituality. Although he is very immature and crazy he has a love of life and spirituality. That’s maybe why he is good at bending vines (Or maybe his creator just felt like being a nonsensical Suethor? ^^). He often talks of his time with the spirits, especially the spirit of joy, who taught him tricks and how to see life in a good perspective. Most think he is crazy and deluded with his dreams, and maybe he is, but he still believes his link with the spirits is strong and they enjoy his visits. ”I see dead people…” And they tell me I’m a Sue!
His one true love is his family, his tribe. He couldn’t live on his own, it would drive him insane. He talks non stop all day, if not to people then to himself, spirits, trees or even Binky, the dead squirrel that forms his water pouch (He talks to a dead squirrel that he regularly uses as a water storage device… I think I may have to use one of the site’s monthly Crazy Cards to call in the whitecoats on this boy). His one true aspiration is to live up to the people who help him and form himself.
Background:
Around 12 years ago a small group from the Foggy Swamp Tribe decided to pass from their secluded home in search of materials and herbs to help cure a minor plague (Minor Plague? Is that an oxy-moron, or did the plague just consist of the Sniffles and Upset Tummies?) that was sweeping the tribe. Amongst the small group was a couple, a brave warrior and his water bending wife, who was pregnant at the time ”Come on, Honey, join the dangerous expedition. A little fresh air and exercise will be wonderful for the baby!”. What happened to them was a very foggy affair but what’s known is that one day about a year later a few hunters from the Foggy Swamp Tribe stumbled across a small baby in a bed of vines and bamboo floating across the silent swamp water miraculously untouched by leeches, gators, snakes, fish, rodents, mud, or anything that would be remotely unpleasant and commonly found in a Swamp.
At first they were unsure of his origin but then they found a small necklace that was distinctive with a mark of one of migrated swamp members. On a small piece of bark was etched the name
As he aged people began to see peculiarities forming with him. Sometimes he would wonder off into beams of light made by the elders shining a flashlight against a wall and sit even at the age of 4 (He could sit at the age of 4? No Way! It took me 10 years to mast that skill!) just staring at a wood frog for hours upon hours. As he was able to talk he often spoke of spirits and ghosties and a Burning Bush and the tribe would often grow worrisome as he would be run away for long periods of time. But after a while, and seeing he was always safe and the connection he had with the swamp people gradually came to expect this of
He was told quite early about his parents. He lived with some of the villages older people in a retirement home where he was forced to change bedpans every day. He didn’t mind though, he said he always say strange people who would talk to him when he dreamt but he didn’t really need parents. He loved the whole of his tribe and every single one was like a parent or sibling to him.
One day at the age of five he was watching a catfish gator swimming and the ripples that it caused. It was a late night and the moon was full in the sky. The catfish gator made a sharp turn as it spotted some prey and caused quite a considerable wave. Mu-Mu was overjoyed and tried to create one himself. He picked up a large leaf and swept the water. A small ripple formed, nothing like the power of the catfish gator. Slightly bewildered, and a bit miffed he tried again. He could feel a soft tingling from his heart which extended around his body and into his hands. A wave about 4 foot high was caused. He laughed and jumped around merrily slapping the water. Again amazing things happened and a she slapped the water huge bursts shot from the surface.
He returned to the village, skipping along merrily messily bending uncontrollable amount of water. The villagers were ecstatic and pleased that the crazy, wild child had such a special gift (They even threw a parade in his honor, for no one has ever discovered they could waterbend before!). However as time went on they became worried as he showed little promise of mastering the art. He couldn’t even form a steady water ball.
He learnt a lot of harmony and wisdom from the older people. They taught him of spirits, the swamp and many told him of secret herbs and spices (The ones used in the secret recipe of EKFC chicken). He became the agile body of the old minds. He would run errands for them, collect special herbs and learnt an awful lot because nothing’s more educating than scraping fungus off a rotting log….
They set him about learning to respect the water and the land they lived on. They taught him of its dangers and it wonders and he picked them up incredibly well at his young age, but that was partly because he saw nothing but what he wanted to see. He saw happiness, innocence and everything complex was simple and easy to him, apart from bending water. Naturally…
All of the water benders in the tribe tried to relate with
However
One day he saw a swamp man, called Huo bending vines. Huo heard the giggles of the eight year old child and laughed along with the bemused youngster. He formed a serpent and started chasing the squealing youngster with the vine monster. At first
Mu-Mu laughed at this and seized Huo's stomach in thanks for trying to kill him and put him out of his miserable sue-ish existence. The elder was amazed, and with a beaming smile shouldered the youngster and carried him home to share the amazing story.
At the age of eight Mu-Mu was sick of the pocking and prodding the elders did to him (being “pocked and prodded” by elders seems like something that requires police action…) and their incisive fascination so he set up a home in a withered tree on the outskirts of the village. He had refuge there and it was a simple place that he could rest and play and commute with the animals and spirits. Like Buddha! Only small and annoying…
He never has shown much progress with his bending. He has a great love and innocent understanding of the world but his vine bending is still basic and very sloppy, more so is his actual water bending. I love how it comes full circle… We started with a nonsensical statement about vine bending, and 2000-something words later, nothing has changed my perception about it.
Sample RP:
The soon (The Soon?) was bleak in the misty morning sky. The fog glittered in its pure rays. A young swamp boy lay swinging half asleep on his vine hammock. The unenthusiastic sun crept through a gap in the old withered tree that Mu-Mu called his home. It flickered onto his half open eyes, alerting them to the mornings call.
He yawned and swept back his hair. He felt a small knot for a vine. Seizing one he tied back his hair and swept up onto his feet. There was a small wooden basin in the far corner, he jumped over the lethal gap in his that led down to other areas of his "house" and landed at the basin. There was a shoot above the basin with a rock wedged firmly in place. He pulled it out and water burst through into the basin. He has a large rain water reserve that he had built all by himself with nothing but construction paper, elmer’s glue, and multi-colored glitter for pizzazz. He corked it up and looked into the watery mirror. He splashed his face with some water and then took a spiky brush and placed it on the basin's edge.
He rummaged around some home made shelves which were fashioned of cardboard and macroni noodles, finding a bowl, a slug, some herbs and a stick. He squeezed the slug which made it discrete a pink substance. He stroked it and placed it in a bowl of salad like leaves so it could become fat and juicy again (Seems like that’d kinda be hard after disemboweling the creature…). He then shredded some herbs into the bowl and finally started mixing it with a stick. He scooped it onto the brush smiled and then began to rub the brush against his teeth. After brushing he quickly swung down to the base of the tree. There he picked up an ornate, one paddled oar.
He slung a ball between his mask and his shoulder and ran out into the early morning swamp (This kid likes balls…). He didn’t like to lie in the morning. It was boring. If it was up to him, people wouldn’t have to sleep. He sees it as a waste of opportunity. SO much can be gained from life and every time he sleeps he could be missing something spectacular.
He skipped in and out of the warm beams of light and parted the fog with his ore (*throws chunk of raw iron ore through the mist* Part, you darn Fog! *sigh* This parting stuff was so much easier when I was Moses…). It took him about ten minutes but he was finally at a small circle of trees, connected by lots of entangling vines. He loved playing in their. He sank into the water and passed the vine barrier. At the top of the circle of trees was an opening which the sun often shone through. Mu-Mu smiled gleefully as the flies buzzed around because he was the Lord of the Flies. He took his ball and threw it into the air. He swung his oar wide and smacked the ball towards a net of well strung vines. It connected and bounced back. This time, Mu-Mu took the crescent hook of the oar and hooked the back. He used momentum to spin it and a sent it whirling into another net. It bounced back again.
Sometimes he would be there for hours before even eating and today was one of those days where he just felt like loosing himself playing a game.
Tired after a few hours of playing, he climbed the tree and slumped into one of the nets. There were pockets in the trees that always contained some snack. He peeled away a stone from a tree which was quite hard as it was glued with a sticky honey. That’s what he loved about the surprise pockets. He never knew what he was going to eat. he plunged his hand into the gooey substance and lapped it up with his long tongue. It was awfully sticky and incredibly joyful to eat. Wow… I thought we all learned the lesson from Sokka not to go eating the substances you find growing in dark, damp places?
……..Eh, I think you’ve gotten the idea by now. If I try and tear this up any more I’ll be out of witty retorts for the next year and a half. I’ll just assume that I could have fit at least one more Moses joke and perhaps a reference to another movie in the next two paragraphs. Use your imagination….
Suddenly a rare, blue butterfly fluttered past. He sat stock still the honey dribbling onto his leg. He snapped shut his mouth and corked the tree. He ran across a thick branch after the butterfly. It changed its course and fluttered down. Mu-Mu smiled and dived off the tree in to a deep swamp bog. He swam after it, soon touching more ground and racing after the butterfly.
He followed it for half and hour, overjoyed at the obstacles it set him. Finally as they bantered through a patch of fog it disappeared. Mu-Mu blinked and looked around bewildered. Suddenly he heard raised voices. He climbed to the edge of a tree and saw three ragged looking men pushing each other around.
"See this place is a waste! Why did you bring us hear you moron!" A big buff fellow roared, punching his friend in the eye. The hit man stumbled backwards. "Hey! You watched it! I’m warning you Pokei! And actually this swamp is said to have rare treasures and native folks who could earn us some good gold!"
Mu-Mu gasped and a frown now perched upon his face. He breathed slowly and using all his concentration moved a few vines. He linked his ore to a vine and pushed off the tree. He zipped down the vine at incredible speeds. As he reached the bickering bandit like men he let go of the vine and sloppily raised water and vine to cushion his fall.
The rough men staggered backwards and cowered as the wall of swamp land fell. Mu-Mu had quickly gathered some vines around him, bulking out his figure and pulling an angry mask onto his face. He had learnt this from Huo, who always used it to scare of people. The men shrieked and cowered as Mu-Mu stomped forward. Mu-Mu panicked as he felt the vines loosening. He had never even began to master this move and a heavy sense of embarrassment fell upon him as the last vines withdrew from his leg.
He felt a prickling along his spine as the men regained their bravery. They donned confused faces which then curled into hysteric laughter. They cackled out, scaring away some on looking animals. Mu-Mu blinked as he snorted up some fleeing mucus from his nose. "I’m guna gut you" One of them snarled lurching forward. Snapping back into an alert sense Mu-Mu dodged the attack as side-stepped. He didn’t want to try any thing to brash so as his hand settled on his water bag he lurched it forward.
"Feel the wrath of Binky" Mu-Mu cooed bringing the deceased squirrel, water canteen upwards and squeezing its belly. A jet of water squirted into the man eyes. He pulled a face of confusing dropping his sword in disbelief. Mu-Mu smiled innocently and brought his oar above his head. He slapped it onto the waters surface to propel him backwards. He felt a large rushing of water under him and a wave forming below his bottom. It pushed him into a front roll, his body following his bump.
He landed roughly, in a sitting position his long dreads mopping his face. As he swept the hair from his face he saw the bandits in another fit of laughter. Enraged he pounded the water with his fist. This time he did what he had intended to do and shot off for about a yard. He smiled as he found himself away from the bandits. He waved mockingly and took his horn to his lips. A heavy rumbling sound emitted. The call of help.
