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whitegirldreads) wrote2017-03-30 08:02 pm
whitegirldreads) wrote2017-03-30 08:02 pm
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Other characters currently played: Kainé
Character name: Shaundi
Age: College age, like 20
Canon: Saints Row
Canonpoint: End of 2
Background: wiki says what
Personality:
Shaundi spends about 90% of her free time stoned off her gourd, or else so relaxed that she may as well be. She's often seen playing hacky sack with college frat dudes, or playing ski-ball instead of doing work, and otherwise just chilling. She takes pretty much nothing seriously, meeting any and all stressors with a "dude, relax" and finding another joint. That, or another boyfriend. It's kind of an open secret that Shaundi's got more X's than the English language, and she's pretty much always willing to add another one to the pile. Whatever, man, it's all in good fun, right?
She hits up those exes for information pretty much all the time, which strangely enough makes her one of the more connected members of the Saints. Whenever shit's going down, she knows somebody who knows something who knows a guy. She's pretty good at remembering details, or at least only forgetting them every now and then as opposed to, say, all the time. She's good at seizing advantages, too. When she runs into the Brotherhood's Number 2 at a bank, she's got the Boss on the horn and a kidnapping plot in motion before you can say "what the fuck?"
To sum all that up? Shaundi's resourceful with a head for tactics under all that pot smoke. Some douchebag ex comes at her in the Saints HQ and her first response is to throw a brick of cocaine right in his face. True, she doesn't escape from him for long, but still, she's got a cool head in a crisis. She's not bad at reading people, either, if the fact that she arranges for the Boss to fuck up the police station because they'd get a kick out of it is any way to judge. It's not her fault she knows how to have a good time once all the work's done.
The last thing she wants to be is useless or a drag. This becomes a much bigger deal once Veteran's Child kidnaps her from HQ, and even later, when Gat bites the bullet in the Third. Sure, she provides info, but all that info's gleaned from banging guys, and she's not exactly the sturdiest when the shooting starts, either. If she doesn't pull her weight, she's gonna get cut up, and that's if she's lucky. So she goes above and beyond at times to make sure she's pulling that weight, even if that means stealing ideas from Pierce or insisting she comes along during missions. And if the Boss vetoes that idea, that's just fine, because she'll just go behind their back and sneak along anyhow.
In later games, particularly in the Third, this aggressive streak sees Shaundi evolve from a stoner to a certified badass at the cost of the partying. Turns out when you give a girl a bunch of responsibilities, they stop being so irresponsible. Who knew? Looking back on this hippie phase causes the older (if not necessarily wiser) Shaundi a whole lot of additional anger on top of her standard levels of aggro because… well, have you ever wanted to dopeslap yourself for making bad decisions? Yeah, Future!Shaundi sees her stoner phase as about twenty bad decisions in a row. It takes (re)murdering Veteran Child for Shaundi to come to terms with herself, keeping her new responsibilities while remembering how to let some shit go, just like the old days.
Shaundi's a Saint, through and through: tough as fuck with a penchant for mayhem. Give her a hookah bar and some striper poles and she'll turn out just fine. Or, you know, an AK-47. Whatever works.
Wish:
Her wish: I wish I didn't have to rely on anyone.
(Shaundi got kidnapped by one of her exes not too long ago at this point, and she continues to be deadweight when it comes to the fighting part of being in a gang. She doesn't wanna be a drag, or have the Boss bail her out, or anything like that. It's probably not too long after Loren goes down, when the Saints are running Stilwater, maybe even just around when she gets her reality show, when she starts dwelling on the ways she kind of sucks at this. Cue Kyuubey. If she doesn't have to rely on others, they won't have to keep bailing her out, right? She's gotta toughen up or she's gonna be useless out here.
Her intentions aren't really selfish as much as you'd think. She wants the best for the Saints, and that means wanting herself to be better. There's a lot of things she doesn't like about herself if she looks at it too long, and while she's having fun partying now, eventually that party's gotta end. So, her wish, conversely from what she thinks, would actually end up making her useless in a fight, as all her powers are designed to just keep her out of trouble as opposed to, you know, killing a motherfucker.)
Passive ability: Light healing abilities, so that in case she gets injured, she can take care of herself. It'd be a slow/small regeneration, not enough to take care of major wounds, but enough to keep up with small scrapes and cuts during battle.
Active ability: Concealing fog, so that enemies can't spot her. She can't rely on anyone else if she can escape without taking damage in the first place, right? This is a primarily smoke based fog, and it would initially only last for a short period of time and surround only her. Through Event Participation, she'd be able to learn how to keep up the fog effect longer and cover more ground, and even induce status effects with it (say, sleep or poison). She can't direct the fog (other than it appearing in a circle), so the potential for friendly fire is there.
Weapon: A shotgun. It's got a lot of stopping power and a lot of spread, and it'll help keep assholes off her back.
Sample:
[So she's talking at the mirror. At, not to. She's lounging in front of it. Behind her, she's apparently used some magic to give herself a couch, a beanbag chair, maybe a lava lamp. You know, like basically any college dorm room in the last century. Shit, there might even be a Bob Marley poster up there. Eventually Shaundi sits pretzel style in front of the thing, slouching like nothing else.]
So hey. [A little wave goes here.] Got a question for you. [She's already shrugging.] There some kinda boss around here? [Shit, what if they don't know what bosses are?] You know. Someone who tells you what to do? [There, that sounds kinda like English. She shrugs again and goes right back to slouching.] Just wondering.
[Fuck, she forgot something, so she sits upright a little.] Oh yeah. And is there anything fun to do around here? [Probably not her definition of fun, aka involving copious amounts of weed, but, you know. Something's better than nothing.]
Anyway, think that's everything. Later. [She leans back so far that she's lounging again, looking at the ceiling. If her eyes are open, anyway.]
Contact info:
Other characters currently played: Kainé
Character name: Shaundi
Age: College age, like 20
Canon: Saints Row
Canonpoint: End of 2
Background: wiki says what
Personality:
Shaundi spends about 90% of her free time stoned off her gourd, or else so relaxed that she may as well be. She's often seen playing hacky sack with college frat dudes, or playing ski-ball instead of doing work, and otherwise just chilling. She takes pretty much nothing seriously, meeting any and all stressors with a "dude, relax" and finding another joint. That, or another boyfriend. It's kind of an open secret that Shaundi's got more X's than the English language, and she's pretty much always willing to add another one to the pile. Whatever, man, it's all in good fun, right?
She hits up those exes for information pretty much all the time, which strangely enough makes her one of the more connected members of the Saints. Whenever shit's going down, she knows somebody who knows something who knows a guy. She's pretty good at remembering details, or at least only forgetting them every now and then as opposed to, say, all the time. She's good at seizing advantages, too. When she runs into the Brotherhood's Number 2 at a bank, she's got the Boss on the horn and a kidnapping plot in motion before you can say "what the fuck?"
To sum all that up? Shaundi's resourceful with a head for tactics under all that pot smoke. Some douchebag ex comes at her in the Saints HQ and her first response is to throw a brick of cocaine right in his face. True, she doesn't escape from him for long, but still, she's got a cool head in a crisis. She's not bad at reading people, either, if the fact that she arranges for the Boss to fuck up the police station because they'd get a kick out of it is any way to judge. It's not her fault she knows how to have a good time once all the work's done.
The last thing she wants to be is useless or a drag. This becomes a much bigger deal once Veteran's Child kidnaps her from HQ, and even later, when Gat bites the bullet in the Third. Sure, she provides info, but all that info's gleaned from banging guys, and she's not exactly the sturdiest when the shooting starts, either. If she doesn't pull her weight, she's gonna get cut up, and that's if she's lucky. So she goes above and beyond at times to make sure she's pulling that weight, even if that means stealing ideas from Pierce or insisting she comes along during missions. And if the Boss vetoes that idea, that's just fine, because she'll just go behind their back and sneak along anyhow.
In later games, particularly in the Third, this aggressive streak sees Shaundi evolve from a stoner to a certified badass at the cost of the partying. Turns out when you give a girl a bunch of responsibilities, they stop being so irresponsible. Who knew? Looking back on this hippie phase causes the older (if not necessarily wiser) Shaundi a whole lot of additional anger on top of her standard levels of aggro because… well, have you ever wanted to dopeslap yourself for making bad decisions? Yeah, Future!Shaundi sees her stoner phase as about twenty bad decisions in a row. It takes (re)murdering Veteran Child for Shaundi to come to terms with herself, keeping her new responsibilities while remembering how to let some shit go, just like the old days.
Shaundi's a Saint, through and through: tough as fuck with a penchant for mayhem. Give her a hookah bar and some striper poles and she'll turn out just fine. Or, you know, an AK-47. Whatever works.
Wish:
Her wish: I wish I didn't have to rely on anyone.
(Shaundi got kidnapped by one of her exes not too long ago at this point, and she continues to be deadweight when it comes to the fighting part of being in a gang. She doesn't wanna be a drag, or have the Boss bail her out, or anything like that. It's probably not too long after Loren goes down, when the Saints are running Stilwater, maybe even just around when she gets her reality show, when she starts dwelling on the ways she kind of sucks at this. Cue Kyuubey. If she doesn't have to rely on others, they won't have to keep bailing her out, right? She's gotta toughen up or she's gonna be useless out here.
Her intentions aren't really selfish as much as you'd think. She wants the best for the Saints, and that means wanting herself to be better. There's a lot of things she doesn't like about herself if she looks at it too long, and while she's having fun partying now, eventually that party's gotta end. So, her wish, conversely from what she thinks, would actually end up making her useless in a fight, as all her powers are designed to just keep her out of trouble as opposed to, you know, killing a motherfucker.)
Passive ability: Light healing abilities, so that in case she gets injured, she can take care of herself. It'd be a slow/small regeneration, not enough to take care of major wounds, but enough to keep up with small scrapes and cuts during battle.
Active ability: Concealing fog, so that enemies can't spot her. She can't rely on anyone else if she can escape without taking damage in the first place, right? This is a primarily smoke based fog, and it would initially only last for a short period of time and surround only her. Through Event Participation, she'd be able to learn how to keep up the fog effect longer and cover more ground, and even induce status effects with it (say, sleep or poison). She can't direct the fog (other than it appearing in a circle), so the potential for friendly fire is there.
Weapon: A shotgun. It's got a lot of stopping power and a lot of spread, and it'll help keep assholes off her back.
Sample:
[So she's talking at the mirror. At, not to. She's lounging in front of it. Behind her, she's apparently used some magic to give herself a couch, a beanbag chair, maybe a lava lamp. You know, like basically any college dorm room in the last century. Shit, there might even be a Bob Marley poster up there. Eventually Shaundi sits pretzel style in front of the thing, slouching like nothing else.]
So hey. [A little wave goes here.] Got a question for you. [She's already shrugging.] There some kinda boss around here? [Shit, what if they don't know what bosses are?] You know. Someone who tells you what to do? [There, that sounds kinda like English. She shrugs again and goes right back to slouching.] Just wondering.
[Fuck, she forgot something, so she sits upright a little.] Oh yeah. And is there anything fun to do around here? [Probably not her definition of fun, aka involving copious amounts of weed, but, you know. Something's better than nothing.]
Anyway, think that's everything. Later. [She leans back so far that she's lounging again, looking at the ceiling. If her eyes are open, anyway.]