Post by Bane on Nov 5, 2014 4:52:37 GMT
Rocket Raccoon
Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY
Full Name: Rocket
Nicknames: Nah
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Location: New York
Origin: Marvel
Play-By: Voiced by Bradley Cooper
Height: Short. He's a raccoon after all.
Hair: He's furry. He's got a lot of hair
Eyes: Brown
Typical Clothing/Uniform:
Typically? His clothing is made specifically for him, otherwise he'd be dressed like some foolish toddler. Real fierce for a bounty hunter, huh?
Usually something stretchy, padded and fitting of a mercenary.
Typically? His clothing is made specifically for him, otherwise he'd be dressed like some foolish toddler. Real fierce for a bounty hunter, huh?
Usually something stretchy, padded and fitting of a mercenary.
Powers/Abilities
Enhanced senses compared to human. He's a raccoon, after all so naturally he's suited to smell and see better and move differently. Expert marksman and master of strategy.
Rocket it no idiot.
Enhanced senses compared to human. He's a raccoon, after all so naturally he's suited to smell and see better and move differently. Expert marksman and master of strategy.
Rocket it no idiot.
Team Affiliation:
When it suits him? He's a Guardian of the Galaxy of course.
Otherwise working freelance as a bounty hunter and causing mischief.
Otherwise working freelance as a bounty hunter and causing mischief.
Personality:
Brash and a little rude. Rocket will not spare for feeling in favor of what he wants to say. If he's mad (and he usually is) by god he will say what he wants to say.
Family:
Some Raccoon's somewhere probably. Right?
Rocket's never met 'em.
Some Raccoon's somewhere probably. Right?
Rocket's never met 'em.
Marital status:
Sing..le?
Sing..le?
History:
An experiment, first and foremost. Rocket isn't the only of his kind, but many like him in the Keystone Quadrant. A complex was built for the disables and insane to be taken care of but when their funding for the project was cut and could no longer be cared for by people, they were passed over to robots specially designed for the task. It was sectioned off from the rest of the galaxy, but the robots were slightly smarter than originally programmed after a nearby star went nova. It gave them a sentient being, and the robots charged the animals with taking care of the loony humans.
That was where he was before the events of Guardians of the Galaxy.
Afterwards?
Raising Groot was a main task, he basically separated from the group as a whole. But now with Groot fully regrown he could return to the way things used to be. Bounty Hunting, any merc job offered to him that appeals and whatever else he feels like getting up to. Like visiting earth.
An experiment, first and foremost. Rocket isn't the only of his kind, but many like him in the Keystone Quadrant. A complex was built for the disables and insane to be taken care of but when their funding for the project was cut and could no longer be cared for by people, they were passed over to robots specially designed for the task. It was sectioned off from the rest of the galaxy, but the robots were slightly smarter than originally programmed after a nearby star went nova. It gave them a sentient being, and the robots charged the animals with taking care of the loony humans.
That was where he was before the events of Guardians of the Galaxy.
Afterwards?
Raising Groot was a main task, he basically separated from the group as a whole. But now with Groot fully regrown he could return to the way things used to be. Bounty Hunting, any merc job offered to him that appeals and whatever else he feels like getting up to. Like visiting earth.
Sample Post:
"S'cuse me, pardon me, priority mammal coming through." he boisterously yelled while mercilessly smacking at the knee's and shits of any humans that came too close. "Let's go to earth- they said. It'll be fine- they said. They have HOTDOGS. THEY SAID." Rocket then took a particularly vicious swipe at a woman who hadn't been paying attention, giving an unforgiving growl at the strange wet little rat she had on a leash. A dog, or a pet. But it looked revolting and as far as Rocket could tell it probably had little to no real use. These human's were strange,
"At least get an animal that tries it's best to look like it hasn't been through some shitty mutations. I do. Sheesh."
He grumbled loudly, waving his hands dismissively at the pair as she woman squealed off in a panicked hurry. She sounded positively hysterical once she reached the street corner but Rocket had turned away before she fainted. Everyone else just murmured or cried out something in surprise, some of them holding devices up to him, phones to take pictures. But it did initially look like an act of aggression so at some point the Raccoon threatened to smack it out of the hand of a younger humie. He growled, letting the rumble linger in his throat as he eyed up a child peering around the leg of its father. Shaking his fist menacingly at the youth, he turned his back to it and shoved through the crowd once again.
"Where the hell is that stupid tree."
"S'cuse me, pardon me, priority mammal coming through." he boisterously yelled while mercilessly smacking at the knee's and shits of any humans that came too close. "Let's go to earth- they said. It'll be fine- they said. They have HOTDOGS. THEY SAID." Rocket then took a particularly vicious swipe at a woman who hadn't been paying attention, giving an unforgiving growl at the strange wet little rat she had on a leash. A dog, or a pet. But it looked revolting and as far as Rocket could tell it probably had little to no real use. These human's were strange,
"At least get an animal that tries it's best to look like it hasn't been through some shitty mutations. I do. Sheesh."
He grumbled loudly, waving his hands dismissively at the pair as she woman squealed off in a panicked hurry. She sounded positively hysterical once she reached the street corner but Rocket had turned away before she fainted. Everyone else just murmured or cried out something in surprise, some of them holding devices up to him, phones to take pictures. But it did initially look like an act of aggression so at some point the Raccoon threatened to smack it out of the hand of a younger humie. He growled, letting the rumble linger in his throat as he eyed up a child peering around the leg of its father. Shaking his fist menacingly at the youth, he turned his back to it and shoved through the crowd once again.
"Where the hell is that stupid tree."
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