Post by ♫ e s h e ♪ on Sept 30, 2010 22:18:49 GMT -8
To Amuse Us
~ Blabber of impudent comments and cracker of bad jokes ~
Number/Name:
Winston/10
Number Placement:
On the bottom of his right fooottt
Gender:
Male (what, I'm not manly ENOUGH for you or summthin'? >U)
Years since Creation:
2 (oh, and just to mention, if you lived those first two years of stitchpunkness ahead of me, you would've noticed how DULL your very existence was. |D 'Til I came along, that is~)
Date of Creation:
December 25th (yeah... I KNOW it's Christmas but don't try to combine birthday AND christmas presents just to save time. >8| Lazy asses.)
Alignment:
Savior (FTW! C'mon! COOL PEOPLE!)
Height:
10 inches (You know why I get away with stuff? |D ... BECAUSE I'M BIG >8U)
Fabric:
Light orange polyester (NO NOT like a freaking creamsicle. Call me a creamsicle and... I'll call you horrible names! >U;)
Metal:
Iron (I PWN AWESOMENESS WITH AN IRON FIST! >D -literally-) Also, he has copper fingers, toes, and optics.
Anomalies:
Left optic is slightly higher than his right, but not enough so that it is noticeable. (.... WHAT? 8U) He has a crooked, obnoxious-looking grin that twists across his face when he is humored by something. His fingers and toes are pointed like claws, but are far too dull to cut through anything. (I DON'T SEE THE LOPSIDED OPTICS! %U ksdjhfdf) I mainly said that to set him off.
Accessories:
He likes wearing socks as hats, multi-colored ones with designs and funny shapes in particular. Due to his scatterbrained tendencies and UNMATCHED ability to lose things within 2 seconds of finding them... he does a LOT of replacing. (.... hey I lost my fist. Oh wait, I didn't. It's IN YOUR FACE >%U) Ouch. So yes, expect many different designs to find their way onto his head.
Abilities:
I'll put it this way, Winston couldn't sew to save his sorry orange rear from certain demise. His singing skills are matched alongside rusty door hinges and an opera singer with a hangover. (.... |U I resent that.) He excels at lifting heavy things, due to his iron frame and size which gives him considerable strength. However, his battle skills are hardly graceful. He does a flail-fist attempt when face-to-face with danger that looks kind of like a chicken with alighted tail feathers. (Though keep in mind, this in NO WAY affects my dancing skills. >9 -attempt moonwalk-)
Weapon(s):
Hands and feet. Swung out in a disorderly fashion.
Appearance:
(Don't worry, you will be seeing my beautiful face VERY soon. ;U)
Light-orange fabric that is a little bleached out from him spending so much time in the sun. Three rather large and yellow buttons hold shut his chest compartment. His fingers and toes are pointed - as I mentioned before - but are harmless. Lanky and ungraceful in appearance, he tends to drag his feet a little and stumble when walking; as if he has poor depth perception. His face is bright and was sewn straight off to fit his unceasing humor at the world around him. Rarely can he be seen without a smirk or a crooked grin displayed just above his chin.
(... All the qualities of quite an attractive dude. >3> ~~~ Nono, seriously ladies, there's enough of me to go around. |D You've just got to wait your turn) Oh, c'mon Winston. We all know you're only fooling yourself. (%D Well.... DUH! They really CAN'T control themselves!) Oh yes, and a sock. Don't forget the sock.
Personality:
Ok, imagine a 38-year-old man who never grew up. Now take that and combine it with years of video games, Chuck Norris movies, and the guy who packages groceries at your local supermarket. Your result? The soul that ended up clad in orange polyester. Your very own, Winston. (... are you trying to say something about video games and Chuck Norris movies? >3>)
Winston is constantly talking, no matter what the subject or the time. Constantly making jokes, teasing the dolls he runs into, and messing with others to stir an amusing reaction; words are basically flying out of his thoughts so quickly that it's hard for him to comprehend them beforehand. (FO REAL! |D)
Despite his outwardly presumptuous behavior, Winston has a good heart. His size does not hinder his ability to interact with others, and he could be best described as a gentle giant. He has an ego the size of Jupiter, however, and whenever winning a game or rescuing another doll, his modesty is dumped down the drain. (Ok... now you're making me look bad. PDP;)
As for she-dolls... (aw crap, here we go. 8|) He acts out constantly like a horny teenager when around them, making whatever cocky comment he can to get their attention. When confronted with actual physical contact with one, however, he instantly gets flustered and bashful. (>%//(__( I DO NOT! HJSVDJSHVD)
Winston also has a rather unhealthy habit of "magneting" himself with a banana-shaped refrigerator magnet dubbed simply as Nanner. This may or may not be the reason for his clumsiness - spending one too many afternoons with Nanner. He is usually outwardly open about his habit to other guys, but is less forthright around she-dolls.
(|U mmmmyep. Good ol' Nanner is always there when I need him. The best kind of loyalty, if you ask me. |D ~)
Other Information:
VA : Dom DeLuise
Theme Song
This fits him so well it's scary.
~ Blabber of impudent comments and cracker of bad jokes ~
Number/Name:
Winston/10
Number Placement:
On the bottom of his right fooottt
Gender:
Male (what, I'm not manly ENOUGH for you or summthin'? >U)
Years since Creation:
2 (oh, and just to mention, if you lived those first two years of stitchpunkness ahead of me, you would've noticed how DULL your very existence was. |D 'Til I came along, that is~)
Date of Creation:
December 25th (yeah... I KNOW it's Christmas but don't try to combine birthday AND christmas presents just to save time. >8| Lazy asses.)
Alignment:
Savior (FTW! C'mon! COOL PEOPLE!)
Height:
10 inches (You know why I get away with stuff? |D ... BECAUSE I'M BIG >8U)
Fabric:
Light orange polyester (NO NOT like a freaking creamsicle. Call me a creamsicle and... I'll call you horrible names! >U;)
Metal:
Iron (I PWN AWESOMENESS WITH AN IRON FIST! >D -literally-) Also, he has copper fingers, toes, and optics.
Anomalies:
Left optic is slightly higher than his right, but not enough so that it is noticeable. (.... WHAT? 8U) He has a crooked, obnoxious-looking grin that twists across his face when he is humored by something. His fingers and toes are pointed like claws, but are far too dull to cut through anything. (I DON'T SEE THE LOPSIDED OPTICS! %U ksdjhfdf) I mainly said that to set him off.
Accessories:
He likes wearing socks as hats, multi-colored ones with designs and funny shapes in particular. Due to his scatterbrained tendencies and UNMATCHED ability to lose things within 2 seconds of finding them... he does a LOT of replacing. (.... hey I lost my fist. Oh wait, I didn't. It's IN YOUR FACE >%U) Ouch. So yes, expect many different designs to find their way onto his head.
Abilities:
I'll put it this way, Winston couldn't sew to save his sorry orange rear from certain demise. His singing skills are matched alongside rusty door hinges and an opera singer with a hangover. (.... |U I resent that.) He excels at lifting heavy things, due to his iron frame and size which gives him considerable strength. However, his battle skills are hardly graceful. He does a flail-fist attempt when face-to-face with danger that looks kind of like a chicken with alighted tail feathers. (Though keep in mind, this in NO WAY affects my dancing skills. >9 -attempt moonwalk-)
Weapon(s):
Hands and feet. Swung out in a disorderly fashion.
Appearance:
(Don't worry, you will be seeing my beautiful face VERY soon. ;U)
Light-orange fabric that is a little bleached out from him spending so much time in the sun. Three rather large and yellow buttons hold shut his chest compartment. His fingers and toes are pointed - as I mentioned before - but are harmless. Lanky and ungraceful in appearance, he tends to drag his feet a little and stumble when walking; as if he has poor depth perception. His face is bright and was sewn straight off to fit his unceasing humor at the world around him. Rarely can he be seen without a smirk or a crooked grin displayed just above his chin.
(... All the qualities of quite an attractive dude. >3> ~~~ Nono, seriously ladies, there's enough of me to go around. |D You've just got to wait your turn) Oh, c'mon Winston. We all know you're only fooling yourself. (%D Well.... DUH! They really CAN'T control themselves!) Oh yes, and a sock. Don't forget the sock.
Personality:
Ok, imagine a 38-year-old man who never grew up. Now take that and combine it with years of video games, Chuck Norris movies, and the guy who packages groceries at your local supermarket. Your result? The soul that ended up clad in orange polyester. Your very own, Winston. (... are you trying to say something about video games and Chuck Norris movies? >3>)
Winston is constantly talking, no matter what the subject or the time. Constantly making jokes, teasing the dolls he runs into, and messing with others to stir an amusing reaction; words are basically flying out of his thoughts so quickly that it's hard for him to comprehend them beforehand. (FO REAL! |D)
Despite his outwardly presumptuous behavior, Winston has a good heart. His size does not hinder his ability to interact with others, and he could be best described as a gentle giant. He has an ego the size of Jupiter, however, and whenever winning a game or rescuing another doll, his modesty is dumped down the drain. (Ok... now you're making me look bad. PDP;)
As for she-dolls... (aw crap, here we go. 8|) He acts out constantly like a horny teenager when around them, making whatever cocky comment he can to get their attention. When confronted with actual physical contact with one, however, he instantly gets flustered and bashful. (>%//(__( I DO NOT! HJSVDJSHVD)
Winston also has a rather unhealthy habit of "magneting" himself with a banana-shaped refrigerator magnet dubbed simply as Nanner. This may or may not be the reason for his clumsiness - spending one too many afternoons with Nanner. He is usually outwardly open about his habit to other guys, but is less forthright around she-dolls.
(|U mmmmyep. Good ol' Nanner is always there when I need him. The best kind of loyalty, if you ask me. |D ~)
Other Information:
VA : Dom DeLuise
Theme Song
This fits him so well it's scary.