Ink City, here I come.
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movingforwardMun Name: Ronnie
Journal:nobodyblindedme
Contact Info: robbievaliant@gmail.com or Futureboy10 on AIM.
Other Characters: None presently. I was here a while back on the LJ-based RP, before my life began to go pear-shaped for a while. Good to be back, though. :)
Name: Wilbur Robinson
From: Meet the Robinsons
Appearance:
Age: Thirteen. (Negative twelve if you wanna bring the timey-wimey ball of past/present/future into it, presuming IC takes place in the present...)
Gender: Male
Personality: In a word, Wilbur is nothing if not confident. Why? That is an excellent question. Wilbur is limber, athletic, and rather witty, to boot. He's not the most book-smart kid, though, and lacking somewhat in the category of common sense sometimes. This isn't due to a lack of overall intelligence- Wilbur has quite a head on his shoulders, making up for this deficiency in his ability to improvise, concocting plans- or as Carl would call them, “cockamamie schemes”- on the fly. This, combined with an ability to smooth-talk that is seen through only by his parents and his robot best friend Carl, has saved his skin from a number of situations he honestly had no business getting into in the first place. He's getting better about this and risks- tasting non-existance, however briefly, will do that.
Underneath, he's a bit more vulnerable than he lets on- under his shell, he's a little hard on himself, pushing to be the best he can be. This is because he's the only child of a man who, in his mind, is the best there is. When your father revolutionizes the world in thirty years, anything you could hope to do begins to pale in comparison. His parents realize this- and are for the most part easy on him because of it, mostly pounding in the message that made the future possible: keep moving forward.
Backstory: Wilbur Robinson was the first son of super-genius Cornelius Lewis Robinson. While generally fun-loving, well adjusted, and part of a very large, loving family, Wilbur has a tendency to barrel into things and make careless mistakes, like leaving the garage door open, thus enabling theft of the new model time-machine. What followed, was a definitive moment for Wilbur, a grand adventure back in time. Here, he met up with his father's past-self. After proving his identity as a time traveler, the two became stranded temporarily in his future, as the thief- Mike Yagoobian- set about his attempts to ruin Cornelius' life.
Wilbur's plan for stopping this was simple- manipulate his father's past self into fixing the time machine by promising him one trip that would irrevocably change history as he knew it. Bold, risky, and just crazy enough to maybe, just maybe, work- a typical decision for Wilbur. This, of course, blew up in his face when after his intentions- or rather, lack thereof- to actually hold his end of the promise came out, alienating his father's past-self into a brief alliance with the thief. This resulted in a temporary erasure of the future as they knew it, and Wilbur himself temporarily disappearing up his own existence, due to having never been born in the other timeline. However, he was restored when his father finally repaired the time machine, and fixed the past- now knowing his true identity in the family he met in the future. The entire incident has made Wilbur just a bit more apt to think things through- non-existence is very conducive to deep realizations.
Moral Standing: Chaotic Good- Wilbur is always ready to do what's right, and to keep his family and friends safe, even if sometimes he may bite off more than he can chew in the effort.
Dreams: Wilbur just wants what any kid his age wants- excitement, fun, and maybe, someday, to find his own place in the world- hopefully one with a family half as good as the one he started out in, if he's lucky.
Fears: Wilbur's greatest fear is ever messing up on as grand of scale as his mistakes with the time machine did- he would agonize over it immensely if he ever really caused someone else to be hurt.
Character Location: The Robinson Garage. Just the garage, and its contents... Which include a number of failed prototypes and the original time machine at the moment.
http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/860/vlcsnap2012071218h04m18.png - Entrance
http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/2985/vlcsnap2012071217h01m33.png - Main work area
http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/173/vlcsnap2012071217h01m07.png - Opposite main work area, beginning of prototype area
http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/720/vlcsnap2012071217h00m49.png - Hall of Prototypes
Samples:
Writing Sample: Here, enjoy a couple flash-fiction pieces.
Up Your Own Existence
Nothingness. It was a new experience for Wilbur- a new experience for humanity, really. Until then, no one had had quite the ability to make themselves not exist- either on purpose or accidentally. ...Looks like I made a mark as big as Dad after all. I made the biggest mistake in the history of man, and managed to end up here for it... whatever here is. He looked around- there was really nothing to be found. All he could see were shadows- and even that was an ill descriptor. He could tell there were shapes to them, but he couldn't name them. A line from some movie echoed in his head- Tell me, spirit- are these the shadows of things that will be, or things that may be only? Was that what he was now? It seemed to fit... Whatever'd changed, he hadn't been born. But he was conscious- he wasn't dead.
...Note to self, if you ever start existing again, remember to think twice now and then. It's not going to kill you... or unmake you.
Till You Die
“...So, Mom. Am I still grounded?” he asked, with a bit of a self-conscious smirk on his face. He'd had himself an idea- now he'd had an adventure with his dad, well, why not try and give his kids- if he ever had any- the same privilege? He'd not tell her that- he didn't have permission to touch the time machine, much less drive it. But, he had an alibi. There was still the one time-machine still in the past. A quick grab-and-return, with Carl to drive time-machine-number-two home- that was the story.
Franny looked up from the music sheet she was working from.
“...My words were 'till you die', and it's been, what, two days?” she replied, seeming almost amused.
“That's the thing,” he replied, “Till I was dead.”
“Was dead?”
“Two days ago, in all the big blow-up from the time travel... For about 15 minutes, I was never born. So, my body was gone. My soul wasn't in the universe as we know it. That's death, right?”
She laughed...
“Well. It might be, from a certain point of view... Tell you what, if your father thinks as much of that as you do, it's alright by me.”
Journal:
nobodyblindedme Contact Info: robbievaliant@gmail.com or Futureboy10 on AIM.
Other Characters: None presently. I was here a while back on the LJ-based RP, before my life began to go pear-shaped for a while. Good to be back, though. :)
Name: Wilbur Robinson
From: Meet the Robinsons
Appearance:
Age: Thirteen. (Negative twelve if you wanna bring the timey-wimey ball of past/present/future into it, presuming IC takes place in the present...)
Gender: Male
Personality: In a word, Wilbur is nothing if not confident. Why? That is an excellent question. Wilbur is limber, athletic, and rather witty, to boot. He's not the most book-smart kid, though, and lacking somewhat in the category of common sense sometimes. This isn't due to a lack of overall intelligence- Wilbur has quite a head on his shoulders, making up for this deficiency in his ability to improvise, concocting plans- or as Carl would call them, “cockamamie schemes”- on the fly. This, combined with an ability to smooth-talk that is seen through only by his parents and his robot best friend Carl, has saved his skin from a number of situations he honestly had no business getting into in the first place. He's getting better about this and risks- tasting non-existance, however briefly, will do that.
Underneath, he's a bit more vulnerable than he lets on- under his shell, he's a little hard on himself, pushing to be the best he can be. This is because he's the only child of a man who, in his mind, is the best there is. When your father revolutionizes the world in thirty years, anything you could hope to do begins to pale in comparison. His parents realize this- and are for the most part easy on him because of it, mostly pounding in the message that made the future possible: keep moving forward.
Backstory: Wilbur Robinson was the first son of super-genius Cornelius Lewis Robinson. While generally fun-loving, well adjusted, and part of a very large, loving family, Wilbur has a tendency to barrel into things and make careless mistakes, like leaving the garage door open, thus enabling theft of the new model time-machine. What followed, was a definitive moment for Wilbur, a grand adventure back in time. Here, he met up with his father's past-self. After proving his identity as a time traveler, the two became stranded temporarily in his future, as the thief- Mike Yagoobian- set about his attempts to ruin Cornelius' life.
Wilbur's plan for stopping this was simple- manipulate his father's past self into fixing the time machine by promising him one trip that would irrevocably change history as he knew it. Bold, risky, and just crazy enough to maybe, just maybe, work- a typical decision for Wilbur. This, of course, blew up in his face when after his intentions- or rather, lack thereof- to actually hold his end of the promise came out, alienating his father's past-self into a brief alliance with the thief. This resulted in a temporary erasure of the future as they knew it, and Wilbur himself temporarily disappearing up his own existence, due to having never been born in the other timeline. However, he was restored when his father finally repaired the time machine, and fixed the past- now knowing his true identity in the family he met in the future. The entire incident has made Wilbur just a bit more apt to think things through- non-existence is very conducive to deep realizations.
Moral Standing: Chaotic Good- Wilbur is always ready to do what's right, and to keep his family and friends safe, even if sometimes he may bite off more than he can chew in the effort.
Dreams: Wilbur just wants what any kid his age wants- excitement, fun, and maybe, someday, to find his own place in the world- hopefully one with a family half as good as the one he started out in, if he's lucky.
Fears: Wilbur's greatest fear is ever messing up on as grand of scale as his mistakes with the time machine did- he would agonize over it immensely if he ever really caused someone else to be hurt.
Character Location: The Robinson Garage. Just the garage, and its contents... Which include a number of failed prototypes and the original time machine at the moment.
http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/860/vlcsnap2012071218h04m18.png - Entrance
http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/2985/vlcsnap2012071217h01m33.png - Main work area
http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/173/vlcsnap2012071217h01m07.png - Opposite main work area, beginning of prototype area
http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/720/vlcsnap2012071217h00m49.png - Hall of Prototypes
Samples:
Writing Sample: Here, enjoy a couple flash-fiction pieces.
Up Your Own Existence
Nothingness. It was a new experience for Wilbur- a new experience for humanity, really. Until then, no one had had quite the ability to make themselves not exist- either on purpose or accidentally. ...Looks like I made a mark as big as Dad after all. I made the biggest mistake in the history of man, and managed to end up here for it... whatever here is. He looked around- there was really nothing to be found. All he could see were shadows- and even that was an ill descriptor. He could tell there were shapes to them, but he couldn't name them. A line from some movie echoed in his head- Tell me, spirit- are these the shadows of things that will be, or things that may be only? Was that what he was now? It seemed to fit... Whatever'd changed, he hadn't been born. But he was conscious- he wasn't dead.
...Note to self, if you ever start existing again, remember to think twice now and then. It's not going to kill you... or unmake you.
Till You Die
“...So, Mom. Am I still grounded?” he asked, with a bit of a self-conscious smirk on his face. He'd had himself an idea- now he'd had an adventure with his dad, well, why not try and give his kids- if he ever had any- the same privilege? He'd not tell her that- he didn't have permission to touch the time machine, much less drive it. But, he had an alibi. There was still the one time-machine still in the past. A quick grab-and-return, with Carl to drive time-machine-number-two home- that was the story.
Franny looked up from the music sheet she was working from.
“...My words were 'till you die', and it's been, what, two days?” she replied, seeming almost amused.
“That's the thing,” he replied, “Till I was dead.”
“Was dead?”
“Two days ago, in all the big blow-up from the time travel... For about 15 minutes, I was never born. So, my body was gone. My soul wasn't in the universe as we know it. That's death, right?”
She laughed...
“Well. It might be, from a certain point of view... Tell you what, if your father thinks as much of that as you do, it's alright by me.”
