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lostmyfooting) wrote2013-12-08 04:57 pm
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Character: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
Series: How to Train Your Dragon
Character Age: 15-ish
Canon: Do you like dragons? Well, there was a time the Vikings on Berk didn’t. Dragons once raided the island, attacking its stubborn, brash inhabitants. Killing a dragon was a mark of status and a rite of passage. But one boy and his dragon changed that when Hiccup sought to become the Viking his father, the chief, expected of him. He downed a Night Fury, but he couldn’t--wouldn’t--kill him. Through an unlikely adventure, Hiccup befriended that dragon, named him Toothless, and showed everyone that dragons were much more than they thought. Hiccup lost a foot in the ensuing battle, but he gained a friend. Vikings and dragons banded together, and now Berk is home to the dragons and their riders.
Hiccup is awkward in every sense of the word. He’s scrawny, leaving him his intelligence and innovation to survive. He has created countless inventions in the back of the forge, many of them failing spectacularly, but inventions nonetheless! The target of constant bullying, Hiccup’s developed self-deprecating sarcasm to protect himself. He was once Berk’s worst Viking, a constant disappointment to his father. Hence the major confidence issues. But now he puts his talents to use: art, mechanics, riding, leadership, and his innate ability to bond with dragons. Through them, he’s made quite a few friends. And some of them are even human!
Sample Entry:
Tell us about yourself in a few words.
What, right now? Um, hi. I’m Hiccup. Viking and dragon rider. And completely without my dragon, of course. Maybe you’ve seen him. He’s stream-lined, black, and ten meters of bad attitude. If you’re missing any sheep or fish, it’s probably him. Aaaaaand I can totally replace that if that’s the case.
Why are you joining our happy community?
Uhh wait, join? Nobody said anything about joining. I was just doing a fly-by when someone got it in his head to land here. Then there was this weird shimmery wall thing, and-- Look, I get into enough trouble. If you just show me the way, I’ll be out of your hair! Or what’s . . . left of it, anyway. Since you don’t have much of a head to speak of. But when you live with Vikings who like to throw around big pointy things, you see a lot of that. So it’s cool. Really, it’s a good look for you.
What do you expect from your camp experience?
This is gonna be one of those “Hiccup was heroically captured by the bad guys” things again, isn’t it. That’s just great. Well, at least I’m used to it. I guess I expect to not get eaten by whatever’s attached to the massive tentacle waving at me. And then maybe learn about other places. I’ve never left Berk and the many colorful islands surrounding it. Maybe there are new species of dragons here, just waiting to be found! Then I can train them and fly far, far away from this place and the weird, not-so-lively guys and wow I think they’re actually rotting. Yeah. Okay.
Why are you a valuable asset to this camp?
Me, a valuable asset? Uh, I can fix stuff I guess. I’m pretty good with my hands when I’m not, y’know, making things explode or . . . catch fire. Or fire on innocent bystanders. Or making something with a serious flaw that sends me spiraling through the sky and falling to my death. I’m still working on that. Actually, no, it’s probably best if you don’t keep me around. It would be safer for everyone involved.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?
Yeah, I guess so. I mean, everyone took down that huge dragon, the Red Death, together. And I kind of helped. So, you know, I could be a little helpful. Probably. I didn’t exactly faint at the first sign of trouble. Nope, I just fell off my dragon and into a nice, fire-y explosion. But hey! I got a nice souvenir out of it. My metal foot makes a nice fashion statement, don’tcha think? Yeah, I didn’t think so either.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.
Um, end of the world? That’s a little dramatic, don’t ya think? The world’s not gonna end just because your village gets a little on fire. Believe me, I know how that goes. Dragons plus lots of wooden houses equals lots of very new houses. You’ll live.
If there was a good dog and a criminal both hanging from a cliff and you could only save one, which would you save and why?
Um, hello. Dragons. Dragon rider. Cliffs aren’t really a problem for me. That is, if there’s a dragon around. Otherwise I’m kind of useless. These big, strong muscles couldn’t lift a sheep without it crushing me. So I guess if I didn’t have Toothless, the criminal, the dog, and me would all fall to our deaths. Lovely thought, thank you for that.
Do you have a five year plan in mind?
I’m thinking not getting killed and flying wherever I want sounds good. Other than that, I’m not really gunning for anything special. Though I guess by then I’ll be married. The chief’s son and all, I’m kind of expected to step up and take charge eventually. . . . Ugh, maybe I can be the next village hermit instead. I’ll give all my sheep really horrible, brainless names. There’s no way Berk could handle all of . . . this. Sooooo let’s not and say you never asked me that question, okay?
If you could choose to bring three objects to a desert island, what would you bring and why?
My riding gear, a book, and a basket of fish. You didn’t say I couldn’t hold anything in my three objects. And no, Toothless doesn’t count as an object. That’s just rude. He’s my friend, not a knick-knack. Actually, a desert island sounds pretty good right now. Considering, you know, flying. Can we do that instead? Let’s do that instead. As fun as this entirely pointless survey is.
Can you perform a flawless headshot? If not, and if your life depended on it, how many hours a week would you be willing to spend on the shooting range?
Uhh yeah, no. I’d really rather not handle anything other than a knife and whatever I come up with, if it’s all the same to you. And they’re pretty handy for things other than, y’know, killing people. I’m just gonna go. Over there. And find my own way out. Thank you so much, you’ve been a real help. And uh, good luck on your own loss-of-limbs situation. Haaaaah. Awkward.
IN 100% here holy Hephaestus.
Character: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
Series: How to Train Your Dragon
Character Age: 15-ish
Canon: Do you like dragons? Well, there was a time the Vikings on Berk didn’t. Dragons once raided the island, attacking its stubborn, brash inhabitants. Killing a dragon was a mark of status and a rite of passage. But one boy and his dragon changed that when Hiccup sought to become the Viking his father, the chief, expected of him. He downed a Night Fury, but he couldn’t--wouldn’t--kill him. Through an unlikely adventure, Hiccup befriended that dragon, named him Toothless, and showed everyone that dragons were much more than they thought. Hiccup lost a foot in the ensuing battle, but he gained a friend. Vikings and dragons banded together, and now Berk is home to the dragons and their riders.
Hiccup is awkward in every sense of the word. He’s scrawny, leaving him his intelligence and innovation to survive. He has created countless inventions in the back of the forge, many of them failing spectacularly, but inventions nonetheless! The target of constant bullying, Hiccup’s developed self-deprecating sarcasm to protect himself. He was once Berk’s worst Viking, a constant disappointment to his father. Hence the major confidence issues. But now he puts his talents to use: art, mechanics, riding, leadership, and his innate ability to bond with dragons. Through them, he’s made quite a few friends. And some of them are even human!
Sample Entry:
Tell us about yourself in a few words.
What, right now? Um, hi. I’m Hiccup. Viking and dragon rider. And completely without my dragon, of course. Maybe you’ve seen him. He’s stream-lined, black, and ten meters of bad attitude. If you’re missing any sheep or fish, it’s probably him. Aaaaaand I can totally replace that if that’s the case.
Why are you joining our happy community?
Uhh wait, join? Nobody said anything about joining. I was just doing a fly-by when someone got it in his head to land here. Then there was this weird shimmery wall thing, and-- Look, I get into enough trouble. If you just show me the way, I’ll be out of your hair! Or what’s . . . left of it, anyway. Since you don’t have much of a head to speak of. But when you live with Vikings who like to throw around big pointy things, you see a lot of that. So it’s cool. Really, it’s a good look for you.
What do you expect from your camp experience?
This is gonna be one of those “Hiccup was heroically captured by the bad guys” things again, isn’t it. That’s just great. Well, at least I’m used to it. I guess I expect to not get eaten by whatever’s attached to the massive tentacle waving at me. And then maybe learn about other places. I’ve never left Berk and the many colorful islands surrounding it. Maybe there are new species of dragons here, just waiting to be found! Then I can train them and fly far, far away from this place and the weird, not-so-lively guys and wow I think they’re actually rotting. Yeah. Okay.
Why are you a valuable asset to this camp?
Me, a valuable asset? Uh, I can fix stuff I guess. I’m pretty good with my hands when I’m not, y’know, making things explode or . . . catch fire. Or fire on innocent bystanders. Or making something with a serious flaw that sends me spiraling through the sky and falling to my death. I’m still working on that. Actually, no, it’s probably best if you don’t keep me around. It would be safer for everyone involved.
Do you think you are good in a crisis? Why?
Yeah, I guess so. I mean, everyone took down that huge dragon, the Red Death, together. And I kind of helped. So, you know, I could be a little helpful. Probably. I didn’t exactly faint at the first sign of trouble. Nope, I just fell off my dragon and into a nice, fire-y explosion. But hey! I got a nice souvenir out of it. My metal foot makes a nice fashion statement, don’tcha think? Yeah, I didn’t think so either.
What if the crisis involved the end of the world? Please explain.
Um, end of the world? That’s a little dramatic, don’t ya think? The world’s not gonna end just because your village gets a little on fire. Believe me, I know how that goes. Dragons plus lots of wooden houses equals lots of very new houses. You’ll live.
If there was a good dog and a criminal both hanging from a cliff and you could only save one, which would you save and why?
Um, hello. Dragons. Dragon rider. Cliffs aren’t really a problem for me. That is, if there’s a dragon around. Otherwise I’m kind of useless. These big, strong muscles couldn’t lift a sheep without it crushing me. So I guess if I didn’t have Toothless, the criminal, the dog, and me would all fall to our deaths. Lovely thought, thank you for that.
Do you have a five year plan in mind?
I’m thinking not getting killed and flying wherever I want sounds good. Other than that, I’m not really gunning for anything special. Though I guess by then I’ll be married. The chief’s son and all, I’m kind of expected to step up and take charge eventually. . . . Ugh, maybe I can be the next village hermit instead. I’ll give all my sheep really horrible, brainless names. There’s no way Berk could handle all of . . . this. Sooooo let’s not and say you never asked me that question, okay?
If you could choose to bring three objects to a desert island, what would you bring and why?
My riding gear, a book, and a basket of fish. You didn’t say I couldn’t hold anything in my three objects. And no, Toothless doesn’t count as an object. That’s just rude. He’s my friend, not a knick-knack. Actually, a desert island sounds pretty good right now. Considering, you know, flying. Can we do that instead? Let’s do that instead. As fun as this entirely pointless survey is.
Can you perform a flawless headshot? If not, and if your life depended on it, how many hours a week would you be willing to spend on the shooting range?
Uhh yeah, no. I’d really rather not handle anything other than a knife and whatever I come up with, if it’s all the same to you. And they’re pretty handy for things other than, y’know, killing people. I’m just gonna go. Over there. And find my own way out. Thank you so much, you’ve been a real help. And uh, good luck on your own loss-of-limbs situation. Haaaaah. Awkward.
IN 100% here holy Hephaestus.