Battle School Mafia - Character Thread
Welcome to Battle School Mafia! This is where your characters are to be posted, and nothing else – no chatter, please. If you want to add more to your bio, you may do so up until we close the thread and distribute roles – just hit the edit button, please don’t make another post. If you want to trash talk, stick it in the pre-game hype thread.
If you are not familiar with the Battle School universe, you may want to read this wiki entry about Battle School before creating your character. For the purposes of this game, you may play a student between the ages of six and fourteen years old. At the beginning of the game you will be assigned to Dragon Army.
Here are some guidelines you may use to create your character.
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Hair color:
Eye color:
Place of Origin:
Specialty: (Such as mathematics, gunnery, mechanics)
Former Armies: (n/a if you are a launchy)
History:
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About the Mod Characters:
Col. Hyrum Graff – Administrator of Battle School, Graff has the unenviable task of finding soldiers that can stand against the formics, and a commander who can lead them to victory.
Dap – A sort of school Counselor, he is quoted as saying that he is ‘the only person here who’s paid to be nice to you. But not too nice.’ He went over Graff’s head, to the chief of the International Fleet Military Police, when he thought Ender was in danger, and in Ender’s Shadow we see further evidence of how deeply he cares for these kids.
Captain Dimak – A teacher at Battle School, Dimak holds an intense rivalry with Dap, each wanting ‘their’ children to succeed. He appears in Ender’s Shadow and adopts Bean as his protégé, leading Graff to suggest that “…it is considered good advice for us not to get crushes on our students.” Dimak can be very free with Graff with regard to protocol, leading some to call him insubordinate.
About the ‘Throw Away’ Character:
Pinual – Pinual is a cannon character from Ender’s Game, but we know very little about him aside from the fact that his was the first tragic death at Battle School.
“Don’t you see what’s going on here? He’s stuck at the Giant’s Drink in the mind game. Is the boy suicidal? You never mentioned it.”
“Everybody gets the Giant sometime.”
“But Ender won’t leave it alone. Like Pinual.”
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Age: 6
Height: 3' 5
Weight: 80 lbs
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Place of Origin: Germany
Specialty: (Such as mathematics, gunnery, mechanics) Math and gunnery
Former Armies: (n/a if you are a launchy) Phoenix
History:
When her mother told her that she would be going to a school for 'special' kids, Gw'endal was upset. The American girl visiting next door told her what 'special' meant. It meant a kid wasn't smart. To make things worse, her older sister seemed to be mad that Gwendal was going to a school for dumb kids. She tried to convince her mother that she would try and learn as much as she could. That seemed to make her mother happy. When the time came to leave, her sister gave her a pair of hair ties with little gold ducks on them. Maybe she wasn't so mad after all.
When she arrived, she was placed in the Phoenix group. It was disapointing to find that the other kids in her group seemed intelligent. How embarrassing to be the dumbest kid in school, especially this one. Maybe in the new group, it would be better and there would be someone worse than she was.
No one ever saw the fairy – the slips and orders and documents just appeared, like money under your pillow to replace a lost tooth. Everyone knew what those slips meant.
The soldiers followed their new pattern, grey orange grey, as ordered, lining up outside of Dink Meeker’s door to report to their new commander. Their expressions were at best dubious and at worst scornful; Dragon wasn’t high on the standings, and Meeker had a less than flattering reputation.
They waited for thirty minutes before Dap showed up and ordered them all to the Dragon barracks to sleep. Not exactly a promising beginning.
/ooc Alright, my good little soldiers, this thread is now closed. Go to sleep now, so the magical PM fairy can send you your role. And let me reiterate – you are –not- to share this PM with anyone else, for any reason, because that would be cheating and cheating is wrong.
You'll get your role tomorrow morning - the kill will take place tomorrow evening, and the lynch will be the next day.