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hey_einsteinPlayer Information
Player name: Inky
Contact: AIM/plurk: inkblotmeringue
Are you over 18: yes
Characters in The Box Already: Jeff ‘Joker’ Moreau
Character Information
Character Name: Falco Lombardi
Canon: Star Fox
Canon Point: post-Star Fox 64
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive and kickin’
History:
Star Fox wiki entry
Personality:
In Star Fox 64, Falco Lombardi acted sort of as Fox’s second in command, being a pilot on the same level as, if not better, than the leader of Star Fox himself, despite the fact that they hadn’t known each other long. Falco was recruited prior to the Lylat Wars and, though he was frequently abrasive and aloof and highly averse to taking orders from anybody, entered into a friendly rivalry with Fox, which eventually lead to a strong friendship. Though he was certainly one of the best pilots on the team, he was also reckless, stubborn, and brash, leading to him occasionally getting in over his head and requiring Fox’s aid to get himself out of trouble; he never thanked him for it. Not, you know, seriously, anyway. One of his main duties on the team seemed to be ragging on Fox and dishing out excellent rated-PG abuse to everyone on the team, because his attitude towards people he likes apparently can be filed under ‘classic tsundere’. Though he doesn’t always show it well, Falco does have a distinctly team-shaped soft spot, and the whole Star Fox group is sort of like family to him— it’s an annoying, dysfunctional family in dire need of therapy, but it’s his. Falco also had a flair for the dramatic and a tendency to listen to no one but himself, which fits right in with all his other character flaws.
Falco accompanied Fox on all missions that he didn’t get shot down for (which depends on how shitty a player you are) except for the final confrontation with Andross, because Fox decided that it was totally a great idea to solo the giant evil disembodied ape head. During confrontations with Star Wolf, he is targeted almost exclusively by the mercenary and wanted criminal, Leon Powalski. Powalski is something of a foil to Falco, being a similarly very competent and arrogant pilot, but also ruthless and sadistic, whereas Falco is more of a jerk with a heart of gold. (Or at least silver. Maybe bronze.)
Prior to Star Fox 64, Falco was the leader of a gang called the Hot Rodders, which he left on strained terms with one of the other members to join the Star Fox team. A lot of his swagger and rough personality come from having led a fairly rough life and having to rely on his wits and bravado to get by. Though there is little information about his pre-Hot Rodders life and much of his time with the gang, during the events of Farewell, Beloved Falco, an official comic taking place after the N64 game, he immediately came to the Hot Rodder’s aid when he got a distress call from them. Though he left, reckless as usual, without consent from the rest of the team, he was willing to put himself into danger to help his former friends. And even though the reason he left the gang in the first place was due to tension between himself and Kat Monroe—she apparently had a crush on him that he did not reciprocate, and he was tired of her getting into trouble and having him come to her rescue-- he agreed to stick around and help sort out their mess. Loyalty, though it was one of Falco’s more consistent virtues, didn’t exactly help him in this situation and really was overshadowed by his glaring inability to properly communicate, leading to a falling out between himself and Fox that was pseudo-resolved by the end of the storyline.
At the end of Farewell, Beloved Falco, he left the Star Fox team officially to go off on his own for a while, predictably in the most dramatic manner possible.
Items on your character at canon point:
One flight suit
One blaster (energy pistol)
Abilities, Strengths and Weaknesses:
Falco is an excellent pilot and is rivalled in that area only by Fox McCloud. Though he doesn’t have as great a knowledge of the Arwings and their systems as Slippy does, he is familiar enough to do minor repairs and can generally finagle and MacGyver a wide variety of other mechanical devices into working, since he has, in the past, had to make-do with very little. He also is a capable hand-to-hand fighter and proficient with firearms—likely due to having some sort of military training—though his unorthodox firing stance indicates that he probably first learned to use guns before then.
Due to his previous experience as a gang leader, Falco is resourceful and familiar with the burdens of command and is capable of taking charge of a situation. He’s a survivalist through and through, and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if that’s what it takes.
Falco’s sarcasm and abrasive personality, however, doesn’t exactly help him make friends, and his recklessness gets him into more trouble than it helps. His tendency to try to be a lone wolf rather than a team player also doesn’t facilitate cooperation; ‘my way or the highway’ isn’t the best attitude to cop when you’re trying to not piss people off.
Samples
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Test-Drive Meme
Prose Log Sample:
It was evening, and Falco was at the only place in this town that he really felt like being on a shitty, stuck-in-a-horror-movie evening: the bar. And, hey, out of all the drinking establishments that he'd frequented in his years-- of which there had been many-- this one wasn't even that bad. It had decent alcohol for cheap, the proprietor seemed like a decent enough guy, and in all the time that he'd been sitting there, not one idiot had gotten his teeth knocked in. The glasses were clean, too, and all the lightbulbs were intact and even had actual fixtures; the place was downright sophisticated for his tastes. Which really said more about Falco than it did the bar, but hey, minor details.
Watching him drink was a fascinating sight, mostly because glasses were not made to accommodate people of the beaked persuasion. The fact that he was able to drink the alcohol without wearing it was a testament to both his dexterity and determination.
He was preoccupied, though, at that particular moment, with watching the scene that was unfolding before him: his fearless leader and fellow pilot, a certain Fox McCloud, had been cornered by a few patrons. Normally, that was the sort of thing that would've gotten Falco up out of his chair and ready to break the bar's no-fight streak, but this time... not so much. Mostly because the people cornering Fox weren't trying to hurt him, but were, in fact, trying to rub his tummy.
He really didn't get these hairless apes and their fascination with petting Fox, but it sure was hilarious to watch.
Fox called over to him for help; Falco nodded once, briefly, and for a moment there was a look of relief on the other pilot's face.
"I got you covered, Fox."
That is, until his jerk of a friend took out his cell phone and started recording.
Player name: Inky
Contact: AIM/plurk: inkblotmeringue
Are you over 18: yes
Characters in The Box Already: Jeff ‘Joker’ Moreau
Character Information
Character Name: Falco Lombardi
Canon: Star Fox
Canon Point: post-Star Fox 64
Is your character Dead, Undead or Alive: Alive and kickin’
History:
Star Fox wiki entry
Personality:
In Star Fox 64, Falco Lombardi acted sort of as Fox’s second in command, being a pilot on the same level as, if not better, than the leader of Star Fox himself, despite the fact that they hadn’t known each other long. Falco was recruited prior to the Lylat Wars and, though he was frequently abrasive and aloof and highly averse to taking orders from anybody, entered into a friendly rivalry with Fox, which eventually lead to a strong friendship. Though he was certainly one of the best pilots on the team, he was also reckless, stubborn, and brash, leading to him occasionally getting in over his head and requiring Fox’s aid to get himself out of trouble; he never thanked him for it. Not, you know, seriously, anyway. One of his main duties on the team seemed to be ragging on Fox and dishing out excellent rated-PG abuse to everyone on the team, because his attitude towards people he likes apparently can be filed under ‘classic tsundere’. Though he doesn’t always show it well, Falco does have a distinctly team-shaped soft spot, and the whole Star Fox group is sort of like family to him— it’s an annoying, dysfunctional family in dire need of therapy, but it’s his. Falco also had a flair for the dramatic and a tendency to listen to no one but himself, which fits right in with all his other character flaws.
Falco accompanied Fox on all missions that he didn’t get shot down for (which depends on how shitty a player you are) except for the final confrontation with Andross, because Fox decided that it was totally a great idea to solo the giant evil disembodied ape head. During confrontations with Star Wolf, he is targeted almost exclusively by the mercenary and wanted criminal, Leon Powalski. Powalski is something of a foil to Falco, being a similarly very competent and arrogant pilot, but also ruthless and sadistic, whereas Falco is more of a jerk with a heart of gold. (Or at least silver. Maybe bronze.)
Prior to Star Fox 64, Falco was the leader of a gang called the Hot Rodders, which he left on strained terms with one of the other members to join the Star Fox team. A lot of his swagger and rough personality come from having led a fairly rough life and having to rely on his wits and bravado to get by. Though there is little information about his pre-Hot Rodders life and much of his time with the gang, during the events of Farewell, Beloved Falco, an official comic taking place after the N64 game, he immediately came to the Hot Rodder’s aid when he got a distress call from them. Though he left, reckless as usual, without consent from the rest of the team, he was willing to put himself into danger to help his former friends. And even though the reason he left the gang in the first place was due to tension between himself and Kat Monroe—she apparently had a crush on him that he did not reciprocate, and he was tired of her getting into trouble and having him come to her rescue-- he agreed to stick around and help sort out their mess. Loyalty, though it was one of Falco’s more consistent virtues, didn’t exactly help him in this situation and really was overshadowed by his glaring inability to properly communicate, leading to a falling out between himself and Fox that was pseudo-resolved by the end of the storyline.
At the end of Farewell, Beloved Falco, he left the Star Fox team officially to go off on his own for a while, predictably in the most dramatic manner possible.
Items on your character at canon point:
One flight suit
One blaster (energy pistol)
Abilities, Strengths and Weaknesses:
Falco is an excellent pilot and is rivalled in that area only by Fox McCloud. Though he doesn’t have as great a knowledge of the Arwings and their systems as Slippy does, he is familiar enough to do minor repairs and can generally finagle and MacGyver a wide variety of other mechanical devices into working, since he has, in the past, had to make-do with very little. He also is a capable hand-to-hand fighter and proficient with firearms—likely due to having some sort of military training—though his unorthodox firing stance indicates that he probably first learned to use guns before then.
Due to his previous experience as a gang leader, Falco is resourceful and familiar with the burdens of command and is capable of taking charge of a situation. He’s a survivalist through and through, and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if that’s what it takes.
Falco’s sarcasm and abrasive personality, however, doesn’t exactly help him make friends, and his recklessness gets him into more trouble than it helps. His tendency to try to be a lone wolf rather than a team player also doesn’t facilitate cooperation; ‘my way or the highway’ isn’t the best attitude to cop when you’re trying to not piss people off.
Samples
Network/Action Spam Sample:
Test-Drive Meme
Prose Log Sample:
It was evening, and Falco was at the only place in this town that he really felt like being on a shitty, stuck-in-a-horror-movie evening: the bar. And, hey, out of all the drinking establishments that he'd frequented in his years-- of which there had been many-- this one wasn't even that bad. It had decent alcohol for cheap, the proprietor seemed like a decent enough guy, and in all the time that he'd been sitting there, not one idiot had gotten his teeth knocked in. The glasses were clean, too, and all the lightbulbs were intact and even had actual fixtures; the place was downright sophisticated for his tastes. Which really said more about Falco than it did the bar, but hey, minor details.
Watching him drink was a fascinating sight, mostly because glasses were not made to accommodate people of the beaked persuasion. The fact that he was able to drink the alcohol without wearing it was a testament to both his dexterity and determination.
He was preoccupied, though, at that particular moment, with watching the scene that was unfolding before him: his fearless leader and fellow pilot, a certain Fox McCloud, had been cornered by a few patrons. Normally, that was the sort of thing that would've gotten Falco up out of his chair and ready to break the bar's no-fight streak, but this time... not so much. Mostly because the people cornering Fox weren't trying to hurt him, but were, in fact, trying to rub his tummy.
He really didn't get these hairless apes and their fascination with petting Fox, but it sure was hilarious to watch.
Fox called over to him for help; Falco nodded once, briefly, and for a moment there was a look of relief on the other pilot's face.
"I got you covered, Fox."
That is, until his jerk of a friend took out his cell phone and started recording.
