Character Information
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the_prisoner1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Te
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not_cocked , Rapunzel deadlyfryingpan, and Flagg between18and20
2. Character Information
Name: Eddie Dean
Livejournal Username:lightupthedevil
Fandom: The Dark Tower
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105389646/31667186
Reserve: here
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Eddie is in his early 20s, but as time was soft for him, he's not gonna commit to anything at the moment. Old enough to legally drink. He is tall, dark, and generally handsome, with hazel eyes that almost make it to green, and a goofy grin. He will be arriving in Bete Noire a scruffy, strong young man who's been living barberless in a post apocalyptic world. His body has been toned and roughened on the journey to the tower, and erased the signs of addition.
History: Wiki
Personality: Eddie grew up without any self esteem. It wasn't that he wasn't good at anything, the exact opposite. He was pretty good at everything. He just couldn't let himself be. His mother, overprotective due to Eddie and Henry's sister being killed, drilled into Henry that he needed to protect Eddie, and into Eddie that he needed to be eternally grateful for everything Henry had given up.
And Henry hopped on that train and rode it as far as he could. So Eddie had to never be as good as Henry.
Because Henry had to give up good grades to take care of Eddie (Henry not being to bright had nothing to do with it) and Henry had to give up sports to take care of Eddie (Even though he would have sucked at them anyway) and Henry ended up not getting into college, going to Vietnam, and coming back with a drug addiction for Eddie (Nope, Henry had no part in that, all Eddie). It was all for Eddie, and Eddie adored him for it, so he cut himself down to lift Henry up. And Henry had no problem reminding him he was getting to high, in a loving older brother way, of course.
Then of course, Henry started helping him get really high, in an entirely different sense. The heroine showed up, and Eddie crumble to Henry's brand of peer pressure easily.
Henry wasn't good at a lot, but he was good at manipulating his brother. He knew to give Eddie just enough of the things he needed to keep him hooked. He looked out for him, and trusted him, and backed him up, and generally kept Eddie in his back pocket.
And then Roland showed up, and Eddie's life was completely turned up side down. With in a short period of time Henry was killed, and he was swept into a New York-less, heroine-less post-apocalyptic wasteland.
It was a bit of a culture shock.
But here, Eddie found a place he was needed. Because, well, Roland was dying of infection and would kick it pretty fast if Eddie didn't help him. And adding the psychotic mess of Odetta/Detta to the mix certainly didn't help.
But Eddie took to this whole Gunslinger thing like a fly to honey. He fell, hard for Odetta (not so much Detta, what with her trying to kill them and screaming about him and Roland blowing each other every night), and he and Roland helped her fractured personality mend back into one person, Susannah. His feeling for her came on suddenly, and he, knowing these things weren't going to be permanent, worked hard to make what time they had, under the circumstance, as good as possible. In some ways, the relationship was a stand in for the stability he had lost, something he could cling to, someone to take care off that represented everything he'd lost. But all things considered, it was far healthier then what he's clung to before. When they merged Detta and Odetta into one person again, she took the name Susannah Dean, and she and Eddie lived as husband and wife.
He also formed deep bonds with Roland and, when he arrived, Jake. They became a family, close knit, all relying on each other. Eddie understood Roland's addiction to the tower, and touched it himself, ready to lead the group forward towards their goal should Roland fall. He and Jake were close to, because sometimes? It really was arguable who was more mature between the two of them. And Jake, especially, needed Eddie's ability to diffuse things, lighten the situation, with his constantly running mouth.
And it is constantly running. Eddie never shut up, even when he should. Sometimes, however, it's helpful. Roland is very...set in his ways, and Eddie has...very different ways. And when he sets his mind to it, he can be very persuasive. As Henry said, if Eddie is in the zone he can "Talk the devil into lighting himself on fire."
Although he has grown a lot during the journey to the tower, Eddie is still on the immature side. He is quick to argue, quick to laugh, and quick to shot if the need arises (as all gunslinger's should be). But since arriving in Roland's world he has also found a deep, centered part of himself, a well of courage and responsibility he didn't know he had.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Eddie is primarily straight, although with the right emotional connection he might try something. However, he considers himself married (Even if he sorta meet the "till death do we part" thing) so any relationship will be touchy. Sex wise, he is not a prude, but he also has never gotten too creative with things.
Powers: He has a psychic connection with a small group, but unless they show up, he's sorta screwed on being a super hero. He is pretty phenomenal with a gun, though. Like nearly super hero levels of phenomenal. Maybe not nearly.
Reason for playing: Well, for one, trying to find a single fandom Dark Tower game would never happen. But I love this game, it's mix of people, and darker themes.
As for Eddie specifically, he was rescued from his heroine addiction by Roland, and taken to a place where...heroine does not exist. His will has never really been tested on it. He is a city boy who hasn't been in a city for a very long time, and had a solid support group that is now gone. There is a culture shock waiting that he will not expect (because he considers himself a city boy, and doesn't realize how much he's changed), and lots of temptation for him. I wanna play with the moral grays of someone who went from a drug smuggler and addict, to a good guy in a world with clear blacks and whites.
5. Samples
First-Person:
What the hell...
[There is the sound of cloth shifting, and a grunt as Eddie pushes himself up. The communicator slips down, hitting the ground face down for a moment, before it is lifted to show Eddie's tanned, scruffy face. He frowns, turning it over in his hands, before letting out a snort.]
Great, this thing is recording, isn't it?
[He chews his cheek for a moment. He doesn't want to reveal to much, and have Roland riding his ass. But he also has no clue where the hell he is, how he got here, or, really, anything useful what so ever. So no matter how much he here's Roland bitching at him, he decides to stick his neck out a bit...it's not like this thing isn't already filming him anyway. And this place doesn't seem familiar but...he's seen worse.]
So uhh...hi. I'm new to these parts. Uhhh...anyone know what's going on? Cause I sure as hell don't.
Third-Person:
So, not that waking up in a random city was the weirdest thing to happen to Eddie as of late.
Hell, not like this wasn’t the first time he’d done it lately.
But this still was sorta worrisome.
His hands went to his guns as he pushed himself up the wall, frowning. The todash bells weren’t exactly easy to ignore, so he’d gotten here some other way. He was fully dressed, had his gun slung around his hips but…didn’t really remember what he was doing before he ended up here.
“Yeah yeah, idiot maggot…” He muttered, wandering to the end of the alley he appeared to be in. This city…well, hell felt like home. Bit run down, but nowhere near as bad as most places he’d been lately. Compared to Lud, he was practically in a resort town.
“Hello?”
The homeless person shuffling past gave him a look like he was a crazy person, which Eddie found a touch ironic till he realized he looked like an extra from The Good, The bad, and the Ugly wandering around back alleys. Opps. If he stuck around here he should get a fresh set of clothes. And a shave.
But…the hobo had seen him. Which was a good start. He still don’t know what the fuck was going on, but it confirmed he wasn’t todash. He just didn’t know what he was.
Third-Person #2: It wasn’t anything like in the movies.
Not that he was entirely expecting it to be. But having Clint Eastwood’s uglier twin at his hip, he expected something…different.
The gun made him feel powerful. It was sturdy, older then God, and he knew it would not miss. Or he would not miss. But really, when it was in his hand, it didn’t matter which of them would not miss.
It was warm to the touch, and part of him now. An extension of himself. If you had told him a year ago he’d be a natural born killer, he would have had a good giggle.
He pulls the trigger. His bullet doesn’t miss. The slow mutant’s head blossom open, a sick crunching sound following the crack of his gunshot. It keeps walking for a few steps, is gnarled body stuck on auto-pilot, despite the fact that the left side of it’s head is now an unrecognizable pile of gore on the desert floor behind it. The motion of it staggering forward causes the remains of that over ripe melon to slid down its neck, over its chest, pink and red, grey and white. Strange tendons hold it suspended at its breast, like some God awful corsage, and then it pitches forward, twitching and then going still.
It was a slow mutant. He felt no remorse.
But, if he had to be honest, he would feel less remorse then he should, even if it weren’t a slow mutant.
App Revision
So much happens to him, and while we get a great sense of how he reacts to it, we're often left wondering just why it is he reacts in that manner. What are the motivations behind his actions, and how do they shape the face that he shows to the world?
“Remember me telling you about Henry’s tower? We were brothers, and I guess we were gunslingers. We had this white tower, and he asked me to go after it with him the only way he could ask, so I saddled up, because he was my brother, you dig it? We got there, too. Found the White Tower. But it was poison. It killed him. It would have killed me. You saw me. You saved more than my life. You saved my fucking soul.”
Eddie's child hood was shitty. He was always being "taken care of" but, in reality, was always bending over backwards to make things run smoothly. Humor, and having a smart mouth (especially around people who weren't necessarily so smart) was a way of coping, a way of expression himself without expressing himself. He would rather follow Henry down the rabbit hole then tell him the truth, that he was a drug addicted skeeve bag. The truth, as it was, became deeply ingrained in Eddie, till it was subconsciousness. He knew Henry was a douche bag, but he'd never say it, and if anyone else did, he'd take them out.
The circumstance of Henry's death forced that all to the surface. No matter how hard he tried to defend his brother to Roland, it was a losing battle. Between the loss of Henry, and being dragged to this new world, his life was severed cleanly. No one was waiting for him back there, and here? He was needed. He was useful.
First, Roland needed him, or else he'd die of the infection caused by the lobstrocities severing his fingers. Eddie knew what he needed from "our" world to deal with the infection and how to restock the dwindling supply of Roland's (and now his own) gunna. He understood Roland's addiction to the Tower, but this was not like heroine. It may be destructive, but...they were saving not just the world, but every world that exists. You really can't say no to that. Or at least. Eddie couldn't. For the first time, he wasn't Henry's little brother, some kid from Co-Op city. He was a super hero.
The next member of their Ka-Tet was something he'd never dealt with before. Odetta Holmes wasn't exactly who you'd choose to save the world with (then again, neither was a heroine addict). She was missing her legs from the knees down from one accident, and had a severe split personality from the other. Odetta was a kind young black woman from a rich family, deeply involved in the civil rights movement. She was sweet and not like anyone Eddie had ever known, a maiden form another time period. And she trigger off Eddie's latent knight in shining armor instinct, as he feel for her hard and fast.
Of course her other personality, Detta, was a crazy biscuit who wanted to kill him and Roland; a crawling, nasty stereotype. Eddie stood by Odetta's side however, helping her get control of Detta, and helping them become one person: Susannah. Although they could not get married in the traditional sense, Susannah took Eddie's last name as her own. Together, Roland trained them to be gunslinger's, to work perfectly together, closer then Eddie had really expected to be with anyone. The ka-tet of both Roland and Susannah was family in a way Eddie had never experienced, and he had never felt like he belonged before. Or like he had power and respect before, for that matter.
When Jake joined them, Eddie also found a kindred soul. Even though in this world Jake is younger then him, they are actually almost the same age by their year of birth (And in fact it is a young Eddie who helps Jake get back to their Ka-tet from his own world and time). Eddie, no matter how mature and honed he has become in battle, can still loosen up and related to Jake as a kid. He is a 21 year old man, he's barely no longer a kid himself. And it gives both of them an opportunity to loosen up, to relax with each other. The two quickly formed a deep, brotherly bond.
From the start, however, Eddie knew it was not going to end well. Maybe it was his slight touch of psychic powers, maybe it was him remembering this never ending loop in some deep level of his mind, maybe it was just plain old pessimism. Because of this, he held on to his bond deeply, fiercely and gave everything his all. He knew this was his chance to make a difference, a big one. He throws himself into his life as a gunslinger, his family. He knows this may be his one chance, so he works hard, and loves hard, and although he is not ready to die, when it happens, he does it with few regrets.
Name (or internet handle): Te
Current characters in Bete Noire: De
not_cocked , Rapunzel deadlyfryingpan, and Flagg between18and20 2. Character Information
Name: Eddie Dean
Livejournal Username:
lightupthedevil Fandom: The Dark Tower
Image: http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105389646/31667186
Reserve: here
3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: Eddie is in his early 20s, but as time was soft for him, he's not gonna commit to anything at the moment. Old enough to legally drink. He is tall, dark, and generally handsome, with hazel eyes that almost make it to green, and a goofy grin. He will be arriving in Bete Noire a scruffy, strong young man who's been living barberless in a post apocalyptic world. His body has been toned and roughened on the journey to the tower, and erased the signs of addition.
History: Wiki
Personality: Eddie grew up without any self esteem. It wasn't that he wasn't good at anything, the exact opposite. He was pretty good at everything. He just couldn't let himself be. His mother, overprotective due to Eddie and Henry's sister being killed, drilled into Henry that he needed to protect Eddie, and into Eddie that he needed to be eternally grateful for everything Henry had given up.
And Henry hopped on that train and rode it as far as he could. So Eddie had to never be as good as Henry.
Because Henry had to give up good grades to take care of Eddie (Henry not being to bright had nothing to do with it) and Henry had to give up sports to take care of Eddie (Even though he would have sucked at them anyway) and Henry ended up not getting into college, going to Vietnam, and coming back with a drug addiction for Eddie (Nope, Henry had no part in that, all Eddie). It was all for Eddie, and Eddie adored him for it, so he cut himself down to lift Henry up. And Henry had no problem reminding him he was getting to high, in a loving older brother way, of course.
Then of course, Henry started helping him get really high, in an entirely different sense. The heroine showed up, and Eddie crumble to Henry's brand of peer pressure easily.
Henry wasn't good at a lot, but he was good at manipulating his brother. He knew to give Eddie just enough of the things he needed to keep him hooked. He looked out for him, and trusted him, and backed him up, and generally kept Eddie in his back pocket.
And then Roland showed up, and Eddie's life was completely turned up side down. With in a short period of time Henry was killed, and he was swept into a New York-less, heroine-less post-apocalyptic wasteland.
It was a bit of a culture shock.
But here, Eddie found a place he was needed. Because, well, Roland was dying of infection and would kick it pretty fast if Eddie didn't help him. And adding the psychotic mess of Odetta/Detta to the mix certainly didn't help.
But Eddie took to this whole Gunslinger thing like a fly to honey. He fell, hard for Odetta (not so much Detta, what with her trying to kill them and screaming about him and Roland blowing each other every night), and he and Roland helped her fractured personality mend back into one person, Susannah. His feeling for her came on suddenly, and he, knowing these things weren't going to be permanent, worked hard to make what time they had, under the circumstance, as good as possible. In some ways, the relationship was a stand in for the stability he had lost, something he could cling to, someone to take care off that represented everything he'd lost. But all things considered, it was far healthier then what he's clung to before. When they merged Detta and Odetta into one person again, she took the name Susannah Dean, and she and Eddie lived as husband and wife.
He also formed deep bonds with Roland and, when he arrived, Jake. They became a family, close knit, all relying on each other. Eddie understood Roland's addiction to the tower, and touched it himself, ready to lead the group forward towards their goal should Roland fall. He and Jake were close to, because sometimes? It really was arguable who was more mature between the two of them. And Jake, especially, needed Eddie's ability to diffuse things, lighten the situation, with his constantly running mouth.
And it is constantly running. Eddie never shut up, even when he should. Sometimes, however, it's helpful. Roland is very...set in his ways, and Eddie has...very different ways. And when he sets his mind to it, he can be very persuasive. As Henry said, if Eddie is in the zone he can "Talk the devil into lighting himself on fire."
Although he has grown a lot during the journey to the tower, Eddie is still on the immature side. He is quick to argue, quick to laugh, and quick to shot if the need arises (as all gunslinger's should be). But since arriving in Roland's world he has also found a deep, centered part of himself, a well of courage and responsibility he didn't know he had.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Eddie is primarily straight, although with the right emotional connection he might try something. However, he considers himself married (Even if he sorta meet the "till death do we part" thing) so any relationship will be touchy. Sex wise, he is not a prude, but he also has never gotten too creative with things.
Powers: He has a psychic connection with a small group, but unless they show up, he's sorta screwed on being a super hero. He is pretty phenomenal with a gun, though. Like nearly super hero levels of phenomenal. Maybe not nearly.
Reason for playing: Well, for one, trying to find a single fandom Dark Tower game would never happen. But I love this game, it's mix of people, and darker themes.
As for Eddie specifically, he was rescued from his heroine addiction by Roland, and taken to a place where...heroine does not exist. His will has never really been tested on it. He is a city boy who hasn't been in a city for a very long time, and had a solid support group that is now gone. There is a culture shock waiting that he will not expect (because he considers himself a city boy, and doesn't realize how much he's changed), and lots of temptation for him. I wanna play with the moral grays of someone who went from a drug smuggler and addict, to a good guy in a world with clear blacks and whites.
5. Samples
First-Person:
What the hell...
[There is the sound of cloth shifting, and a grunt as Eddie pushes himself up. The communicator slips down, hitting the ground face down for a moment, before it is lifted to show Eddie's tanned, scruffy face. He frowns, turning it over in his hands, before letting out a snort.]
Great, this thing is recording, isn't it?
[He chews his cheek for a moment. He doesn't want to reveal to much, and have Roland riding his ass. But he also has no clue where the hell he is, how he got here, or, really, anything useful what so ever. So no matter how much he here's Roland bitching at him, he decides to stick his neck out a bit...it's not like this thing isn't already filming him anyway. And this place doesn't seem familiar but...he's seen worse.]
So uhh...hi. I'm new to these parts. Uhhh...anyone know what's going on? Cause I sure as hell don't.
Third-Person:
So, not that waking up in a random city was the weirdest thing to happen to Eddie as of late.
Hell, not like this wasn’t the first time he’d done it lately.
But this still was sorta worrisome.
His hands went to his guns as he pushed himself up the wall, frowning. The todash bells weren’t exactly easy to ignore, so he’d gotten here some other way. He was fully dressed, had his gun slung around his hips but…didn’t really remember what he was doing before he ended up here.
“Yeah yeah, idiot maggot…” He muttered, wandering to the end of the alley he appeared to be in. This city…well, hell felt like home. Bit run down, but nowhere near as bad as most places he’d been lately. Compared to Lud, he was practically in a resort town.
“Hello?”
The homeless person shuffling past gave him a look like he was a crazy person, which Eddie found a touch ironic till he realized he looked like an extra from The Good, The bad, and the Ugly wandering around back alleys. Opps. If he stuck around here he should get a fresh set of clothes. And a shave.
But…the hobo had seen him. Which was a good start. He still don’t know what the fuck was going on, but it confirmed he wasn’t todash. He just didn’t know what he was.
Third-Person #2: It wasn’t anything like in the movies.
Not that he was entirely expecting it to be. But having Clint Eastwood’s uglier twin at his hip, he expected something…different.
The gun made him feel powerful. It was sturdy, older then God, and he knew it would not miss. Or he would not miss. But really, when it was in his hand, it didn’t matter which of them would not miss.
It was warm to the touch, and part of him now. An extension of himself. If you had told him a year ago he’d be a natural born killer, he would have had a good giggle.
He pulls the trigger. His bullet doesn’t miss. The slow mutant’s head blossom open, a sick crunching sound following the crack of his gunshot. It keeps walking for a few steps, is gnarled body stuck on auto-pilot, despite the fact that the left side of it’s head is now an unrecognizable pile of gore on the desert floor behind it. The motion of it staggering forward causes the remains of that over ripe melon to slid down its neck, over its chest, pink and red, grey and white. Strange tendons hold it suspended at its breast, like some God awful corsage, and then it pitches forward, twitching and then going still.
It was a slow mutant. He felt no remorse.
But, if he had to be honest, he would feel less remorse then he should, even if it weren’t a slow mutant.
App Revision
So much happens to him, and while we get a great sense of how he reacts to it, we're often left wondering just why it is he reacts in that manner. What are the motivations behind his actions, and how do they shape the face that he shows to the world?
“Remember me telling you about Henry’s tower? We were brothers, and I guess we were gunslingers. We had this white tower, and he asked me to go after it with him the only way he could ask, so I saddled up, because he was my brother, you dig it? We got there, too. Found the White Tower. But it was poison. It killed him. It would have killed me. You saw me. You saved more than my life. You saved my fucking soul.”
Eddie's child hood was shitty. He was always being "taken care of" but, in reality, was always bending over backwards to make things run smoothly. Humor, and having a smart mouth (especially around people who weren't necessarily so smart) was a way of coping, a way of expression himself without expressing himself. He would rather follow Henry down the rabbit hole then tell him the truth, that he was a drug addicted skeeve bag. The truth, as it was, became deeply ingrained in Eddie, till it was subconsciousness. He knew Henry was a douche bag, but he'd never say it, and if anyone else did, he'd take them out.
The circumstance of Henry's death forced that all to the surface. No matter how hard he tried to defend his brother to Roland, it was a losing battle. Between the loss of Henry, and being dragged to this new world, his life was severed cleanly. No one was waiting for him back there, and here? He was needed. He was useful.
First, Roland needed him, or else he'd die of the infection caused by the lobstrocities severing his fingers. Eddie knew what he needed from "our" world to deal with the infection and how to restock the dwindling supply of Roland's (and now his own) gunna. He understood Roland's addiction to the Tower, but this was not like heroine. It may be destructive, but...they were saving not just the world, but every world that exists. You really can't say no to that. Or at least. Eddie couldn't. For the first time, he wasn't Henry's little brother, some kid from Co-Op city. He was a super hero.
The next member of their Ka-Tet was something he'd never dealt with before. Odetta Holmes wasn't exactly who you'd choose to save the world with (then again, neither was a heroine addict). She was missing her legs from the knees down from one accident, and had a severe split personality from the other. Odetta was a kind young black woman from a rich family, deeply involved in the civil rights movement. She was sweet and not like anyone Eddie had ever known, a maiden form another time period. And she trigger off Eddie's latent knight in shining armor instinct, as he feel for her hard and fast.
Of course her other personality, Detta, was a crazy biscuit who wanted to kill him and Roland; a crawling, nasty stereotype. Eddie stood by Odetta's side however, helping her get control of Detta, and helping them become one person: Susannah. Although they could not get married in the traditional sense, Susannah took Eddie's last name as her own. Together, Roland trained them to be gunslinger's, to work perfectly together, closer then Eddie had really expected to be with anyone. The ka-tet of both Roland and Susannah was family in a way Eddie had never experienced, and he had never felt like he belonged before. Or like he had power and respect before, for that matter.
When Jake joined them, Eddie also found a kindred soul. Even though in this world Jake is younger then him, they are actually almost the same age by their year of birth (And in fact it is a young Eddie who helps Jake get back to their Ka-tet from his own world and time). Eddie, no matter how mature and honed he has become in battle, can still loosen up and related to Jake as a kid. He is a 21 year old man, he's barely no longer a kid himself. And it gives both of them an opportunity to loosen up, to relax with each other. The two quickly formed a deep, brotherly bond.
From the start, however, Eddie knew it was not going to end well. Maybe it was his slight touch of psychic powers, maybe it was him remembering this never ending loop in some deep level of his mind, maybe it was just plain old pessimism. Because of this, he held on to his bond deeply, fiercely and gave everything his all. He knew this was his chance to make a difference, a big one. He throws himself into his life as a gunslinger, his family. He knows this may be his one chance, so he works hard, and loves hard, and although he is not ready to die, when it happens, he does it with few regrets.
