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Name: Inkwell
Timezone: Chicago Time
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Stanford Pines
Canon: Gravity Falls
Age: 69 (I swear to god I'm not kidding)
Suitability: Ford is no stranger to finding himself in different and unusual universes. He's been doing this for thirty years, after all. Quickly acclimating to a new environment and unfamiliar customs is something he excels at. He's used to dealing with nonhumans and has an active love for the strange, magical and silly. On top of that one of the few instances we see of a character he had the hots for is a giant seven-eyed space woman, so. He's pretty much a perfect fit for this sort of situation.
Species: Human
Canon Point: Post-canon
World/Setting: N/A
History: Here!
Personality: Ford Pines is, to put it simply, weird. He's lived a very long life that has from the very moment of his birth been jam-packed with strangeness, and it's deeply influenced how he thinks and interacts with the world around him.
Perhaps the most important influence on Ford's personality has been his family. Growing up with a twin brother who he was almost never apart from and on whom he depended for both protection and emotional stability left Ford with a difficulty reaching out and connecting with other people. This was only compounded by the bullying he endured at the hands of his peers and the emotional distance between him and his father. All of this was the perfect mix to result in a man who has trouble thinking outside of himself, who has difficulty imagining different points of view and different experiences. He knows they exist, it's just that to him his are more important.
That's the thing about Ford Pines. Growing up in Filbrick Pines' household and being labelled 'the smart one' from a young age instilled within him a deep need to excell and impress. He began to equate his genius with his self-worth, something that would last with him all his life, as well as an ingrained craving for validation and a feeling of importance. Indeed, we see this in the importance he places on the college he hopes to attend and the anger and panic he feels when that dream is taken away from him because of what is perceived as his failure, which then becomes Stanley's failure (and is therefore a lot easier for him to digest). The idea that he, Ford, could possibly mess up is abhorrent to him and it's the same intense need to be Right that drives him to make deals with demons and nearly the doom the entire world over a grammatical error. That is often how he phrases things when he talks about Bill, as well: he talks about his regret that he was tricked, that he could be so stupid, much more than he talks about his regret about what Bill has done to others. He sees the main conflict of the story as a mistake of his own that he must correct, as a personal failing with himself, and that is why he is so incredibly dedicated to taking down Bill and putting things right.
Luckily by the end of canon and particularly the point I'm taking him from, Ford has grown. And, again, all of this is thanks to his family. After being brought back to his native universe Ford reconnects with his brother and meets his grand-niece and grand-nephew, and the three have a profound impact on him. In Dipper and Mabel he sees himself and Stanley, and this leads to him clumsily attempting to connect with Dipper and instead projecting his own issues so hard onto him he could probably be his own drive-in movie theater. The two of them share many talents and hobbies and so Ford finds Dipper to be the easiest to reach out to, and yet he still has trouble realizing that Dipper's experiences are not his own, likely because of the similarities he sees between them. He is less close to Mabel, but he does warm up to her very quickly thanks to her own brand of Weird, something he admires in her even if he doesn't quite always understand it.
And then there's Stan. Stan, who Ford nursed a grudge against for forty years over a misunderstanding and then a cruel accident (this is a habit of Ford's; he can hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe). It isn't until the kids are in terrible danger and him and Stan are literally locked in a box together that they manage to work their differences out. Here it's a case of too little too late; Stan's sacrifice of his entire self to save the rest of the world smacks Ford across the face with the realization that his brother is the hero, not him, and that his grandiose ideas of his own self-importance mean absolutely nothing if his bonds with his family are broken. Up to this point he's been living in a sort of half-fantasy where he's lone (emphasis on lone) hero of his own story, and his family have been slowly whittling that away; this is what undoes it for good. Stan makes a full recovery and Ford finally makes an effort to patch things up between the two of them. Ford probably says it best in the closing statements of his journal: 'You hold a record of one man's folly and the kindness of a family who saved him from himself'.
And Ford Pines is a man worth saving. Despite his flaws, he is a delightfully strange old man. He's a certifiable genius with twelve PhDs who is incredibly curious about the world around him, and all of the other worlds beyond that. He has a thirst for discovery and knowledge that can sometimes lead him into trouble, but that's never stopped him wanting to learn more. On top of that he's creative; he is an accomplished artist and inventor, with an incredible array of devices under his belt including a mind-control tie and a lightbulb that makes your skin softer. His labor of love is his devotion to the weirdness all around him, and he is pretty dang weird himself to match. He loves a good game of Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons, and has a sweet tooth for jelly beans (specifically the malformed ones). In essence, Ford Pines may think he's the badass hero of a scifi novel but in actuality he's a doofy nerd. He has a tattoo that says HEY NOW, I'M AN ALL STAR for goodness' sake.
The thing to remember about Ford Pines is that, for all the hurt he can cause and the bad things his choices have put into motion, there isn't a truly mean bone in his body. He is just incredibly short-sighted when it comes to things outside of himself or his mission, and despite what he likes to think his actions are often dictated by his emotions rather than pure logic. Sure, he can voluntarily shut down his fear responses, but he'll often lash out in anger when it's not warranted or get utterly caught up in childish glee even when it's not productive. He's a good man, really, he's just an idiot. With twelve PhDs.
Abilities/Weaknesses: Ford doesn't possess any magical powers, though he does have plenty of mundane abilities. He's ambidextrous for one, and able to completely shut down his own fear response for another (though this can also get him in trouble when it impairs his ability to be properly cautious). He's quite fit for a man his age; you have to be fighting-fit when you're an interdimensional outlaw. He can also go a very long time without sleeping, though not without eventual side-effects (which he ignores).
In terms of weaknesses, he has a hard time connecting with others and can often be unintentionally rude or offputting. He's got severe hangups about his 'abnormal' hands that could be easily used to cow or humiliate him, as could any mention of his past with Bill and what he percieves as one of his greatest personal failings. Any tangible threat to his family would also instantly put him in his place.
RP Samples:
One: A thread in Victory Road
Two:
Ford has chosen to be an outlier and that suits him just fine. He'd rather live in a rickety shack with his freedom than have to deal with being under the thumb of a woman who reminds him very strongly of Bill but with more dimensions. It means he has far more freedom to explore the new world he's found himself in. Today he's gone on an excursion out into the forest with the intent of cataloging some of the unique plants and animals he now has as neighbors (what did he get his degree in xenobiology for if not for this?).
He plonks himself down in the first mossy glade that doesn't look particularly cursed and begins sketching. Of particular interest is a plant with flowers that look like distressingly-bulbous hearts and seem to be pulsating gently. They remind him very much of bleeding heart flowers if bleeding heart flowers gave off the impression that there were probably rows of teeth hidden just inside their bright pink petals. He's about to reach out and poke one with his pencil when a voice from behind him says,
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
He sits back on the moss and turns to give whoever spoke a very stern talking-to about risks and rewards in science (and how he could absolutely fight off a plant if it came down to it), but any admonishment dies in his throat when he finds himself facing a unicorn.
Ah, unicorns. The only magical creature he just flat-out hates.
"I thought you only gave help to the pure of heart," he says, not being petty at all.
"Oh, you mean the virgin thing?" The unicorn tosses its elegant head. Its beautiful mane flows in a nonexistent breeze. He hates it so much. "No, no, that's just something we use to pick up naive travelers. It's a line."
"Ah."
"And of course it only works on actual virgins! You know how much it sucks only getting it on with people who have no idea what they're doing? Can't even handle a horn properly! Not me, no sir, I'm after a man with experience."
It winks at him, supernaturally-long eyelashes fluttering. Clearly it thinks this is all very flattering. Ford clears his throat awkwardly.
"No, thank you." He stands, slipping his sketchbook inside his coat, and starts to walk toward the edge of the clearing.
"Aw, what?" Can a horse pout? The unicorn is pouting. "But look at me! I'm the hottest purity metaphor you've ever seen, right? Humans think metaphors are sexy, right?"
Ford waves a hand, the universal symbol for a resounding 'eh'. He'll find a different clearing with different weird wildlife to sketch. Behind him the unicorn stamps its hooves.
"Come on! I can do similes, too! Do you like rhetorical questions? WHAT KIND OF FIGURE OF SPEECH GETS YOU HORNY? Horny! It's a pun! Do you like puns? I'm so good at puns--"
Its voice fades off into the soft ambient sounds of the forest. Yikes. At least the tentacle monster last week hadn't seemed so desperate.
Name: Inkwell
Timezone: Chicago Time
Personal Journal: N/A
Player Contact:
Characters in Game: N/A
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Stanford Pines
Canon: Gravity Falls
Age: 69 (I swear to god I'm not kidding)
Suitability: Ford is no stranger to finding himself in different and unusual universes. He's been doing this for thirty years, after all. Quickly acclimating to a new environment and unfamiliar customs is something he excels at. He's used to dealing with nonhumans and has an active love for the strange, magical and silly. On top of that one of the few instances we see of a character he had the hots for is a giant seven-eyed space woman, so. He's pretty much a perfect fit for this sort of situation.
Species: Human
Canon Point: Post-canon
World/Setting: N/A
History: Here!
Personality: Ford Pines is, to put it simply, weird. He's lived a very long life that has from the very moment of his birth been jam-packed with strangeness, and it's deeply influenced how he thinks and interacts with the world around him.
Perhaps the most important influence on Ford's personality has been his family. Growing up with a twin brother who he was almost never apart from and on whom he depended for both protection and emotional stability left Ford with a difficulty reaching out and connecting with other people. This was only compounded by the bullying he endured at the hands of his peers and the emotional distance between him and his father. All of this was the perfect mix to result in a man who has trouble thinking outside of himself, who has difficulty imagining different points of view and different experiences. He knows they exist, it's just that to him his are more important.
That's the thing about Ford Pines. Growing up in Filbrick Pines' household and being labelled 'the smart one' from a young age instilled within him a deep need to excell and impress. He began to equate his genius with his self-worth, something that would last with him all his life, as well as an ingrained craving for validation and a feeling of importance. Indeed, we see this in the importance he places on the college he hopes to attend and the anger and panic he feels when that dream is taken away from him because of what is perceived as his failure, which then becomes Stanley's failure (and is therefore a lot easier for him to digest). The idea that he, Ford, could possibly mess up is abhorrent to him and it's the same intense need to be Right that drives him to make deals with demons and nearly the doom the entire world over a grammatical error. That is often how he phrases things when he talks about Bill, as well: he talks about his regret that he was tricked, that he could be so stupid, much more than he talks about his regret about what Bill has done to others. He sees the main conflict of the story as a mistake of his own that he must correct, as a personal failing with himself, and that is why he is so incredibly dedicated to taking down Bill and putting things right.
Luckily by the end of canon and particularly the point I'm taking him from, Ford has grown. And, again, all of this is thanks to his family. After being brought back to his native universe Ford reconnects with his brother and meets his grand-niece and grand-nephew, and the three have a profound impact on him. In Dipper and Mabel he sees himself and Stanley, and this leads to him clumsily attempting to connect with Dipper and instead projecting his own issues so hard onto him he could probably be his own drive-in movie theater. The two of them share many talents and hobbies and so Ford finds Dipper to be the easiest to reach out to, and yet he still has trouble realizing that Dipper's experiences are not his own, likely because of the similarities he sees between them. He is less close to Mabel, but he does warm up to her very quickly thanks to her own brand of Weird, something he admires in her even if he doesn't quite always understand it.
And then there's Stan. Stan, who Ford nursed a grudge against for forty years over a misunderstanding and then a cruel accident (this is a habit of Ford's; he can hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe). It isn't until the kids are in terrible danger and him and Stan are literally locked in a box together that they manage to work their differences out. Here it's a case of too little too late; Stan's sacrifice of his entire self to save the rest of the world smacks Ford across the face with the realization that his brother is the hero, not him, and that his grandiose ideas of his own self-importance mean absolutely nothing if his bonds with his family are broken. Up to this point he's been living in a sort of half-fantasy where he's lone (emphasis on lone) hero of his own story, and his family have been slowly whittling that away; this is what undoes it for good. Stan makes a full recovery and Ford finally makes an effort to patch things up between the two of them. Ford probably says it best in the closing statements of his journal: 'You hold a record of one man's folly and the kindness of a family who saved him from himself'.
And Ford Pines is a man worth saving. Despite his flaws, he is a delightfully strange old man. He's a certifiable genius with twelve PhDs who is incredibly curious about the world around him, and all of the other worlds beyond that. He has a thirst for discovery and knowledge that can sometimes lead him into trouble, but that's never stopped him wanting to learn more. On top of that he's creative; he is an accomplished artist and inventor, with an incredible array of devices under his belt including a mind-control tie and a lightbulb that makes your skin softer. His labor of love is his devotion to the weirdness all around him, and he is pretty dang weird himself to match. He loves a good game of Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons, and has a sweet tooth for jelly beans (specifically the malformed ones). In essence, Ford Pines may think he's the badass hero of a scifi novel but in actuality he's a doofy nerd. He has a tattoo that says HEY NOW, I'M AN ALL STAR for goodness' sake.
The thing to remember about Ford Pines is that, for all the hurt he can cause and the bad things his choices have put into motion, there isn't a truly mean bone in his body. He is just incredibly short-sighted when it comes to things outside of himself or his mission, and despite what he likes to think his actions are often dictated by his emotions rather than pure logic. Sure, he can voluntarily shut down his fear responses, but he'll often lash out in anger when it's not warranted or get utterly caught up in childish glee even when it's not productive. He's a good man, really, he's just an idiot. With twelve PhDs.
Abilities/Weaknesses: Ford doesn't possess any magical powers, though he does have plenty of mundane abilities. He's ambidextrous for one, and able to completely shut down his own fear response for another (though this can also get him in trouble when it impairs his ability to be properly cautious). He's quite fit for a man his age; you have to be fighting-fit when you're an interdimensional outlaw. He can also go a very long time without sleeping, though not without eventual side-effects (which he ignores).
In terms of weaknesses, he has a hard time connecting with others and can often be unintentionally rude or offputting. He's got severe hangups about his 'abnormal' hands that could be easily used to cow or humiliate him, as could any mention of his past with Bill and what he percieves as one of his greatest personal failings. Any tangible threat to his family would also instantly put him in his place.
RP Samples:
One: A thread in Victory Road
Two:
Ford has chosen to be an outlier and that suits him just fine. He'd rather live in a rickety shack with his freedom than have to deal with being under the thumb of a woman who reminds him very strongly of Bill but with more dimensions. It means he has far more freedom to explore the new world he's found himself in. Today he's gone on an excursion out into the forest with the intent of cataloging some of the unique plants and animals he now has as neighbors (what did he get his degree in xenobiology for if not for this?).
He plonks himself down in the first mossy glade that doesn't look particularly cursed and begins sketching. Of particular interest is a plant with flowers that look like distressingly-bulbous hearts and seem to be pulsating gently. They remind him very much of bleeding heart flowers if bleeding heart flowers gave off the impression that there were probably rows of teeth hidden just inside their bright pink petals. He's about to reach out and poke one with his pencil when a voice from behind him says,
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
He sits back on the moss and turns to give whoever spoke a very stern talking-to about risks and rewards in science (and how he could absolutely fight off a plant if it came down to it), but any admonishment dies in his throat when he finds himself facing a unicorn.
Ah, unicorns. The only magical creature he just flat-out hates.
"I thought you only gave help to the pure of heart," he says, not being petty at all.
"Oh, you mean the virgin thing?" The unicorn tosses its elegant head. Its beautiful mane flows in a nonexistent breeze. He hates it so much. "No, no, that's just something we use to pick up naive travelers. It's a line."
"Ah."
"And of course it only works on actual virgins! You know how much it sucks only getting it on with people who have no idea what they're doing? Can't even handle a horn properly! Not me, no sir, I'm after a man with experience."
It winks at him, supernaturally-long eyelashes fluttering. Clearly it thinks this is all very flattering. Ford clears his throat awkwardly.
"No, thank you." He stands, slipping his sketchbook inside his coat, and starts to walk toward the edge of the clearing.
"Aw, what?" Can a horse pout? The unicorn is pouting. "But look at me! I'm the hottest purity metaphor you've ever seen, right? Humans think metaphors are sexy, right?"
Ford waves a hand, the universal symbol for a resounding 'eh'. He'll find a different clearing with different weird wildlife to sketch. Behind him the unicorn stamps its hooves.
"Come on! I can do similes, too! Do you like rhetorical questions? WHAT KIND OF FIGURE OF SPEECH GETS YOU HORNY? Horny! It's a pun! Do you like puns? I'm so good at puns--"
Its voice fades off into the soft ambient sounds of the forest. Yikes. At least the tentacle monster last week hadn't seemed so desperate.
