Rocket

[Rocket]

ROCKET
"Ain't no thing like me, 'cept me."




I'm trouble, yeah trouble now
I'm trouble y'all, I got trouble in my town
if you see me coming down the street
you know it's time to go
you know it's time to go cause here comes trouble
no attorney to plead my case
no orbit to send me into outer space

Given Name: 89P13
Alias(es): Rocket.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Pansexual.
Age: n/a.
Race: genetically-modified raccoon.
Home Town: Earth / Halfworld of the Keystone Quadrant.

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy.
Canon or Original: Canon.

Character Portrayal: His voice actor is Bradley Cooper.
Hair: Brown, with a darker tone around his eyes in a mask, and with stripes of both darker brown and white along his tail.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Height/build:
Individual Features: Well… He's a raccoon.. We could start there? His colours are similar to a natural earth raccoon, but sharper, more defined. Edgier you could say. He's also usually seen in an orange jump suit, and body armour and often wielding one or more gun. He also walks on his hind paws in a very humanoid way.

Powers:
+ Natural boost: Rocket has all the acute senses of a raccoon. His earring, eyesight and sense of smell are all far better then any human's. And that's just his natural gifts.

+ Sentient Intelligence: Rocket's a genetic experiment. His time as a guinea pig has resulted in him having a very humanoid-intelligence. He can speak (a lot of space languages too), he can think and make plans. Use his imagination. Things a normal raccoon cannot do. Also, he's just really smart in general, he's got a wicked brain. Military tactician type brain.

+ Enhanced Physical: Rocket's skeletal structure is cybernetic. Including enhanced phalange and metacarpal bones. This, asides being what makes him able to stand and move like a humanoid, also makes him a little tougher to kill. This however, does not mean he can't scamper around like a raccoon anymore, he can.

+ Decent skillets: They're not powers per say, but I feel like this is the category to file this stuff under. He's a very good marksmen and pilot. Space pilot in fact, but that doesn't mean he can't handle a plane.

Family:
Nadah.
Friends:
+ Groot "More then just a chunk of wood."
+ Peter Quill "Hmmm."
+ Gamora "Don't cross her, pal."
+ Drax "Y'know. The Destroyer."
+ Lylla "I ain't talkin' about this."
Enemies:
+ The Authorities. Eh eh.
+ Ronan the Accuser.
+ Thanos. Duh.
+ The Collector.
+ Nebula.

Occupation: future Guardian. Gonna have to wait for the movie to nail that down
+ So for now, criminal. Mercenary work is always good money.

Personality:
+ Sass Mofo: If there is one thing that can be used to describe Rocket, it's snarky as all hell. This raccoon has one hell of a sense of wit and loves to use it. He'll sass anyone and anything. He's sarcastic and sometimes can come off a little rude. I'd like to say he means it affectionately, but there are times he's just a little shit.
+ Brave and loyal: Rocket has little fear. Despite his size, he'll take on pretty much anything and anyone. He'll mouth off the entire time, but he'll take it without hesitation. He works alongside a couple of the galaxy's baddest cats and doesn't blink once. And he might sass his team and seem a little self-satisfied, but he does love his team. And if you're his pal, he won't stop at anything to keep you by his side.
+ Prideful: Rocket's got some pretty high expectations and faith in himself (this does vary in times but speaking as a usual thing). He doesn't really ask for help unless he's in dear need of it. And he usually doesn't need it anyways.
+ Flirtatious: Yeah. He'll flirt with you, even if you're human and he's uh… A raccoon. He likes to think he's a charmer, but is more then used to being shot down by bipeds. Besides, he once had a lady friend, and truth be told, his lil' heart loves her. She was quite the looker and furry to boot.
+ Big ol' softie: Rocket hides the soft fluffy inside he harbours. Sometimes. Sometimes you'll see it. When he talks of Groot, you'll see his affection. He really cares about his friends, but especially about Groot. He'd go back into a demolished ship to find any remnants of the guy.
+ Lonely: He's alone in the galaxy, there's nobody like him. No other talking raccoons anywhere. Nobody he can stand beside and feel similar to. He might hide it, but sometimes he wishes there were some like him. Other times he loves being unique. But don't expect a hearfelt tale about his woes of loneliness.
+ Wicked smart: Rocket's a fucking genius. He can pilot anything he can get his paws on. He can plan attacks and fix up ships. You name it, he can fix it. Gun? Plane? Sure and done. He's got a well greased machine up in his furry head and he's not modest at all about it. Don't get in his way or tell him he's wrong.
+ Aggressive: Rocket's loud and in your face. If you call him cute he may very well growl at you and plot your demise. He's a spitfire and loves a good fight. He's also quite the cusser even if he doesn't use earth terms to cuss in. Also, just a warning, don't get in a fight with him. Chances are in hand-to-hand he'll have you hog-tied before you know what hit you. And if it's technology? Don't underestimate his abilities.

Likes:
+ Heavy machinery.
+ Bad ass guns.
+ Groot. Best pal.
+ Egg McMuffins.
+ People like him.

Dislikes:
+ Threats to himself. Or those he cares for.
+ Cosmo. Damned dog...
+ When people call him "cute"
+ When people refer to him as "just a raccoon."
+ Authority.

Fears:
+ Watchin' his folks get obliterated.
+ dying himself I suppose.

History:
(I'm going off of what I've read/heard rumoured for his history. Unsure what's true, but it sounds reasonable so I'm believing it. I'll edit and add to this when I know more ^^ I'm also twisting a little of his comic history in here, but not too much.)

Rocket was born on earth, just your every day normal raccoon. Born to a raccoon mama, and a raccoon da. He was your regular scavenging bandit… Until he was picked up by some space travellers and taken to a planet called Halfworld. Halfworld is basically a prison for the criminally insane folks of the universe. There, your otherwise normal raccoon became anything but normal. He became an object, a plaything. He was genetically modified and picked apart before he was put back together. His skeletal structure was infused with a cybernetic one, giving him the ability to walk upright on two paws, much like a human. It overall changed the way his body looked, far less pudgy and round then a earth racoon. Elongated him a bit, and he became leaner, more agile. The bones in his front paws and the fingers were altered to be more dextrous, again, more human. He can grapes and hold things better then your average earth racoon. And last, but not least, they changed his brain. They heightened his intelligence, made him capable of speech and thought. Unfortunately, this treatment also made him a little… Aggressive.

All and all, they made him a super tough, very intelligent ball of fur. Mostly to act as a ward around halfworld to keep the patients in line. His time there was spent with more abuse in the same manner. Experiments and changes in his body. It evolved him into a cynic, nasty-tempered chaotic personality. Eventually, the guy had enough and managed to get out. But what does a military-brained, cybernectic-boned raccoon do in the great wide worlds of space? Become a mercenary, that's what.

Years of gun-toting and head collecting. Theft. Arson. You name it, Rocket's done it. Met up with a big ol' sentintant tree of few words but a huge heart. Groot. Guy became Rocket's best friend, and partner. Rocket got his paws dirty, Groot was more the back up. It was a good life, making money with his best pal. Riding the galaxy. until a snag got him caught by the damn Novacorp and thrown in the slammer with Gamora (she's terrifying really), Drax (the Destroyer), and Peter Quill (Star-lord…?).

Okay. That's where the plot gets spoilery. And a) we don't know much asides teaming up for the greater good. and b) that I'm not letting nothing spoil me till the movie comes out xD SO I will be playing a criminal Rocket until that time. Then I'll work around what the movie offers me. Sounds good? It actually wounds me at how small this history is. It actually hurts me deeply. Ugh.

Random Facts:
I'll add some when I think of 'em.

Name/alias: Grimm.
Age: Almost 23. Yeesh.
RP Experience: 10 years+
Any Other Characters?: Harry Osborn.


RP Sample:
( Stealing this from another site where I played him )
Earth was making things tough. All Rocket wanted was to get back to his ship, get back to his team and get back to his job. But Earth. Earth was not helping matters. He'd been collecting things (since the second he tried to get money or items legally he got swatted by a broom and screamed at before he could get a word out), trying to create something from nothing. He was smart, but he wasn't a miracle worker, and to remake the things he knew from scratch? Not easy. And, not all of the materials were even available on Earth. Quaint little planet, ozone depletion aside, but not helpful. So when he wandered through Central Park, eyes open for anything that could be useful (and keeping an eye to the sky in the case he saw Iron Man and could try and track the guy down), and caught a different sort of movement above he ditched the forgotten/lost cellphone in his paws and scampered across the grass.

There was an all too familiar yank, and he let out a bark of laughter as his claws went from soft, warm grass to hard, cold metal. He made quick work of bounding over to the nearest vent, using his paws to rip the cover off one side and slide into the dark passage. He pulled the cover back over and let out a breath of relief. He was going home. He didn't know who he was with, and doubted they were anyone good but they were hauling him away from earth and he could take hold of the ship and make his own way if they were less then pleasant. And if they were decent, he could ask to hitch a ride to the next port. His plan was quickly taking form until he heard a voice. An English speaking, human voice. His head whipped back around and he peered through the vent at the boy. Well that explained why someone had visited earth. He'd assumed it was because of him one way or another, not a human.

But it was the human that was being watched. And gassed. Rocket took a quick breath at the hiss and turned to scamper up to higher ground and away from the mist. He peered through vents as he passed, humming under his breath. "This looks like Kree…" he muttered, a little annoyed. What the flark were the Kree doing poking around Earth? Where the Kree poked their noses, the Skrulls seemed to feel the need to do the same. It was a vicious circle and the Kree weren't all that bad, the Skrulls however had a dark side to 'em. The question became why the kid was so important that they'd scoop him up.Rocket wanted nothing more then to go march his way up to the bridge and demand to know what was happening, and demand a drop off somewhere to get a hold of Pete.

But the kid. The kid was Earth property. Kid belonged on Earth, not int he bowels of a spaceship. They were far more advance then earth, and he didn't want to know what they wanted with the kid. Earth had mutants. Maybe this kid was a mutant? Maybe the inhuman were getting a little curious of Earth, more curious then he'd formerly thought? Either way, the kid had to come first. So, he backtracked, and found his way to a vent above passing guards, and yes, definitely Kree. He followed, silent and ears wide to their words. He got a general direction from their conversation and bounded off in what he hoped was the right direction. In the end it was the kid's voice that led Rocket right too him. Kid had a trap that was for sure.

He shifted a panel, muttering under his breath. And then popped his head out, giving a one eighty. His nose had told them they were alone, but his eyes did a double check. Rocket narrowed his eyes at the greeting he received. His ears twitched in annoyance and he spat, cocking his hip with one paw resting on one of his laser pistols, the other on his hip. "I'm here to get you outta here pipsqueak. But if you hurl on my fur, I'll leave ya here for the Kree to dissect."

Okay. Kid had spirit. At least he wouldn't be dead weight. "Look. Before I get you down, and out of here, you're gon'na tell me why the Kree are ditching past sort of rules about leaving Earth alone for you. What do you got that they want. Were you involved with the Chitauri?" he asked, remaining where he was. Normally he wouldn't mind getting in someone's face to snarl but he honestly didn't want to risk the vomiting threat. He didn't want his suit smelling like human puke.

"And I suggest you answer on the quicker side. I don't know what they have planned for you, but until I know you can be trusted I ain't getting you down. And the longer this takes, the farther from your home we get. So get talking," he said, giving a 'hurry up' gesture with the paw holding onto one of his pieces. Kid didn't look overly special. Plain old scruffy little thing that he saw running around all over the place. What made him so special? Was he a hybrid, like Pete? He didn't look Kree. And the Kree didn't exactly do this to their own either. Too military.

This template was made by me, Grimm.
Don't steal shit. Mashed lyrics from repo! the genetic opera.

[LANNI]