application for scorched

[heroicmoreoften]

player name: Bree
player journal: calypsa
playing here: EVERYONE EVER Riza Hawkeye, Yachiru Kusajishi, Verity Kindle
where did you find us? in your living rooms mO_Om
are you 16 years of age or older?: yyyyyyyyyep

In Character Information

character name: Clyde Langer
Fandom: Sarah Jane Adventures
Timeline: end of the series
character's age: 17 years old

powers, skills, pets and equipment:

• Equipment: Clyde will be coming in with his backpack, which really just contains a few school books, a pad of paper, some pencils and pens, and the random little odds and ends a 17 year old boy might have in his bag. Fliers, tickets, probably an MP3 player, doodles he did in class, etc. He will also have a small flashlight hidden in a jacket pocket. Nothing really to write home about.
  
  
• Skills: These include art/drawing, puns and bad jokes, and figuring out if someone is betraying him before anybody else does so he can get himself in more trouble faster than his friends. He can also cook!
  
  
• Powers: In the episode “The Wedding of Sarah Jane,” Clyde touches the outside of the dematerializing TARDIS and absorbs some artron energy into his hand. He is able to use this later on in the episode to sort of shoot a beam of artron energy out of his palm and into The Trickster in order to incapacitate him and break down the cohesion of the time loop so that his friends can get the upper hand. This energy does not dissipate after this, though, and reappears in the episode “The Death of the Doctor,” appearing as an electric-like arc that sparks on his hand and allows the Doctor to connect with him and use him to swap places and get himself into the military base where Sarah Jane and the kids are being held.
  For the purposes of scorched, he will have something similar, but simplified. Once he realizes what he’s got and how to properly control it, he will be able to shoot a beam of artron energy from his palm at will. The effects will be a little bit like a taser in that it will cause pain and stun his target, but with the added time-energy side effect of literally stopping the personal time of the target as well. So, if he uses a strong enough beam, Clyde would be able to basically press the pause button on someone attacking him for a few seconds. Using the artron energy, however, will have a cost for Clyde as well, and any time he shoots a beam or pauses an attacker, he will feel like he’s being zapped with a taser, too, but at a much lower setting than what he’s using. This will keep him from abusing the power but still make it useful to him.

canon history: Doctor Who Wiki page on Clyde Langer

The very short version is, Clyde Langer was born on June 5, 1994 to parents Carla and Paul Langer. He has no brothers or sisters and, when he was just about ten years old, his father walked out of his life. Apparently fatherhood and husbanding was too much for him, so he took up with Carla’s sister, Melba, and ran off with her to Germany. He had a history of wisecracking and bad behavior for a long time after that, culminating in his getting expelled from school at age 14. He and his mother then moved to Ealing, a London suburb, and he started school at Parkvale Comprehensive. And it just so happened his first day there was the same as Maria Jackson and Luke Smith, with whom he would become close friends.

In fact, he got involved with Sarah Jane Smith through them, by being nosy as to what his two classmates could possibly be doing snooping around the new science block after home time and subsequently pulling himself into involvement with a Slitheen plot to convert the planet into raw materials that could be sold on the galactic market. He was in from there, chasing aliens, solving mysteries and having adventures with Sarah Jane, Maria, Luke and Rani.


personality:
If Clyde Langer were asked to describe his own personality in just a few words, he would choose likely choose something along the lines of “cool, funny, and pretty much awesome.” Image is something that does matter to him, and he tries to be these words that he describes himself with. In the earlier parts of the series, he helps Luke, a boy new to human society, to learn the ins and outs of being a teenager, warning him off of things that would be considered dorky or uncool and advising him on proper behavior, humor, and outlook of a teenaged boy. He also carries only a small flashlight because, although Sarah Jane never seems to remember to bring one, he won’t carry a larger one because it will mess up the look of his jacket.

But, although he is concerned with appearances, he isn’t actually a shallow boy. He cares very much about doing what is right and what is kind and about treating his fellow humans in the way they should be treated, he just can’t really show it overtly because of his teenaged preoccupation with being cool. But time and again he proves himself to be a wise, compassionate, selfless and generally good person. He might talk big about guns and fighting and things like that, but in the end he would always prefer to choose the peaceful solution to any problem he and his friends are faced with, choose the kind way of resolution. One example of his attitude toward s his fellow man comes in one of the latest episodes of the series, when he is approached by a homeless girl for money and he gives it to her. A little girl with him, Sky, asks why he would give a “scrounger” money, and he answers with “Because [her poverty] is probably not her fault.” He gives of himself, willingly volunteering to become host to a violent, plotting alien just to save Sarah Jane and Rani from having to do it again, and, when it comes down to it, he has a lot of humility. He knows what his place is, what he's good at, and what others are much better at than he is. He also likes to give all the credit for his shift to being this better person (as compared to the angry, destructive kid he was before meeting his Bannerman Road friends) to Sarah Jane, telling her that he would probably have grown up no better than his dead-beat father if it hadn't been for her guidance. He thinks the best of people whenever he can, but he won't hesitate to speak his mind when he thinks someone is doing wrong, either. He is usually one of the first of his little group of friends to figure out when someone is betraying them. This is partially because he is outgoing and impulsive and curious and partly dumb luck, it seems.

He is not without flaw, though. Due to his father up and leaving him when he was about ten years old, he has some pretty serious abandonment issues. Once he becomes attached to someone, particularly a parental figure or a very close friend, one of his biggest fears is to lose them. If he does, he lashes out violently against everyone else close to them, blaming them for what has happened because he can't stand to think it was his fault that they're gone. It brings him back to being a little boy and blaming his mother for his father's walking out, while secretly putting all the fault on himself. It was as a result of this, as well, that he started to act out in school and got himself in a fair amount of trouble, getting kicked out of the scouts and out of a previous school which necessitated his move to Parkvale. Since joining up with Sarah Jane and Luke, his wild tendencies have been tamed and channeled into fighting to save the world from aliens every other week, but he still likes to cause a bit of common trouble here and there, and likes to think of himself as the class clown. He likes playing pranks and telling jokes and getting a rise out of his teachers and headmaster. Teasing his friends is also a favorite pass-time.

Another favorite pass-time of his is art. He often shirks his homework in favor of drawing a new comic book starring his fictional hero, the Silver Bullet, and also spends a lot of time drawing portraits of his friends and things that move him. He really does, underneath all the cool exterior and wiseacre demeanor, have the soul of an artist. He believes in things he can't see, like ghosts and spirits and souls, and argues against Luke's believe that "everything comes down to maths." To him, everything has a feeling, a color, a soul, and he tries to capture that with pencils a paper. He's really very good, too, and draws realistic portraits and wonderfully stylized comic characters. And he has plenty of imagination to go around.

why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? He’s smart, resourceful, used to dealing with crazy things like aliens who want to destroy the world, totem poles that want to destroy his life, alien possession, time travel, space travel, problem solving, etcetera etcetera the list goes on. He’s a quick witted kid who will be constantly trying to figure out what’s going on around him, looking to make friends and fight monsters and in general integrate himself into the horrorshow that Anatole calls a community.

Writing Samples

Network Post Sample:

[After a short while of fiddling with this new electronic device, the first thing to actually be communicated from this new number is a series of texts, the space of a moment or two separating each one.]

rani. get sarah jane. there is something seriously weird going on

Mr Smith? You monitor stuff like transmissions and things, right? Come on, find me!

Doctor?

[It takes a little longer – but only a few moments – to get the audio working, and then a boy’s voice can be heard. English – a Londoner for those who might recognize his accent – and most likely a teenager from the sound of it.]

Aright, I’ll give you that this phone is way cooler than mine. What is it, like an iPhone5, gears and brass edition or something? Did aliens invent the iPhone? I should ask Sarah Jane that.

Anyway, you’re not fooling me with any of this. This doesn’t look anything like Ealing, at least not in the last two hundred years or whatever, so you lose points for authenticity. So I know this isn’t Earth, right? You might as well come out and tell me what you want from me, ‘cause it’s not like I’ve never seen aliens before. Ask the Slitheen or the Gorgons or a bunch of other guys. But I’ll tell you right now, if you want to hurt my friends or sell the Earth to your cousins on Klom or something else balmy, I’ll stop you. I’m Clyde Langer. You can check my references, I don’t let aliens destroy the world on my watch.

Third Person Sample:

It most certainly wasn’t the sound of his own snoring that woke Clyde. Thankfully, it also wasn’t the sound of screaming or of Sontaran blasters or the whine of Rak weed or the cackle of the Nightmare Man. In fact, it was nothing at all. There was nothing at all strange about the way Clyde woke this morning.

It was really where he woke that was strange. Clyde was a boy fairly well used to weird things happening to him. He’d been shuttled off to space to fight a war, he’d been attacked by Slitheen and ridden passenger side with a Jidoon. So it was safe to say it took a fair bit to shock him. The bare, unfamiliar room unnerved him, sure, but he stopped himself before groggily calling out for his mum or Sarah Jane.

Think, Clydie, you can do this. Even if they’re not here. He rolled out of the bed, trainers still on his feet as if he’d been plucked right out of the middle of his day (not that it would be the first time that’d happened), and tried to think of what Sarah Jane would do. Always a good guide for life, though unfortunately he didn’t happen to have any cosmetics oh him, sonic or otherwise.

“That’s what I get for not shopping with Rani.” It was a weak attempt at humor and there was no one around to hear his joke, but it still made him feel a little better. Laughter could save the world, he knew that for a fact. And making jokes was the only outlet he had at the moment for the nervous, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was not going to be a normal day on Bannerman Road.

There was something that looked like mobile on the bedside table. It was weird looking though, like it came from the future and the past at the same time. A big screen and a camera along with little cogs and wheels like some sort of clockwork iPhone. He picked it up, turned it over in his hands. It didn’t look too sinister, and what could it hurt to try sending a text to Rani’s number? If that actually worked, he decided, then this was the lamest alien abduction ever. Like they didn’t even know he was part of the gang that saved the world from aliens on a pretty regular basis.

Anything else? I need to be cut off. NO MORE APPS. except maybe one