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PLAYER
Name: TC
Personal Journal: skreebat
E-mail: tee.cee.art@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: Kisekispitfire ; PLURK: Skreebat

CHARACTER
Name: Graverobber
Canon: Repo! The Genetic Opera
Timeline: Ending of the movie, after Nathan and Rotti’s death, Shilo’s disappearance and Amber taking over GeneCo.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: I don’t currently play any other character from this canon.

Personality:
There’s a lot to say about Graverobber’s personality. There’s more to him than meets the eye, as odd as he may seem at first.

Graverobber comes from a post-apocalyptic world that fell under attack of an organ failure epidemic that claimed the life of millions. In the midst of this chaos, a company called GeneCo emerges; GeneCo provides organ transplant and financing, although it comes with a risk: those who cannot pay their debt will have their organs revoked by the company’s Repo Men.
With this, a new trend emerged: plastic surgery becomes a fashion statement and many indulge in this to extremes, which can be verified through some of the examples of characters in the movie, such as Amber Sweet or Pavi Largo, daughter and son of the head of GeneCo, Roti Largo.
With all of this, GeneCo also creates Zydrate, a powerful (and addictive) painkiller. Throughout the scenes of the movie, the control of Zydrate usage is heavily mentioned, such as quotes like “Ask a Gentern if Zydrate is right for you.” airing through the city where the story takes place, helping the watcher realize how much of a problem Zydrate use and abuse is in storyverse. This is further proven when it’s acknowledged the existence of a Black Market, grave-robbers sell a cheap version of Zydrate, extracted from the millions of dead bodies that can be found in massive graves and cemeteries around the city.

Graverobber, as his nickname entails, indulges in those less-than-legal acts. He illegally gathers and sells Zydrate, and seems to be quite known in his area, as we can assume by the scenes during “Zydrate Anatomy”.
He goes about his “occupation” with an almost carefree demeanor, despite the fatal risks. We can observe, during “21st Century Cure” how he goes about grave robbing and Zydrate gathering in the most casual manner, despite Shilo’s presence and the nearing officers. He seems almost amused by this, going as far as being purposely loud (such as screaming “graves”) to attract the attention of the armed officers.

Although fitting in this environment, Graverobber has a more philosophical point of view than most of the characters in the show. He seems to be rather critical of the current lifestyle, seeing it as fickle and shallow, as he expresses during “21st Century Cure”. He doesn’t seem to agree with the surgery trend, but that doesn’t keep him from profiting from it and from people’s weaknesses and vices (such as Zydrate addiction). He also criticizes needless grudges, such as the situation between Rotti and Nathan, expressed during “Epitaph”. He presents his views on the inevitability of death and the how certain situations should be deemed unnecessary, leaving the viewer to construct their own critical opinions according to the situations in plot.


Graverobber can then be summarized as a neutral, and certainly self-servicing character. He follows his views as a third party of sorts, mentally distancing himself somewhat from the events around him to form his own opinions, which he is not shy to express.

Despite his critical personality, Graverobber still manages to make some sort of connection with other characters, though they usually seem to imply some sort of gain by his part. For example: his relationship with Amber Sweet, aforementioned daughter of the head of GeneCO, aspiring singer/performer, face of the Zydrate Support Network, as well as, ironically, a Zydrate addict. Although Graverobber shows some obvious animosity towards Amber, during “Zydrate Anatomy”, “Can’t Get It Up If The Girl’s Breathing” (deleted scene) and “At The Opera Tonight” (going as far as hiding in a dumpster to avoid her), he seems to be her recurrent dealer, as well as sexual partner ( hinted through their body language in “Zydrate Anatomy” and further proved during “Can’t Get It Up If The Girl’s Breathing” and “Come Up And Try My New Parts”, both scenes deleted from the original movie.).It goes to show that Graverobber, as much of a critic as he might be, indulges in such situations as sexual gratification and monetary gain, possibly fed by his own bleak view of the frivolity in most things in life.

He might sometimes break this streak (although not by much), as is seen in his interactions with Shilo. Having gotten her caught by GeneCo agents and in the claws of Roti Largo, he still returns to save her and safely get her back home. He, however, takes a detour through alley populated by Zydrate addicts, where the events of “Zydrate Anatomy” take place, but with the purpose of enlightening her on the existence of Zydrate, Amber’s addiction, as well as explain to her Mag’s situation. When the alarms sound, he finally does help Shilo safely escape and find her way home, says his goodbyes with an almost gentleman-like gesture. He might have had his attention peeked by Shilo’s naivety, but it is unclear if his actions were fueled by other motives or not. It is to note, however, his somewhat different demeanor with a more innocent character.

In conclusion. Graverobber is one to not take sides. He forms his own opinions and views, more easily acting as someone else’s unrequited guide than to follow outward influences, although his critical point of view might not allow him to do so. Due to his own self-distancing, his actions might seem a bit odd to other parties, which will end up fueling his own amusement through observing the various reactions. He is an observer, a critic, one who enjoys his pleasures, and neither a leader nor a follower, but one who makes his own path.

First Person:
[ Another evening, another train. The line of smoke and the screech from the tracks were familiar sights and sounds for the city, but not for him.
He wakes up when the train came to a halt, falling off the seat he was laying across. Sitting up quickly, he takes a look at his surroundings… where is he? A ...train cabin?
He stands and leaves the cabin in careful steps. The train is dark and apparently empty…there’s a door open, and it leads to the station.

Where’s…this? It looks so different. So… clean, in a way.

What happened here?

He narrows his eyes and calls out, but not too loud.]

Hello?

[ He reaches into his jacket, waiting for some sort of response, some sign of life, preparing for some sort of ambush.
Could someone have just grabbed him out of his hideout and shoved him into a train to…wherever this is?
But things didn’t work that way.
It doesn’t make any sense.

Huh. Nothing there.

Time to take a look around and hope this isn’t some elaborate mouse trap.]

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Musebox thread example. (Content warning: drug selling and usage.)

Third Person:
He had gotten too used to living in alleyways. Not that he hadn’t considered looking for shelter in one of those apparently empty buildings; but he had yet checked how things worked around here. Debts were something one from his world would learn to avoid, especially those that might spring up on you out of nowhere. So a fire in a barrel would suffice, for now, if the cold didn’t suddenly take a turn for the worse.

Looking for a way back had proven fruitless. Then again, it was hard to know which direction you should be headed when you have no idea where you are. The city looked stuck in time, from a time long before he was born, and some of the things around there weren’t… human.

He couldn’t tell what was real or what was not, anymore. Many ideas passed through his mind; that that was some kind of overrealistic nightmare, some kind of new mind-control torture by GeneCo, some kind of terrifying trip, or maybe he was just dead. All of these ideas seemed ridiculous once he was over them, but so did his situation. So did that place.

From a world where people were barely human anymore, where technology took over, where Nature failed, where changed was not only revered, but forced, to this city lost in time (and, apparently, in space), by the mysterious hands of fate, together with humans and monsters and creatures never before seen, he wondered if his mind had not simply broken apart.
But no. It was too real, as ridiculous as it seemed.

To a world of monsters from a world of barely-men; was there that much of a difference?

His gloves weren’t doing much for warming his hands. He just stared into the fire, sunken into his coat. He started to think that, between here or going “home”, neither of the options seemed to be of great value. Sinking his hands into his coat, he almost hissed at the cold—before turning his head.

Voices. Someone in the city—when they came into view, he realized that they were some of the non-human residents. He watched them; they seemed happy. Some joyful conversation about something meaningless, he assumed. He raised an eyebrow… how can these…people, these things be so happy here? Trapped in some God forsaken city in the middle of nowhere. How did those things even come to be?

Once they were gone, he stepped out of the alleyway. His breath fumed in front of him and he mentally cursed the cold, but he watched them. Watched them walk through the streets like it was nothing. Humans and non-humans, conversations and lives abound. Windows lit and life invading the night. Nothing like “home”. Death didn’t haunt this place and he wasn’t sure if he loathed it or not. It just felt…different.

He found himself stepping into a...bar of some sort. The bright lights and clean environment was nothing sort of odd. He looked around and stepped up to the counter while he brushed the snow off his sleeves. Amazingly non-threatening locale. He took a seat by the bar and considered his options. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad after all.