Application to Route 29
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liquidation Player
Name: Inky
Personal Journal:inkblotmeringue
E-mail: inkblot.meringue [at] yahoo [dot] com
AIM/MSN: inkblotmeringue
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: none
Character
Name: Liquid Snake
Series: Metal Gear Solid
Timeline: post-showdown atop REX, MGS1
Canon Resource Links:
MGS Wiki entry on Liquid
Wikipedia entry on MGS 1
Personality:
Liquid is an interesting mash of an arrogant son of a bitch mixed in with an inferiority complex the size of Wisconsin and an almost Shakespearean flair for drama. His body possesses near superhuman strength and endurance, he has an exceptionally high IQ and can employ an impressive level of discipline. He has all the skills of an elite super soldier and damn well knows it, and has the confidence that comes with being one of the best. He is, after all, a clone of Big Boss, the point man of FOXHOUND, and a decorated Gulf War veteran. He’s gone through training, battle, and torture and come out only stronger for it. Really, he has every reason for his confident swagger.
Except for the tiny matter of Solid Snake.
Ever since the day he was old enough to understand, Liquid was told that he was inferior. He was told, by the very man that he was cloned from and idolized, that he was the by-product formed in the creation of the perfect soldier; he was the garbage, the leftovers, the useless scraps. He would amount to nothing, and he was nothing. It was Solid who had been given all of Big Boss’ legacy, and it was Solid who would become the greatest soldier of the age. And no matter what Liquid did, no matter how hard he pushed himself or what he accomplished, he would never be good enough. The bitterness of being forever inferior left its mark on him at a young age; his chief motivations throughout his life were, and still are, hatred and the unshakable desire for revenge. Come hell or high water, he is determined to complete his goal—he would die for it, would make any sacrifice for it.
Despite Liquid's undeniable hatred for both Snake and his father, he paradoxically also desires their attention-- for him, it is better to be hated than ignored. The worst part of his treatment under his father was not that he was despised, but that he was disregarded; that he was nothing to the man that he so desperately wanted to please. He had originally wanted to gain his father's approval by surpassing his favored brother in the only way that he knew how-- by killing him. After a certain incident in Iraq where Big Boss failed to rescue him from captivity, however, that desire for his love changed to a burning need for revenge-- to make his father acknowledge him by making him suffer as he had suffered. And when Snake killed Big Boss before Liquid had the chance, all of that love-hate-obsession was transferred solely to him.
Needless to say, Liquid's screwed-up family life has left him with so many neuroses that Freud would shit his pants.And Big Boss wins the Joan Crawford Mommy Dearest award.
Leaving aside his dysfunctional family life for the moment, Liquid also believes that he needs to be the perfect soldier, or at least as close to perfect as man can get, and therefore thinks that any kind of weakness is unacceptable. He’s repressed every kind of emotion other than anger because he thinks that they’ll make him weak, and has avoided any kind of personal relationship for the same reason. Relationships are only there to be exploited, and he thinks he’ll be better off relying only on his own strength. This whole line of thinking has also led to the kind of paranoia normally seen only in diehard conspiracy theorists, but considering that he worked for five years with Revolver Ocelot, Mr. Chronic Backstabbing Disorder himself, a little paranoia is perhaps understandable.
Pride and narcissism count amongst Liquid’s primary vices, springing from the need to hide that perceived inadequacy that was instilled in him from childhood. He already is firm in the belief that he is fundamentally flawed; if confronted about this, however, he would vehemently deny it with every fiber of his being, and then would likely launch into an impassioned speech about his plans to rebuild Outer Heaven and defeat his twin. He is controlling and manipulative, and attempts to mold others’ perceptions to fit his desires. Liquid wants to be perceived as an aloof, unconquerable warrior, unsurpassed in intelligence and cunning, and will take the necessary steps to ensure such a reaction. He wants to be noticed, and he wants to be envied. Liquid can be ruthless if it’s necessary, or, should it serve him, he could be the opposite; either way, his actions will be foremost to further his goals, and he’s adaptive and resourceful enough to twist situations to his advantage.
Being a soldier, he realizes also the importance of being able to work in a unit, and, despite the fact that he thinks any unit is only worth having if he’s leading it, he can take an order when necessary—he is, after all, a soldier. And he isn’t opposed to taking advice, especially when that advice comes from someone who’s proven themselves competent. Liquid doesn’t know everything and is well aware of the fact that he can’t do everything.
Liquid tends to be imperious and sarcastic, and there are few times when he will be something other than those. It takes one hell of a good impression on him to start treating others as equals—it was something that recently had been exclusive to members of FOXHOUND, his black ops unit, all of whom he trusted and had proven time and time again that they were loyal and capable (except, perhaps, for Ocelot, but he was at least a consistent traitor, and no one could deny that they didn’t all expect him to backstab them somehow, eventually). It’s not impossible to gain his trust and professional respect, but it certainly takes a lot. Many things can irritate him or possibly even anger him, though, but nothing infuriates him like incompetence, either from an individual or a group, and it is not something that he ever tolerates. Mistakes are one thing—they happen, even after the most careful planning—but sheer ineptitude and uselessness is an entirely different thing.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Despite being the perceived lesser of the twins, Liquid has been trained as a soldier from a very young age, and is therefore skilled in combat, military tactics, and various types of weaponry. He is an outstanding pilot, and was capable of shooting down to F-16s while piloting from the weapon’s operator seat of a Hind D helicopter. He also has the advantage of being fluent in seven languages: French, Arabic, Malay, English, Spanish, Russian, and Chinese. Liquid also is incredibly intelligent, and his IQ was recorded as being 180 in his military records, and this helps him to learn and adapt quickly. His memory is also excellent and he can remember large amounts of information with exceptional recall.
He is naturally gifted with strength, stamina, and keen senses, which all come from being a clone of the elite soldier, Big Boss. Through training, he’s honed his physical capabilities to their peak, and therefore is a formidable opponent in a battle, whether ranged or melee. Liquid is also proficient at disguising himself, and can completely alter his mannerisms if necessary to complete a disguise.
His military experience allows him to keep a level head in a crisis, and also means that he is extremely difficult to threaten or intimidate. Liquid has a high pain threshold and high endurance, and can keep on going in even the most hostile environment. He’s adaptive, resourceful, and damn near impossible to kill, almost to the point where it seems as though he has at least nine lives. Possibly more.
Liquid has a big red button marked ‘Inferiority Complex’, and to set him off, all someone has to do is push it. Hard. Doing so can make him lose his restraint and sometimes his common sense, and at times can let him get played like a five cent kazoo, assuming the pusher plays his cards right. Sometimes, all it takes for him to get worked up is the mere mention of the names Solid Snake or Big Boss, and he’ll start into an epic rant that would put Hamlet to shame. His ‘family’ is his sorest point, outclassing even his pride and ego.
Liquid also suffers from PTSD and some pretty bad nightmares due to his time in the POW camp in Iraq. He tends to sleep very little as a result, either because he’s trying to avoid the nightmares or they wake him up when he does attempt to sleep. He dealt with the whole situation by repressing it all to hell, and certain actions or events could very well cause him to have a flashback.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer. HE WILL BE THE VERY BEST.
Starter: Seviper, named Nidhogg. Otacon still has his original starter, a Houndoom, which he’ll likely be returning, also.
Password: scrambled eggs
Samples
First Person Sample:
[Who’s blond, angry, and ranting at his Pokegear? If you guessed ‘Liquid goddamn Snake’, you get a prize.]
I do not care who all of you are, or where I am, or how I have come to be here. I do not care if I have been spirited off to a strange world or if I am hallucinating though the latter seems much more likely than the former. Bloody Stinger missiles. Such mere details are irrelevant until I have gained the knowledge of one thing, and one thing only!
[dramatic pause]
The location of one man, the one man amongst the billions of wretches filling this miserable earth. The light to my darkness, the flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood, the man who casts a shadow that stretches to the end of the world! The man who stands high and secure upon an indomitable pedestal, the missing parts of my genetic legacy, who stole the birthright that should be mine! I will not rest until I find him! I will tear apart the fabric of this universe if I must!
My brother! Solid Snake!
[Protip: the prize is a rant.]
Third Person Sample:
The first indication that Liquid had returned to Johto was the fact that he entered it yelling. The yelling had started when he woke up and shoutedBrother! right in the face of the woman who claimed to be his mother, and continued while he ranted at her about all the ways that this was physically impossible. Inaccurate genetics were mentioned and expounded upon until she managed to get him out the door.
The yelling continued after he had gotten his Pokegear out, figured out its workings (all over again; his memory of this place from twelve years ago had gone a little hazy), and demanded everyone over the network who would listen to him where Snake was. The fact that every answer he received was negative in that regard only served to fuel his ranting. The dick jokes didn’t help.
He had returned to this world that he remembered only as bits and pieces of a hallucination—a dream of freedom during a long period of captivity, no more real or consequential than any other dream or nightmare. Even now, he knew full well that this could be nothing more than the death throes of his dying brain while he lay at the feet of his broken war machine, surrounded by the ruin of his failed rebellion. His brother could be standing over him at this very moment, gun in hand and ready to deliver the killing blow. It would not be the ending that he had strived for—if he was going to take a bullet from his brother, he at least had wanted to be on his feet for it. To look into his brother’s eyes in that moment, to see the bloodlust and the hate in them. A final comfort to a man dying in the grip of his own failures.
Or… a second chance. One last shot at victory.
And one that he wasn’t going to let slip from his grasp.
Name: Inky
Personal Journal:
inkblotmeringueE-mail: inkblot.meringue [at] yahoo [dot] com
AIM/MSN: inkblotmeringue
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route: none
Character
Name: Liquid Snake
Series: Metal Gear Solid
Timeline: post-showdown atop REX, MGS1
Canon Resource Links:
MGS Wiki entry on Liquid
Wikipedia entry on MGS 1
Personality:
Liquid is an interesting mash of an arrogant son of a bitch mixed in with an inferiority complex the size of Wisconsin and an almost Shakespearean flair for drama. His body possesses near superhuman strength and endurance, he has an exceptionally high IQ and can employ an impressive level of discipline. He has all the skills of an elite super soldier and damn well knows it, and has the confidence that comes with being one of the best. He is, after all, a clone of Big Boss, the point man of FOXHOUND, and a decorated Gulf War veteran. He’s gone through training, battle, and torture and come out only stronger for it. Really, he has every reason for his confident swagger.
Except for the tiny matter of Solid Snake.
Ever since the day he was old enough to understand, Liquid was told that he was inferior. He was told, by the very man that he was cloned from and idolized, that he was the by-product formed in the creation of the perfect soldier; he was the garbage, the leftovers, the useless scraps. He would amount to nothing, and he was nothing. It was Solid who had been given all of Big Boss’ legacy, and it was Solid who would become the greatest soldier of the age. And no matter what Liquid did, no matter how hard he pushed himself or what he accomplished, he would never be good enough. The bitterness of being forever inferior left its mark on him at a young age; his chief motivations throughout his life were, and still are, hatred and the unshakable desire for revenge. Come hell or high water, he is determined to complete his goal—he would die for it, would make any sacrifice for it.
Despite Liquid's undeniable hatred for both Snake and his father, he paradoxically also desires their attention-- for him, it is better to be hated than ignored. The worst part of his treatment under his father was not that he was despised, but that he was disregarded; that he was nothing to the man that he so desperately wanted to please. He had originally wanted to gain his father's approval by surpassing his favored brother in the only way that he knew how-- by killing him. After a certain incident in Iraq where Big Boss failed to rescue him from captivity, however, that desire for his love changed to a burning need for revenge-- to make his father acknowledge him by making him suffer as he had suffered. And when Snake killed Big Boss before Liquid had the chance, all of that love-hate-obsession was transferred solely to him.
Needless to say, Liquid's screwed-up family life has left him with so many neuroses that Freud would shit his pants.
Leaving aside his dysfunctional family life for the moment, Liquid also believes that he needs to be the perfect soldier, or at least as close to perfect as man can get, and therefore thinks that any kind of weakness is unacceptable. He’s repressed every kind of emotion other than anger because he thinks that they’ll make him weak, and has avoided any kind of personal relationship for the same reason. Relationships are only there to be exploited, and he thinks he’ll be better off relying only on his own strength. This whole line of thinking has also led to the kind of paranoia normally seen only in diehard conspiracy theorists, but considering that he worked for five years with Revolver Ocelot, Mr. Chronic Backstabbing Disorder himself, a little paranoia is perhaps understandable.
Pride and narcissism count amongst Liquid’s primary vices, springing from the need to hide that perceived inadequacy that was instilled in him from childhood. He already is firm in the belief that he is fundamentally flawed; if confronted about this, however, he would vehemently deny it with every fiber of his being, and then would likely launch into an impassioned speech about his plans to rebuild Outer Heaven and defeat his twin. He is controlling and manipulative, and attempts to mold others’ perceptions to fit his desires. Liquid wants to be perceived as an aloof, unconquerable warrior, unsurpassed in intelligence and cunning, and will take the necessary steps to ensure such a reaction. He wants to be noticed, and he wants to be envied. Liquid can be ruthless if it’s necessary, or, should it serve him, he could be the opposite; either way, his actions will be foremost to further his goals, and he’s adaptive and resourceful enough to twist situations to his advantage.
Being a soldier, he realizes also the importance of being able to work in a unit, and, despite the fact that he thinks any unit is only worth having if he’s leading it, he can take an order when necessary—he is, after all, a soldier. And he isn’t opposed to taking advice, especially when that advice comes from someone who’s proven themselves competent. Liquid doesn’t know everything and is well aware of the fact that he can’t do everything.
Liquid tends to be imperious and sarcastic, and there are few times when he will be something other than those. It takes one hell of a good impression on him to start treating others as equals—it was something that recently had been exclusive to members of FOXHOUND, his black ops unit, all of whom he trusted and had proven time and time again that they were loyal and capable (except, perhaps, for Ocelot, but he was at least a consistent traitor, and no one could deny that they didn’t all expect him to backstab them somehow, eventually). It’s not impossible to gain his trust and professional respect, but it certainly takes a lot. Many things can irritate him or possibly even anger him, though, but nothing infuriates him like incompetence, either from an individual or a group, and it is not something that he ever tolerates. Mistakes are one thing—they happen, even after the most careful planning—but sheer ineptitude and uselessness is an entirely different thing.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Despite being the perceived lesser of the twins, Liquid has been trained as a soldier from a very young age, and is therefore skilled in combat, military tactics, and various types of weaponry. He is an outstanding pilot, and was capable of shooting down to F-16s while piloting from the weapon’s operator seat of a Hind D helicopter. He also has the advantage of being fluent in seven languages: French, Arabic, Malay, English, Spanish, Russian, and Chinese. Liquid also is incredibly intelligent, and his IQ was recorded as being 180 in his military records, and this helps him to learn and adapt quickly. His memory is also excellent and he can remember large amounts of information with exceptional recall.
He is naturally gifted with strength, stamina, and keen senses, which all come from being a clone of the elite soldier, Big Boss. Through training, he’s honed his physical capabilities to their peak, and therefore is a formidable opponent in a battle, whether ranged or melee. Liquid is also proficient at disguising himself, and can completely alter his mannerisms if necessary to complete a disguise.
His military experience allows him to keep a level head in a crisis, and also means that he is extremely difficult to threaten or intimidate. Liquid has a high pain threshold and high endurance, and can keep on going in even the most hostile environment. He’s adaptive, resourceful, and damn near impossible to kill, almost to the point where it seems as though he has at least nine lives. Possibly more.
Liquid has a big red button marked ‘Inferiority Complex’, and to set him off, all someone has to do is push it. Hard. Doing so can make him lose his restraint and sometimes his common sense, and at times can let him get played like a five cent kazoo, assuming the pusher plays his cards right. Sometimes, all it takes for him to get worked up is the mere mention of the names Solid Snake or Big Boss, and he’ll start into an epic rant that would put Hamlet to shame. His ‘family’ is his sorest point, outclassing even his pride and ego.
Liquid also suffers from PTSD and some pretty bad nightmares due to his time in the POW camp in Iraq. He tends to sleep very little as a result, either because he’s trying to avoid the nightmares or they wake him up when he does attempt to sleep. He dealt with the whole situation by repressing it all to hell, and certain actions or events could very well cause him to have a flashback.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer. HE WILL BE THE VERY BEST.
Starter: Seviper, named Nidhogg. Otacon still has his original starter, a Houndoom, which he’ll likely be returning, also.
Password: scrambled eggs
Samples
First Person Sample:
[Who’s blond, angry, and ranting at his Pokegear? If you guessed ‘Liquid goddamn Snake’, you get a prize.]
I do not care who all of you are, or where I am, or how I have come to be here. I do not care if I have been spirited off to a strange world or if I am hallucinating though the latter seems much more likely than the former. Bloody Stinger missiles. Such mere details are irrelevant until I have gained the knowledge of one thing, and one thing only!
[dramatic pause]
The location of one man, the one man amongst the billions of wretches filling this miserable earth. The light to my darkness, the flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood, the man who casts a shadow that stretches to the end of the world! The man who stands high and secure upon an indomitable pedestal, the missing parts of my genetic legacy, who stole the birthright that should be mine! I will not rest until I find him! I will tear apart the fabric of this universe if I must!
My brother! Solid Snake!
[Protip: the prize is a rant.]
Third Person Sample:
The first indication that Liquid had returned to Johto was the fact that he entered it yelling. The yelling had started when he woke up and shoutedBrother! right in the face of the woman who claimed to be his mother, and continued while he ranted at her about all the ways that this was physically impossible. Inaccurate genetics were mentioned and expounded upon until she managed to get him out the door.
The yelling continued after he had gotten his Pokegear out, figured out its workings (all over again; his memory of this place from twelve years ago had gone a little hazy), and demanded everyone over the network who would listen to him where Snake was. The fact that every answer he received was negative in that regard only served to fuel his ranting. The dick jokes didn’t help.
He had returned to this world that he remembered only as bits and pieces of a hallucination—a dream of freedom during a long period of captivity, no more real or consequential than any other dream or nightmare. Even now, he knew full well that this could be nothing more than the death throes of his dying brain while he lay at the feet of his broken war machine, surrounded by the ruin of his failed rebellion. His brother could be standing over him at this very moment, gun in hand and ready to deliver the killing blow. It would not be the ending that he had strived for—if he was going to take a bullet from his brother, he at least had wanted to be on his feet for it. To look into his brother’s eyes in that moment, to see the bloodlust and the hate in them. A final comfort to a man dying in the grip of his own failures.
Or… a second chance. One last shot at victory.
And one that he wasn’t going to let slip from his grasp.
