Post by buttersheep on Jan 7, 2016 9:43:33 GMT
Ingrid "Mar" Argonaut
I think there's a flaw in my code
Female 16 years old | Octoling Civilian |
positive traits
• Benevolent
• Considerate
• Diplomatic
• Healthily curious
• Tolerant
negative traits
• Pushover
• Shy and reluctant
• Slight naivety
• Pacifistic to a fault
• Consistent liar
Do not let the Pain make you hate.
what they like
✔ Making others happy
✔ Inkling culture
✔ Flowers
✔ Free time
✔ Junk food (True Inkling Cuisine)
what they dislike
✘ Being yelled at
✘ Forced socializing
✘ Feeling useless
✘ Mean people
✘ Violence of any sort, really
DO NOT LET THE BITTERNESS STEAL YOUR SWEETNESS.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
Ingrid "Mar" Argonaut doesn't seem like much, standing at 5'7'' and bearing a very petite figure with fair skin. Disguised as an Inkling, her four tentacles extend to imitate the correct shape and change to a deep magenta hue with faint stripes. As well as that, the skin around her eyes changes to match that of an Inkling's mask. One would most likely see her donning her favourite one-star gear: the Blowfish Bell Hat, the White Baseball LS, and Acerola Rain Boots. In turf wars, she will use the Octoshot 'Replica'.But don't let her sweet physique fool you; Mar made it through elite training for a reason...
The Mimic Octoling
Mimic Octolings are a valued subspecies in Octarian culture. The ability to imitate nearly any other sea creature is extremely helpful in terms of surviving against predators, and in particular, fooling their natural enemies, the Inklings. These special Octolings are typically used for infiltration purposes, blending into the Inkling crowd, gathering information; and specifically, learning their most vital weakpoints.Ingrid was one such Octoling, and was trained from a young age to follow this path. With very little choice, the meek Octoling followed along with a terribly strenuous regime in preparation for her upcoming mission in life. This involved typical cardio and combat training for regular soldiers, but on top of this, Ingrid had to push her Mimic abilities and build a decent immunity to some forms of ink that she may encounter in the city.
Ingrid had entered Inkopolis as a new Inkling named 'Mar', fully expecting an environment similar to the one she'd grown up in; full of training, fighting, individuals looking to kill or be killed... but instead was greeted with fairly decent people, who seemed to love nothing more than to kick back, relax, and enjoy a good turf war or ten.
Well... Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.