〈 PLAYER INFO 〉NAME: Lizard
AGE: 26
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lizard_of_ausIM / EMAIL: profmalicious@gmail.com
PLURK: None
RETURNING: N/A
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉CHARACTER NAME: Mason ‘Dipper’ Pines, AKA The Overthinker
CHARACTER AGE: Just turned 13
SERIES: Gravity Falls
CHRONOLOGY: Following the end of the series
CLASS: Hero
HOUSING: Random, please and thank you
BACKGROUND:Born on August 31st, 1999, five minutes after his rambunctious twin sister Mabel, Dipper Pinnes spent the first twelve years of his life in Piedmont, California. He had a peculiar birthmark on his forehead, a series of spots and lines perfectly resembling the Big Dipper, and so earned his nickname before the age of five through the consistent teasing of other kids. He took to covering it up with his hair and a hat, though kids always found other reasons to poke fun, but whatever came their way, he and Mabel always had each other to lean on.
One day in June, Dipper and Mabel were sent up to Gravity Falls, a small town in Oregon, to live with their great uncle Stan Pines, a cantankerous money grubber who ran a local tourist trap. Mabel took to the place like a duck to water, but Dipper found it a little harder getting used to his new surroundings. But that was before the fateful day that he stumbled across a mysterious journal, filled from cover to cover with notes and diagrams of mythical beasts, scientific marvels, and the strangest things you could imagine. That was when Dipper started to uncover the secrets of Gravity Falls, the paranormal hotspot of America.
Together, Dipper, Mabel and their newfound family and friends would go on many spectacular misadventures. Dipper trained with MANotaurs, cloned himself with a radioactive photocopier, fought an arcade character come to life, summoned zombies, avenged a lumberjack ghost and so much more. There was even one time Dipper and his friends got sucked into a cursed comic book, and got superpowers for all of two panels! But if you thought any of that was a challenge, try dealing with having a crush on the older girl running the cash register.
It wasn’t all fun and games, though. Dipper would face some earth shattering revelations that tested his family’s bonds to its very limits. First, he discovered his Grunkle Stan wasn’t exactly who he’d said he was, right about the time he met the author of the strange journal, a real mindblower in and of itself. Then came an offer of apprenticeship from the author, a tantalising choice that threatened to tear Dipper and Mabel apart for good. Plus, it might’ve, y’know, set off a chain of events that caused a whole localised Weirdmageddon with the whole town getting ripped apart by an invasion of chaotic evil demons. Just by the by.
But thanks to a good helping of moxie, a pinch of trickery, and a couple heart-to-hearts along the way, Dipper and his family and friends saw the tables turned and cancelled the Oddpocalypse. Dipper and Mabel lived to see their thirteenth birthday, with a whole grateful township turning out to wish them happy returns. Now the summer is over, Dipper and Mabel have said some tearful goodbyes, and got onto the bus back to Piedmont. When last seen, they’d been driven out of town, and had just fallen asleep, ready to wake up back home sweet home.
Oh, if only it could’ve been that simple…
PERSONALITY:Dipper is a smart lad for his age, knowing the tropes and cliches of fantasy and sci-fi inside and out, capable of applying complex math to the simplest task, and always looking for the rational and scientific angle to any situation. Having said that, he’s still
his age, with all the adorkable social awkwardness you might expect from an introverted tweenage geek. He’d much rather not be treated like a kid all the time, but it’s not easy when you sneeze like a kitten and your tongue gets all tangled when talking to a pretty girl. Still, his short time in Gravity Falls has done a lot to get him past his awkward foibles, even if he isn’t out of the woods by a long shot.
He’s not all awkwardness and seriousness, of course. Dipper is never more at home than adventuring into the weird and wonderful, deciphering mysteries and investigating the unknown. His attention to detail is second to none, and proves useful when there’s a puzzle to solve, and a resourceful streak often helps him find another angle to outfox his foes. His courage can fail him at times, and Dipper can make some rash choices when he isn’t sure who to trust, but when push comes to shove, he can be counted on to lead the charge against the enemy.
Being a kid, Dipper does have his moments of playfulness and levity. After all, when you grow up with a sister as wacky as Mabel Pines, you’ve got to be able to have a good sense of humour on you. Unfortunately, this same lack of maturity can lead to the occasional bout of selfishness, and he’s been known to use whatever risky element is at his disposal, throwing out the rulebook entirely, to accomplish his goals no matter the cost. Ultimately, however, Dipper tends to make the right call, and always extends a sympathetic hand to a soul in need.
POWER:In a word: Telekinervousness. In situations of extreme stress (so, for him, about every hour on the hour) Dipper can focus his latent anxiety and desire for rationality into expanding his mind- and brain -threefold. His brain increases in size, only up to a certain threshold before hurting himself, potentially allowing him to retain more information for as long as it remains enlarged. This expansion unlocks the ability to lift nearby objects with his mind, including himself, often making everything not nailed down hover unless he focuses. If he channels his mental energies correctly, he could potentially accomplish complex tasks, like disassembling a suit of armour piece by piece. However, all this can be taxing on the young boy, and every session needs at least a little time to rest afterwards, maybe even a wet towel for his forehead until his brain shrinks back.
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE: [The image starts out of focus. There’s the muffled sound of a whole lot of fumbling going on. Blurry dark sausages that might be fingers flicker over the lens. After a moment, the picture starts coming into focus- there’s a ceiling light, a distant doorframe…aand then the camera topples over backwards and a whispered voice goes “Ah, jeeze-“ before the footage cuts out.][Take two. More blurriness, and a couple of fingers, before the image settles in of an extreme closeup. A nose and an eye, uncomfortably close, are all that can be seen before the subject takes a few steps back. It’s a young boy in a lumberjack hat, who straightens up and produces a handful of prompt cards, before clearing his throat and preparing to read.]Good afternoon. My name is Dipper Pines, a.k.a. the Overthinker. I am a newly arrived imPort capable of psychokinetic abilities. I hope that my abilities will be a great help t…
great help? No, sounds too-[Take three. Back in the same spot, still robotically reading off the cue cards.]I am certain that my abilities will be a great boon t-
[Take four]-great assistance in
gaaah-[Take five. A couple of crumpled cue cards are lying on the floor by his feet.]-will help the common good, and defend the citizens of this great nation.
[He flips to the next cue card.]As of right now, I am settling in well to the excellent housing and education system that this world has to offer. I am grateful to the United States Government for being so accommodating, and do not hold them accountable for taking me away from friends/family/the only world I’ve ever known without so much as a by-your-leave. With that said, my time settling in could always be eased with outside intervention, and my new abilities are still a mystery, so if any fellow imPort has experience superhuman abilities such as mine, I would appreciate the assistance of a mentor figure
[Next cue card, go.]Do not mistake this for a desire for any parental figure, i.e. mother/father/great uncle. Not only am I thirteen years old, therefore practically an adult, but in the past three months before entry into this world, I have displayed the ability to fend for myself against powerful supernatural menaces, including but not limited to: gnomes, living waxworks, gremloblins, memory erasing cultists, alien machinery and an all-powerful body-stealing dream demon. In addition to this, I am now endowed with superhuman powers, making me an even more formidable threat, as can be seen in this demonstration clip.
[Cut to Dipper in the middle of a kitchenette. His head is now about three times its original size, veins pulsing on his forehead, lumberjack hat perched precariously on top. His hands are outstretched like a master magician, and after a moment, there floats to him a can of beans. The can bobs through the air like a spherical tin ghost, halting mere inches away from his hands. With spooky flair, he moves his hands about, causing the can to shed its label and spin about, left and right, top over bottom. The can pauses in mid spin. The sides slowly dent. The can starts to shake, faster and faster, then suddenly, the bottom bursts open, and the beans go directly into Dipper’s eyes. Cut back to the reading.]I look forward to meeting and working with fellow superheroes in the future. With our forces combined, the power of evil will not…no, no that would-
[Take Six]The power of good-
[Take Seven]The neverending bat-
[Take Eight, cards are all over the floor. Dipper’s over in the corner, banging his head against the doorframe. Take Nine:]Bad guy butts be kicked. Thank you all for your time, and may we speak again in future.
[Dipper lets his cards drop and lets out a sigh. He heads over to the camera, but halfway over, he suddenly stops.]
Wait, no, um…there’s one other thing… If anyone out there meets someone- a thirteen year old girl, looks like me but a millimetre taller, long hair, braces, the goofiest taste in sweaters… If anyone sees her about…please, tell her where I am…let her know that I’m okay… That’s all, thank you.
[With a sad smile, Dipper reaches to the camera, and the feed goes dead.]LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:It’s been a little while since Dipper settled in to his new home, such as it is. He’s had some time to take a look around, get the lay of the land, figure out what’s what. Now that he has his facts and his figures, he ‘figures’ (Eh? Ehhh?) that it’s about time he joined it all together. Right now, Dipper’s room is littered with pages upon pages. Notes, diagrams and half-written essays about the world he finds himself in, and the fellow imPorts surrounding him. Here’s a few pages on the history of this world’s Cold War. There’s a page with bullet points of all the alien species apparently sharing this one earth- not including the pan dimensional religious beings, that’s the page over by the pillow.
So much to learn about this place, so little time. But there’s one big mystery pervading every bit of this scenery, and that’s the Porter itself. How does it work, exactly? Where does it take its imPorts from? How does it imbue them with powers, if it does that at all? More importantly, what’s the radius of its selection? What species can it salvage, when dimensions can it source from, and what does that indicate about the shape and size of the multiverse? But most important of all…can you trick it somehow into taking you home?
But none the more for that. Right now, we find the Dipper sat cross legged by his bed, tapping a pen against his chin, and looking over a printout map of the city. Said map is now covered in doodles, coloured lines and arrows, as he tries to figure out the best way to get about the city, scout out for any bad guys, and get to everywhere he needs to go in good time, without getting caught. He got brought into this world to be a hero, so hey, may as well be a darned good one, right?
“So if I take the route here…go by
this avenue, that’ll take me right by the bank, let me check up on it in case of robberies… Wait, no, that’ll mean it’d take me eighteen minutes to get to school. Gotta get it down to round figures. Ten minutes there, ten minutes back, minus the time it takes to get some fast food. Hey, is that a gaming workshop? Been meaning to get a new dice bag…”
