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velocivector) wrote2009-12-11 05:56 pm
velocivector) wrote2009-12-11 05:56 pm
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Character: Accelerator
Series: Toaru Majutsu no Index
Character Age: roughly 15
Canon: [CONTAINS MILD SPOILERS]
In a world where magic and science collide, numerous students flock to Academy City for the Power Curriculum Program. Here under high security and heavy surveillance, they aim to advance their psychic/supernatural powers in a scientific environment. One such student is so power-hungry that already being the city's most powerful psychic just can't satisfy him. So he willingly undergoes an experiment in realistic level grinding, one that requires him to throw away his moral compass in order to defeat 20,000 skilled psychic clones. The experiment is inhuman, but if it means becoming invincible, what's a little mass murder on his hands?
The psychic in question is Accelerator, a relatively unhinged and ridiculously overpowered telekinetic. As his codename implies, he can manipulate the vector values of anything he touches: heat, motion, electricity, force, you name it. Blocking sound, deflecting bullets and nullifying the effects of gravity are all a piece of cake. He's a big fat rule breaker who defeats everyone in one-hit KOs, which reinforces his arrogance and sense of superiority. That is, until halfway through the experiment, when an unexpected loss causes the experiment to be suspended and Accelerator to reexamine himself and his goals. On the surface he comes off as a casual, sadistic asshole who gets a thrill over dehumanizing and mocking his opponents, hunting them down and explaining how he's using his powers to kill them as he does so. Deep down he's . . . still an asshole, but not entirely without morals. He justified killing the clones since they were mass manufactured with the press of a button, yet later on he willingly risks his life for the remaining clones when a virus threatens their existence.
Accelerator is taken from episode 20, right before successfully locating Last Order.
Sample Post:
. . . I definitely know I'm not in Academy City anymore.
Hey, hey, what is this, guys? I got somewhere to go, the quicker the better. This stupid 'experiment' you keep moaning about is a waste of my time. Sure, the scientists back at Academy City suspended their big project with me. But tell me . . . what could you possibly do for me that they couldn't? They had state of the art equipment. Tons of funding. Thousands of powerful clones for me to destroy in an endless number of scheduled scenarios. All I see here are eleven zombies. This is ridiculous. It's not even funny. You're not even the threatening type, like in games or movies. Those could have been interesting to fight. Though, of course, in the end I—the great Accelerator—would still come out on top. Never could they pose a challenge to my skills.
Compared to them, you're a joke. Why should I bother? It's a miracle you can stand. I'm amazed you were able to state that passcode without your jaw falling off. You got it wrong, by the way. Passcodes are typically strings of number-letter codes. Your Director would have to be out of her mind to come up with "Marcy will love you long time" of all things. Goodbye, credibility. Well, whatever. Without my own password to offer, there will be no confirming my participation in this experiment. Now out of my way.
What's this now? Shoo. Shamble off. Quit moaning in relay about the time and whether I'm prepared! Pisses me off. What clock are you running on, anyway? It's too late to be four-twenty. Out of my way or get off the pot. Tch. That does it. I'm blocking the sound waves coming from you. That way I don't have to listen to your endless babble anymore. Let's block your smell too. Ya downright stink.
. . . Ha ha ha ha! Now this is unexpected. But combining into one giant blob won't make a difference. This only makes it easier for me. One large target instead of eleven pesky small ones. All I have to do is grab your limbs, change the vectors of force around my hands, and rip and shatter you apart right where you stand. Knowing who Accelerator is, you'd better run, King Zombie Slime. Run away, run away! After all, you get to live while you are fleeing. But if you get caught, it's game over!
Voted 72.7% In here with 40 Ins and 15 Outs.
Series: Toaru Majutsu no Index
Character Age: roughly 15
Canon: [CONTAINS MILD SPOILERS]
In a world where magic and science collide, numerous students flock to Academy City for the Power Curriculum Program. Here under high security and heavy surveillance, they aim to advance their psychic/supernatural powers in a scientific environment. One such student is so power-hungry that already being the city's most powerful psychic just can't satisfy him. So he willingly undergoes an experiment in realistic level grinding, one that requires him to throw away his moral compass in order to defeat 20,000 skilled psychic clones. The experiment is inhuman, but if it means becoming invincible, what's a little mass murder on his hands?
The psychic in question is Accelerator, a relatively unhinged and ridiculously overpowered telekinetic. As his codename implies, he can manipulate the vector values of anything he touches: heat, motion, electricity, force, you name it. Blocking sound, deflecting bullets and nullifying the effects of gravity are all a piece of cake. He's a big fat rule breaker who defeats everyone in one-hit KOs, which reinforces his arrogance and sense of superiority. That is, until halfway through the experiment, when an unexpected loss causes the experiment to be suspended and Accelerator to reexamine himself and his goals. On the surface he comes off as a casual, sadistic asshole who gets a thrill over dehumanizing and mocking his opponents, hunting them down and explaining how he's using his powers to kill them as he does so. Deep down he's . . . still an asshole, but not entirely without morals. He justified killing the clones since they were mass manufactured with the press of a button, yet later on he willingly risks his life for the remaining clones when a virus threatens their existence.
Accelerator is taken from episode 20, right before successfully locating Last Order.
Sample Post:
. . . I definitely know I'm not in Academy City anymore.
Hey, hey, what is this, guys? I got somewhere to go, the quicker the better. This stupid 'experiment' you keep moaning about is a waste of my time. Sure, the scientists back at Academy City suspended their big project with me. But tell me . . . what could you possibly do for me that they couldn't? They had state of the art equipment. Tons of funding. Thousands of powerful clones for me to destroy in an endless number of scheduled scenarios. All I see here are eleven zombies. This is ridiculous. It's not even funny. You're not even the threatening type, like in games or movies. Those could have been interesting to fight. Though, of course, in the end I—the great Accelerator—would still come out on top. Never could they pose a challenge to my skills.
Compared to them, you're a joke. Why should I bother? It's a miracle you can stand. I'm amazed you were able to state that passcode without your jaw falling off. You got it wrong, by the way. Passcodes are typically strings of number-letter codes. Your Director would have to be out of her mind to come up with "Marcy will love you long time" of all things. Goodbye, credibility. Well, whatever. Without my own password to offer, there will be no confirming my participation in this experiment. Now out of my way.
What's this now? Shoo. Shamble off. Quit moaning in relay about the time and whether I'm prepared! Pisses me off. What clock are you running on, anyway? It's too late to be four-twenty. Out of my way or get off the pot. Tch. That does it. I'm blocking the sound waves coming from you. That way I don't have to listen to your endless babble anymore. Let's block your smell too. Ya downright stink.
. . . Ha ha ha ha! Now this is unexpected. But combining into one giant blob won't make a difference. This only makes it easier for me. One large target instead of eleven pesky small ones. All I have to do is grab your limbs, change the vectors of force around my hands, and rip and shatter you apart right where you stand. Knowing who Accelerator is, you'd better run, King Zombie Slime. Run away, run away! After all, you get to live while you are fleeing. But if you get caught, it's game over!
Voted 72.7% In here with 40 Ins and 15 Outs.