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Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Dᴇɴᴛ. ( H2G2 ) ([personal profile] bathrobe) wrote2013-02-19 06:21 am

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☞ Player Information;
Name: Charlie.
Player Journal: [personal profile] unresolved.
Age: 23.
Contact:
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☞ Character Information;
Character Name: Arthur Philip Dent.
Canon: Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
OU or AU?: OU.
Canon point:

Just after Ford and Arthur find their way onto Lord's Cricket Ground.

More information lifted from his wiki page:

Ford and Arthur escape prehistoric Earth via an eddy in the space-time continuum and a time-travelling Chesterfield sofa that deposits them in the middle of Lord's Cricket Ground at the climax of the final (in more ways than one, it turns out) match in the Ashes series, two days before the destruction of Earth by the Vogons.

Arthur has spoken to a particularly befuddled police officer, told him that the last five years have been a very long dream (which Arthur has Ford confirm after being pressed) and that the earth is absolutely fine. He takes a moment to circle around where he's walking before he looks down at his clothing (the same pyjama/dressing gown combo he's had since the start of the series), realises it wasn't all a dream at all and promptly passes out. This is where he'll be entering Rapture from.


Setting:
Here.


History:
Here.


Personality:
The best word to describe Arthur Philip Dent would be 'normal'. He's nothing special. In fact, he's so normal, that most people wouldn't look twice at him as he trundled down to his local Tesco's and went along with his daily routine of staring forlornly at the more expensive technical equipment and operating his (what he believes to be particularly fancy) digital watch. Everything about him screams average. His personality is much the same. It's quite important to imagine the most ordinary of men, for that is precisely what Arthur is. It really can't be stressed enough - Arthur is average. He's of average height, average build, average intelligence and average perspective. The only thing that sets him apart from the rest of humanity is that he survived the destruction of earth and humanity didn't. This fact has him quite devastated for a while, but he's quick to get over it once he realises that he's stuck on a Vogon spaceship, and that there's really no escape, so worrying about Earth shouldn't take such precedence anyway.

Another good word to describe Arthur would be 'querulous'. He is, at all times, surrounded by bizarre people, and if it isn't people, then it's bizarre situations. He considers most of them to be insane, or at the very least, wildly unhinged. He manages to get through all of this by complaining constantly. He complains about the ship, he complains about the lack of tea, he complains about Zaphod, he complains about being hungry, he complains about the earth being demolished, he complains about Marvin, he complains about his house, he complains about being trapped in prehistoric earth, he complains about Ford Prefect, he complains about life, the universe and everything, he complains about there not being enough scrabble in space, he complains about the improbability drive and he certainly complains about the answer being '42'.

Being British has certainly helped him through his troubles. The British generally bottle all of their problems up and hope that they'll magically disappear of their own accord. Arthur is no different. Although he talks about the earth being demolished and being quite upset by it, his 'friends' couldn't care less, so he's forced to shut that part of him up and instead immerse himself into the life they're living. Whilst a more adventurous soul might find living the life of a galactic hitchhiker frightfully exciting, Arthur simply finds it frightening. He'd much rather be back on earth with a book, a strong cup of tea and that friendly faced chap on BBC 1 telling him all about the weather. He's the sort of bloke that a girl would agree to going on a date with if only to stop him talking about that friendly faced chap on BBC 1 telling everyone all about the weather. She would, of course, stand Arthur up, but he'd be in high spirits throughout the night, at least until he realises that yes, he's been stood up and that no, he's never going to see her again.

Arthur's quite remarkable in that although he's average, he has the ability to roll with things. His world has been demolished to make way for a new bypass and Arthur (having been saved by Ford Prefect at the last instance) is decidedly displeased about that bit of information, but he accepts it all and takes it in his stride. He does this all throughout the stories; he can accept a situation, as long as he doesn't think about it too much. He sort of trips onto adventure, and whilst he really doesn't enjoy it at all, Arthur tends to concentrate on what he's given. Though he does have a limit - occasionally, if he's had a truly rotten day (for instance, Arthur recently decided that he would go mad. It turns out this was his best plan, as no more than ten minutes later, he's chasing a Chesterfield sofa through a field. Though it's not the best plan for sanity's sake, and he's realising this now), it isn't unheard of for Arthur to have a sort of breakdown. This usually leaves him ranting and raving for a moment or two, but then he pulls himself together and he carries on with whatever he was doing previously.

Arthur is a good man, if a little dull - he'll stand by his friends and is particularly loyal to Ford Prefect, despite finding the man impossibly annoying. He has the patience of a saint, and he's really very passive - if at all possible, he will avoid any type of conflict and suggest that everyone settle down with a cup of tea (but usually, it's not at all possible). It wouldn't be much of a stretch to say that Arthur is actually a cowardly man, but he can be brave whenever he feels the need. He certainly won't pick a fight, but if he's already in dire straits, then he'll do his best to get himself (and his friends) out of trouble.

Believe it or not, though, he's actually rather intelligent. He's certainly the most intelligent human to exist (which is by default, really, what with him being one of the last to survive, but that's really not the point). Of course, his type of cleverness is obscure at the best of times - for instance, he's more than capable of thinking outside of the box when the moment calls for it, though it usually takes quite a lot of prodding in order to get him to do it (well, that or he's facing certain peril - either one, really). Even despite the way his mind boggles at being unable to continue with his life of looking through reader's digest and being vaguely disappointed by various BBC dramas, he still manages to keep his head enough in order to complain about the whole thing tirelessly, among other things.

All in all, Arthur Dent is terribly lazy, utterly selfish and mostly harmless.


Abilities:
Arthur is human and as such he is completely devoid of any and all useful powers. In fact, when facing a deadly and oftentimes irreversibly Bad Times, he is the worst person you could ever hope to have on your team.

Unless he does something stupid that ends up saving everyone (which happens more often than you might expect), but it's then and only then that he actually proves to be of any worth.


How did your character arrive in Rapture?
He got teleported here, he hates every single aspect it tries to offer him and he's consistently confused as to why he's ended up here in the first place. For best results, you should ignore him until he goes away.


Network sample:
[ Arthur has managed to work out how to use his EZwave with shocking ease. Perhaps this is because he's from a time that's full of digital watches, electric calculators and glamour rock, or it might be that he's recently spent the majority of his time teaching cavemen how to effectively play scrabble, (he's had quite enough of simple minded folk trying to use 'oog' as a word. Anyone with a decent pair of eyes should be able to see that 'ugh' is much more appropriate, but no one seems to agree with him and it's really getting on his last nerve).

It's good, then, that he suddenly finds himself underneath the sea in a way that's entirely unforeseen but not overly surprising. Beginning your day with a bone in your beard and ending it with a leisurely sprint towards a Chesterfield sofa tends to put things into a rather harsh perspective.

It takes a moment or two before he starts talking, and for the first few seconds he sounds as though he's quite far away. He remedies that soon enough, though, by shouting. ]


Is that- yes, it is, hello? Is anyone there? I don't know where I am, but that's honestly the least of my worries. Have any of you noticed that we're underneath a large body of water? At one point in life I might have assumed that it was the sea, but I'm at a new and improved stage of intelligence that involves not wondering why, how or when something happened. It's working rather well, but I can't quite seem to rid myself of the initial onslaught of questions.

So, yes. My name is Arthur. I'd assume I'm talking to someone, only it wouldn't be the first time I've been utterly ignored so I think I'll cut it short.

[ He wanted to say bye, but that's a wish that will never come to fruition, apparently. At least not thistime. ]


Log sample:

test meme.