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gummy_frogsPlayer's Name: Liz/EC
Characters Played Here: Mike Wheeler, The Shade, Allison Argent
Character: Alec Hardison
Series/Canon: LEVERAGE
From When? Early in episode 5.1, The (Very) Big Bird Job
Previous Game(s): N/A
World Description: (Original Characters Only) N/A
History: Hardison Wiki Page; Hardison under 'main cast' on Wikipedia
Does your character have any close ties to existing canon characters? (Canon OCs and AUs only.) N/A
Why do you think your character would work in this setting? Hardison will be fluxing in, and after a brief period of confusion and concern for his girlfriend (and his team, of course), he will settle in gleefully. Hardison is, in semi-stereotypical trope fashion, a computer geek, emphasis on 'geek.' Space, interdimensional travel, the existence of magic and superpowers as well as regular contact with alien life? He will be thrilled and dazzled, and make it his ongoing goal to find a way to hack the network. [NOTE: this will never be successful unless allowed, and he will be easily deterred with everything else going on. The purpose of this will be strictly for comic relief, and possible aid in future plots that could require such a thing.]
How do you plan to expand their CR? Organically. Canonically, Hardison is charismatic, sympathetic, and a great talker. His highly developed social skills, despite his predisposition for interests and characteristics of an otherwise introverted social strata, as a result of being raised a Jehovah's Witness. Going door to door taught him how to talk to people, and made him outgoing as a result. This, along with his natural curiosity, will more or less very easy to expand CR, in that Hardison will spend a good deal of time tagging random public conversations to mine for information and just plain say hi.
What will your character do for work? He will likely go on to co-run the candy store with Parker, as discussed with Parker's mun, and offer his computer expertise wherever it may be needed.
Inventory: He will be arriving with the clothes on his back and little else.
Samples:
Third-Person Sample:
The thing was, Hardison didn't even think it was possible. He hadn't even really thought about it, not seriously, until recently. Well, mostly recently—did five minutes after they boosted the David count as recently?...
Anyway, it took a while. Hot little psycho turned into cute and damaged in a familiar way buddy turned into...Parker. It took time to jump through all them hoops, to get to where he didn't just twig at the sound of her name but got butterflies and that little warm bubble in his chest and that smile that lit up his insides but didn't always touch his mouth. She'd told him once, that his eyes smiled for her, and it damn near did him in.
He got there, though. Probably a couple months before he found himself sitting there at the bar where Parker was crushing beer bottles and tripping over herself in an effort to chip away at that strange little cocoon that so much of her true self lived in for so long. He got there, and it left his mind and heart wide open when he put himself up against the world's greatest thief with no fear or concern for what she might decide to take for herself.
“Yeah. Okay. So, the thing is, I think that maybe I might be having feelings. Like weird, weird feelings... f-for... prezels.”
Here, in this place he'd found himself, he saw the world through a brand new filter, one that let him look at a bowl of pretzels in a whole new light.
“Pretzels.”
The closest she could come to admitting that maybe she'd been got, same way he had. Any other man, any other night, the message might not make it but he saw her, saw that flaky little cocoon give way...saw that a security monitor or two had gone dark, that a laser grid was malfunctioning.
“Okay.”
It was okay. It was all okay, because a quick check of his own valuables was all it took to realize that she got everything. She'd wiped him out when he wasn't paying attention—and that was okay. He needed the room inside himself for whatever was beyond her own security measures, for that treasure slowly chipping its way out of that cocoon.
So he nodded, a strange sort of calm settling over him as he slid the basket a little closer and gestured.
“Well, they're right here, when you want them.”
He didn't think it was possible, not really. Now he knew it wasn't just possible, it was happening--had happened for him, faster than he thought.
This was one time he could run his game without overplaying his hand. When it mattered, when it was Parker, he could be patient. He could be subtle.
He could be the perfect basket of pretzels and sit on that damn bartop for as long as it took, because he knew, eventually, the world's greatest thief wouldn't be able to resist stealing herself a handful.
First-Person Sample: Hardison on the TDM.
Characters Played Here: Mike Wheeler, The Shade, Allison Argent
Character: Alec Hardison
Series/Canon: LEVERAGE
From When? Early in episode 5.1, The (Very) Big Bird Job
Previous Game(s): N/A
World Description: (Original Characters Only) N/A
History: Hardison Wiki Page; Hardison under 'main cast' on Wikipedia
Does your character have any close ties to existing canon characters? (Canon OCs and AUs only.) N/A
Why do you think your character would work in this setting? Hardison will be fluxing in, and after a brief period of confusion and concern for his girlfriend (and his team, of course), he will settle in gleefully. Hardison is, in semi-stereotypical trope fashion, a computer geek, emphasis on 'geek.' Space, interdimensional travel, the existence of magic and superpowers as well as regular contact with alien life? He will be thrilled and dazzled, and make it his ongoing goal to find a way to hack the network. [NOTE: this will never be successful unless allowed, and he will be easily deterred with everything else going on. The purpose of this will be strictly for comic relief, and possible aid in future plots that could require such a thing.]
How do you plan to expand their CR? Organically. Canonically, Hardison is charismatic, sympathetic, and a great talker. His highly developed social skills, despite his predisposition for interests and characteristics of an otherwise introverted social strata, as a result of being raised a Jehovah's Witness. Going door to door taught him how to talk to people, and made him outgoing as a result. This, along with his natural curiosity, will more or less very easy to expand CR, in that Hardison will spend a good deal of time tagging random public conversations to mine for information and just plain say hi.
What will your character do for work? He will likely go on to co-run the candy store with Parker, as discussed with Parker's mun, and offer his computer expertise wherever it may be needed.
Inventory: He will be arriving with the clothes on his back and little else.
Samples:
Third-Person Sample:
The thing was, Hardison didn't even think it was possible. He hadn't even really thought about it, not seriously, until recently. Well, mostly recently—did five minutes after they boosted the David count as recently?...
Anyway, it took a while. Hot little psycho turned into cute and damaged in a familiar way buddy turned into...Parker. It took time to jump through all them hoops, to get to where he didn't just twig at the sound of her name but got butterflies and that little warm bubble in his chest and that smile that lit up his insides but didn't always touch his mouth. She'd told him once, that his eyes smiled for her, and it damn near did him in.
He got there, though. Probably a couple months before he found himself sitting there at the bar where Parker was crushing beer bottles and tripping over herself in an effort to chip away at that strange little cocoon that so much of her true self lived in for so long. He got there, and it left his mind and heart wide open when he put himself up against the world's greatest thief with no fear or concern for what she might decide to take for herself.
“Yeah. Okay. So, the thing is, I think that maybe I might be having feelings. Like weird, weird feelings... f-for... prezels.”
Here, in this place he'd found himself, he saw the world through a brand new filter, one that let him look at a bowl of pretzels in a whole new light.
“Pretzels.”
The closest she could come to admitting that maybe she'd been got, same way he had. Any other man, any other night, the message might not make it but he saw her, saw that flaky little cocoon give way...saw that a security monitor or two had gone dark, that a laser grid was malfunctioning.
“Okay.”
It was okay. It was all okay, because a quick check of his own valuables was all it took to realize that she got everything. She'd wiped him out when he wasn't paying attention—and that was okay. He needed the room inside himself for whatever was beyond her own security measures, for that treasure slowly chipping its way out of that cocoon.
So he nodded, a strange sort of calm settling over him as he slid the basket a little closer and gestured.
“Well, they're right here, when you want them.”
He didn't think it was possible, not really. Now he knew it wasn't just possible, it was happening--had happened for him, faster than he thought.
This was one time he could run his game without overplaying his hand. When it mattered, when it was Parker, he could be patient. He could be subtle.
He could be the perfect basket of pretzels and sit on that damn bartop for as long as it took, because he knew, eventually, the world's greatest thief wouldn't be able to resist stealing herself a handful.
First-Person Sample: Hardison on the TDM.
