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butterflyforawhiteguy〈 PLAYER INFO 〉
NAME: Ry
AGE: 29
JOURNAL: n/a
IM / EMAIL: itsryface @ gmail, trillian, aim, Ry#4699 at Discord
PLURK: rathaway
RETURNING: yes
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: THE MONAAAAARCH!!
CHARACTER AGE: Mid-late 40s
SERIES: The Venture Bros.
CHRONOLOGY: Season 5, Episode 3, "SPHINX Rising"
CLASS: VILLAIIIIIN
HOUSING: ACROSS THE STREET FROM DR. VENTURE
BACKGROUND: Here's the wiki link, but don't expect it to help.
PERSONALITY: He dresses like a giant monarch butterfly, do I even need to say anything else?
Okay, okay, fine. The most important thing to keep in mind about The Monarch is that he's deeply convinced of his own awesomeness in all aspects of his life, but he also has a lot of deep-seated self-hatred and bitter insecurity. While those two facts may seem at odds with each other, that really is the gist of his personality: a loud, showboaty, theatrical supervillain whose competence levels tend to be the inverse of his arrogance who is sometimes unsure who he hates more: his arch-nemesis or himself.
He's not entirely incompetent, though. A lot of his plans go awry almost entirely because his hordes of loyal henchmen are little more than cannon fodder, but he did basically pull himself up by the bootstraps to become a fairly well-ranked villain, despite not having any the formal training that is typically required by the Guild of Calamitous Intent. He was a henchman with big ideas, and he turned those ideas into a serious career in supervillainy almost entirely on his own. That might sound a little batshit, and it is, but it speaks to his drive and determination.
No matter how determined he may be, though, his penchant for the theatrical frequently gets the better of him. Many of his villainous plans involve grandiose speeches that immediately precede really poor life choices. Like his deeply impressive and evil habit of dumping the contents of his henchmen's lunch room out of his flying cocoon and onto the lawn of his arch-enemy because he's frustrated that something didn't go his way. In fact, his most competent "attacks" on the Venture Compound end with things like him taking a shit in Rusty's toilet and not flushing, or breaking into his lab to fuck a guard robot with Rusty's face on it. Because nothing says evil like giving a robot chlamydia.
Another fun habit he has when things don't go his way is the screaming. His voice is already inherently shrill on a good day, and it escalates from bad to worse quickly when he's annoyed, which is almost constantly. And if you inconvenience him in any way, prepare to be shot with a tranquilizer dart from his handy wrist-mounted dart gun. It's easier to tranq your problems away than to deal with them, right? That's the Monarch's take on life, anyway. And literally no one is safe from the tranq darts and screaming, not even the love of his life and his (literal, officially sanctioned) partner in crime, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, née Dr. Girlfriend, whom he once tranqued and kidnapped for breaking up with him.
On the bright side, a lot of his screeching is at least genuinely funny. The Monarch has a cutting sarcastic wit, and tends to only get wittier the more theatrical he's being. Really, if it weren't for the fact that he is so filled with villainous hatred that it's basically an art form, he could have a great career in comedy. Unfortunately, nothing could ever distract him from his single-minded, passionate hatred of Rusty Venture. Not even legal mandates from the Guild, the violent and bloody deaths of hundreds upon hundreds of henchmen, or sex with his smokin' hot wife.
He does have hobbies other than tormenting Dr. Venture, though. He has a BA in creative writing, and enjoys butterfly-themed poetry, binge watching Game of Thrones, recording Christmas albums, and hosting parties for his supervillainous neighbors and coworkers. But even in his downtime, he's lowkey bitter and sarcastic to everyone around him, even Dr. His Wife. In fact, when he's not in full-blown supervillainy mode, the more obvious it is that he's a whiny trust-fund orphan with a chip on his shoulder who can hardly get through a sentence without complaining about something.
POWER:
MONARCH TOXICITY - While being raised by monarch butterflies as a child, he survived on a diet of milkweed, making him toxic to this day. What this means is anyone's guess, but in MoM it will mean cannibals will get very sick if they try to eat him. Also he can make tranq darts from his own bodily fluids.
MONARCH SUMMONING - He can summon and control a flock of between 2 and 500 monarch butterflies once a day. However, there's a 10% chance that it will summon a rain of 500 dead butterflies instead.
MONARCH WINGS - He can grow monarch wings that last 90 days (if they aren't ripped off first). To grow them, he has to cocoon for 12 hours. If he is disturbed from his cocoon, he has to wait 30 days to do it again, and has to remove his sad, wet, useless premature wings.
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
[ The video feed goes live to a view of a blank wall that would look very much like every living room wall in the Heropa government housing block, if not for the fact that it has recently been painted an eye-searing shade of fuchsia. There's the sound of a computer mouse being double-clicked, then an ominous, suspenseful song begins to play. The sound of maniacal laughter overwhelms the music, and the video feed jostles and then is panned up in an awkward selfie angle to reveal a middle-aged man with truly impressive eyebrows… dressed in a butterfly costume. ]
BOW DOWN FOR YOUR NEW LEADER, THE MMMMMIGHTY MMMMONARCH!
[ He laughs maniacally again, then stops to clear his throat. ]
Seriously, you had all better be bowing right now. For you are now under the control of the Monarch! This world's feeble, useless government has clearly teleported me here to rule you. Even if they did stick me with the world's stupidest cover gig. Seriously, who thought a fucking day job was necessary? I'm not even going to dignify that with my presence.
No! The Monarch is above such petty nonsense as a 9-to-5! The only job I will devote myself to is arching DOCTORRRRR VENTURRRRE.
[ He breaks into cackling again. ]
...But, ah. First I'm gonna need some henchmen. I mean, obviously. How the hell am I supposed to arch without henchmen? So I'm having an EVIL EMPLOYMENT FAIR in the, uh— [ He glances at a piece of paper. ] The gymnasium at Heropa Middle School. Seriously? What the fuck, they could've at least put me in the high school! Do these people even know who I am? I'm the fucking Monarch, not some… Eagle Scout master!
Whatever. You're all expected to come pledge your allegiance to your new lord and master and pick up your uniform. And if not enough suitable applicants show up, I'll… I'll… I'LL KIDNAP SOME!!
[ There's more evil laughter before the feed cuts out. ]
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE: TDM thread!
FINAL NOTES: I'm really, really sorry about my character type.
NAME: Ry
AGE: 29
JOURNAL: n/a
IM / EMAIL: itsryface @ gmail, trillian, aim, Ry#4699 at Discord
PLURK: rathaway
RETURNING: yes
〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: THE MONAAAAARCH!!
CHARACTER AGE: Mid-late 40s
SERIES: The Venture Bros.
CHRONOLOGY: Season 5, Episode 3, "SPHINX Rising"
CLASS: VILLAIIIIIN
HOUSING: ACROSS THE STREET FROM DR. VENTURE
BACKGROUND: Here's the wiki link, but don't expect it to help.
PERSONALITY: He dresses like a giant monarch butterfly, do I even need to say anything else?
Okay, okay, fine. The most important thing to keep in mind about The Monarch is that he's deeply convinced of his own awesomeness in all aspects of his life, but he also has a lot of deep-seated self-hatred and bitter insecurity. While those two facts may seem at odds with each other, that really is the gist of his personality: a loud, showboaty, theatrical supervillain whose competence levels tend to be the inverse of his arrogance who is sometimes unsure who he hates more: his arch-nemesis or himself.
He's not entirely incompetent, though. A lot of his plans go awry almost entirely because his hordes of loyal henchmen are little more than cannon fodder, but he did basically pull himself up by the bootstraps to become a fairly well-ranked villain, despite not having any the formal training that is typically required by the Guild of Calamitous Intent. He was a henchman with big ideas, and he turned those ideas into a serious career in supervillainy almost entirely on his own. That might sound a little batshit, and it is, but it speaks to his drive and determination.
No matter how determined he may be, though, his penchant for the theatrical frequently gets the better of him. Many of his villainous plans involve grandiose speeches that immediately precede really poor life choices. Like his deeply impressive and evil habit of dumping the contents of his henchmen's lunch room out of his flying cocoon and onto the lawn of his arch-enemy because he's frustrated that something didn't go his way. In fact, his most competent "attacks" on the Venture Compound end with things like him taking a shit in Rusty's toilet and not flushing, or breaking into his lab to fuck a guard robot with Rusty's face on it. Because nothing says evil like giving a robot chlamydia.
Another fun habit he has when things don't go his way is the screaming. His voice is already inherently shrill on a good day, and it escalates from bad to worse quickly when he's annoyed, which is almost constantly. And if you inconvenience him in any way, prepare to be shot with a tranquilizer dart from his handy wrist-mounted dart gun. It's easier to tranq your problems away than to deal with them, right? That's the Monarch's take on life, anyway. And literally no one is safe from the tranq darts and screaming, not even the love of his life and his (literal, officially sanctioned) partner in crime, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, née Dr. Girlfriend, whom he once tranqued and kidnapped for breaking up with him.
On the bright side, a lot of his screeching is at least genuinely funny. The Monarch has a cutting sarcastic wit, and tends to only get wittier the more theatrical he's being. Really, if it weren't for the fact that he is so filled with villainous hatred that it's basically an art form, he could have a great career in comedy. Unfortunately, nothing could ever distract him from his single-minded, passionate hatred of Rusty Venture. Not even legal mandates from the Guild, the violent and bloody deaths of hundreds upon hundreds of henchmen, or sex with his smokin' hot wife.
He does have hobbies other than tormenting Dr. Venture, though. He has a BA in creative writing, and enjoys butterfly-themed poetry, binge watching Game of Thrones, recording Christmas albums, and hosting parties for his supervillainous neighbors and coworkers. But even in his downtime, he's lowkey bitter and sarcastic to everyone around him, even Dr. His Wife. In fact, when he's not in full-blown supervillainy mode, the more obvious it is that he's a whiny trust-fund orphan with a chip on his shoulder who can hardly get through a sentence without complaining about something.
POWER:
MONARCH TOXICITY - While being raised by monarch butterflies as a child, he survived on a diet of milkweed, making him toxic to this day. What this means is anyone's guess, but in MoM it will mean cannibals will get very sick if they try to eat him. Also he can make tranq darts from his own bodily fluids.
MONARCH SUMMONING - He can summon and control a flock of between 2 and 500 monarch butterflies once a day. However, there's a 10% chance that it will summon a rain of 500 dead butterflies instead.
MONARCH WINGS - He can grow monarch wings that last 90 days (if they aren't ripped off first). To grow them, he has to cocoon for 12 hours. If he is disturbed from his cocoon, he has to wait 30 days to do it again, and has to remove his sad, wet, useless premature wings.
〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
[ The video feed goes live to a view of a blank wall that would look very much like every living room wall in the Heropa government housing block, if not for the fact that it has recently been painted an eye-searing shade of fuchsia. There's the sound of a computer mouse being double-clicked, then an ominous, suspenseful song begins to play. The sound of maniacal laughter overwhelms the music, and the video feed jostles and then is panned up in an awkward selfie angle to reveal a middle-aged man with truly impressive eyebrows… dressed in a butterfly costume. ]
BOW DOWN FOR YOUR NEW LEADER, THE MMMMMIGHTY MMMMONARCH!
[ He laughs maniacally again, then stops to clear his throat. ]
Seriously, you had all better be bowing right now. For you are now under the control of the Monarch! This world's feeble, useless government has clearly teleported me here to rule you. Even if they did stick me with the world's stupidest cover gig. Seriously, who thought a fucking day job was necessary? I'm not even going to dignify that with my presence.
No! The Monarch is above such petty nonsense as a 9-to-5! The only job I will devote myself to is arching DOCTORRRRR VENTURRRRE.
[ He breaks into cackling again. ]
...But, ah. First I'm gonna need some henchmen. I mean, obviously. How the hell am I supposed to arch without henchmen? So I'm having an EVIL EMPLOYMENT FAIR in the, uh— [ He glances at a piece of paper. ] The gymnasium at Heropa Middle School. Seriously? What the fuck, they could've at least put me in the high school! Do these people even know who I am? I'm the fucking Monarch, not some… Eagle Scout master!
Whatever. You're all expected to come pledge your allegiance to your new lord and master and pick up your uniform. And if not enough suitable applicants show up, I'll… I'll… I'LL KIDNAP SOME!!
[ There's more evil laughter before the feed cuts out. ]
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE: TDM thread!
FINAL NOTES: I'm really, really sorry about my character type.
