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[holisticallydetecting]

〈 PLAYER INFO 〉
NAME: Britt
AGE: 31
JOURNAL: daestwen
IM / EMAIL: daestwen at gmail.com
PLURK: sh_consulting
RETURNING: Yup, currently playing Poe Dameron

〈 CHARACTER INFO 〉
CHARACTER NAME: Dirk Gently (Formerly: Svlad)
CHARACTER AGE: early-mid thirties
CANON ORIGIN: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (BBC America)
CHRONOLOGY: End of season one, during the scene in the diner
CLASS: ~Hero~
HOUSING: randomly assigned, please!

BACKGROUND:

On the World and the Plot. 

Some information about Dirk Specifically:

Dirk Gently is an assumed name, and it is likely that his original name was actually Svlad. He is, apparently, English, though given his name it's possible that this is also an assumed identity, as well. As a child, he was picked up by the CIA as one of 30 individuals with 'extra sensory' abilities. This was called Project Blackwing, and Dirk specifically was called Project Icarus. 16 years before season one, so in his late teens, there was a breach, some of the individuals escaped, and Project Blackwing was cut down to a one-man team. Dirk was kept under surveillance, and because of the limited capacity of the project, was the only one of the original 30 able to be surveilled. (Possibly because he just didn't make it particularly difficult.)

Dirk is a 'leaf in the stream of creation' and just tends to accidentally run into terrible shit all the time. Fate sends him where he needs to go. Needing to use this for something good, Dirk became a Holistic Detective, using his powers to help solve crimes. A lot of crimes. Well, some. Well, a few. There was this one with a horse...

PERSONALITY:

Dirk Gently has no idea what's going on, generally. Well. He has some idea what's going on. He knew that this was going to happen. Or, well, something like this. 

At his core, Dirk is mostly just a very lonely man who feels disconnected from the rest of the world because he keeps being a witness to some really horrible shit, but has no support structure to help him. He is very amiable, if often inadvertently rude, because he says whatever comes to his head. So he will happily tell that you're amazing and brave but also that he's kind of tired of your bullshit, at the same time. He wants friends so very, very badly, and has finally - thanks to some crazy murders - found people that he likes and actually might like him back. From his current canon point, he has two friends in particular, Todd and Farah, and even the slightest acknowledgement that they like him makes him grin like a stupid idiot. 

He wants, more than anything, to help people. This drives everything he does. Even if those people don't actually like him, or yell at him, he still wants to help them. He basically wishes he was in a scooby-doo episode, with a rag tag bunch of friends solving mysteries and saving people. He is drawn to everything weird and has a curiosity streak a mile wide.

He will constantly get himself into dangerous situations, because of this. He does not understand the idea of consequences for his actions very well, though he does sometimes realise that whatever he's done now is likely to get himself killed, and then he freaks out a bit. He is scared of almost everything, because everything is terrifying, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to want to help people. If he doesn't, then everything is terrifying for no reason at all, which would be worse. But please don't blame him if he freaks out and screams and falls over a little bit when you're trying to kill him, he can't help it. 

He talks. Constantly. Including while people are screaming at him to shut up. He fidgets, never knows quite where to put his hands, and has no real sense of how he's supposed to display physical affection. An awkward shoulder pat? A shoulder poke?? Who knows. 

He is not very good at life, generally, because his brain is almost always focused somewhere else. He's a terrible cook, and he's a terrible driver. Do not let him drive a car, or cook for you, it will be bad.


POWER:

Sort-Of Psychic - Dirk has a moderate level of psychic ability. He can see the connections between things, as well as have a vague grasp of the future, and whatever people are writing on the back of a napkin and then hiding from him. (He would pass the Jedi "is it a ship or a cup" test.) However he can't actually tell the future of things he wants to see, and the things he can tell/ascertain/envision never help him. They can only be used to help other people, and solve mysteries.

Wrong Place, Right Time - Dirk may not have the ability to just flow in the stream of creation and be where he needs to be, in MoM - instead, he literally gets teleported into the worst situations all the time. This power must be SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED by players if they want Dirk to suddenly show up / witness crazy shit that happens and/or that they commit. He will just pop into existence in a hiding spot somewhere near where everything is going down - though he might show up after everything has happened. This also extends to someone needing help - if there's a character who badly needs help (and the player requests it), Dirk may suddenly be transported right to their side. If this happens, he happily assumes that the person in question needs him and/or is hiring him. He has, and never will have, absolutely any control over this what-so-ever.

Panic-Induced Invisibility - An ability completely new to him in MoM. When panicked / scared, Dirk will turn invisible. He will have no control over this. He probably won't stop talking, even when invisible, so it will likely be useless.


〈 CHARACTER SAMPLES 〉
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:

[Hi, Network. Have a very cheerful looking slightly ginger man in a bright yellow leather jacket beaming happily at you.]

Oh! Right. There we go. I think it's working now. Hello? Can you all hear me? [He taps the screen, but then just keeps beaming.]

Well, I'll find out soon I suppose. Isn't this exciting? It's almost like advertising. I thought about making up some business cards - you know, for self defence - but this seems much easier. And so much more personal! Now you can just talk to me, whenever you like. From your heads, even! 

Okay. Yes. Right. Where was I.

Hello!

My name is Dirk Gently, and I am a Detective. I mean, technically, I have a detective agency, but since they're still back home and I'm not, it's more of just a detective than an agency, so- yes. Just me! If you have any cases or unsolved mysteries or just some very weird happenstances-- well, happening-- please feel free to give me a call. Or a text! Or one of these video message things. They seem very handy. 

My rates are very reasonable.

Also. Is anyone looking for an octopus? Because I maaaaaay have found one.

[He smiles brightly, and the video winks out.]

LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:

Dirk Gently appeared out of nowhere. It didn't make a sound, exactly - a low 'pop' at most - and suddenly he found himself in a bush, one leg far above him and the other sort of folded against him. This new teleportation thing was incredibly inconvenient, actually, or - well - convenient in an inconvenient way. Convenient, because it meant he was on to something - meant that he was where he needed to be, at this exact moment - and inconvenient because it often ended up with him in a very uncomfortable position in a bush or under a car or in someone's shower. Not with them in it, though. Yet. Thankfully. 

He knew better, now, than to make much of a sound at all. It didn't come naturally to him, but if he made a sound it often ended up with people shooting at him, and that was scarier than the prospect of not being able to talk aloud to himself for a couple of minutes. He twisted around in the bush, rattling the branches in a way that was far from the quiet he had been intending, to get a look outside. Okay. He wasn't sure where he was, but he thought it was probably Heropa - thanks to the palm trees. Which meant that he was going to have to take the Porter home, after this, which was always fantastic. (The porter was just so interesting.) It was dark out, which made sense, as it had been dark where he had been, too - and there were a group of people across the street. Arguing. Which was probably why they thankfully hadn't noticed a gangly idiot twisting around inside a bush. 

He leaned his head out as far as he could without actually pushing his face through the leaves, turning his ear to try to make out voices. Alright, yes - they were definitely arguing about something. Was it - a giraffe? Wait, where they giraffe smugglers? Is this what this was? No, no, pay attention, Dirk, now they were talking about alligators, and then-

And then someone pulled a gun and the yelling got a lot louder. 

Dirk tried to scramble backwards, which only got him more thoroughly entangled with the bush, and made something poke into his back sharply enough that in his panic he yelped. 

The voices suddenly stopped. 

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, "Oh no, oh no--"

FINAL NOTES: I'm sorry for him.