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Character Name: Duncan (no last name given) Series: Total Drama (specifically: Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action, Total Drama World Tour) Timeline: Sometime after the end of World Tour. And yes, he survived. Canon Resource Links:Duncan's page at the Total Drama wiki. Keep in mind, this tends to be edited with about as much opinion as fact, so it shouldn't be considered law. Especially when it comes to Duncan's toughness: As his canon's resident "tough guy" and, well, bullies, he's a regular victim of the Rule of Funny. So the guy who wrestled with a gator over a suitcase full of money and survived a fight with a kangaroo managed to get sucker-punched and KO'd by the weaker contestants whenever a laugh was needed. I tend to ignore the ones that have no explanation, and write off the others as more "finishing blows" than him being a total wuss (for example: Cody KO's him after he'd already been attacked by a bear in the same episode, and Harold KO'd him after Duncan spent all episode teaching him how to throw a punch AND climbing a mountain).
Personality: Sporting a green mohawk, a spiked collar around his neck, and a fairly obvious dislike for everything around him, Duncan's your average rebellious teenager. Except he also has the misfortune of having been on Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action, and being kidnapped and forced to return to Total Drama World Tour despite having quit the show in the first episode. As a result, his already existing anger problem has been worsened due to the many arbitrary challenges he's been forced to perform, not to mention the repeated incidents of painful injury and/or animal maulings that each season typically involved. Even the fact he won the million dollar prize for the second season didn't do much to temper his hostility toward the show and its sadistic host Chris McLean, so really, his memories of the experience are typically unpleasant. His temper tends to be triggered more by the people he's with than the situation at hand, as he's shown to be remarkably easygoing when things start going wrong, and only tends to lose it when it's someone rather than something that's getting on his nerves.
An unapologetic juvenile delinquent, Duncan embraces the 'bad boy' image that his behavior typically crafts for him, to the point that he hides or refuses to admit to anything that suggests he has a nice side buried underneath all the mockery, pranks, and misdemeanors. Anyone he dislikes can expect to be bullied or pranked both mercilessly and regularly, while those he treats with indifference can usually expect only occasional juvenile antics from him. Those fortunate enough to be considered his friends benefit from only good-natured teasing, as well as an unshakeable loyalty and concern for their continued happiness (though he will do his best to hide the latter as best as possible, often by trying to trivialize his actions). That isn't to say he's without any other blemishes to his personality however, as he's also shown to be somewhat of a chauvinist from time to time, and very, very rarely expresses any remorse for his bad behavior unless it winds up hurting him in some way. He often uses threats of violence to get his way and control people around him, and the threats typically aren't empty ones (he once settled a petty feud by throwing an angry dingo at the person, knocking them off a cliff in the process). He's also more than willing to let others get hurt if he thinks it'll be entertaining, even once allowing one of his teammates to scale over an electrified fence while he simply walked through the open gate.
Duncan's a rocker through and through, and embraces the stereotypical punk lifestyle of loud music and juvenile delinquency. His favorite hobby is vandalism, with a special preference for carving into things with the small knife he carries with him. Of course, he's open to other activities, such as playing with fire and stealing cars. Previous exploits also include a "Happy Nude Year" celebration and a pool party in the city hall fountain. He's also a huge fan of both the horror and alien movie genres, including the less specific "slasher flick" genre. The cheesier and more obscure the movie, the more he likes it, and has absolutely no problem rewatching a movie he enjoys several times (e.g.: he's seen "Alien Chunks" a total of 53 times). That fondness combined with Duncan's natural ingenuity led to him teaching himself how to make fake blood, something that has obvious prank applications.
All told, while he's far from the most likable guy on the planet, he's not exactly pure evil either. While he may be immature, short tempered, and generally a jerk, he does have a soft spot, and if he likes you there's no better person to have at your back. Underneath the blend of rebellious teenage angst and apathy, he actually is a pretty nice, caring guy. It's just buried...deep. Bedrock deep.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Resourceful
+Can jerry-rig several useful objects from scrap, provided he has the parts necessary
+Tough. Both in terms of strength and resilience to harm (note: not to superhuman levels, dude can just take a beating and keep on kicking)
+Can be a thoughtful, caring person when he feels like it. He especially doesn't like seeing people feeling any sort of emotional hurt he's felt, and will [secretly!] do whatever he can to make things right for them.
+Used to living on the streets and, thanks to the show, in lousy conditions. Even spent the night sleeping on the ground in a torrential downpour once.
+Good with fire and things that go boom. Sure, it might not get used often, but uh...let's just say wronging him is a high-risk endeavor. And yeah, he can improvise explosives out of just about anything that can go boom in the first place (in-canon, he demolished a set with nothing but paint bombs, and come season IV, has used real explosives on his own).
+/- Stubborn as a bull when he wants to be. Depending on the circumstances, this can be either good or bad.
-Criminal tendencies. It's nearly impossible for him to go very long without causing trouble of some kind.
-Typically highly unlikeable, due to being a bit of a bully and a jerk
-Easily angered, often to violence
-Extremely prideful (he wants to keep up his "tough guy" front at all costs)
-Bit of a chauvinist
-Perfectly willing to break rules or disobey instructions he doesn't agree with
-Regularly talks himself into trouble
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer, even if he may not wind up being the most dedicated one.
Starter: A male Poochyena he'll wind up naming Bitey.
Password: Raspberry Lemonade
Samples First Person Sample:
[The video screen flicks on, showing a somewhat battle-worn Duncan, in clothes that have more than their fair share of claw marks and holes ripped out of them. In one hand, he's holding up a very annoyed Poochyena for display by the scruff of its neck, and from the sound of things there's still some bad blood between the two. That, or the growling just means the little pokemon has one very loud, very empty stomach...]
Anybody know what this stupid thing eats? Other than me? I figure it's gotta be meat of some kind the way he's starin' at my lunch, and I know the little runt's teeth are sharp enough. But we don't exactly have Poochy...whatevers where I'm from, so help a guy out.
[And so ends the pleasantries, as the Poochyena tries to swing himself over to take another bite at Duncan's face. Fortunately, Duncan was evidently prepared for it, and the little Poochyena doesn't get anywhere near him.]
Because otherwise I'll drop this pain off at your place where he can try to rip your face off!
Third Person Sample:
So, things hadn't got off to such a great start with Bitey. Yeah, Bitey, Duncan was kind of crap at naming things and it seemed pretty appropriate considering how their first interaction had gone. But considering he apparently couldn't get outta New Bark without taking a pokemon with him, he figured he might as well try to make the best of it and offer the little pain in the neck an olive branch of sorts. Namely, he'd been letting Bitey walk around with him outside the pokeball all day, figuring the little guy might be able to run out some of that hostility. Or heck, at least appreciate the freedom. So far...eh, mixed results. At least he'd stopped biting at his heels after the first thirty minutes of hiking. Maybe getting to use those giant rats or Rattatas or whatever calmed him down, Duncan didn't really know. He was just glad he didn't have to worry about the stupid thing severing a tendon.
Of course, now it was getting dark, and they'd have to find a place to sleep for the night...which was going to be hard, considering they still hadn't reached town, thanks to the giant rats and Bidoofs every five minutes. Whatever it was, this place had a serious rodent problem. Granted, after three seasons of Chris being...well, Chris, Duncan was able to pretty much sleep anywhere. He set his pack on the ground underneath a pretty decent sized tree, just in case the weather got bad during the night, and was about to lie down before he remembered to check where Bitey was. He should probably put him inside his ball to rest up, but apparently the runt'd gone and run off.
"Look ya little furball, it's late. I ain't too wild about bein' stuck out here with you all night neither, but it's too dark to keep walkin! So get over here and go to--"
Of course, that's when he heard a little bark from behind him. Turning around, he found Bitey curled up on top of his pack, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Little twerp had played him!
"No way furball, make your own stupid bed! Off!"
That command proved remarkably ineffective, like the past several dozen that'd come before it. It almost seemed like the only time Bitey ever listened to him was during a fight with some other pokemon, with few exceptions. And not being one to repeat himself, Duncan tried to reach down and yank the rebellious Poochyena off his backpack only to nearly lose a hand in the process. All he saw was a glimmer of white teeth before he snatched his hand back just in time to hear those same chompers gnash together.
"Alright, fine! Keep it! But you better be ready to go in the mornin, 'cuz I ain't waitin for you to wake up."
Well aware he was yelling at something that probably couldn't understand a word he was saying anyway, Duncan decided to give up and catch some shut-eye instead. Sure, he might not have had a pillow anymore, but he'd slept in worse. At least it wasn't a total downpour, sleeping through that was something he was in no hurry to do again. It was definitely gettin' cold though, which meant he might have to consider thanking "Mom" (or whatever her real name was) for packing him a sleeping bag. Course, no sooner had he gotten comfortable than he felt that furry little nuisance trying to worm his way into the sleeping bag as well.
"Hey! You're the one that wanted the bag, this one's mine!"
More growling. But half-hearted growling at best, apparently Bitey just wanted to go to sleep, not spend another hour fighting it out with Duncan. And he had the same opinion. Besides, this way he got his backpack to use as a pillow again, and the little runt to keep him warm. For somethin' so small, the poochyena gave off quite a bit of heat. "Fine, whatever. Just don't bite me in the morning or you're stayin' in this bag."
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Character
Name: Duncan (no last name given)
Series: Total Drama (specifically: Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action, Total Drama World Tour)
Timeline: Sometime after the end of World Tour. And yes, he survived.
Canon Resource Links: Duncan's page at the Total Drama wiki. Keep in mind, this tends to be edited with about as much opinion as fact, so it shouldn't be considered law. Especially when it comes to Duncan's toughness: As his canon's resident "tough guy" and, well, bullies, he's a regular victim of the Rule of Funny. So the guy who wrestled with a gator over a suitcase full of money and survived a fight with a kangaroo managed to get sucker-punched and KO'd by the weaker contestants whenever a laugh was needed. I tend to ignore the ones that have no explanation, and write off the others as more "finishing blows" than him being a total wuss (for example: Cody KO's him after he'd already been attacked by a bear in the same episode, and Harold KO'd him after Duncan spent all episode teaching him how to throw a punch AND climbing a mountain).
Personality: Sporting a green mohawk, a spiked collar around his neck, and a fairly obvious dislike for everything around him, Duncan's your average rebellious teenager. Except he also has the misfortune of having been on Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action, and being kidnapped and forced to return to Total Drama World Tour despite having quit the show in the first episode. As a result, his already existing anger problem has been worsened due to the many arbitrary challenges he's been forced to perform, not to mention the repeated incidents of painful injury and/or animal maulings that each season typically involved. Even the fact he won the million dollar prize for the second season didn't do much to temper his hostility toward the show and its sadistic host Chris McLean, so really, his memories of the experience are typically unpleasant. His temper tends to be triggered more by the people he's with than the situation at hand, as he's shown to be remarkably easygoing when things start going wrong, and only tends to lose it when it's someone rather than something that's getting on his nerves.
An unapologetic juvenile delinquent, Duncan embraces the 'bad boy' image that his behavior typically crafts for him, to the point that he hides or refuses to admit to anything that suggests he has a nice side buried underneath all the mockery, pranks, and misdemeanors. Anyone he dislikes can expect to be bullied or pranked both mercilessly and regularly, while those he treats with indifference can usually expect only occasional juvenile antics from him. Those fortunate enough to be considered his friends benefit from only good-natured teasing, as well as an unshakeable loyalty and concern for their continued happiness (though he will do his best to hide the latter as best as possible, often by trying to trivialize his actions). That isn't to say he's without any other blemishes to his personality however, as he's also shown to be somewhat of a chauvinist from time to time, and very, very rarely expresses any remorse for his bad behavior unless it winds up hurting him in some way. He often uses threats of violence to get his way and control people around him, and the threats typically aren't empty ones (he once settled a petty feud by throwing an angry dingo at the person, knocking them off a cliff in the process). He's also more than willing to let others get hurt if he thinks it'll be entertaining, even once allowing one of his teammates to scale over an electrified fence while he simply walked through the open gate.
Duncan's a rocker through and through, and embraces the stereotypical punk lifestyle of loud music and juvenile delinquency. His favorite hobby is vandalism, with a special preference for carving into things with the small knife he carries with him. Of course, he's open to other activities, such as playing with fire and stealing cars. Previous exploits also include a "Happy Nude Year" celebration and a pool party in the city hall fountain. He's also a huge fan of both the horror and alien movie genres, including the less specific "slasher flick" genre. The cheesier and more obscure the movie, the more he likes it, and has absolutely no problem rewatching a movie he enjoys several times (e.g.: he's seen "Alien Chunks" a total of 53 times). That fondness combined with Duncan's natural ingenuity led to him teaching himself how to make fake blood, something that has obvious prank applications.
All told, while he's far from the most likable guy on the planet, he's not exactly pure evil either. While he may be immature, short tempered, and generally a jerk, he does have a soft spot, and if he likes you there's no better person to have at your back. Underneath the blend of rebellious teenage angst and apathy, he actually is a pretty nice, caring guy. It's just buried...deep. Bedrock deep.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Resourceful
+Can jerry-rig several useful objects from scrap, provided he has the parts necessary
+Tough. Both in terms of strength and resilience to harm (note: not to superhuman levels, dude can just take a beating and keep on kicking)
+Can be a thoughtful, caring person when he feels like it. He especially doesn't like seeing people feeling any sort of emotional hurt he's felt, and will [secretly!] do whatever he can to make things right for them.
+Used to living on the streets and, thanks to the show, in lousy conditions. Even spent the night sleeping on the ground in a torrential downpour once.
+Good with fire and things that go boom. Sure, it might not get used often, but uh...let's just say wronging him is a high-risk endeavor. And yeah, he can improvise explosives out of just about anything that can go boom in the first place (in-canon, he demolished a set with nothing but paint bombs, and come season IV, has used real explosives on his own).
+/- Stubborn as a bull when he wants to be. Depending on the circumstances, this can be either good or bad.
-Criminal tendencies. It's nearly impossible for him to go very long without causing trouble of some kind.
-Typically highly unlikeable, due to being a bit of a bully and a jerk
-Easily angered, often to violence
-Extremely prideful (he wants to keep up his "tough guy" front at all costs)
-Bit of a chauvinist
-Perfectly willing to break rules or disobey instructions he doesn't agree with
-Regularly talks himself into trouble
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer, even if he may not wind up being the most dedicated one.
Starter: A male Poochyena he'll wind up naming Bitey.
Password: Raspberry Lemonade
Samples
First Person Sample:
[The video screen flicks on, showing a somewhat battle-worn Duncan, in clothes that have more than their fair share of claw marks and holes ripped out of them. In one hand, he's holding up a very annoyed Poochyena for display by the scruff of its neck, and from the sound of things there's still some bad blood between the two. That, or the growling just means the little pokemon has one very loud, very empty stomach...]
Anybody know what this stupid thing eats? Other than me? I figure it's gotta be meat of some kind the way he's starin' at my lunch, and I know the little runt's teeth are sharp enough. But we don't exactly have Poochy...whatevers where I'm from, so help a guy out.
[And so ends the pleasantries, as the Poochyena tries to swing himself over to take another bite at Duncan's face. Fortunately, Duncan was evidently prepared for it, and the little Poochyena doesn't get anywhere near him.]
Because otherwise I'll drop this pain off at your place where he can try to rip your face off!
Third Person Sample:
So, things hadn't got off to such a great start with Bitey. Yeah, Bitey, Duncan was kind of crap at naming things and it seemed pretty appropriate considering how their first interaction had gone. But considering he apparently couldn't get outta New Bark without taking a pokemon with him, he figured he might as well try to make the best of it and offer the little pain in the neck an olive branch of sorts. Namely, he'd been letting Bitey walk around with him outside the pokeball all day, figuring the little guy might be able to run out some of that hostility. Or heck, at least appreciate the freedom. So far...eh, mixed results. At least he'd stopped biting at his heels after the first thirty minutes of hiking. Maybe getting to use those giant rats or Rattatas or whatever calmed him down, Duncan didn't really know. He was just glad he didn't have to worry about the stupid thing severing a tendon.
Of course, now it was getting dark, and they'd have to find a place to sleep for the night...which was going to be hard, considering they still hadn't reached town, thanks to the giant rats and Bidoofs every five minutes. Whatever it was, this place had a serious rodent problem. Granted, after three seasons of Chris being...well, Chris, Duncan was able to pretty much sleep anywhere. He set his pack on the ground underneath a pretty decent sized tree, just in case the weather got bad during the night, and was about to lie down before he remembered to check where Bitey was. He should probably put him inside his ball to rest up, but apparently the runt'd gone and run off.
"Look ya little furball, it's late. I ain't too wild about bein' stuck out here with you all night neither, but it's too dark to keep walkin! So get over here and go to--"
Of course, that's when he heard a little bark from behind him. Turning around, he found Bitey curled up on top of his pack, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Little twerp had played him!
"No way furball, make your own stupid bed! Off!"
That command proved remarkably ineffective, like the past several dozen that'd come before it. It almost seemed like the only time Bitey ever listened to him was during a fight with some other pokemon, with few exceptions. And not being one to repeat himself, Duncan tried to reach down and yank the rebellious Poochyena off his backpack only to nearly lose a hand in the process. All he saw was a glimmer of white teeth before he snatched his hand back just in time to hear those same chompers gnash together.
"Alright, fine! Keep it! But you better be ready to go in the mornin, 'cuz I ain't waitin for you to wake up."
Well aware he was yelling at something that probably couldn't understand a word he was saying anyway, Duncan decided to give up and catch some shut-eye instead. Sure, he might not have had a pillow anymore, but he'd slept in worse. At least it wasn't a total downpour, sleeping through that was something he was in no hurry to do again. It was definitely gettin' cold though, which meant he might have to consider thanking "Mom" (or whatever her real name was) for packing him a sleeping bag. Course, no sooner had he gotten comfortable than he felt that furry little nuisance trying to worm his way into the sleeping bag as well.
"Hey! You're the one that wanted the bag, this one's mine!"
More growling. But half-hearted growling at best, apparently Bitey just wanted to go to sleep, not spend another hour fighting it out with Duncan. And he had the same opinion. Besides, this way he got his backpack to use as a pillow again, and the little runt to keep him warm. For somethin' so small, the poochyena gave off quite a bit of heat. "Fine, whatever. Just don't bite me in the morning or you're stayin' in this bag."