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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Amy
Other characters: Cinderella (undercoverprincess) and Peeta Mellark (shinyisfalse).
IN CHARACTER
Name: Perry Kelvin
Fandom: Warm Bodies (book version)
Canon point/AU: Right after he’s died in Chapter 2.
Journal:justgaveup
PB: Dave Franco
History: While this is the best Warm Bodies history out there, it should be noted that Perry isn’t physically involved in almost anything that takes place after his death, which happens very early on in the book. Seriously, he dies in chapter two. But because R was the one who ate his brain, he experienced what Perry’s life was like; his feelings, his actions, his memories.
Everything.
And then for some reason, because R and Perry are special, Perry stuck around after his brain had been eaten. And by stuck around, I mean he lived in R’s head as some kind of voice, figure, whatever, in his head. And he stays there until the end, and the zombies start going back to being human. It’s some existential thing, where Perry knows what is happening, and he helps guide R as best he can, but he knows R needs to learn to do it all by himself.
He finally lets go, knowing that Julie is safe, and R is becoming human, and the world is reviving itself. It’s weird, I know, but it all makes sense at the end. If you read it a few times.
Presentation:
What you have to understand with Perry is that there is the young Perry, and then the old Perry. By the time of his death, Perry had already given up on everything. He still looks the same; Perry is a pretty good looking guy. He keeps clean, he wears the uniform that’s needed for certain duties, but has enough clothes to wear that are more normal teenager/young adult clothes, like jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirts, all of that. He does what he has to, to keep up the appearance of a normal life. A normal life as best they can have, people living in this stadium because the rest of the world as they know it is now full of zombies.
So, it’s already a crazy world that you need to be prepared for, isn’t it? And most of the people in the area now live in this giant stadium. Now, Perry did not grow up in the stadium like others. He grew up somewhere in the Midwest, when no one thought much about the diseases in the big cities. So he wasn’t exposed to the depression and despair that could come with crowding yourself in with hundreds of people, with nowhere else to go. That’s something that can really get to someone, something that you can never escape.
That’s why Perry, the young Perry, used to be so full of life. He was so vibrant, making jokes, giving smiles to everyone. Having fun, because he liked to have fun. And for as long as he was living in the stadium, he was a boy in love. He fell head over heels in love with Julie Grigio, daughter of the general in charge of the entire stadium. And he looked like a boy in love! Blushing around her, always holding her hand. He loves music because she shared it with him, and he loves life because she opened a doorway to all kinds of possibilities and thoughts. Perry was a brilliant, fiery kid, the kind with energy for days. He was weird, and he was funny (bears repeating), and he was full of dreams. He was working in agriculture when he and his father first started out in the stadium, because he loved the way they could make something grow in this world that seemed to be dying. He wanted to be a writer; he was working on a novel called “Ghosts vs. Werewolves”.
Really.
And that’s why Perry, the older Perry, is the complete opposite. He’s still retained his looks, but the lively and bright boy that he was before has become this young man that is cold, and distant. When you talk to him, he doesn’t hope for anything, he doesn’t dream about anything. He’s no longer a writer, and he’s not a very good lover; he brings up things during make out sessions with Julie like “When I die, will you be the one to debrain me?” because that’s the kind of thing he obsesses over. He says that he does everything for Julie, and all he wants is to protect her. But when he said that, he also said that he needed to grow up and face reality. He quit agriculture and joined security, and he became a soldier.
And then he became nothing at all.
Motivations:
That is what Perry was, now. His father had promised him that they would all make it. Especially Perry and his dad, because his dad was all that he had left, since his mom died when they escaped their home. When his dad died in a work accident, it rocked his world. This horrible place, a world filled with zombies, and his father dies from a work accident. It didn’t make sense to him, and it still doesn’t now, despite it having been two years since his dad died. That’s why he quit all his plans. He wanted to be a harvest supervisor, and instead, he went into security. He didn’t want to be a writer anymore, because what’s the point of writing something if there’s no one to read it? A writer is the one who remembers things, the one who puts it all down in a book. But Perry didn’t want to remember anymore. He wanted to do dangerous stuff, and he wanted to forget, and in security, that was the only thing worth doing; there was nothing worth saying, anymore.
When his dad died, he had to live in the “discards” home, which is basically an orphanage. Things just went downhill, and pretty quickly, too. Julie was the one thing he still had left, and he didn’t want to loser her. He wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world, because he loves her. There’s no doubt about that. But when he asks himself:
“The brilliant truth and the inescapable lie side by side with Julie and I. Can I have both? Can I survive in this doomed world and still love Julie who dreams above it?”
The answer he came up with was no. Perry couldn’t absorb anymore loss, anymore life, anymore anything, and he flipped who he was, and became a completely different person. That’s the difference between young Perry and old Perry. When he was young, he had hope for the future. And when he got older, he had no hope for anything. Julie tried to talk him down from the path he was going on, and the beauty of his friend’s love for him just drove him deeper into this depression. Everything that Perry was started to rot. Julie wasn’t enough to make him want to continue on anymore, his friend’s weren’t, the future wasn’t, because what future was left in a world that was dead? In the end, he just gave up.
So what’s left for you, when you’ve just given up on everything, even your own life? Death, of course. Perry quit his life, so death was the only thing he had left. It was clear to everyone that he was not who he once was, and that there was no way for him to ever become that again. So, two years ago to the day, Perry got assigned to be in charge of his first salvage mission. Everyone was handpicked by Colonel Rosso, who was the “good” father figure for a few of them, and Julie and their friend Nora were a part of that crew. Today was the day that Perry was going to die. He wanted to go on that mission to die, and would have done anything to make sure that happened. No more waiting for it. No more dreading it. Perry embraced death, and his last words when R got to him?
“Finally!”
Setting: To be alive when he finally got what he wanted? Perry is going to be so pissed off. It’s one thing to be ready to die, it’s a completely different thing to have to go and die, and then come back. Again. And again. And again. He’s not a revolutionary; he’s not going to pick a side here. The Capitol will just remind him of a gaudier stadium, which will depress him even further. But the one thing he might not have expected was that, when he’s in this place, and especially when he’s in the arena(s)? Is that he’s going to start fighting for his life. He won’t ever be fully settled into this place, but he can tolerate it. He can learn from it. He’s already accepted that he’s nothing in the big scheme of things, so what can the Capitol really take away from him that he hasn’t already given up on himself? But this place might be the thing he needs to… not be what he used to be. He can’t go back to that. But maybe something in between that? No one knows what that will be.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[Death was not a problem. Death in the arena was not a problem, because life was the problem. Death was uncomplicated. Yes, it had been messy and violent, but Perry had welcomed death just as he had the first time. He’d died in one place, and it only made sense that being brought to a place that made no sense, he would have to die again. So maybe he hadn’t had it planned out like he did before, but it still happened.
And now he was here. Awake. Alive. Now he understands what they said before, but he hadn’t thought they really brought people back. That it was just a stunt.] I...
[He trailed off. Record your feelings on your loss.] My loss?
[What loss? The loss of his life? That wasn’t a loss at all. His question just seems to reverberate around the room. Who was he talking to, or supposed to talk to?]
I don’t want to make a tape journal. [He didn’t want to make one. Julie kept journals. Perry didn’t keep anything, anymore.
He gave a hoarse, almost choked off laugh. There was no humor in it. This was like his worst nightmare come true.] What’s the point of all this? Why bring people back, just to do it all over again? It doesn’t matter who lives and dies in there, out here, they all end up the same, anyway.
[ Right. They wanted a recording on his feelings about his loss. Okay.]
I’m upset that I’m still alive.
Prose:
He had died. He had died. Despite Nora and Julie’s best attempts at stopping him, of making sure it wouldn’t, it had happened. He had been ready for it, wanting it, needing it. It had happened. And when he shouted that last ‘finally!’ he couldn’t remember the last time so much relief spread through him. And Perry felt that that was it. He wasn’t going to come back; there was no need for anyone to debrain him, because he’d made sure to die in a place that his brain would be gone in a matter of moments. Darkness came and wrapped him, safe and sound, in a blanket.
And then he was here. Perry Kelvin, you have been brought to fight in a death match, in an arena, and now you needed to impress the people who stood high up on the balcony area. When he entered the room, he’d glanced up there. They were people, right? The clothing, the faces, everything, they didn’t seem human. But they weren’t corpses. Glancing around the room, taking it all in, he saw the different things that he might be able to do. There weren’t any guns on the table. He knew he would have done anything better with a gun. They’d been trained in other kinds of weaponry, though, and he looked at the knives, the short swords. He could use those on the dummy, or he could throw them at the circles.
“Is there a point to all this?” Perry called out, but when he looked, there was no answer to be found. He went and checked through the stuff on the table, and found a tool belt. A hammer could be used as a weapon, and when he saw the iron spikes, he knew what he could do.
Taking the spikes, the tool belt, a knife, and three little balls, the slightly heavy kind you can use to whip around in because they’re all tied together, he started to walk over to one of the dummies, paused, and grabbed a bag of matches as well. Then he went to the dummy, and when he spoke, it was like going through it by rote. Like he’d heard it a thousand times before. No emotion in any of it.
“When you’re fighting corpses, you should always shoot through the head, or cut off the head. It doesn’t matter if you’ve taken away their arms and legs, they still won’t die, and that can come back to haunt you.” His voice was hollow as he spoke, leaning down and placing the three balls under the dummy’s base. If you knew where the cracks were in the balls, you could easily slide something through them, which is what he used the hammer and stakes for, until the dummy was able to be wheeled over.
“The other the best thing is to draw them out. They’re dangerous, especially in groups, but if you’re anticipating them, you can get them. They’re dead. They’ll fall for anything as long as they think they’ll get what they want.” He took the knife and then dug it into his hand, blood immediately welling up, and he smeared it across the dummy’s face.
“They want us. So we kill them before they can do the same to us. And there are more of them each day, and less of us, so we need to kill more at once.” Perry took the knife, tying it so the tool belt was trailing the end of it. He then pushed the dummy, moving it by itself, slowly, as he lit the tool belt on fire. He got some burns on his hands and arms, but what did a dead man care about that? Instead, he threw the knife as hard as he could, having it stick in the back of the dummies head.
The whole thing began to burn. “And that’s how you kill a lot of corpses at once.” Perry watched it burn for a while before he looked back up at the guys sitting in the balcony.
“I can do more, but I won’t. Don’t look at me like I could win, don’t try to help me win. I’m going to go in there, and I’m going to die. And that’s what I want.”
He turns away, not waiting for them to answer, or tell him to leave, or anything, muttering under his breath: “There’s nothing left for me anywhere.”
What is your character scored: I’d rank Perry at 8 to 9. He has a lot of knowledge when it comes to working with mechanics, and he knows how to fight. He’s better with a gun then he is with anything else, but he’s still able to use things like a knife, or a short sword; whatever is the best at killing zombies. He worked in agriculture, so he knows what plants and such are good to eat and what isn’t. The only thing that would make him have a lower score is the fact that he does not want to win any of the games, so while having the ability to do so, he probably won’t.
Additional information: N/A
Name: Amy
Other characters: Cinderella (
undercoverprincess) and Peeta Mellark (shinyisfalse).IN CHARACTER
Name: Perry Kelvin
Fandom: Warm Bodies (book version)
Canon point/AU: Right after he’s died in Chapter 2.
Journal:
justgaveupPB: Dave Franco
History: While this is the best Warm Bodies history out there, it should be noted that Perry isn’t physically involved in almost anything that takes place after his death, which happens very early on in the book. Seriously, he dies in chapter two. But because R was the one who ate his brain, he experienced what Perry’s life was like; his feelings, his actions, his memories.
Everything.
And then for some reason, because R and Perry are special, Perry stuck around after his brain had been eaten. And by stuck around, I mean he lived in R’s head as some kind of voice, figure, whatever, in his head. And he stays there until the end, and the zombies start going back to being human. It’s some existential thing, where Perry knows what is happening, and he helps guide R as best he can, but he knows R needs to learn to do it all by himself.
He finally lets go, knowing that Julie is safe, and R is becoming human, and the world is reviving itself. It’s weird, I know, but it all makes sense at the end. If you read it a few times.
Presentation:
What you have to understand with Perry is that there is the young Perry, and then the old Perry. By the time of his death, Perry had already given up on everything. He still looks the same; Perry is a pretty good looking guy. He keeps clean, he wears the uniform that’s needed for certain duties, but has enough clothes to wear that are more normal teenager/young adult clothes, like jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirts, all of that. He does what he has to, to keep up the appearance of a normal life. A normal life as best they can have, people living in this stadium because the rest of the world as they know it is now full of zombies.
So, it’s already a crazy world that you need to be prepared for, isn’t it? And most of the people in the area now live in this giant stadium. Now, Perry did not grow up in the stadium like others. He grew up somewhere in the Midwest, when no one thought much about the diseases in the big cities. So he wasn’t exposed to the depression and despair that could come with crowding yourself in with hundreds of people, with nowhere else to go. That’s something that can really get to someone, something that you can never escape.
That’s why Perry, the young Perry, used to be so full of life. He was so vibrant, making jokes, giving smiles to everyone. Having fun, because he liked to have fun. And for as long as he was living in the stadium, he was a boy in love. He fell head over heels in love with Julie Grigio, daughter of the general in charge of the entire stadium. And he looked like a boy in love! Blushing around her, always holding her hand. He loves music because she shared it with him, and he loves life because she opened a doorway to all kinds of possibilities and thoughts. Perry was a brilliant, fiery kid, the kind with energy for days. He was weird, and he was funny (bears repeating), and he was full of dreams. He was working in agriculture when he and his father first started out in the stadium, because he loved the way they could make something grow in this world that seemed to be dying. He wanted to be a writer; he was working on a novel called “Ghosts vs. Werewolves”.
Really.
And that’s why Perry, the older Perry, is the complete opposite. He’s still retained his looks, but the lively and bright boy that he was before has become this young man that is cold, and distant. When you talk to him, he doesn’t hope for anything, he doesn’t dream about anything. He’s no longer a writer, and he’s not a very good lover; he brings up things during make out sessions with Julie like “When I die, will you be the one to debrain me?” because that’s the kind of thing he obsesses over. He says that he does everything for Julie, and all he wants is to protect her. But when he said that, he also said that he needed to grow up and face reality. He quit agriculture and joined security, and he became a soldier.
And then he became nothing at all.
Motivations:
That is what Perry was, now. His father had promised him that they would all make it. Especially Perry and his dad, because his dad was all that he had left, since his mom died when they escaped their home. When his dad died in a work accident, it rocked his world. This horrible place, a world filled with zombies, and his father dies from a work accident. It didn’t make sense to him, and it still doesn’t now, despite it having been two years since his dad died. That’s why he quit all his plans. He wanted to be a harvest supervisor, and instead, he went into security. He didn’t want to be a writer anymore, because what’s the point of writing something if there’s no one to read it? A writer is the one who remembers things, the one who puts it all down in a book. But Perry didn’t want to remember anymore. He wanted to do dangerous stuff, and he wanted to forget, and in security, that was the only thing worth doing; there was nothing worth saying, anymore.
When his dad died, he had to live in the “discards” home, which is basically an orphanage. Things just went downhill, and pretty quickly, too. Julie was the one thing he still had left, and he didn’t want to loser her. He wanted to protect her from everything bad in the world, because he loves her. There’s no doubt about that. But when he asks himself:
“The brilliant truth and the inescapable lie side by side with Julie and I. Can I have both? Can I survive in this doomed world and still love Julie who dreams above it?”
The answer he came up with was no. Perry couldn’t absorb anymore loss, anymore life, anymore anything, and he flipped who he was, and became a completely different person. That’s the difference between young Perry and old Perry. When he was young, he had hope for the future. And when he got older, he had no hope for anything. Julie tried to talk him down from the path he was going on, and the beauty of his friend’s love for him just drove him deeper into this depression. Everything that Perry was started to rot. Julie wasn’t enough to make him want to continue on anymore, his friend’s weren’t, the future wasn’t, because what future was left in a world that was dead? In the end, he just gave up.
So what’s left for you, when you’ve just given up on everything, even your own life? Death, of course. Perry quit his life, so death was the only thing he had left. It was clear to everyone that he was not who he once was, and that there was no way for him to ever become that again. So, two years ago to the day, Perry got assigned to be in charge of his first salvage mission. Everyone was handpicked by Colonel Rosso, who was the “good” father figure for a few of them, and Julie and their friend Nora were a part of that crew. Today was the day that Perry was going to die. He wanted to go on that mission to die, and would have done anything to make sure that happened. No more waiting for it. No more dreading it. Perry embraced death, and his last words when R got to him?
“Finally!”
Setting: To be alive when he finally got what he wanted? Perry is going to be so pissed off. It’s one thing to be ready to die, it’s a completely different thing to have to go and die, and then come back. Again. And again. And again. He’s not a revolutionary; he’s not going to pick a side here. The Capitol will just remind him of a gaudier stadium, which will depress him even further. But the one thing he might not have expected was that, when he’s in this place, and especially when he’s in the arena(s)? Is that he’s going to start fighting for his life. He won’t ever be fully settled into this place, but he can tolerate it. He can learn from it. He’s already accepted that he’s nothing in the big scheme of things, so what can the Capitol really take away from him that he hasn’t already given up on himself? But this place might be the thing he needs to… not be what he used to be. He can’t go back to that. But maybe something in between that? No one knows what that will be.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[Death was not a problem. Death in the arena was not a problem, because life was the problem. Death was uncomplicated. Yes, it had been messy and violent, but Perry had welcomed death just as he had the first time. He’d died in one place, and it only made sense that being brought to a place that made no sense, he would have to die again. So maybe he hadn’t had it planned out like he did before, but it still happened.
And now he was here. Awake. Alive. Now he understands what they said before, but he hadn’t thought they really brought people back. That it was just a stunt.] I...
[He trailed off. Record your feelings on your loss.] My loss?
[What loss? The loss of his life? That wasn’t a loss at all. His question just seems to reverberate around the room. Who was he talking to, or supposed to talk to?]
I don’t want to make a tape journal. [He didn’t want to make one. Julie kept journals. Perry didn’t keep anything, anymore.
He gave a hoarse, almost choked off laugh. There was no humor in it. This was like his worst nightmare come true.] What’s the point of all this? Why bring people back, just to do it all over again? It doesn’t matter who lives and dies in there, out here, they all end up the same, anyway.
[ Right. They wanted a recording on his feelings about his loss. Okay.]
I’m upset that I’m still alive.
Prose:
He had died. He had died. Despite Nora and Julie’s best attempts at stopping him, of making sure it wouldn’t, it had happened. He had been ready for it, wanting it, needing it. It had happened. And when he shouted that last ‘finally!’ he couldn’t remember the last time so much relief spread through him. And Perry felt that that was it. He wasn’t going to come back; there was no need for anyone to debrain him, because he’d made sure to die in a place that his brain would be gone in a matter of moments. Darkness came and wrapped him, safe and sound, in a blanket.
And then he was here. Perry Kelvin, you have been brought to fight in a death match, in an arena, and now you needed to impress the people who stood high up on the balcony area. When he entered the room, he’d glanced up there. They were people, right? The clothing, the faces, everything, they didn’t seem human. But they weren’t corpses. Glancing around the room, taking it all in, he saw the different things that he might be able to do. There weren’t any guns on the table. He knew he would have done anything better with a gun. They’d been trained in other kinds of weaponry, though, and he looked at the knives, the short swords. He could use those on the dummy, or he could throw them at the circles.
“Is there a point to all this?” Perry called out, but when he looked, there was no answer to be found. He went and checked through the stuff on the table, and found a tool belt. A hammer could be used as a weapon, and when he saw the iron spikes, he knew what he could do.
Taking the spikes, the tool belt, a knife, and three little balls, the slightly heavy kind you can use to whip around in because they’re all tied together, he started to walk over to one of the dummies, paused, and grabbed a bag of matches as well. Then he went to the dummy, and when he spoke, it was like going through it by rote. Like he’d heard it a thousand times before. No emotion in any of it.
“When you’re fighting corpses, you should always shoot through the head, or cut off the head. It doesn’t matter if you’ve taken away their arms and legs, they still won’t die, and that can come back to haunt you.” His voice was hollow as he spoke, leaning down and placing the three balls under the dummy’s base. If you knew where the cracks were in the balls, you could easily slide something through them, which is what he used the hammer and stakes for, until the dummy was able to be wheeled over.
“The other the best thing is to draw them out. They’re dangerous, especially in groups, but if you’re anticipating them, you can get them. They’re dead. They’ll fall for anything as long as they think they’ll get what they want.” He took the knife and then dug it into his hand, blood immediately welling up, and he smeared it across the dummy’s face.
“They want us. So we kill them before they can do the same to us. And there are more of them each day, and less of us, so we need to kill more at once.” Perry took the knife, tying it so the tool belt was trailing the end of it. He then pushed the dummy, moving it by itself, slowly, as he lit the tool belt on fire. He got some burns on his hands and arms, but what did a dead man care about that? Instead, he threw the knife as hard as he could, having it stick in the back of the dummies head.
The whole thing began to burn. “And that’s how you kill a lot of corpses at once.” Perry watched it burn for a while before he looked back up at the guys sitting in the balcony.
“I can do more, but I won’t. Don’t look at me like I could win, don’t try to help me win. I’m going to go in there, and I’m going to die. And that’s what I want.”
He turns away, not waiting for them to answer, or tell him to leave, or anything, muttering under his breath: “There’s nothing left for me anywhere.”
What is your character scored: I’d rank Perry at 8 to 9. He has a lot of knowledge when it comes to working with mechanics, and he knows how to fight. He’s better with a gun then he is with anything else, but he’s still able to use things like a knife, or a short sword; whatever is the best at killing zombies. He worked in agriculture, so he knows what plants and such are good to eat and what isn’t. The only thing that would make him have a lower score is the fact that he does not want to win any of the games, so while having the ability to do so, he probably won’t.
Additional information: N/A