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PLAYER INFO

Player Name: Noodle
Player Contact: doggos / noodle#7170
~~Character(s) In-Game:~~

CHARACTER INFO

Character Name: Richie Tozier
Age: Thirteen
Canon: Stephen King's IT (2017)

World Description: "I hear the list is longer than my wang."

History: "Oh, okay. Trash the trashmouth, I get it."
"Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?"

Death: Underneath Neibolt in the quarrel with IT, Richie doesn't make it back out of the well alive.

What are your plans for this character in-game?
Making friends outside of the losers club is a big part of it, coping with the news of his death, moving forward despite everything and not letting himself fall into the same cycles are all some plans that I'm hoping to carry forward. I'd also love to get him dealing with some of his own insecurities where his friends and his family are concerned given that his character grapples with that canonically more than once.

How does your character generally get along with other people?
Richie is not well known for being the most agreeable and socially-acceptable guy in the room. Far from it, Richie is loud, brash, and opinionated. He's impossible not to notice and that inability to be a wallflower is made worse by his even louder clothing and huge glasses. Mule-headed, defensive, and over-the-top could all be said for him. He masks insecurity with humor and a profane mouth and doesn't pull punches, not even where his own friends are concerned.

What is your character's mental state upon entering the game?
Given that I'm twisting Richie's canon to have him die in the gray water under Neibolt fighting the clown he'll be both shocked and pissed off. He'll want to know the status of the other Losers and find irritation in the fact that he can't or won't know. The Beacon won't bother him so much as it will be exhausting for him in the same way that parading in the sewers was, but he'll put on the same face he always does: one of derision paired with a nice fucking comment to set the tone.

Skills/Abilities:
Richie is a thirteen-year-old boy in the mid-1980s his only real skillsets are talking shit, playing video games, and serious bicycling. He's got a good head on his shoulders and is the smartest of his group in terms of being educated and book smart, this intellect ties directly into a sense of realism too, putting him slightly ahead of the curve (and ironically behind it) where the others are concerned.

Flaws/Weaknesses:
Richie projects and pushes his own issues onto other people when he's angry, and he's quick to temper. He has a huge penchant for using sarcasm, bad humor, and a loudmouth to deter people from seeing the deeper emotion behind that veil of comedy. Something he regularly displays in the face of trauma, or discontent, but also, in general, to keep himself a focal point when things slow to a lull or become stagnant.

He's afraid of clowns, werewolves, and being alone and/or going missing. Where the other losers are concerned they are the only other people on earth that he'd regularly put himself in danger for, as proven by their journey into the depths despite openly telling them that it's a stupid idea.

Personality:
"You punched me in the face, you made me walk through shitty water, brought me to a fucking crackhead house and now... I'm gonna have to kill this fucking clown."

At first glance, Richie Tozier doesn't seem like much with thick-rimmed glasses that magnify his eyes three times over, a mop of brown curls, and loud Hawaiian shirts draping a tall gangly frame he hasn't grown into yet. He's exactly the kind of kid a person would choose to ignore in favor of any unkind commentary, but that's near to impossible because he's always talking. A master-mind of verbal influence with very little filter and not enough control over his own attention-span makes him stick out like a sore thumb. Trouble follows him wherever he goes, his verbal punches never get pulled - not for friends, and definitely not for people unfortunate enough to be considered an enemy.

What he lacks in charisma he makes up for in pure unadulterated bravery, to the point of stupidity, dedicated to seeing a plan through and find a resolution often at the expense of himself. The bolstering of his own ego has become a superpower for Trashmouth Tozier, who's spent his life in the small town of Derry being hazed and persecuted for being different by people like Bowers and the rest of his so-called peers. His dedication to the Losers Club is one born from the trial and error of finding true friendship in a place where he'd never considered a possibility and witnessing first hand the horrors of a sewer-dwelling clown. There's nothing he wouldn't do for his friends, and this is evidenced by his constant descent into the madness of Pennywise and the mystery of what lurks beneath the Neibolt house knowing full-well the entire time that it's a deathwish.

"Wait- Can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing it?

With a stubborn-streak deeper than the quarry itself Richie gets by through emotionally tense situations by using deflection to keep prying eyes away from him and focused on anyone else. Unlike the rest of the Loser's club, specifically Bill, who he considers the bravest of all of them, Richie keeps his own issues very close to the chest and does very little self-exploration into them. Better to be blissfully ignorant than allow anyone else to be privy to your internalized trauma. Richie's comes in the form of his self-identification and being uncertain of who he is as a person. His lack of security and grounding in himself is represented more than once in his trials with the clown, played off in the form of mind-games but evident in how he spins off into anger when he's confronted with something he can't immediately rationalize or conceptualize.

Richie, despite his talent for wisecracks and levity at the most inappropriate of times, is actually very intelligent, making grades that suggest his gutter-humor isn't the full breadth of his knowledge. He's technical, and good with his hands- an obsession for Street Fighter at the local arcade his full-time hobby and an object of dedication. This same backseat intelligence comes into play when he helps his friends, like Eddie and his conflicts with his mother. With nerve under pressure, he knew enough to be prepared and not frantic when Eddie gets his arm broken and even pops it back into place so they can better mobilize and get out of there together.

"I'm glad I got to meet you before you died."

Despite his own issues with showing sincere emotion and dedication, these traits come out more often than not in his actions instead of his words which typically have some kind of direct depreciation in an attempt to dissuade people from sharing intimate words with him. Richie would much rather someone else be under the microscope instead of himself and plays it off always toward someone else with bad humor or bad impressions to keep the conversation moving.

Even so, empathy is a huge part of who he is and he's quickly able to register the difference between attention-seeking and more serious shit and is always there to help distract and divert wherever he's needed. He is blindly dedicated to the rest of the Loser's club and fully willing to be in harm's way if it keeps them all together. His encouragement might present itself in some light tooling or something more serious and direct but no-man-left-behind is a clause that he lives by and his driving force is to see them all succeed in the face of what feels like an impossible journey.

Items:
(1) Baseball Bat
The clothes he died under Neibolt in.
A missing person's flyer

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