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Character Name: Rick Sanchez (C-137)
Series: Rick and Morty
Timeline: Between “Look Who’s Purging Now” (209) and “The Wedding Squanchers” (210)
Canon Resource Link: the wiki
Character History: Rick’s past is shrouded in mystery, and this is almost entirely by choice. Rick doesn’t talk about his past with anyone really, least of all Morty or the rest of his family. It’s clear that he has had a very long and complicated life, however. He was born a prodigy and dropped out of school at a rather early age, deciding that school wasn’t a “place for smart people.”
It’s unclear when exactly he started traveling the universe and skipping around between dimensions, but it is clear that he has been at it for decades. He’s been traveling for long enough that pretty much nothing in the multiverse fazes him anymore; he has seen and experienced more than any other person has managed to see and experience in one lifetime, and he’s only about 80. At some point he was married, though it certainly didn’t last very long. He had a daughter named Beth with his wife, and sometime soon after that he vanished from their lives for about twenty years. He has only been back with his family for about a year.
At some point in his life he met two aliens named Birdperson and Squanchy, and the two have been his best friends for an apparently large portion of his life. He was in a band with them both sometime in his earlier years. After that, the three of them fought side by side in a war against the Galactic Federation, which is a government that controls about six thousand planets in the galaxy. The war is ongoing and was apparently extremely bloody, as Birdperson admits that they have all committed atrocities in the name of freedom. Whether Rick was involved in the war for the sake of freedom is up in the air; according to him, he just doesn’t like governments and doesn’t like the Galactic Federation particularly. This is probably at least partially a cover, as Rick has an extremely hard time admitting to caring about anything or anyone. Admitting that you care about something is opening yourself up to pain and misery, after all.
However long Rick was directly involved in the war is unclear, but that combined with his constant traveling and constant exposure to the strange and vast and horrifying have altogether fucked him up. It seems like Rick wasn’t always a psychotic sociopath, but that his experiences have changed him. Morty is often the one to call him out on the fact that Rick does have rare moments of caring and even compassion. Morty is Beth’s son and Rick’s grandson, and Rick often takes Morty with him on his adventures. Rick claims that this is entirely because Morties are human shields for Ricks; Morty’s brainwaves cancel out Rick’s, which make it difficult or impossible for Rick’s enemies to find him. Rick very clearly actually cares about Morty, though he pretty much never admits it; he’s been shown crying in response to seeing memories of Morty as a baby, and regularly protects Morty and even sacrificed himself for Morty one time. Rick also cares about the rest of the family, though he shows this even less. He has been openly affectionate with Beth, and has started including his granddaughter Summer on his adventures with Morty. He pretty much hates Beth’s husband Jerry, though he must care about Jerry a tiny bit, if only in relation to the rest of the family. Rick is the kind of guy who straight up murders people who annoy him or get in his way, which is something Jerry does constantly, yet he’s never actually been violent to Jerry. This might just be because he knows if Jerry dies the rest of the family will be upset. Rick’s decisions and actions are almost always calculated, even when he actually cares about people.
Rick is as messed up as he is complicated. He’s suicidally depressed, self-destructive, and an alcoholic. He is literally always buzzed if not outright drunk, constantly carrying at least one flask with him. He does drugs on a semi-regular basis, though he doesn’t appear to be addicted to anything but alcohol. It’s a good bet he has tried every addictive substance in the universe at least once. He has tried to kill himself at least once and has undoubtedly at least thought about it in the past. According to Birdperson, he uses drugs and alcohol and the rest of his insane lifestyle to numb himself. His response every time Morty points out how fucked up something is, is “don’t think about it.” His self-destructive tendencies often affect Morty and the rest of the people around him as well, as Rick constantly puts Morty and the family in danger and/or gets them involved in traumatic or deadly situations. The mere fact that he’s dragging a teenager around the galaxy and exposing him to horrors that have had a marked affect on Morty’s outlook and personality point to just how reckless Rick is. It’s really only a matter of time before something happens to Rick or the family that he just can’t fix.
Abilities/Special Powers: Rick is a genius. He’s the self-proclaimed smartest person in the entire universe and while this might sound like a ridiculous exaggeration, he has proved it time and time again. His genius doesn’t just cover science and mathematics and actual learning. He’s also absurdly resourceful, able to think on his feet, and pretty much spends his entire existence thinking outside the box. He’s good at thinking abstractly and laterally and pretty much always has a backup plan for if things go wrong. Usually his backup plan is to set everything on fire, either metaphorically or literally, and start over somewhere else. He’s also pretty much MacGyver in that he can whip up any sort of scientific bullshit with only a few materials. He literally built a UFO in a garage out of spare parts. He also doesn’t need to rely on his gadgets if he’s stuck in a situation where he has nothing but his wits. He’s managed to survive the most insane shit the multiverse can throw at him by pretty much exclusively relying on his own smarts.
Genius is always its own downside, however. Rick isn’t infallible, and he does make mistakes, though he doesn’t always admit to them. He sometimes misses obvious answers that someone like Morty could come up with. He’s also so self-reliant and self-involved that he can kind of shoot himself in the foot sometimes. He literally trusts no one. No one can rely on themselves all the time, not even Rick, and he’s not someone who can ever really ask for help.
Third-Person Sample: Rick doesn’t exactly hate magic. Magic is kind of like social interaction—fine in small doses, something he’s not very good at, and something he’d rather not dabble in. He’s fucked around with magic once or twice in the past, mostly because there is so much shit you can do with unicorn tears or fairy dust, particularly if you crystallize the tears and use them to cut the dust and then snort the result. People act like magic is the antithesis to science, but half the time magic is just a particularly advanced or bullshit type of science. Some asshole once said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable blah blah blah.”
Rick doesn’t hate magic; it’s just that magic embodies three things that Rick does hate—uncertainty, unpredictability, and froofroo sparkly good vs. evil horse manure. If science is straight whiskey, then magic is a hot pink frothy apple-melon-plum-tini. Both will fuck you up, and one might taste better, but you’re going to look like a girly douchebag with one of those. Wonderland is an (okay fine, he can admit it) impressive marriage of both, science and magic intertwined. He can honestly appreciate the craftsmanship of the place, though, come on, couldn’t they manage more than a mansion and a bit of forest? Rick fit an entire universe inside a car battery—you’d think whoever made this place could have at least made a proper ocean. Maybe a mountain or two.
It’s the unpredictably of magic that’s particularly shitty this time. The science side is easy to figure out and even easier to measure—pocket dimension suspended between multiple realities and timelines, wholly unstable and prone to regular dimensional interruptions (he’ll have to take readings when the next one comes around), and time-distorted. Time seems to be moving at a snail’s pace here, though of course, being time, it feels like it’s moving normally. You could probably spend ten years here and not even notice any change in aging. Rick would really rather not spend ten years here. He can handle maybe two days of this edgy Disney crap. Judging from what he’s seen of the network, it seems the average stay here is about a year, which is a year too long. He’s lost a few years here and there in pocket dimensions like this one before, and it gets old fast. When you finally leave, the temporal hangover tends to knock you on your ass for days.
It’s just a matter of getting his portal gun working. Shouldn’t be too hard.
First-Person Sample: Alright, so this place has some kind of, of bullshit magical Skype in place, is that what this is supposed to be? Great, I mean, it’s great that they’ve got their priorities straight. Yeah, gotta, gotta make sure the zoo animals have Skype, right, d-don’t want them getting bored or anything. Judging by this user list there’s whUUUHHat, about a hundred people stuck here, give or take? Shitty zoo. I mean, you wouldn’t even take a dumb baby to a zoo that small and sh-sh-shitty. Christ. If any of you, you dipshits are listening and have any actual scientific information to share about this stupid Wonderturd—let’s face it, I’ve probably already figured it out, but on the offchance that I missed something, I’m all ears. Dimensional bubbles aren’t gonna pop themselves, am I right?
I swear to god, though, if any Cheshire Cats or card-themed motherfuckers show up at my door I-I’m gonna punch them in the goddamn throat.
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Character Name: Rick Sanchez (C-137)
Series: Rick and Morty
Timeline: Between “Look Who’s Purging Now” (209) and “The Wedding Squanchers” (210)
Canon Resource Link: the wiki
Character History: Rick’s past is shrouded in mystery, and this is almost entirely by choice. Rick doesn’t talk about his past with anyone really, least of all Morty or the rest of his family. It’s clear that he has had a very long and complicated life, however. He was born a prodigy and dropped out of school at a rather early age, deciding that school wasn’t a “place for smart people.”
It’s unclear when exactly he started traveling the universe and skipping around between dimensions, but it is clear that he has been at it for decades. He’s been traveling for long enough that pretty much nothing in the multiverse fazes him anymore; he has seen and experienced more than any other person has managed to see and experience in one lifetime, and he’s only about 80. At some point he was married, though it certainly didn’t last very long. He had a daughter named Beth with his wife, and sometime soon after that he vanished from their lives for about twenty years. He has only been back with his family for about a year.
At some point in his life he met two aliens named Birdperson and Squanchy, and the two have been his best friends for an apparently large portion of his life. He was in a band with them both sometime in his earlier years. After that, the three of them fought side by side in a war against the Galactic Federation, which is a government that controls about six thousand planets in the galaxy. The war is ongoing and was apparently extremely bloody, as Birdperson admits that they have all committed atrocities in the name of freedom. Whether Rick was involved in the war for the sake of freedom is up in the air; according to him, he just doesn’t like governments and doesn’t like the Galactic Federation particularly. This is probably at least partially a cover, as Rick has an extremely hard time admitting to caring about anything or anyone. Admitting that you care about something is opening yourself up to pain and misery, after all.
However long Rick was directly involved in the war is unclear, but that combined with his constant traveling and constant exposure to the strange and vast and horrifying have altogether fucked him up. It seems like Rick wasn’t always a psychotic sociopath, but that his experiences have changed him. Morty is often the one to call him out on the fact that Rick does have rare moments of caring and even compassion. Morty is Beth’s son and Rick’s grandson, and Rick often takes Morty with him on his adventures. Rick claims that this is entirely because Morties are human shields for Ricks; Morty’s brainwaves cancel out Rick’s, which make it difficult or impossible for Rick’s enemies to find him. Rick very clearly actually cares about Morty, though he pretty much never admits it; he’s been shown crying in response to seeing memories of Morty as a baby, and regularly protects Morty and even sacrificed himself for Morty one time. Rick also cares about the rest of the family, though he shows this even less. He has been openly affectionate with Beth, and has started including his granddaughter Summer on his adventures with Morty. He pretty much hates Beth’s husband Jerry, though he must care about Jerry a tiny bit, if only in relation to the rest of the family. Rick is the kind of guy who straight up murders people who annoy him or get in his way, which is something Jerry does constantly, yet he’s never actually been violent to Jerry. This might just be because he knows if Jerry dies the rest of the family will be upset. Rick’s decisions and actions are almost always calculated, even when he actually cares about people.
Rick is as messed up as he is complicated. He’s suicidally depressed, self-destructive, and an alcoholic. He is literally always buzzed if not outright drunk, constantly carrying at least one flask with him. He does drugs on a semi-regular basis, though he doesn’t appear to be addicted to anything but alcohol. It’s a good bet he has tried every addictive substance in the universe at least once. He has tried to kill himself at least once and has undoubtedly at least thought about it in the past. According to Birdperson, he uses drugs and alcohol and the rest of his insane lifestyle to numb himself. His response every time Morty points out how fucked up something is, is “don’t think about it.” His self-destructive tendencies often affect Morty and the rest of the people around him as well, as Rick constantly puts Morty and the family in danger and/or gets them involved in traumatic or deadly situations. The mere fact that he’s dragging a teenager around the galaxy and exposing him to horrors that have had a marked affect on Morty’s outlook and personality point to just how reckless Rick is. It’s really only a matter of time before something happens to Rick or the family that he just can’t fix.
Abilities/Special Powers: Rick is a genius. He’s the self-proclaimed smartest person in the entire universe and while this might sound like a ridiculous exaggeration, he has proved it time and time again. His genius doesn’t just cover science and mathematics and actual learning. He’s also absurdly resourceful, able to think on his feet, and pretty much spends his entire existence thinking outside the box. He’s good at thinking abstractly and laterally and pretty much always has a backup plan for if things go wrong. Usually his backup plan is to set everything on fire, either metaphorically or literally, and start over somewhere else. He’s also pretty much MacGyver in that he can whip up any sort of scientific bullshit with only a few materials. He literally built a UFO in a garage out of spare parts. He also doesn’t need to rely on his gadgets if he’s stuck in a situation where he has nothing but his wits. He’s managed to survive the most insane shit the multiverse can throw at him by pretty much exclusively relying on his own smarts.
Genius is always its own downside, however. Rick isn’t infallible, and he does make mistakes, though he doesn’t always admit to them. He sometimes misses obvious answers that someone like Morty could come up with. He’s also so self-reliant and self-involved that he can kind of shoot himself in the foot sometimes. He literally trusts no one. No one can rely on themselves all the time, not even Rick, and he’s not someone who can ever really ask for help.
Third-Person Sample: Rick doesn’t exactly hate magic. Magic is kind of like social interaction—fine in small doses, something he’s not very good at, and something he’d rather not dabble in. He’s fucked around with magic once or twice in the past, mostly because there is so much shit you can do with unicorn tears or fairy dust, particularly if you crystallize the tears and use them to cut the dust and then snort the result. People act like magic is the antithesis to science, but half the time magic is just a particularly advanced or bullshit type of science. Some asshole once said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable blah blah blah.”
Rick doesn’t hate magic; it’s just that magic embodies three things that Rick does hate—uncertainty, unpredictability, and froofroo sparkly good vs. evil horse manure. If science is straight whiskey, then magic is a hot pink frothy apple-melon-plum-tini. Both will fuck you up, and one might taste better, but you’re going to look like a girly douchebag with one of those. Wonderland is an (okay fine, he can admit it) impressive marriage of both, science and magic intertwined. He can honestly appreciate the craftsmanship of the place, though, come on, couldn’t they manage more than a mansion and a bit of forest? Rick fit an entire universe inside a car battery—you’d think whoever made this place could have at least made a proper ocean. Maybe a mountain or two.
It’s the unpredictably of magic that’s particularly shitty this time. The science side is easy to figure out and even easier to measure—pocket dimension suspended between multiple realities and timelines, wholly unstable and prone to regular dimensional interruptions (he’ll have to take readings when the next one comes around), and time-distorted. Time seems to be moving at a snail’s pace here, though of course, being time, it feels like it’s moving normally. You could probably spend ten years here and not even notice any change in aging. Rick would really rather not spend ten years here. He can handle maybe two days of this edgy Disney crap. Judging from what he’s seen of the network, it seems the average stay here is about a year, which is a year too long. He’s lost a few years here and there in pocket dimensions like this one before, and it gets old fast. When you finally leave, the temporal hangover tends to knock you on your ass for days.
It’s just a matter of getting his portal gun working. Shouldn’t be too hard.
First-Person Sample: Alright, so this place has some kind of, of bullshit magical Skype in place, is that what this is supposed to be? Great, I mean, it’s great that they’ve got their priorities straight. Yeah, gotta, gotta make sure the zoo animals have Skype, right, d-don’t want them getting bored or anything. Judging by this user list there’s whUUUHHat, about a hundred people stuck here, give or take? Shitty zoo. I mean, you wouldn’t even take a dumb baby to a zoo that small and sh-sh-shitty. Christ. If any of you, you dipshits are listening and have any actual scientific information to share about this stupid Wonderturd—let’s face it, I’ve probably already figured it out, but on the offchance that I missed something, I’m all ears. Dimensional bubbles aren’t gonna pop themselves, am I right?
I swear to god, though, if any Cheshire Cats or card-themed motherfuckers show up at my door I-I’m gonna punch them in the goddamn throat.
