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In-Character Information
Name : Duster
Game/Series: Mother 3 / Mother
Canon Point: Post 8th chapter
Age & Teaching Position: 27, Music
Living Arrangements: Kumatora's bedroom Teacher's dorms

Personality: Duster is a nice guy. Clumsy. Sort of a dork. Sleepy. Good in a pinch, if you tell him what to do. Caring. Shy. Often a little confused about what's going on around him. A strange but nice guy with unexpected skills.

Duster is that guy that you know who you can call whenever you need somebody to help you move across town. He does this because he has nothing better to do, most likely. Duster is very, very easily led around. He's spent the last 27 years being bossed around sheepishly by his dad, and quite likely you can be the one to boss him around as well. He's sort of a hopeless case.

Even if he is a bit wishy-washy, he's got a good heart, and good intentions, even though he may not have the force of personality to back himself up that much. He wants to help people, and be useful, even when he's got a lot of things going on already.

Duster is a total night owl. He likes to sleep in and stay up all night. He does not do well with early mornings. Expect him to sleep through any morning classes.

Duster is also a little odd, but I like to think it's odd in a good way. He can deal with an awful lot of weird situations and have the reaction of "huh, so that's what it is, huh?" And then he deals with it. He's sort of oddly stoic that way. Heck, this is a guy who broke into a castle full of ghosts and had no problem, none at all, in trading rotten éclairs for beef jerky from a ghost merchant. He just dealt with it. He's cool like that.

He doesn't let his emotions show that much, as pliable as he is. He tries to put his best foot forward (the right one) in all situations, with a simple smile and the belief that, eventually, things will work out for the best. This doesn't mean he doesn't have his moments of RAEG of course, it just means it takes an awful lot to get him riled up.

He's not stupid; he just acts a little bit like he is. He gets easily confused, and tends to take things at their face value. If you ask him to do something, give him explicit instructions. Make it clear and obvious. He's Duster, accept no substitutes.

Backstory: A long time ago in the future, when the world was almost finished with humanity, a small group of people escaped to the last place on earth without war, sailing in a white ship. When they landed in their new home, their minds were wiped, and they knew nothing of where they came from. Duster's first memory is from when he was five, of his father building a new house for himself. He's never known his mother.

Duster grew up in Tazmilly, a bit younger than Flint and Lighter and Hinawa – they were the older kids he looked up to. He and lived outside of town – Duster wasn't sure, exactly, what his father did for a living (not that anyone in Tazmilly really had a job, per se, bartering and all that) until he turned ten, and his father, Wes, told him it was time he picked up the family trade – thievery. Here's the interesting thing, neither Wes nor Duster ever robbed any of the people in Tazmilly. It was all sort of a "thieving-in-practice" sort of a thing. He was given instruction in the six tools of the thief's arts – staples, a feather on a stick, a noisy beetle, smoke bombs, a pendulum, and a scary, scary mask. During one of his father's many, many practice sessions with the wall staples, Duster fell from an improperly fastened wall staple, and broke his left leg. Wes had set the staples into the wall himself, and because he didn't want to explain what he was training his son to do, and his shame for putting Duster's life in actual danger, he decided to take care of the injury himself, and the bone didn't heal correctly, giving Duster a bad left leg and limp for the rest of his life.

Eventually Duster's friends grew up and had families of their own, and Duster, in his late teens, came to know the families his friends were starting to form. He wasn't good at much outside of what his father had been training him for, but he was there when houses needed help being built – the whole town would come out for such events.

He lived a relatively idyllic life – harried only by his father's constant training and exclamations of disappointment – until the night of the fire. He was dragged out of bed by Boney to help in the rescue effort of Hinawa, and was there when Flint flipped out and tried to kill everyone with his flaming deathstick.

After this, Duster's father sent him off to Osohe Castle to find the Hummingbird Egg, to try and. . . well Wes never made it very clear to Duster what it was supposed to do. Or what it was. Or where, exactly, it was. Or the little dance you have to do to get to it. So anyway, Duster's attempt to get the egg on his own was a resounding failure. So Wes took Duster back with him to Osohe Castle to get the thingygummy. And while there they met a spunky young girl with bright pink hair with her foot caught in a trap. Wes and Duster helped her get out of the trap and into Duster's heart. He thought she was kind of cute, but didn't say anything. Long story short, they find the thing and then get flushed out of the castle and Duster lost his memory and spent the next three years as a bassist for DCMC, the world's only most popular band.

He was surprisingly good at music, and took to it easily, though in the back of his head there was always the idea that he had forgotten to do something. Then a weird kid showed up and this pink-haired girl and they kidnapped him from his bandmates, telling him he was really Duster and not a totally cool bassist with an afro named Lucky. Eventually they got him to show them where he had hid the hummingbird egg and as he found it, he regained his lost memories.

And then the rest of the game happened: Psychopathic mushrooms, magical needles, cross-dressing magical dudes, yetis on skis, a limousine, being kidnapped and trussed up with some Mr. Saturns and the cardboard delights of New Pork City. Duster died got his ass kicked by the Masked Man, and then the next thing he knew, he was conscious and HOLY HELL THE MASKED WAS THAT ONE MISSING KID (WHAT'S HIS NAME? CLAUDE?) AND HE WAS DEAD and Lucas was crying and then he pulled the final needle and the world ended.

And then Duster woke up at this funny school.

Anything Else?:

Duster is a shockingly good musician. While he's most known for his bass playing, he's also had practice from the other band members on the keyboard and guitar, and he's decent on both.

Duster loves cheese.

Duster, for a guy with a limp, has amazing reflexes. This is actually a great thing for a thief to have – you just wouldn't imagine Duster being the guy to have them.

Duster loves his shoes.

Duster sort of. . . maybe. . . likes Kumatora. . . but he's afraid that she'd kill him if he said it.

Duster always carries his thief tools on his person. Where he keeps those wall staples is beyond anyone's conjecture.

Duster understands Mr. Saturns with but a soulful gaze into their little Mr. Saturn eyes.

In-Character 1st person writing sample (journal): Lucas? Lucas are you there? Lucas, are you using these weird happy boxes? I didn't know this would happen when you pulled that last needle.

Is anyone else here? Kumatora? Boney? Flint? I met this giant hand sort of a fellow and he asked me to teach music. I signed a contract, I guess. I'm not sure, I didn't pay that much attention.

Lucas, was your heart full of giant hands?

In-Character 3rd person writing post:

Duster snuck sneakily down the hallway, using all of his most thiefly skills. No-one would see him; he would be unseeable, unseen, sneaking sneakily in his sneakers down the hall – he was a ghost, a ghost with some pretty awesome shoes and a little goatee and too-tight 70's pants.

He was approaching his target. Oh yes, there it was. The object of his heart's desires. What any real man would go for, if only he could. And it would be his – all his.

With a swift, totally badass looking move, his hand darted in and grabbed it. The door shut behind him, leaving him, just for a tiny moment, backlit, and then lost in shadows. He then let himself taste his sweet, sweet victory.

Duster loved midnight-snack-cheese-run time way more than anyone had any right to.