Post by suicidecircle on Aug 18, 2011 5:27:32 GMT -6
Name: Circle Anansi Kysabse
Age: 14
Height: 5"0
Weight: 109 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Wraith/Kirbi, if you'll allow it (case explained below)
Appearance: Short, scrawny, pale. His skin looks white with a slight grey or blue tint to it. His eyes are completely black, and so is the inside of his mouth/inside of his body. He bleeds black if attacked, because although he's dead he still has a corpse-like physical body. His hair is shaggy and slightly clumpy, a brown so dark it might as well be black. His face is gaunt and dull, devoid of emotion, his nose slightly crooked. His lips are thin and chapped, often bleeding, as well as his finger tips. He constantly is picking at them or biting them, and sometimes his fingers get gnawed down to stubs of bone.
From the corner of his mouth on either side, there are large gashes that go up through the middle of his cheeks, almost to his ears. It gives him a large, fake smile. His whole body looks like it's littered in scars, most probably being self-inflicted. He is usually wearing dull, baggy clothes, such as sweaters or large shirts. He rarely bothers with pants or shoes, since he's dead and doesn't feel much.
Personality: On most days, he's quiet and reserved and often keeps to himself, unless he feels the need to 'consume' more energy. He's easily enraged and easily distraught, and finds it easier to talk to non-humans because they either wont get sick or are 'better'. If anyone does talk to him and get a conversation going, he is willing to talk; usually he mentions something about angels, and how once his work is done he might have the grace of meeting one. He used to be a good little boy, and he does have morals, but he also thinks of everyone as undeserving of life until they prove otherwise.
Background: Born to a white, geneticist male, and a native storyteller female, he could have had a good life had his father not 'enhanced' him before, during, and after birth. What his father was trying to accomplish, no one was sure. Whatever he had been doing had been under the watch of the government, and so Circle had spent a few years as a lab rat. Because of this, his mother killed herself in shame.
He was supposed to be some kind of super soldier test, a prototype weapon. However, he didn't end up staying in the arms of the government for long. Obviously, his life was rather short since he died at the age of fourteen.
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Roleplay Sample: I don't know if you meant an intro or post, but for now I'll just put one of my recent posts that's a little bit short, and probably wont make much sense.
Other (Abilities, etc): Usually his mere presence has an effect on those around him; someone trips, something breaks, someone thinks a horrible thing. If he concentrates hard enough, he can sometimes suppress his disease, but it's always there. The only people who would probably be able to be around him are angels, demons, virdan, kirbi, wraiths, ghosts, androids, uh. Yeah. If people are around him for awhile, say about 15-30 minutes, they'll start to feel ill. They might think it's a flu or something, but eventually they'll need to vomit and will keep doing so until they dry heave or puke blood. Basically anything living and not super powerful would start to get sick, with humans being the most vulnerable probably. I think it's highly possible androids etc might still be effected by the bad luck, but I am probably getting way out of hand.
Breaking Point: Being alive is definitely first and foremost. When he's living and breathing, he feels the worst; his skin is too sensitive, his body is too small, and he can hear way too much. He feels as though the warmth of life is the souls of the dead pressing in on him. Any time he's alive he'll likely start picking himself apart, and escalate from mutilation to suicide as swiftly as his surroundings will let him. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, and he's paranoid to the nines; he jumps and screams and wont let people touch him easily. Nobody would bother getting to know him enough to want to touch him, though.
Anyway, I guess his first time coming back to life will be extra bad, hehehe.
HP:
Physical Attack:
Physical Defense:
Special Attack:10
Special Defense:
Speed:10
Agility:10
Skill:10
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 10
Requests: Welp, he's a dead kid with a vengeance. He's got a suicide complex and is out to get as many people as possible. He's on some kind of cleansing path, picking and choosing whoever he pleases. He usually veers more towards negative people, but he kills ruthlessly. Anyway, basically what he does is infects people. He brings out all of the worst thoughts, the baddest feelings, the most terrible luck. Things start going wrong really fast for the victim, and most people are prone to worse and worse accidents or misfortune, until eventually they kill themselves or are killed. On some occasions, people jump right into the suicide bin.
So, I guess because of the energy thing, he feels as though by draining people and taking their life forces, he's collecting things. If you'll allow me to go even further, which I don't expect and will take no offense to if you refuse, I would love it if he was often brought back to life, just because every now and then he would get an abundance of energy by accident, from killing too many at once I guess? uh but yeah, it'd be cool if he kept killing himself in order to stay in his wraith form. Idk man, I'd be up to just discussing this over pm or something, I am getting kind of silly.
Age: 14
Height: 5"0
Weight: 109 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Wraith/Kirbi, if you'll allow it (case explained below)
Appearance: Short, scrawny, pale. His skin looks white with a slight grey or blue tint to it. His eyes are completely black, and so is the inside of his mouth/inside of his body. He bleeds black if attacked, because although he's dead he still has a corpse-like physical body. His hair is shaggy and slightly clumpy, a brown so dark it might as well be black. His face is gaunt and dull, devoid of emotion, his nose slightly crooked. His lips are thin and chapped, often bleeding, as well as his finger tips. He constantly is picking at them or biting them, and sometimes his fingers get gnawed down to stubs of bone.
From the corner of his mouth on either side, there are large gashes that go up through the middle of his cheeks, almost to his ears. It gives him a large, fake smile. His whole body looks like it's littered in scars, most probably being self-inflicted. He is usually wearing dull, baggy clothes, such as sweaters or large shirts. He rarely bothers with pants or shoes, since he's dead and doesn't feel much.
Personality: On most days, he's quiet and reserved and often keeps to himself, unless he feels the need to 'consume' more energy. He's easily enraged and easily distraught, and finds it easier to talk to non-humans because they either wont get sick or are 'better'. If anyone does talk to him and get a conversation going, he is willing to talk; usually he mentions something about angels, and how once his work is done he might have the grace of meeting one. He used to be a good little boy, and he does have morals, but he also thinks of everyone as undeserving of life until they prove otherwise.
Background: Born to a white, geneticist male, and a native storyteller female, he could have had a good life had his father not 'enhanced' him before, during, and after birth. What his father was trying to accomplish, no one was sure. Whatever he had been doing had been under the watch of the government, and so Circle had spent a few years as a lab rat. Because of this, his mother killed herself in shame.
He was supposed to be some kind of super soldier test, a prototype weapon. However, he didn't end up staying in the arms of the government for long. Obviously, his life was rather short since he died at the age of fourteen.
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Roleplay Sample: I don't know if you meant an intro or post, but for now I'll just put one of my recent posts that's a little bit short, and probably wont make much sense.
Upon his arrival, Nino had still been asleep. The carpet had fetched him a patched quilt, but had just tossed it over his whole body. It made him look like an acid-cut cadaver, all weird bumps and odd colors. Before taking anything out of his suitcase, he began to toss things back in by pointing at them and then trailing his finger to the bag. Shelves, desks, chairs, boxes, tables, lamps, curtains, couches, benches, and an assortment of other items packed themselves up neatly, and soon enough the room was a lot more spacious, a lot larger than it had looked before.
Feeling mildly accomplished, he was going to set a few things up but Nino spoke. Machi hadn't really realized the boy was awake, of course, but when he heard him he walked over. “Yes, actually, I am. Is something the matter?” The boy sat up and Machi pulled the quilt off, wondering where the carpet had disappeared too (and why it hadn't insisted on being tipped for its services). “Huh,” He added, an eyebrow raising. “If that isn't awkward to wake up to. How are you feeling? Here, let me just go find something to clean you up with.”
He turned and took a step, stopped, and picked up the organ. He kicked his suit case and a large jar popped out. He placed it in there, rather carelessly, and then dug around until he pulled out a few towels, a large blue water bottle, and a pair of rainbow pajama pants. Briefly, he frowned, and dug around a little more, but everything else he could find wasn't much better. He supposed it didn't matter what Nino wore, anyway. “Here you go,” He said, and tossed him the towels. “I found something you can change into for now, and I've got some water. I guess you can't hold it, can you?” He sighed again. “You really need some hands, or some tentacles.”
Feeling mildly accomplished, he was going to set a few things up but Nino spoke. Machi hadn't really realized the boy was awake, of course, but when he heard him he walked over. “Yes, actually, I am. Is something the matter?” The boy sat up and Machi pulled the quilt off, wondering where the carpet had disappeared too (and why it hadn't insisted on being tipped for its services). “Huh,” He added, an eyebrow raising. “If that isn't awkward to wake up to. How are you feeling? Here, let me just go find something to clean you up with.”
He turned and took a step, stopped, and picked up the organ. He kicked his suit case and a large jar popped out. He placed it in there, rather carelessly, and then dug around until he pulled out a few towels, a large blue water bottle, and a pair of rainbow pajama pants. Briefly, he frowned, and dug around a little more, but everything else he could find wasn't much better. He supposed it didn't matter what Nino wore, anyway. “Here you go,” He said, and tossed him the towels. “I found something you can change into for now, and I've got some water. I guess you can't hold it, can you?” He sighed again. “You really need some hands, or some tentacles.”
Other (Abilities, etc): Usually his mere presence has an effect on those around him; someone trips, something breaks, someone thinks a horrible thing. If he concentrates hard enough, he can sometimes suppress his disease, but it's always there. The only people who would probably be able to be around him are angels, demons, virdan, kirbi, wraiths, ghosts, androids, uh. Yeah. If people are around him for awhile, say about 15-30 minutes, they'll start to feel ill. They might think it's a flu or something, but eventually they'll need to vomit and will keep doing so until they dry heave or puke blood. Basically anything living and not super powerful would start to get sick, with humans being the most vulnerable probably. I think it's highly possible androids etc might still be effected by the bad luck, but I am probably getting way out of hand.
Breaking Point: Being alive is definitely first and foremost. When he's living and breathing, he feels the worst; his skin is too sensitive, his body is too small, and he can hear way too much. He feels as though the warmth of life is the souls of the dead pressing in on him. Any time he's alive he'll likely start picking himself apart, and escalate from mutilation to suicide as swiftly as his surroundings will let him. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, and he's paranoid to the nines; he jumps and screams and wont let people touch him easily. Nobody would bother getting to know him enough to want to touch him, though.
Anyway, I guess his first time coming back to life will be extra bad, hehehe.
HP:
Physical Attack:
Physical Defense:
Special Attack:10
Special Defense:
Speed:10
Agility:10
Skill:10
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 10
Requests: Welp, he's a dead kid with a vengeance. He's got a suicide complex and is out to get as many people as possible. He's on some kind of cleansing path, picking and choosing whoever he pleases. He usually veers more towards negative people, but he kills ruthlessly. Anyway, basically what he does is infects people. He brings out all of the worst thoughts, the baddest feelings, the most terrible luck. Things start going wrong really fast for the victim, and most people are prone to worse and worse accidents or misfortune, until eventually they kill themselves or are killed. On some occasions, people jump right into the suicide bin.
So, I guess because of the energy thing, he feels as though by draining people and taking their life forces, he's collecting things. If you'll allow me to go even further, which I don't expect and will take no offense to if you refuse, I would love it if he was often brought back to life, just because every now and then he would get an abundance of energy by accident, from killing too many at once I guess? uh but yeah, it'd be cool if he kept killing himself in order to stay in his wraith form. Idk man, I'd be up to just discussing this over pm or something, I am getting kind of silly.