Tinmeroshin T'Farcou

[Tinmeroshin]

Name: Tinmeroshin T'Farcou (Tin-meer-oh-shin Far-crow)
Age: 12
Height: 4' 07"
Weight: 96 lbs.
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Personality:

| Loyal | Passionate | Resourceful | Observant | Dynamic |
| Jealous | Cowardly | Suspicious | Unyielding |

Although unconscious of it himself, Tinmeroshin's body language is powerful in compensation for his tendency to dodge situations he would have difficulty confronting directly; from pulling his arms and/or legs closer to his body in a bout of anxiety, to maintaining a strong eye-contact to show genuine interest. However his confidence isn't always collapsing beneath him. He is creative and delves into craft and building — even if his foundation is still weak. Although a tree-house that he built looks to be sliding off the branches and gives anyone who touches it a wicked splinter, he would never be discouraged enough to quit. The act of channeling all of his best efforts into a project is what he loves, and a good end result is what he strives to achieve. With strong aspiration to get things done to earn respect, he rarely accepts help at the risk that his achievements will be divided among a number of people. Although often separating himself from others, he does not necessarily look down upon them — it can he hard to stand out in a crowd, so Tinmeroshin chooses to step away and be recognized as an individual.

Although someone with tendency to hold grudges, and even to seek out vengeance, Tinmeroshin would never forget to repay kindness given to him. Even in a desolate wasteland he would go out of his way to look underneath each stone and filter through every last grain of sand until he found the most beautiful flower to offer to you as gratitude.

A powerful eye for detail and a remarkable memory are influenced by his observant nature and desire to understand everything that he can. His thirst for knowledge, understanding and power are not quenched by just a sip from the fountain of wisdom, and until he has understood what is most important, his gluttony will consume everything until nothing is left. Little else can bring out his courage than his unwavering curiosity — the more he can learn, the closer he believes he is to resolution, but in reality this belief plunges him deeper into denial.

Ever lively, he frequently participates in sparring competitions against others in a demonstration of strength and endurance while typically ranking at an intermediate level. His victories almost always show him at his best, using fluid motions and compiling strategies while under the pressure of combat. However, in an upset, the majority of his losses have come about because he impulsively forfeits. He squanders his own talent when the odds seem to be stacked against him — if the opponent seems much stronger than himself, he will either freeze or retreat.

Harassment that was carved into him stemmed from childish teasing to even physical bulling due to his odd, and by (Demon) norms, reprehensible behavior. Far exceeding "overly cautious", Tinmeroshin is labeled as a coward by his peers. This problem has been nurtured by overprotective older brother, Aeska. He acts as a barrier and often uses physical force to rescue his brother from any shape of tormenter to keep him safe and happy. Although his love for his younger brother is true, he is also acting consciously in manipulating his brother's development in order to ensure that he will remain dependant on Aeska; Tinmeroshin is to remain a constant audience which will admire the older brother in everything he does. Subject to conflicting desires, Tinmeroshin is on the other hand educated fervently by his father on the most vital trait he feels one should have: loyalty.

The courage to maintain this loyalty is what he lacks. Without experience or the encouragement to apply his potential, and had he been presented with an opponent stronger than himself, he would sooner try to preserve his own life by fleeing instead of trying to protect something dear — essentially being overprotected fed into his existing insecurities.

There are many hurdles in which the young Tinmeroshin must still strive to overcome, but despite this he has proven himself formidable when his courage exists to challenge others twice his age. He encompasses the strength of a prodigy inside the body of a child that cannot yet let go of insecurities.

Even with the physical brawn that would make a grown man feel like an infant, he struggles internally to find himself.

Background:

He descends from a family of demons not particularly known for inciting excessive evils onto the world, though with a few exceptions. The family is reserved and rather isolated, most children within even the extended family branches being home-schooled by specially selected tutors or other family members. This leads overall social skill to suffer in the next generations, and Tinmeroshin is of no exception.

Math and sciences are usually put on the back-burner for games and sparring, most of the family focus on building character through battles rather than reading the next greatest book. They are generally considered to be uncivilized for neglecting the practice of education since it is the backbone of industrialized society, but despite this they are not always a very hostile family. This has been a source of bullying for Tinmeroshin, but he has acquired more accepting peers within the family territories.

Roleplay Sample:

So this is the guy, he wondered. But I really don’t want to get close to him…

No older than twelve, the boy sidled along a brick wall and peered carefully into the alley with a pair of youthful, round eyes locked on the shady figure of Skull and his pet accomplice. In his hesitance, his eyes fell to the drained corpse that was abandoned on the floor with the stench of rot already attracting buzzing flies.

I really don’t want to, he decided with a wicked cringe.

Tinmeroshin’s soft skin was dark and with a slight gray saturation to its pigmentation, while his scruffy ivory hair was soaked by the rain and clung to his round face. His red t-shirt and dark pants were weighed down and equally drenched, each raindrop pulling the fabric as it dropped from the woolen threads.

He looked away from Skull and heaved a sigh, pressing his back against the wall and slumping forward in premature defeat.

Why would brother even hang around with this guy, he thought. They’re nothing alike!

...

It was almost as if the entire world beyond the alley had fallen mute, only the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall as Skull approached.

Run, his mind screamed over and over again. Run, run, run!
His heart pounded against his chest as he turned to flee, kicking up water that had collected on the gravel underfoot. Skull’s question fell on deaf ears as the boy began his race out of the alley, though only to enclose the distance between himself and the woman, Ileanna.

...

As the voice penetrated through his skull, Tinmeroshin was thrown for a loop in surprise, as if someone had snuck up behind him. In his sloppy haste running across the road, he stubbed his toe against the cement sidewalk and was thrown forward, flat on his face into a puddle.
Muddy water was tossed into the air, his foot and face both red and stinging.
.”Ahh, ahh..,” he groaned, cupping his nose with his hands as he sat up and strung a line of colorful dialog beneath his breath.

Other (Abilities, etc):
Enhanced Physical Strength: Tinmeroshin has learned to isolate, condense, and apply energy. He can manipulate areas of his body to intensify energy which increases muscle mass and overall strength fed into the muscles. In advanced degree concentrations, it may even cause temporary muscle enlargement of the body part. His strength exceeds that of a human body-builder, but he is still fairly limited in endurance.

Transmogrification (Berserk): Transformation into a powerful twin-mouthed beast. The second (lower) mouth contains anti-coagulant saliva and a long tongue with scale-blades coating the surface.

Breaking Point: An imminent death situation. All chances of survival are thrown out of the window — ensnared with a blade to his throat, and/or psychological torment powerful enough to beckon fourth suicide. Too young to have had a life to yet live, it remains his ultimate, most precious goal.


HP: 7
Physical Attack: 10
Physical Defense: 7
Special Attack: 0
Special Defense: 5
Speed: 3
Agility: 6
Skill: 7
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 5