Post by Calix on Feb 21, 2011 14:42:32 GMT -6
Name: Calix, pronounced Cale-ix. Because of this, his nickname, or human name, is Cale.
Age: Unknown, but easily over a thousand, maybe two.
Height: Varies, usually a little tall for his percieved age
Weight: Varies, but always low in relation to the height
Gender: Unfixed, it's a defaultly formless energy being. However, he has decided that he's mentally male, (only barely) and his form usually reflects this.
Race: Djinn
Appearance: His default appearance, which he used when he was free and uses when he has enough sway over his form, is a skinny, slightly childlike and very effeminate/androgynous younger male, probably around the age of eighteen. His skin is dead pale while his eyes and hair are both completely and perfectly black, causing a contrast that he mirrors with his clothing - he rarely wears any colors that would not show up exactly the same on a black and white TV. When appearing for a new master for the first time, he usually ends up in one of his favorite outfits, a full, old fashioned black and white suit, partly because it portrays a sort of butler, and most people hope their djinn will be that compliant. He wears this suit as much as he can, and while he may remove piece of it temporarily, like the jacket, he generally does not like wearing anything else, even while fighting.
However, his appearance is not always his choice. If asked, or imagined, to don something more casual, he will usually go a simple white shirt and black jeans, sometimes with a black jacket. His hair also changes lengths for comfort, defaulting to a length that requires a very small ponytail, which is tied with a white band. He owns white gloves for both forms, the street clothes version are fingerless. However, he does not always wear them.
Even if imagined by someone with a completely different idea of how he should look, the main constant is that he always makes himself as beautfiul, in his eyes, as he can. No reason to waste the ability to be anyone, especially when there can be the added bonus of your master actually being nervous to talk to you.
When appearing as a girl, his outfits rarely change, nor do his basic physical features, making her an obvious tomboy. This mirrors his usually effeminate male appearance quite well - unless the master is really, really looking for a curvy girl or a muscular man, he stays very close to androgyny.
Appearance based on this character, his suit is exactly the same.
Personality: If anything, he is professional. He treats the lifestyle of a Djinn like the career of, say, a butler, and does his best to please his master when he has one. However, due to years spent sitting in self-pity while analyzing sentence structures, he is very good at twisting around commands. He seems to have made it a policy that his master only gets nine out of ten requests answered seriously, and that the remainder is taken literally or warped, a play on their words, usually resulting in a hardcore sort of practical joke. To his disdain, he has yet to find a master who finds this amusing at all, though he doubts they saw it coming the first time. The contrast of his proper and refined side, to his playful and truly Djinn-like side, is obvious from the first time he sneaks into conversation that maybe you two could go to the theatre some time. Who said it had to be all work and no play for Djinn? Surely he deserves to be taken out for treats every once in a while...
Background: He was born to the usual set of grumpy human-haters, and during the first few decades of his life, he too held the impression that they were horrible, greedy slave drivers. This impression was aided when him and his parents were bottled and sold off to presumably seperate corners of the Earth. Life was hard, he was treated very unpleasantly, and sometimes he began to think that the only way he could find happiness in life was to become masochistic. He gave up on that idea after the first couple centuries, if he recalls correctly. He also gave up on rage, hatred, depression, and insanity. They all had gotten him nowhere, he always had to do what his master told him anyway.
It was life-altering moment when he was freed for one of the first times, and realized that he wanted to go into the business of personal servant. He was good at it. He enjoyed it. The only reason he didn't originally want to do it was because he was forced to, that and the hours were terrible. Of course, this was a high risk job if your master dabbled in supernatural studies and noticed certain things about you, and it was all too easy to become their suddenly unpaid and bottled slave. Still, he saw no reason to expand his horizons. He had work ethic, and he'd choose the job over and over again during his free years. His most recent master, an 80s businessman, sold him when he had finished wishing, and his 'ancient and authentic genie bottle' (the man had actually bought him a traditional black Djinn bottle, which he found very considerate but slightly tacky) has been in the collection of a private collector since.
Due to stock troubles, it will soon be up for public auction.
Roleplay Sample:
"So, no tricks?"
"Not unless mistress is so careless with her wording that I'd have trouble resisting," Calix responded with a smile, still standing in the same place and pose that he had been summoned.
"And you're a genie? I must say I was expecting more... traditional attire. You look more like a high-end sort of servant. But no matter, I don't care if you grow an extra set of eyes and some wings, as long as the stories are true." If they were, this would be the best birthday present she had ever recieved. She would thank her husband for it, if she had any intention of staying married to him when she could now afford to marry the wealthiest suitor. Perhaps even a prince. Or, perhaps she would simply live alone, independantly. She certainly didn't need anyone now, no one but this young servant.
Calix forced his smile slightly wider, bowing slightly. It took great self-restraint not to morph his body how she had described it - partially because it was in her mind, but mostly because it would have been very amusing. However, he did not want the first impression fo a trickster. "I doubt the realism of the stories you've heard, but the basic premise is the same. If this form is not pleasing, feel free to tell me. However, if we could proceed to your requests..."
It was the womans turn to smile. "Ha, of course. The sooner I ask for wealth, land and glory, the sooner you're free to go. Assuming I don't just sell you off when I'm done, for profit. Or keep you locked my private chambers - which I will be expecting soon - so no man will use you to become my equal. Or simply continue using you for every little thing, til the day I die! You are a servant, are you not?"
The smile turned to a grimace. "Yes, and I was even beginning to like you until a moment ago. I suppose we'll see how that goes. Anything else?"
"No. You will grant me a palace tomorrow. For now, I will sleep in my own bed, and you shall sleep in your bottle. Perhaps I'll let you have a room some day, if you behave." She was certainly enjoying this.
To Cale's great amusement and relief, his bottle was stolen the next day.
Other (Abilities, etc): He has the same powers as any other Djinn. His favorite 'technique', however, seems to be making items appear out of thin air. He frequently dreams up items, food, clothing, etc. for himself and his master, whether they ask him to or not.
Breaking point: If a piece of his favorite antique tea set were to be smashed.
HP: 3
Physical Attack: 0... Also, I'm pretty sure he'd break a nail.
Physical Defense: 0
Special Attack: 9
Special Defense: 6
Speed: 7
Agility: 8
Skill: 9
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 8
Age: Unknown, but easily over a thousand, maybe two.
Height: Varies, usually a little tall for his percieved age
Weight: Varies, but always low in relation to the height
Gender: Unfixed, it's a defaultly formless energy being. However, he has decided that he's mentally male, (only barely) and his form usually reflects this.
Race: Djinn
Appearance: His default appearance, which he used when he was free and uses when he has enough sway over his form, is a skinny, slightly childlike and very effeminate/androgynous younger male, probably around the age of eighteen. His skin is dead pale while his eyes and hair are both completely and perfectly black, causing a contrast that he mirrors with his clothing - he rarely wears any colors that would not show up exactly the same on a black and white TV. When appearing for a new master for the first time, he usually ends up in one of his favorite outfits, a full, old fashioned black and white suit, partly because it portrays a sort of butler, and most people hope their djinn will be that compliant. He wears this suit as much as he can, and while he may remove piece of it temporarily, like the jacket, he generally does not like wearing anything else, even while fighting.
However, his appearance is not always his choice. If asked, or imagined, to don something more casual, he will usually go a simple white shirt and black jeans, sometimes with a black jacket. His hair also changes lengths for comfort, defaulting to a length that requires a very small ponytail, which is tied with a white band. He owns white gloves for both forms, the street clothes version are fingerless. However, he does not always wear them.
Even if imagined by someone with a completely different idea of how he should look, the main constant is that he always makes himself as beautfiul, in his eyes, as he can. No reason to waste the ability to be anyone, especially when there can be the added bonus of your master actually being nervous to talk to you.
When appearing as a girl, his outfits rarely change, nor do his basic physical features, making her an obvious tomboy. This mirrors his usually effeminate male appearance quite well - unless the master is really, really looking for a curvy girl or a muscular man, he stays very close to androgyny.
Appearance based on this character, his suit is exactly the same.
Personality: If anything, he is professional. He treats the lifestyle of a Djinn like the career of, say, a butler, and does his best to please his master when he has one. However, due to years spent sitting in self-pity while analyzing sentence structures, he is very good at twisting around commands. He seems to have made it a policy that his master only gets nine out of ten requests answered seriously, and that the remainder is taken literally or warped, a play on their words, usually resulting in a hardcore sort of practical joke. To his disdain, he has yet to find a master who finds this amusing at all, though he doubts they saw it coming the first time. The contrast of his proper and refined side, to his playful and truly Djinn-like side, is obvious from the first time he sneaks into conversation that maybe you two could go to the theatre some time. Who said it had to be all work and no play for Djinn? Surely he deserves to be taken out for treats every once in a while...
Background: He was born to the usual set of grumpy human-haters, and during the first few decades of his life, he too held the impression that they were horrible, greedy slave drivers. This impression was aided when him and his parents were bottled and sold off to presumably seperate corners of the Earth. Life was hard, he was treated very unpleasantly, and sometimes he began to think that the only way he could find happiness in life was to become masochistic. He gave up on that idea after the first couple centuries, if he recalls correctly. He also gave up on rage, hatred, depression, and insanity. They all had gotten him nowhere, he always had to do what his master told him anyway.
It was life-altering moment when he was freed for one of the first times, and realized that he wanted to go into the business of personal servant. He was good at it. He enjoyed it. The only reason he didn't originally want to do it was because he was forced to, that and the hours were terrible. Of course, this was a high risk job if your master dabbled in supernatural studies and noticed certain things about you, and it was all too easy to become their suddenly unpaid and bottled slave. Still, he saw no reason to expand his horizons. He had work ethic, and he'd choose the job over and over again during his free years. His most recent master, an 80s businessman, sold him when he had finished wishing, and his 'ancient and authentic genie bottle' (the man had actually bought him a traditional black Djinn bottle, which he found very considerate but slightly tacky) has been in the collection of a private collector since.
Due to stock troubles, it will soon be up for public auction.
Roleplay Sample:
"So, no tricks?"
"Not unless mistress is so careless with her wording that I'd have trouble resisting," Calix responded with a smile, still standing in the same place and pose that he had been summoned.
"And you're a genie? I must say I was expecting more... traditional attire. You look more like a high-end sort of servant. But no matter, I don't care if you grow an extra set of eyes and some wings, as long as the stories are true." If they were, this would be the best birthday present she had ever recieved. She would thank her husband for it, if she had any intention of staying married to him when she could now afford to marry the wealthiest suitor. Perhaps even a prince. Or, perhaps she would simply live alone, independantly. She certainly didn't need anyone now, no one but this young servant.
Calix forced his smile slightly wider, bowing slightly. It took great self-restraint not to morph his body how she had described it - partially because it was in her mind, but mostly because it would have been very amusing. However, he did not want the first impression fo a trickster. "I doubt the realism of the stories you've heard, but the basic premise is the same. If this form is not pleasing, feel free to tell me. However, if we could proceed to your requests..."
It was the womans turn to smile. "Ha, of course. The sooner I ask for wealth, land and glory, the sooner you're free to go. Assuming I don't just sell you off when I'm done, for profit. Or keep you locked my private chambers - which I will be expecting soon - so no man will use you to become my equal. Or simply continue using you for every little thing, til the day I die! You are a servant, are you not?"
The smile turned to a grimace. "Yes, and I was even beginning to like you until a moment ago. I suppose we'll see how that goes. Anything else?"
"No. You will grant me a palace tomorrow. For now, I will sleep in my own bed, and you shall sleep in your bottle. Perhaps I'll let you have a room some day, if you behave." She was certainly enjoying this.
To Cale's great amusement and relief, his bottle was stolen the next day.
Other (Abilities, etc): He has the same powers as any other Djinn. His favorite 'technique', however, seems to be making items appear out of thin air. He frequently dreams up items, food, clothing, etc. for himself and his master, whether they ask him to or not.
Breaking point: If a piece of his favorite antique tea set were to be smashed.
HP: 3
Physical Attack: 0... Also, I'm pretty sure he'd break a nail.
Physical Defense: 0
Special Attack: 9
Special Defense: 6
Speed: 7
Agility: 8
Skill: 9
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 8