Post by Cerulean on Jan 31, 2014 5:25:22 GMT
Cerulean Blue
Name: [REDACTED], goes by "Stray"
Age: 32 (stopped aging, biologically 24)
Birthplace: Manchester, England
Residence: none, drifter; typically the Prism
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 162
Ethnicity: white
Appearance: Skinny but athletic build. Fairly pale with dark, mid-length hair and vivid blue eyes. Black crescent moon marking on the back of right hand. Elongated canines. Typical wear is a brown tweed overcoat, light blue button up/undershirt, heavily worn jeans, sturdy boots, and a wide-brimmed black hat while traveling.
Personality: Cold and standoffish to most, and fairly blunt in his opinions. Though he formerly prized honor above all things, he believes the practice to be foolish in this new world, reflected by his stealthy and underhanded fighting style. Prefers to avoid combat if possible. He is a simple man at his core, but a life of hardship and death has molded him into the stoic warrior he is today. His trust is not easily earned, but he will protect those he cares for to the bitter end. Worships Enceladus, a spirit claiming to personify a far-off moon, though he keeps this discreet. Dislikes obnoxious people and very intense light, sound, scent, or taste; loves the night, a nice place to rest, and warm tea.
Abilities: As the Herald of Enceladus, Stray's senses are augmented to superhuman levels; however, this is both an advantage and a curse. He can see perfectly in complete darkness, but does not adjust well to normal to bright light; He can hear a cat's footsteps, but anything above a yell is incredibly painful; his acute sense of smell allows him to identify people by their scents, but strong odors can drive him mad. He can manually activate his adrenaline, allowing him to process information so quickly that the world seems to slow, his energy seemingly limitless and his speed inhuman. During this, his immediate surroundings become incredibly cold (enough to freeze where his feet fall), and his eyes shine with eldritch light. This ability requires great focus, and given enough time, it will take its toll and he may need to rest or even black out. His weapon is a blade of an unearthly, flawless "pearl" that shimmers like moonlight through a frozen lake. It requires no upkeep, as it doesn't seem to chip or take any sort of damage.
(WIP)
Name: [REDACTED], goes by "Stray"
Age: 32 (stopped aging, biologically 24)
Birthplace: Manchester, England
Residence: none, drifter; typically the Prism
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 162
Ethnicity: white
Appearance: Skinny but athletic build. Fairly pale with dark, mid-length hair and vivid blue eyes. Black crescent moon marking on the back of right hand. Elongated canines. Typical wear is a brown tweed overcoat, light blue button up/undershirt, heavily worn jeans, sturdy boots, and a wide-brimmed black hat while traveling.
Personality: Cold and standoffish to most, and fairly blunt in his opinions. Though he formerly prized honor above all things, he believes the practice to be foolish in this new world, reflected by his stealthy and underhanded fighting style. Prefers to avoid combat if possible. He is a simple man at his core, but a life of hardship and death has molded him into the stoic warrior he is today. His trust is not easily earned, but he will protect those he cares for to the bitter end. Worships Enceladus, a spirit claiming to personify a far-off moon, though he keeps this discreet. Dislikes obnoxious people and very intense light, sound, scent, or taste; loves the night, a nice place to rest, and warm tea.
Abilities: As the Herald of Enceladus, Stray's senses are augmented to superhuman levels; however, this is both an advantage and a curse. He can see perfectly in complete darkness, but does not adjust well to normal to bright light; He can hear a cat's footsteps, but anything above a yell is incredibly painful; his acute sense of smell allows him to identify people by their scents, but strong odors can drive him mad. He can manually activate his adrenaline, allowing him to process information so quickly that the world seems to slow, his energy seemingly limitless and his speed inhuman. During this, his immediate surroundings become incredibly cold (enough to freeze where his feet fall), and his eyes shine with eldritch light. This ability requires great focus, and given enough time, it will take its toll and he may need to rest or even black out. His weapon is a blade of an unearthly, flawless "pearl" that shimmers like moonlight through a frozen lake. It requires no upkeep, as it doesn't seem to chip or take any sort of damage.
(WIP)