Post by Velareksil on Mar 6, 2011 17:45:39 GMT -4
And then it was due time that I made the one character I've been dying to make since...yeah, then. Time to greet the cruel angel~
And also to balance out the massive second year chick vs. guy difference.
I think my attempt at humanizing the devil just failed miserably. I've been fascinated with this concept for such a long time, who'd have thought it'd still fail? ;;
Name: [Sen-NAI-eth Keer-ICK-s]
Nickname: Dove, Crow, Concordia, Eris, Seth, Sena, Sen, Ether, Icarus
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Year: Second Year
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Relationship Status: Forever alone.
Religious Beliefs: Ahhahhaha...funny...
Appearance/Wardrobe:
Apparel
To put it shortly, he looks like a little girl that somehow wondered onto high school property.
Fascinatingly short, stands at about 4'9". This child is very fleshy. His skin is of a relatively pale beige colour and incredibly soft and easily torn. His hands, especially, are very soft, small, and warm. Fingernails are generally kept relatively long, though they reflect very little malice. His eyes are large and of a dark taupe colour. They're generally very wide and flicker with a rosy brown colour at times. They are usually very elusive, however tend to reflect a sort of limbo when looked into successfully. Eyelashes are very long and very darkly coloured. Eyebrows are thin and lightly coloured. Ears are small and neatly pierced. His lips are thin and hold a very bright red colour, as he likes to bite them constantly. Nose is small and undefined. Overall face is rather fleshy and childish. It tends to reflect a very innocent form of apathy when he's alone. Neck is ever so slightly elongated, the rest is relatively proportional to the average 10-year old. He keeps his hair at a diagonal slant in the back to make a nice and even ponytail about 4 inches over his shoulder, which he ties off with a string and some bells. Hair itself is thick and of a light golden colour.
In general he appears to be relatively delicate, and though not considerably weak, he couldn't be considered strong. He is able to hold his ground, as his grip is very tight and his nails sharp. His canines are extremely knife-like. He's easily knocked over, though, like a bowling pin, and keeps his distance accordingly.
He has very prominent crescent shaped scars on his arms toward the elbow joint and around his neck. This is from clutching his own arms and neck when he feels sick with his remarkable grip and nails. Smart kid, that he is.
Attire
Puffy hat~
Always. Because Vel has a strange obsession with them so long as they do not rest on her head.
Wears small charm bracelets around his right, keeps a hand-made bracelet on the left. Earrings consist of small, gently ringing bells.
Generally wears a dark magenta hooded jacket of a velvety material, and a lightly coloured loosely fitting t-shirt beneath. Very rarely takes off his jacket, though, and hood is usually down. Lightweight black wings are attached to the back of it. Feathers, cotton, and a base of a card-stock-esque material. Usually wears darkly coloured jean shorts. Also wears a cream coloured silken scarf around his neck. Nice and frilly, it is.
This kid tends to disregard formalities entirely and keeps to his usual attire. He'd wear it to a funeral, I swear. Incredibly hot weather squeezes him out of his coat, but rarely his scarf. Cold forces him into legitimate pants, but that's generally a given. Outside of that, though, he won't really do anything.
Personality:
A sadistic masochist. He's more or less immune to physical pain, but loves emotional pain and feels it most strongly when others are in the same state of mind. I can't say he's necessarily capable of empathy, rather I'd label it as a form of sickly remorse or helplessness, as he's usually the cause. His laugh is very soft and very calm, and he laughs naturally only in the presence of tears possessed by either himself or others. An incredibly demonic child that will build a reliance only to disappear. He's patient with his prey, dedicating anywhere from days to decades, and enjoys messing with the human psyche very much.
In that sense, he's relatively good at socializing, enjoying more the exploration of the souls of others than he does expressing his own. In general, around people he's very smiley and seems to take on an expression of legitimate happiness. He's good humoured and knows the definition of decency. He's an excellent liar, and can barely distinguish between his own lies and truths. Most of what he says is flat out nonsense for humour's sake, the rest is either a selfish lie, or a legitimate truth. He's generally very mocking and comical with people, though distant, soft-spoken, and of a more submissive personae at the same time. He takes advantage of his appearance to approach people and grow on them. Also loves staring at people to see how they react.
On the rare occasion he actually honestly likes something, he's completely unable to express it and chooses rather to keep his distance for a time out of panic and confusion. To some extent he's lonely, but he doesn't know the word, so he passes it off as that strange emotion he inflicts upon himself for the sake of his hobbies and leaves it at that. He's relatively easily confused, and usually doesn't try to reason with his confusion for fear of becoming more so. Alone and in school he's more or less passive, letting things come and go and acting accordingly.
Overall, he's very calm and his regular emotions are very timid and evasive. Outside of his love for emotional burdens, he also very much appreciates eccentric, heart-warming stories and works of art. Bells and fish touch soft spots on his heart, as do a number of other childish toys and objects, and he loves the sound of water and the ocean itself. Enjoys psychological novels, as well, and loves painting fish, strange creatures, and demons in his spare time.
On the occasion that he bothers to get angered or distressed in any other way, he tends to rage around or mope at the source of his distress until he passes out from exhaustion or lack of oxygen due to excessive yelling and hyperventilation, whichever comes first...And then he wakes up and is completely over himself. So very passionate when he actually gets involved, though the passion lasts only for a relatively vague span of time. He's usually agitated by the slaughter of fish, dead fish, the failure of one of his human endeavours, the death of someone he was working with, finished working with, or held dear, death itself, being forced to confront confusion, and and the colour white.
He doesn't cry until he's finished a project, though, and his tears usually come in combination with his laugh.
History:
Senyith was born in the more southern portion of Canada where he lived happily with a set of extremely loving, well off parents. Mother was a workaholic, father usually kept him company. As a kid he hated the heat of the sun and burned easily, and so spent most of his time playing in the shade of trees. He also had a number of childhood friends, one of which was involved even in his earliest memories.
Due to an amazing ability to fall asleep in snow, he was generally not allowed to go outside during the winter, so he spent most of his out of school time indoors drawing alone, reading, or playing with his father and whoever bothered to visit him. Usually the before mentioned childhood friend kept him company and watched him draw and paint. She usually told him never to leave a space blank, as she loved his art and colours. And so now he ends up frantically filling in blank spaces wherever he sees them. Eventually the colour white came to make him restless and winter found him in the state of either near hibernation, or extreme agitation that involved dumping watercolours on the snow until satisfied. Likewise he tends to paint on flower petals and white walls, and clouds came to flat out drive him to a near frenzy in addition to the sun. The kid never looked up again, I swear.
And then the friend moved away, leaving for him the bracelets he wears. During this time he went through a sort of depression. It was also during this time that his father seemed exceptionally happy around him, and so he came to relate the feeling with pleasure, as he very much loved his father. Actually, the dad just wanted to cheer up the kid, but eh. So the kid went back to being his smiley self, though apathy was starting to gnaw at his insides whenever he participated in mindless chatter and sports.
A few years later he found his childhood friend had fallen into a river and died. Again he got that strange feeling, and again his father was exceptionally cheerful for his sake. It was around this time that he came to realize how powerful water was, and he became even more fascinated with watercolours and rivers as well as swimming and floating. He also stopped growing around this period.
He spent the next few years of his life trying to recreate the feeling he'd experienced that had made his father so happy and supposedly given him so much pleasure, and eventually found it in middle school when he saw people crying. He reflected that people were exceptionally weak, and began to take an interest in psychology in order to maximise this weakness and thus his own pleasure. Which he eventually came to do successfully with many of his subjects, none of which spoke ill of him afterwards. However, the displeasure he had the tendency to inflict earned him a number of his nicknames, and one of the few he never had the intention of hurting responded by nicknaming him Dove. He eventually did hurt that being without even trying, and found how natural it was for him to break people. Although at this point in time he overcame his initial delusion, he decided that if it was his nature he would accept it as is and keep his responses the same.
He went through a short era of confusion and detachment before this conclusion, where he found his supposed peace of mind by rushing waters and fish he deemed reincarnations of his original friend. His parents, terrified that he might fall in one day, ended up agreeing that the father should take him to an area free of water bodies where the mother would stay behind. He ended up almost drowning at his new home in a bathtub, which was the result of a hopeless attempt to get closer to the ocean.
His father, realizing how little he understood the child's loves, and how grown he had become despite the deceptive body, sent the kid away to California to be by the ocean, and returned to Canada.
Strengths/Talents/Skills:
Socializing
Drawing scaly, furry, fluffy, fuzzy, dark, and feathered creatures.
Does well in English and adjusts easily to conceptual aspects of sciences.
Knows a lot about the darker portions of history/mythology.
Can fall asleep anywhere he feels at peace at any time.
Good humoured.
Good at lying.
Generally cheerful and able to smile under the most unhappy of circumstances.
Passive.
Innocent in a strange way.
Weaknesses:
Extremely light sensitive and so does not tend to look up.
Overall learning capacity for numerical, subjective, and absolute things is extremely diminished by disinterest.
Unable to comprehend emotions.
Extremely easily confused and overwhelmed.
Somewhat clueless.
Easily distressed if prodded properly.
Easily burned and scratched.
Somewhat obsessive compulsive with white space.
Hates the concept of death.
Other:
He does not have a tendency to show his face on a regular basis and keeps his head lowered when he's walking around. Due to this he usually doesn't see people coming and ends up walking strait into them.
He absolutely despises the colour white claiming that it possesses him with a feeling of insanity. When he sees white walls, white paper, white floors, clouds, the sun, snow etc.etc., he will use any means he possibly can to soil it or else freaks out until it goes away.
He's been nearly deaf in his right ear since birth.
RP example: Muuuuuuurrrrpphhhh, do not want. Later, or if you tell me to, probably later.
And also to balance out the massive second year chick vs. guy difference.
I think my attempt at humanizing the devil just failed miserably. I've been fascinated with this concept for such a long time, who'd have thought it'd still fail? ;;
Name: [Sen-NAI-eth Keer-ICK-s]
Nickname: Dove, Crow, Concordia, Eris, Seth, Sena, Sen, Ether, Icarus
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Year: Second Year
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Relationship Status: Forever alone.
Religious Beliefs: Ahhahhaha...funny...
Appearance/Wardrobe:
Apparel
To put it shortly, he looks like a little girl that somehow wondered onto high school property.
Fascinatingly short, stands at about 4'9". This child is very fleshy. His skin is of a relatively pale beige colour and incredibly soft and easily torn. His hands, especially, are very soft, small, and warm. Fingernails are generally kept relatively long, though they reflect very little malice. His eyes are large and of a dark taupe colour. They're generally very wide and flicker with a rosy brown colour at times. They are usually very elusive, however tend to reflect a sort of limbo when looked into successfully. Eyelashes are very long and very darkly coloured. Eyebrows are thin and lightly coloured. Ears are small and neatly pierced. His lips are thin and hold a very bright red colour, as he likes to bite them constantly. Nose is small and undefined. Overall face is rather fleshy and childish. It tends to reflect a very innocent form of apathy when he's alone. Neck is ever so slightly elongated, the rest is relatively proportional to the average 10-year old. He keeps his hair at a diagonal slant in the back to make a nice and even ponytail about 4 inches over his shoulder, which he ties off with a string and some bells. Hair itself is thick and of a light golden colour.
In general he appears to be relatively delicate, and though not considerably weak, he couldn't be considered strong. He is able to hold his ground, as his grip is very tight and his nails sharp. His canines are extremely knife-like. He's easily knocked over, though, like a bowling pin, and keeps his distance accordingly.
He has very prominent crescent shaped scars on his arms toward the elbow joint and around his neck. This is from clutching his own arms and neck when he feels sick with his remarkable grip and nails. Smart kid, that he is.
Attire
Puffy hat~
Always. Because Vel has a strange obsession with them so long as they do not rest on her head.
Wears small charm bracelets around his right, keeps a hand-made bracelet on the left. Earrings consist of small, gently ringing bells.
Generally wears a dark magenta hooded jacket of a velvety material, and a lightly coloured loosely fitting t-shirt beneath. Very rarely takes off his jacket, though, and hood is usually down. Lightweight black wings are attached to the back of it. Feathers, cotton, and a base of a card-stock-esque material. Usually wears darkly coloured jean shorts. Also wears a cream coloured silken scarf around his neck. Nice and frilly, it is.
This kid tends to disregard formalities entirely and keeps to his usual attire. He'd wear it to a funeral, I swear. Incredibly hot weather squeezes him out of his coat, but rarely his scarf. Cold forces him into legitimate pants, but that's generally a given. Outside of that, though, he won't really do anything.
Personality:
A sadistic masochist. He's more or less immune to physical pain, but loves emotional pain and feels it most strongly when others are in the same state of mind. I can't say he's necessarily capable of empathy, rather I'd label it as a form of sickly remorse or helplessness, as he's usually the cause. His laugh is very soft and very calm, and he laughs naturally only in the presence of tears possessed by either himself or others. An incredibly demonic child that will build a reliance only to disappear. He's patient with his prey, dedicating anywhere from days to decades, and enjoys messing with the human psyche very much.
In that sense, he's relatively good at socializing, enjoying more the exploration of the souls of others than he does expressing his own. In general, around people he's very smiley and seems to take on an expression of legitimate happiness. He's good humoured and knows the definition of decency. He's an excellent liar, and can barely distinguish between his own lies and truths. Most of what he says is flat out nonsense for humour's sake, the rest is either a selfish lie, or a legitimate truth. He's generally very mocking and comical with people, though distant, soft-spoken, and of a more submissive personae at the same time. He takes advantage of his appearance to approach people and grow on them. Also loves staring at people to see how they react.
On the rare occasion he actually honestly likes something, he's completely unable to express it and chooses rather to keep his distance for a time out of panic and confusion. To some extent he's lonely, but he doesn't know the word, so he passes it off as that strange emotion he inflicts upon himself for the sake of his hobbies and leaves it at that. He's relatively easily confused, and usually doesn't try to reason with his confusion for fear of becoming more so. Alone and in school he's more or less passive, letting things come and go and acting accordingly.
Overall, he's very calm and his regular emotions are very timid and evasive. Outside of his love for emotional burdens, he also very much appreciates eccentric, heart-warming stories and works of art. Bells and fish touch soft spots on his heart, as do a number of other childish toys and objects, and he loves the sound of water and the ocean itself. Enjoys psychological novels, as well, and loves painting fish, strange creatures, and demons in his spare time.
On the occasion that he bothers to get angered or distressed in any other way, he tends to rage around or mope at the source of his distress until he passes out from exhaustion or lack of oxygen due to excessive yelling and hyperventilation, whichever comes first...And then he wakes up and is completely over himself. So very passionate when he actually gets involved, though the passion lasts only for a relatively vague span of time. He's usually agitated by the slaughter of fish, dead fish, the failure of one of his human endeavours, the death of someone he was working with, finished working with, or held dear, death itself, being forced to confront confusion, and and the colour white.
He doesn't cry until he's finished a project, though, and his tears usually come in combination with his laugh.
History:
Senyith was born in the more southern portion of Canada where he lived happily with a set of extremely loving, well off parents. Mother was a workaholic, father usually kept him company. As a kid he hated the heat of the sun and burned easily, and so spent most of his time playing in the shade of trees. He also had a number of childhood friends, one of which was involved even in his earliest memories.
Due to an amazing ability to fall asleep in snow, he was generally not allowed to go outside during the winter, so he spent most of his out of school time indoors drawing alone, reading, or playing with his father and whoever bothered to visit him. Usually the before mentioned childhood friend kept him company and watched him draw and paint. She usually told him never to leave a space blank, as she loved his art and colours. And so now he ends up frantically filling in blank spaces wherever he sees them. Eventually the colour white came to make him restless and winter found him in the state of either near hibernation, or extreme agitation that involved dumping watercolours on the snow until satisfied. Likewise he tends to paint on flower petals and white walls, and clouds came to flat out drive him to a near frenzy in addition to the sun. The kid never looked up again, I swear.
And then the friend moved away, leaving for him the bracelets he wears. During this time he went through a sort of depression. It was also during this time that his father seemed exceptionally happy around him, and so he came to relate the feeling with pleasure, as he very much loved his father. Actually, the dad just wanted to cheer up the kid, but eh. So the kid went back to being his smiley self, though apathy was starting to gnaw at his insides whenever he participated in mindless chatter and sports.
A few years later he found his childhood friend had fallen into a river and died. Again he got that strange feeling, and again his father was exceptionally cheerful for his sake. It was around this time that he came to realize how powerful water was, and he became even more fascinated with watercolours and rivers as well as swimming and floating. He also stopped growing around this period.
He spent the next few years of his life trying to recreate the feeling he'd experienced that had made his father so happy and supposedly given him so much pleasure, and eventually found it in middle school when he saw people crying. He reflected that people were exceptionally weak, and began to take an interest in psychology in order to maximise this weakness and thus his own pleasure. Which he eventually came to do successfully with many of his subjects, none of which spoke ill of him afterwards. However, the displeasure he had the tendency to inflict earned him a number of his nicknames, and one of the few he never had the intention of hurting responded by nicknaming him Dove. He eventually did hurt that being without even trying, and found how natural it was for him to break people. Although at this point in time he overcame his initial delusion, he decided that if it was his nature he would accept it as is and keep his responses the same.
He went through a short era of confusion and detachment before this conclusion, where he found his supposed peace of mind by rushing waters and fish he deemed reincarnations of his original friend. His parents, terrified that he might fall in one day, ended up agreeing that the father should take him to an area free of water bodies where the mother would stay behind. He ended up almost drowning at his new home in a bathtub, which was the result of a hopeless attempt to get closer to the ocean.
His father, realizing how little he understood the child's loves, and how grown he had become despite the deceptive body, sent the kid away to California to be by the ocean, and returned to Canada.
Strengths/Talents/Skills:
Socializing
Drawing scaly, furry, fluffy, fuzzy, dark, and feathered creatures.
Does well in English and adjusts easily to conceptual aspects of sciences.
Knows a lot about the darker portions of history/mythology.
Can fall asleep anywhere he feels at peace at any time.
Good humoured.
Good at lying.
Generally cheerful and able to smile under the most unhappy of circumstances.
Passive.
Innocent in a strange way.
Weaknesses:
Extremely light sensitive and so does not tend to look up.
Overall learning capacity for numerical, subjective, and absolute things is extremely diminished by disinterest.
Unable to comprehend emotions.
Extremely easily confused and overwhelmed.
Somewhat clueless.
Easily distressed if prodded properly.
Easily burned and scratched.
Somewhat obsessive compulsive with white space.
Hates the concept of death.
Other:
He does not have a tendency to show his face on a regular basis and keeps his head lowered when he's walking around. Due to this he usually doesn't see people coming and ends up walking strait into them.
He absolutely despises the colour white claiming that it possesses him with a feeling of insanity. When he sees white walls, white paper, white floors, clouds, the sun, snow etc.etc., he will use any means he possibly can to soil it or else freaks out until it goes away.
He's been nearly deaf in his right ear since birth.
RP example: Muuuuuuurrrrpphhhh, do not want. Later, or if you tell me to, probably later.
I particularly like this one though! I feel like he could totally break Abbi from the inside out... -contemplates thoughtfully-