Post by Sharthé on Jan 13, 2014 10:44:12 GMT -5
Name: Sharthé
Age: … (he’s forgotten)
Eye Color: the “whites” are a dark green, and his irises are bright gold. He has no pupils.
Hair Color: snowy-white, rather long, and messy but not tangled
Skin Tone: dusky tan, almost greyish
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 140 lbs.
Blood Type: unknown type, ink-like black with oddly luminous particles that are almost like stars
Physical Condition: slender and willowy, but very strong for his size (lithe is a good word here)
Species: Fearfiend (pseudo-demonic)
Religion: knows there is a higher power, but not sure what it is
Occupation: Combat Training/Physical Education
History: Sharthé was born as a “starfiend”, a pseudo-demonic creature with the power to control starlight. However, as an infant he was taken by a group of rather unethical and cruel scientists, who exposed him to twisted energies and nasty experiments until his very genes were corrupted by wicked magic, transforming him from a reasonably benevolent starlight-wielding creature to one immersed in nightmares. Naturally, this unpleasant experience has given him a rather twisted outlook on life, but has also made him oddly protective of those he considers “innocents”. Even he doesn’t understand the protective instincts.
Admirable Traits: Patient, calm, wise, acts as a guardian to weaker beings, strangely selfless
Negative Traits: not good at taking care of self, patience can lead to stubbornness, nasty temper when it’s set off (takes ages, but it can be done), unforgiving
Fears: As a being with the power to control fear, there’s almost nothing he is afraid of (and nothing he’ll admit to)
Magic: He can create illusions, animate nonliving things, and manipulate emotion (especially negative ones like fear or despair). In addition, he managed to retain some of his star-wielding magic despite the best efforts of his tormentors, though he is not yet aware of this
Prejudices: He views pacifists as people who are willing to lie down and let the strong trample them
Annoyances: excessive passivism, extreme aggression, and idiots
Habits: Sharthé is very fond of spending quiet time alone to escape the constant buzz of other people’s emotions, and can often be found napping in the lavender patch by those who know where to look
Favorite Food: Almost anything bittersweet, and has a soft spot for candied fruits/herbs
Least Favorite Food: His sense of taste is very strong, so overly-flavored foods are not appreciated
Weapon: Sharthé normally relies on his long, sharp claws, but is proficient with a wide variety of improvised weapons as well, and can offer training in many different combat techniques
Sample of Speech: Sharthé let his eyes drift over the gaggle of students, smirking bitterly as several flinched under his gaze. He had long ago become accustomed to the reactions of others when faced with such an eldritch creature as himself, but it still stung sometimes, very deep down inside him, where the last spark of innocence still lived. But Sharthé had not survived for so long by letting people see through his mask. He snapped his fingers, the smirk widening as several of the twitchier ones jumped. “Alright, you lot. Put away your cell phones, pagers, i-Whatsits, and computers, and get ready to run.” The fearfiend flexed his claws, letting a ball of illusionary fire coalesce. “It’s time for some extreme dodgeball.”
Age: … (he’s forgotten)
Eye Color: the “whites” are a dark green, and his irises are bright gold. He has no pupils.
Hair Color: snowy-white, rather long, and messy but not tangled
Skin Tone: dusky tan, almost greyish
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 140 lbs.
Blood Type: unknown type, ink-like black with oddly luminous particles that are almost like stars
Physical Condition: slender and willowy, but very strong for his size (lithe is a good word here)
Species: Fearfiend (pseudo-demonic)
Religion: knows there is a higher power, but not sure what it is
Occupation: Combat Training/Physical Education
History: Sharthé was born as a “starfiend”, a pseudo-demonic creature with the power to control starlight. However, as an infant he was taken by a group of rather unethical and cruel scientists, who exposed him to twisted energies and nasty experiments until his very genes were corrupted by wicked magic, transforming him from a reasonably benevolent starlight-wielding creature to one immersed in nightmares. Naturally, this unpleasant experience has given him a rather twisted outlook on life, but has also made him oddly protective of those he considers “innocents”. Even he doesn’t understand the protective instincts.
Admirable Traits: Patient, calm, wise, acts as a guardian to weaker beings, strangely selfless
Negative Traits: not good at taking care of self, patience can lead to stubbornness, nasty temper when it’s set off (takes ages, but it can be done), unforgiving
Fears: As a being with the power to control fear, there’s almost nothing he is afraid of (and nothing he’ll admit to)
Magic: He can create illusions, animate nonliving things, and manipulate emotion (especially negative ones like fear or despair). In addition, he managed to retain some of his star-wielding magic despite the best efforts of his tormentors, though he is not yet aware of this
Prejudices: He views pacifists as people who are willing to lie down and let the strong trample them
Annoyances: excessive passivism, extreme aggression, and idiots
Habits: Sharthé is very fond of spending quiet time alone to escape the constant buzz of other people’s emotions, and can often be found napping in the lavender patch by those who know where to look
Favorite Food: Almost anything bittersweet, and has a soft spot for candied fruits/herbs
Least Favorite Food: His sense of taste is very strong, so overly-flavored foods are not appreciated
Weapon: Sharthé normally relies on his long, sharp claws, but is proficient with a wide variety of improvised weapons as well, and can offer training in many different combat techniques
Sample of Speech: Sharthé let his eyes drift over the gaggle of students, smirking bitterly as several flinched under his gaze. He had long ago become accustomed to the reactions of others when faced with such an eldritch creature as himself, but it still stung sometimes, very deep down inside him, where the last spark of innocence still lived. But Sharthé had not survived for so long by letting people see through his mask. He snapped his fingers, the smirk widening as several of the twitchier ones jumped. “Alright, you lot. Put away your cell phones, pagers, i-Whatsits, and computers, and get ready to run.” The fearfiend flexed his claws, letting a ball of illusionary fire coalesce. “It’s time for some extreme dodgeball.”