Post by Coffin Fit on Jul 20, 2018 5:03:35 GMT -5
CHARACTER BIO
NAME: Coffin Fit
RACE: Demon
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Tall/Thin
APPEARANCE:
Coffin is thin, and tall like reed in the wind. He's very muscular but it's sinewy and lean, if basketball exists here then he'd be a shoo-in for that sport. His skin is extremely pale, so pale that his veins can be seen beneath his skin. In bright light he looks sickly and clammy, in some darkness he looks like porcelain, or is so pale he almost starts to look a bit blue. His fingers are extremely long like a guitar player's, and his nails are always long enough to look a bit...sharp.
His hair is jet black and is worn long at around the man's shoulders. The locks are wild, but usually swept back out of his face. His face is handsome enough, though the cheekbones are a bit pronounced, and the cheeks are gaunt. If he smiles, you'll be able to see that his incisors are long, jagged and sharp, obvious fangs that look very functional. Up top, his eyes are a pale blue, the 'whites' of his eyes looking bloodshot and almost a pinkish-red in daylight. But if it gets dark enough, they almost glow like dying stars. Not conspicuous at all, right?
His clothing varies, as he's not been rich enough to afford any fancy combat uniforms or the like. There are a few constants, however: 1) His faded, dirty black stetson hat, with a silver coffin emblem around the front. 2) His beat up worn leather cowboy boots, with silver spurs jangling at the back. Aside from these he'll wear some sort of shirt and jeans combo, with an occasional denim jean vest or some old jacket. Just cheap convenient clothes, more than anything.
As a final piece of 'fashion' is his weapon of choice, a very long, thin folded-steel style sword, the sorts that were rumored to be used to kill horses back in the days of ancient battles. This thing is far too big to be 'worn' in any sort of way, so the sword and its sheath are usually held by the young man, or slung across his shoulder, or used as a walking stick. Not the most terribly practical of weapons, but not a bad choice when you live in an area plagued with giant dinosaurs.
MOTIVATIONS: Acceptance? Survival? Self-loathing? Bloodlust? His motivations sometimes depend on the day, but he was originally motivated by the desire to get the hell away from his home village. The stares, the whispers, the rumors, he couldn't take it.
One of his motivations is fear. When a person gets too close, when he can see the veins in their neck and he can feel his own rage and hunger boiling and rushing to the surface...it's not something he enjoys, and it's part of the reason that he lives the transient lifestyle that he does.
QUIRKS: Coffin really likes silver. If he has the chance, he'll take something if it's silver. If he can't, then he'll just really, really wants to.
Coffin smokes at least three packs a day, maybe more. For this reason, he often works for "smoke money".
Coffin hates being in direct sunlight, though it doesn't seem to be lethal to him. He always has a pair of sunglasses for this reason.
Coffin doesn't cast a shadow except at midnight. He does not show up in mirrors, but does cast a shadow in the reflection. If someone drops a large number of things in a room, he has a compulsion to stop and pick them up. He can ignore this, but it'll bother him and keep him up for weeks if he does.
BONDS: Well, the entire people in 'Vania Village', a small humble place located somewhere between North City and the Sacred Lands. The last man who was Mayor didn't exactly approve of what he saw as little better than a monster. Considering how wealthy and powerful Mayor's family was and is, Coffin didn't have much room to argue.
There was one person who liked him, however. A girl named Greta, the daughter of Mayor O'Locke. You can imagine how much he approved of them talking. Coffin still has a great fondness for the girl, but it's because of that fondness that he never wants to see her again in his life.
BACKSTORY: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman in a small snowy village, a girl so beautiful that suitors came even from villages that were miles away in order to try and woo her, to earn her as a wife. She rejected them all, until one night she heard a tapping at her bedroom window.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She awoke to the sound and was lured to the noise, to see a pair of eyes like red dying suns, and a long, long withered finger that lead into shadow. That long finger and long nail continued to tape at her window, and a raspy, moaning voice begging her to let it in. She let him in(though could not understand why), and the Visitor eventually left right before the sun rose. When she was finally found by her parents, she was bleeding on her bedroom floor and would spend the rest of her life screaming.
Her life would only last a few years beyond this event. Strangely, each year her belly would grow bigger and bigger, while she grew more pale and sickly, as if she didn't have enough blood in her body. Before the end, before she breathed her last, a child was born. The girls' parents wanted it slain for what they assumed it did to their daughter, but minds of reason and science prevailed. Instead, the child was sent to be raised by caretakers. The baby became a boy, and the boy became a man in short order, where he lived as a pariah until he eventually left, and set out on his own.
CALL TO ACTION. Remember Greta, the girl that Coffin thinks about even today, even when he's crotch-deep in monsterblood and he's out of smokes? Remember that he never wants to see her, despite all evidence to the contrary?
It was the night of a terrible snowstorm that Coffin was invited into her home, and it was that night he nearly lost all control of himself. The things he wanted to do to her, the way he felt about her just then, and the supreme willpower it took to snap himself out, that was what convinced him to finally leave his little village and eke out a living on the road.
CALL TO ACTION:
STARTING BUILD
FIGHTING STYLE: Resourceful
SKILL POINTS:
50
FIGHTING (Accuracy): 15
ENERGY CONTROL (Damage): 20
REFLEXES (Defense): 10
RESILIENCE (HP): 10
TECHNIQUES:
Paralyze
Sonic Sway
EQUIPMENT:
1) Heavy Weapon
2) Totem
MISC. Could I ask that Coffin has an old pick-up truck, to start with? If vehicular transport is something we have to earn, then nevermind this request, I just like the visual.
FACE CLAIM: Vampire Hunter D, if possible. Though it's worth noting that Coffin here isn't nearly that badass yet. He'll get there eventually.
Where did you find our site? Google.
NAME: Coffin Fit
RACE: Demon
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: Tall/Thin
APPEARANCE:
Coffin is thin, and tall like reed in the wind. He's very muscular but it's sinewy and lean, if basketball exists here then he'd be a shoo-in for that sport. His skin is extremely pale, so pale that his veins can be seen beneath his skin. In bright light he looks sickly and clammy, in some darkness he looks like porcelain, or is so pale he almost starts to look a bit blue. His fingers are extremely long like a guitar player's, and his nails are always long enough to look a bit...sharp.
His hair is jet black and is worn long at around the man's shoulders. The locks are wild, but usually swept back out of his face. His face is handsome enough, though the cheekbones are a bit pronounced, and the cheeks are gaunt. If he smiles, you'll be able to see that his incisors are long, jagged and sharp, obvious fangs that look very functional. Up top, his eyes are a pale blue, the 'whites' of his eyes looking bloodshot and almost a pinkish-red in daylight. But if it gets dark enough, they almost glow like dying stars. Not conspicuous at all, right?
His clothing varies, as he's not been rich enough to afford any fancy combat uniforms or the like. There are a few constants, however: 1) His faded, dirty black stetson hat, with a silver coffin emblem around the front. 2) His beat up worn leather cowboy boots, with silver spurs jangling at the back. Aside from these he'll wear some sort of shirt and jeans combo, with an occasional denim jean vest or some old jacket. Just cheap convenient clothes, more than anything.
As a final piece of 'fashion' is his weapon of choice, a very long, thin folded-steel style sword, the sorts that were rumored to be used to kill horses back in the days of ancient battles. This thing is far too big to be 'worn' in any sort of way, so the sword and its sheath are usually held by the young man, or slung across his shoulder, or used as a walking stick. Not the most terribly practical of weapons, but not a bad choice when you live in an area plagued with giant dinosaurs.
MOTIVATIONS: Acceptance? Survival? Self-loathing? Bloodlust? His motivations sometimes depend on the day, but he was originally motivated by the desire to get the hell away from his home village. The stares, the whispers, the rumors, he couldn't take it.
One of his motivations is fear. When a person gets too close, when he can see the veins in their neck and he can feel his own rage and hunger boiling and rushing to the surface...it's not something he enjoys, and it's part of the reason that he lives the transient lifestyle that he does.
QUIRKS: Coffin really likes silver. If he has the chance, he'll take something if it's silver. If he can't, then he'll just really, really wants to.
Coffin smokes at least three packs a day, maybe more. For this reason, he often works for "smoke money".
Coffin hates being in direct sunlight, though it doesn't seem to be lethal to him. He always has a pair of sunglasses for this reason.
Coffin doesn't cast a shadow except at midnight. He does not show up in mirrors, but does cast a shadow in the reflection. If someone drops a large number of things in a room, he has a compulsion to stop and pick them up. He can ignore this, but it'll bother him and keep him up for weeks if he does.
BONDS: Well, the entire people in 'Vania Village', a small humble place located somewhere between North City and the Sacred Lands. The last man who was Mayor didn't exactly approve of what he saw as little better than a monster. Considering how wealthy and powerful Mayor's family was and is, Coffin didn't have much room to argue.
There was one person who liked him, however. A girl named Greta, the daughter of Mayor O'Locke. You can imagine how much he approved of them talking. Coffin still has a great fondness for the girl, but it's because of that fondness that he never wants to see her again in his life.
BACKSTORY: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman in a small snowy village, a girl so beautiful that suitors came even from villages that were miles away in order to try and woo her, to earn her as a wife. She rejected them all, until one night she heard a tapping at her bedroom window.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She awoke to the sound and was lured to the noise, to see a pair of eyes like red dying suns, and a long, long withered finger that lead into shadow. That long finger and long nail continued to tape at her window, and a raspy, moaning voice begging her to let it in. She let him in(though could not understand why), and the Visitor eventually left right before the sun rose. When she was finally found by her parents, she was bleeding on her bedroom floor and would spend the rest of her life screaming.
Her life would only last a few years beyond this event. Strangely, each year her belly would grow bigger and bigger, while she grew more pale and sickly, as if she didn't have enough blood in her body. Before the end, before she breathed her last, a child was born. The girls' parents wanted it slain for what they assumed it did to their daughter, but minds of reason and science prevailed. Instead, the child was sent to be raised by caretakers. The baby became a boy, and the boy became a man in short order, where he lived as a pariah until he eventually left, and set out on his own.
CALL TO ACTION. Remember Greta, the girl that Coffin thinks about even today, even when he's crotch-deep in monsterblood and he's out of smokes? Remember that he never wants to see her, despite all evidence to the contrary?
It was the night of a terrible snowstorm that Coffin was invited into her home, and it was that night he nearly lost all control of himself. The things he wanted to do to her, the way he felt about her just then, and the supreme willpower it took to snap himself out, that was what convinced him to finally leave his little village and eke out a living on the road.
CALL TO ACTION:
STARTING BUILD
FIGHTING STYLE: Resourceful
SKILL POINTS:
50
FIGHTING (Accuracy): 15
ENERGY CONTROL (Damage): 20
REFLEXES (Defense): 10
RESILIENCE (HP): 10
TECHNIQUES:
THROAT SLASH
Very simple in execution: Coffin lunges forward, thrusting his hand forward toward the opponent's throat, or any vulnerable spot. Using those supernaturally sharp nails, he rips into the flesh and then suddenly pulls away violently, causing a lot of damage and causing a big mess to boot.
Type. Physical
Activate. Standard Action
Base Damage. Single
Major Effect. Slashing
Minor Effect. Wound
Cost. 15
Very simple in execution: Coffin lunges forward, thrusting his hand forward toward the opponent's throat, or any vulnerable spot. Using those supernaturally sharp nails, he rips into the flesh and then suddenly pulls away violently, causing a lot of damage and causing a big mess to boot.
Type. Physical
Activate. Standard Action
Base Damage. Single
Major Effect. Slashing
Minor Effect. Wound
Cost. 15
Paralyze
Sonic Sway
EQUIPMENT:
1) Heavy Weapon
2) Totem
MISC. Could I ask that Coffin has an old pick-up truck, to start with? If vehicular transport is something we have to earn, then nevermind this request, I just like the visual.
FACE CLAIM: Vampire Hunter D, if possible. Though it's worth noting that Coffin here isn't nearly that badass yet. He'll get there eventually.
Where did you find our site? Google.
