Post by ‹ kˆ†eworth › on Apr 18, 2011 20:13:35 GMT -8
ENDREMIT -- to unbury us
I D E N T I T Y - Number/Name: 88 / Endremit - Number Placement: Across his back - Human name: Lionel Shaw - Nicknames: none - Gender: Male - Nationality: English - Voice Actor of Choice: Jack Nicholson A L I G N M E N T - Alliance: Mark - Behavior: generally safe unless irritated - Action: ignore T I M E - Birthdate: JAN 3 - Age (now): 6 years - Age (then): 46 years D O I N G... - Home: Edge of the Outskirts - Profession (now): graverobber/keeper - Profession (then): astrobiologist - Hobbies: graverobbing, scavenging | P H Y S I C A L - Species: anima - Height: 7 inches when standing up straight - Weight: heavy - Frame: iron - Fabric: burlap, silk - Weapons: hook arms - Accessories: none - Disabilities: none H E A L T H - Overall health: good, but a surprisingly weak soul - Mental condition: sane R E L A T I O N S H I P S - Family (now): none - Family (then): unknown |
D E E P E R
- Personality: An obvious douchebag. Endremit is talkative, if sometimes standoffish, and doesn't make friends very easily at all (considering the fact that he seems to enjoy offending anyone he meets). He is extremely biased against children and those that act like children, and will only tolerate them for a short amount of time before he snaps and either yells at them to leave or physically forces them to. He is mistrusting and paranoid, often approaching individuals who pass too close to "his" cemetery and accusing them of plotting to steal.
Endremit has the firm belief that all humans are dead. Not just the obvious way they're all dead, but also that ragdolls and sentients, who often claim to have once been humans, are in fact not. He believes that those who are still alive - himself included, evolved as such from humans, but are not the same souls. He is very offensive with this belief and will fall into violent rants when his ideas are questioned. These rants often end with a physical altercation, though sometimes he is able to stop himself before anything serious happens.
He is very stubborn with more than just ideas; he will disobey orders just for the sake of doing so, or to spite the person giving them. While this is extensively true, if someone manages to push him past his stubbornness or find a "weak spot" to strike at (more-so verbally or mentally, less-so physically), some very dramatic damage can be done. Thanks to his devout belief and opinion regarding human vs. stitchpunk souls, his own has grown rather transparent and weak. He's comparable to an insect: he has a very tough shell, but a terrifyingly weak inner self.
The strength of his soul has been compared to butter.
- (+) characteristics: headstrong, careful, social
- (-) characteristics: inwardly weak, stubborn, irritating, offensive, uncaring
History (waking up): Endremit woke up immediately after his transfer. There were humans around him, but of course, as per the usual soul transfer side effects, he could not recognize any of them. They were entirely strange, including the woman who had been his wife. The body he landed in was an unfinished one; it had one leg, a torso, and the head; the arms were missing, and the other leg was only partially sewn on. As the humans around him didn't last long thanks to the gas seeping into the building, Endremit was forced to take confused cover and help himself.
He stayed in solitary hiding for weeks, or months, or maybe even years. He hadn't managed to mend himself at all, because he had no arms. Luckily the oil tubing in the body wasn't at all broken, so he had all the time in the world to sit and do… nothing. He was discovered by one of the BRAIN's machines, a high-ranking one named The Foster. The machine didn't try to kill him or recruit him - instead it offered him new limbs and a chance to live the new life he'd been given.
What else could he do? Endremit accepted the offer, and was fitted with new arms and a leg. The Foster told him he would be allowed to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was not a prisoner, and he was not an employee. However, in return for the limbs - and his name, as he was nameless before now - he was given, he would help The Foster collect more parts to use in his - and the BRAIN's - endeavors. Thus, Endremit became a graverobber, of sorts. His haunting memories of humanity sunk down, following the reality of the world he awoke in. He was different than those tall, fleshy-colored things called humans that had been standing around him when he woke. As he met more and more of those like himself, he became more and more convinced that everyone was in this boat: not the humans, but something that came from them. Not the same, but.. perhaps evolved from?
This idea helped him with his charge, and he went even further than The Foster had intended. He began digging up all of the ragdoll bodies from the cemeteries, moving them all to their own plots on the edge of the Outskirts. He continues to do this, finding departed corpses all around the Emptiness, and burying them or hanging them on makeshift crosses in the stitchpunk cemetery. He provides parts for those who might need them - for payment, of course - and supplies them to The Foster when it comes calling.
- History ("then"): Shaw was a middle-aged astrobiologist, neck-deep in the study of origin, evolution, and future life. Even as a student he was the type to devote all of his time and attention to the work, and this lasted all throughout his life. He was measurably more friendly when he was alive in a human body, but because of his obsession with his work he was extremely separated from friends and family. It got so bad that he'd forget to eat and sleep sometimes, but his excuse was that he was aways so close to a new turn in research that he couldn't afford to take breaks.
This detached attitude from social life didn't completely overwhelm, though. He managed to find a wife, and though they had no children, were generally happy.
When the issues with the machines began, Shaw was called, along with other scientists, to many meetings and presentations with the state. All together they began quiet work to come up with a plan to enact that would keep as many humans alive should it come to mass evacuations or hiding.
Thus, a new major another project was added to Shaw's life. Because of the importance of the research, Shaw became more secluded than ever; even his wife felt neglected, never seeing him for weeks on end.
She contacted him one day, going to see him at the laboratory where he and the others were working away. By this point things had gotten extremely dangerous, and she'd had to risk her safety just to walk in the streets. She had scrounged up all of their savings - there didn't seem to be much chance to use it in the future, anyway - and had purchased Shaw a ragdoll body. She hadn't had the money for one for herself, but believed so strongly in Shaw and his research and the research of his partners that she hoped having bought this for him would prolong their chance at figuring out a real way for everyone else to survive.
When Shaw heard about this, he laughed at the idea. The studies of those who looked into transferring people to ragdoll bodies? It was ludicrous and impossible. It was the real scientists - like himself - that were doing the real work. Stress had been building up for months and it overflowed, directing his fury of the situation at his wife. He scolded her angrily for giving up all of their money to such an impossible science and shut himself up, alone.
He was still locked stubbornly away when the machines began introducing the gas. He had no idea of what the outer world was experiencing, and every sound he heard from the outside he blocked out. All that mattered was the research. Though he didn't know it at this point, it would be useless.
Shaw was found by his colleagues, nearly starved to death. They had been smart, and evacuated long before. They returned only because Shaw's wife had begged them to find her husband, that she knew he wasn't dead. Plus, before the stress built up, he had been a good soul and many of the others really liked him.
They transported him to the only place that was really still in business - a local experimental laboratory. All the hospitals in the city had either been leveled or were entirely unsafe. It was here that he was transferred hurriedly into a ragdoll body, but it was so rushed that the one he'd ended up in an unfinished one.