Post by 2ᵑᵈ To Last on Oct 18, 2009 0:03:02 GMT -8
~:67:~ The Archaeologist |
[tr] [td] Number Placement: Right leg[/td][/tr]
[tr][td] Gender: Male[/td][/tr]
[tr][td] Years since Creation: 1.5 years[/td][/tr]
[tr][td] Date of Creation: November 1st (All Saint's day)[/td][/tr]
[tr][td] Alignment: Loner[/td][/tr]
[tr][td] Height: 6.3 inches (In his own words "That .3 COUNTS!")[/td][/tr]
[tr][td] Fabric: Polyester[/td][/tr]
[tr] [td] Metal: Copper[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Anomalies: 67, really, is a rather drab looking ragdoll: There is no wardrobe to speak of, save for his pack, a basic body frame, no variations in pattern, number plain in sight... The only thing that actually make him unique, it seems, are the minor details, little things that separate him out the crowd. His stitching pattern is the most visible and obvious one to point out, as his back, forehead, and a ringlet around his right arm mark themselves in simple zig-zag patterns, made up of red embroidery thread. The thread is also found in semi-tight ringlets around his wrists and ankles, marking off the sections between his soft, cloth skin and the hard wood-and-metal extremities. His right arm seems to have been marked in a way that indicates that it may have been removed at some point, though he claims to have no recollection of this.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Abilities: 67 prides himself in recovering lost artifacts and history of the humans before, an inexplicable force driving him to want to learn and to discover what had happened prior to the creation of the stitchpunks, which has taught him many things in the short time he's been around. While he will take anything worth intellectual value, he is most interested in the art, science, and culture of the world before, and seems to have lately taken a keen interest in what day-to-day life was like for the humans just before the B.R.A.I.N. came into power, and even in the times before that. Because of this, he has an odd fascination with corpses, and, while gruesome, has performed "autopsies" before, in order to gain beneficial knowledge not only about the humans, but about the stitchpunks they were designed after (though he can't honestly say he enjoyed the experience all too much). Because of his extreme passion and literacy, he is adeptly skilled at language deciphering, artifact identification, (limited) engineering, historical recollection- and stealth, to a degree, as fighting is the one thing he refuses, or rather, can't pursue.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Weapon(s): 67 has a philosophy of sorts: "Those who carry matches intend to start fires." This is the analogy he uses to explain why he carries no weapon on him, meaning that "If one carries a weapon, then they are expecting to be attacked." No one has yet explained to him that machines aren't necessarily ones for philosophy. Still, even if this is brought up he still seems adamant about obtaining a weapon. This is actually due to the fact that he doesn't know how to use one, and as he is Lone, very few are willing to teach him. This lack of strength or offense isn't uncompensated though, as he has learned to make full use of his dark fabric and knows how to sneak around quite easily in the many shadows the wasted ruins present.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Personality: A scholar through and through, 67's passion and life is centered around researching the history of the world around him, uncovering precious documents so that he may memorize and preserve them for future keeping, and hoping to one day amass in his knowledge and pass it down, simply so that doll-kind may know the history of the land they inherited. He is a passionate historian, and strongly motivated by the belief that "If we do not learn from history, then we are doomed to repeat it". Thusly, he is also an avid reader, and has been since the day he awoke a little over a year ago. He can read a book quicker than almost any other, and has an amazing memory, reciting whole poems and paragraphs at a time (something he attributes to "Being with a long, long, stack of papers for a very long, long time.") . In his lodgings (currently, an oven located near the Shambles) he has two books he's managed to drag in: one simply entitled 'German' and the other inscribed with foreign characters. In his spare time he enjoys reading them and trying to learn the languages within (because, really, he's got nothing else to do at night time).
He can also turn out to be quite the speaker, using all manner of words and phrasing to illustrate his point, though in all truthfulness, he often finds that he would rather spend weeks on end digging in the Emptiness then having a social conversation. Though he's extremely excited about his work and can talk about it unwaveringly for hours on end, unless he's with someone he can trust , or he absolutely needs to take charge and be social, he can come off as being rather sheepish or even cowardly, depending on the ragdoll (his somewhat high pitched voice and constantly uncertain demeanor certainly doesn't help) . Though, due to his naivety, he can come to trust others rather quickly, his only requirements being that they don't look untrustworthy and that they don't start attacking him unprovoked. While his first instinct in the face of danger is to duck in the shadows and high-tail it out of there, if someone is in danger, he can actually show some bravery and try and help them the best he can, even though in most cases that's not much at all. Because of these traits he can be a fairly reliable person, and overall tends to act as a perfectionist, the result just coming down to the matter of whether he can trust himself enough to be put up to whatever task is at hand.
He also has his own share of quirks at the same time, and when presented with a subject matter that extremely interests him, he will start babbling on excitedly about it, without direction or even pause, and then become absorbed in his work, retracting in on himself despite the trigger of his long-winded rant having been a social conversation. If presented with an artifact or document that he finds particularly fascinating he won't hesitate to let out a squeal of excitement and then start pawing over it, a stupidly wide grin on his face. He will particularly fawn over delicate technology (music players, watches/clocks, light fixtures, etc) and paper documents (art, poetry, government documentation, and retellings of history). [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Other Information: Living a somewhat dangerous lifestyle, 67 lives near the shambles, in what seemed to be a high-class housing district near the area. Very much aware of the dangers that lurk in this area, from the rogues to the machines, 67 does take some precaution in his ventures, and has made his home base inside of a steel oven that lies in the ruins of an old Victorian-style mansion. He has decorated his outpost with the treasures he's found during his excavations, including a hanuman langur skull (which acts as a desk space), a box of cleaning detergent, a matchbox full of jewels and coins (to which he will happily give to any friendly passerby as they have no value to him), a matchbox full of buttons of various shape and size, and three books on various human languages, including German, Japanese, and his favorite, a three hundred page school text that acts as both a learning tool and a dictionary for those learning Latin.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Random Facts:
- 67 is left handed.
- For whatever reason, along with the overall aristocratic feel of his voice, he tends to speak with an extremely faint accent, which some might recognize as heralding from a former human province known as 'Britain' (specifically, he speaks with the mannerism of Queen's English).
- Though it isn't very well known (as not even he is aware of it), 67 actually talks in his sleep, and seems to have very lucid dreams. During which, his aforementioned accent seem to thicken considerably, and most notably, he seems to get either very angry or, on rare occasions, very depressed. While his sleep phases do not seem to affect his waking mood, which is usually very cheerful, he will occasionally end up waking himself in a fit.
- He tends to act very feminine sometimes (though he will actively try and assert his masculinity).
- His favorite things in the world are decorative coat buttons, scarves/ribbons, examples of stylized calligraphy, and (though he's afraid to admit it) lace.
- (( He seems to have been afflicted by a curse, as whenever he says "Just my imagination..." in an RP, bad things always, ALWAYS happen.))
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