Post by asher on Apr 19, 2011 19:46:38 GMT -8
Number/Name: 156/Asher
Number Placement: On the bottom of the right foot.
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: 3 years, 5 months.
Date of Creation: October 25th
Alignment: Lone
Height: 6 inches, five centimeters.
Fabric: Burlap.
Metal: Aluminum.
Anomalies: At some point the seam connecting his left arm to his body was ripped, and was sewn back with a thick, scarlet thread.
Accessories: He wears a tight, black band around the left wrist. 156 also keeps scraps of paper on his person at all times, along with pieces of charcoal to draw with.
Abilities: There isn't really a word for 156. Collector, perhaps, would be best suited. Sometimes he makes half-hearted attempts at inventing, but rarely does it turn in to anything useful. Because he is a bit of a nomad, he has multiple stash points where he hides his belongings. Lately, however, he has turned to writing - little more than bizarre scribblings on scraps of paper.
Weapon(s): Created by an Inventor Rag, on the right wrist he wears an nearly elbow-length bracelet that hides a hidden blade. He can release it with a small press-release switch at the wrist.
Appearance: Thin even by rag doll standards, even though he isn't the tallest rag, he seems rather gangly and awkward. His 'hair' is messy, silver yarn that hangs in tangled locks down to his angled shoulders. The burlap is bleached at his hands, but the rest is noticeably different shade, due to lack of exposure. This would be the fault of the charcoal-dyed cloak he wears at all times. He is rarely seen without it, even sleeping on it like a blanket. His feet seem a little big for him, but it may just be his strange body structure in general. His fingers are also very long, with dark 'pads'.
Personality: He is quiet, reserved. Some even believe him to be mute, and more than once he's chosen to sign or use shutter-eye morse code rather than speak. When he does speak, his voice is little more than a hoarse whisper. Although reluctant to engage in social attention, 156 does like to listen to people, often sitting at the edge of a crowd to listen to the babble. When spoken to, he gives direct, brief answers, and rarely begins the conversation. He is reluctant to talk about himself, making up outright, sometimes obvious, lies rather than tell about himself. If told a secret, 156 would take it to the grave with him. He is easily embarrassed and flustered, and avoids eye contact at all costs.
Other Information: 156 is rather fond of reading, at times, and ran across the name 'Asher' in an ancient task - the human Bible. Although aware that he cannot possibly be the Asher mentioned, he is almost certain that is his name. However, he rarely uses it, giving it only to the closest of friends. He believes whoever holds his true name holds power over his soul.
156 is a nomad, shifting locations every couple of days and in some cases every few hours. However, he accumulates a large amount of 'junk' in that time, and always manages to hide it rather well before disappearing. Strangely, he rarely returns for his strange belongings. The only place 156 is known to regularly return to is the cemetery, for he is drawn to death and the scrawling on the tombstones.
Number Placement: On the bottom of the right foot.
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: 3 years, 5 months.
Date of Creation: October 25th
Alignment: Lone
Height: 6 inches, five centimeters.
Fabric: Burlap.
Metal: Aluminum.
Anomalies: At some point the seam connecting his left arm to his body was ripped, and was sewn back with a thick, scarlet thread.
Accessories: He wears a tight, black band around the left wrist. 156 also keeps scraps of paper on his person at all times, along with pieces of charcoal to draw with.
Abilities: There isn't really a word for 156. Collector, perhaps, would be best suited. Sometimes he makes half-hearted attempts at inventing, but rarely does it turn in to anything useful. Because he is a bit of a nomad, he has multiple stash points where he hides his belongings. Lately, however, he has turned to writing - little more than bizarre scribblings on scraps of paper.
Weapon(s): Created by an Inventor Rag, on the right wrist he wears an nearly elbow-length bracelet that hides a hidden blade. He can release it with a small press-release switch at the wrist.
Appearance: Thin even by rag doll standards, even though he isn't the tallest rag, he seems rather gangly and awkward. His 'hair' is messy, silver yarn that hangs in tangled locks down to his angled shoulders. The burlap is bleached at his hands, but the rest is noticeably different shade, due to lack of exposure. This would be the fault of the charcoal-dyed cloak he wears at all times. He is rarely seen without it, even sleeping on it like a blanket. His feet seem a little big for him, but it may just be his strange body structure in general. His fingers are also very long, with dark 'pads'.
Personality: He is quiet, reserved. Some even believe him to be mute, and more than once he's chosen to sign or use shutter-eye morse code rather than speak. When he does speak, his voice is little more than a hoarse whisper. Although reluctant to engage in social attention, 156 does like to listen to people, often sitting at the edge of a crowd to listen to the babble. When spoken to, he gives direct, brief answers, and rarely begins the conversation. He is reluctant to talk about himself, making up outright, sometimes obvious, lies rather than tell about himself. If told a secret, 156 would take it to the grave with him. He is easily embarrassed and flustered, and avoids eye contact at all costs.
Other Information: 156 is rather fond of reading, at times, and ran across the name 'Asher' in an ancient task - the human Bible. Although aware that he cannot possibly be the Asher mentioned, he is almost certain that is his name. However, he rarely uses it, giving it only to the closest of friends. He believes whoever holds his true name holds power over his soul.
156 is a nomad, shifting locations every couple of days and in some cases every few hours. However, he accumulates a large amount of 'junk' in that time, and always manages to hide it rather well before disappearing. Strangely, he rarely returns for his strange belongings. The only place 156 is known to regularly return to is the cemetery, for he is drawn to death and the scrawling on the tombstones.