Post by WhiteJest on Oct 17, 2010 21:26:40 GMT -8
So I heard we are integrating from the cbox! Here's one char I felt the need to bring over straight away <3
Number/Name: 745 aka. Kib. Thinks a number is degrading to humanity and places them as no better then an object.
Number Placement: In small letters, stamped on the arm, though the 7 appears to have been marked on later, messily in a permanent pen.
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: About 3 years though even he doesn't know
Date of Creation: Unknown. No one recorded it or told him. Even the time of year is unknown.
Alignment: A rogue, though an unusually gentle one. he doesn't seen to belong at all, but still remains, living on the outermost edges of Rogue territory.
Height: 6 inches
Fabric: Polyester patches with a main cotton body
Metal: Aluminum
Anomalies: Has drawn in three tears down the left side of his face, though now they are marred by a scar dealt out in a capture and interrogation by a traitor. He is also rather artistically patched together using three different shades of green formed into shapes, though it seems none of this was necessary. It serves only an aesthetic purpose.
Accessories: Has a leather strap strung with about 20 or so metal bands, each marked with a different number and a scratched out inscription. Where the numbers are kept in perfect condition, the lettering is almost unrecognizable for what it once said. He also wears one upon his own upper arm, and has had it there so long the fabric around it has begun to develop rust stains. Despite the fact this causes him discomfort, he will not remove it.
Abilities: Was an artist, and is attempting to re-gain this sill in his new life.
Weapon(s): Carries a hooked dental tool, though hardly ever uses it. It's more a precaution and, hopefully, a deterrent from attack.
Appearance: Appearance
Personality: Kib is a very reclusive soul, not due to shyness but due to the fact he doesn't want to burden anyone with his presence. He is sure people can do far better then talking to the likes of himself, whom he thinks is boring and unfeeling. This is only half true however, for while he might not be as boring as he thinks, he is somewhat emotionally impaired due to many years of experimentation, leaving him only with the abilities to feel pity, anger and love. This allows him to be incredibly sympathetic and loving to everyone, and will never leave someone who needs it without help, though could also lead to terrible danger if confronted with someone he hates. As he lacks the ability to feel sympathy and guilt, he can attack an enemy without mercy, as he cannot feel anything but anger and hate toward them. He also has a love for color and has decorated his house with several scarves, none of which are the same color, thinking it's important to maintain some kind of elegance and beauty in an otherwise depressingly dank world. He is often seen daydreaming or walking about aimlessly, not seeming to notice anything around him, or even where he is at times. It is at these times he is lost in his own world of imaginary things and memories of the world past, fulling his once overly creative mind, but now, only comes across as an impairment.
When interacting with anyone, he immediately starts fidgeting and looking anywhere but into their eyes. If he thinks he may have said ANYTHING offensive, or even marginally disagreeable, will immediately begin apologizing profusely, as though fearful the other might be hurt or angry. He has P.T.S.D, or post traumatic stress disorder, which greatly effects his interactions and keeps him acting and reacting much like he used to. He is also unable to stay away from the lab that caused all his issues; going back at least once a week to just sit there, sometimes for hours at a time, OR search for more bands throughout the destroyed facility.
He collects these for a specific reason, for these are the last remnants of all those who hadn't had the luxury of escape from the facility that he had been granted. So he collects the bands, that had been the tags of the subjects, gives them each a name by matching the number on the band with the name on a list he had snagged from the ruins of an office and then proceeds to seek out kind, pure souls to hand the newly named band over to. He then hopes that that they will take the band with them and help keep the memory of that once forgotten person alive, even just by wearing their name.
Other Information: As a human, he was a 23 year old scholarship student by the name of Chris Schreier. Thanks to a skating accident at the age of 10, wherein he suffered major trauma to the occipital area of the brain during a fall, he was left totally blind. Despite this impairment, he still maintained a talent for art, taken from the memories of shape, color and light he had once had, and while not holding the perfection one with sight might have had, he was still seen as possessing talent, hence the art scholarship he was given at 18.
He lived with his older sister, Casey, who took care of him in every way she could, since their parents had vanished a few years prior on a trip delivering supplies to the war-zone, leaving them both alone with little to go by. So when the opportunity to make some money by volunteering at the mental asylum arose, he took it immediately, not knowing that this would result in the loss of his freedom though imprisonment, his artistic ability, and his sister. He was the subject of many experiments on the body and soul, and remained as such until he had nearly lost all hope. Though extreme luck and a few kindly souls, he managed to get out, though not as the human he had once been but in the body of a stitchpunk...labeled as subject 45. Not wanting to be associated with that number anymore, he added his lucky number in front, thus turning it into 745.
Number/Name: 745 aka. Kib. Thinks a number is degrading to humanity and places them as no better then an object.
Number Placement: In small letters, stamped on the arm, though the 7 appears to have been marked on later, messily in a permanent pen.
Gender: Male
Years since Creation: About 3 years though even he doesn't know
Date of Creation: Unknown. No one recorded it or told him. Even the time of year is unknown.
Alignment: A rogue, though an unusually gentle one. he doesn't seen to belong at all, but still remains, living on the outermost edges of Rogue territory.
Height: 6 inches
Fabric: Polyester patches with a main cotton body
Metal: Aluminum
Anomalies: Has drawn in three tears down the left side of his face, though now they are marred by a scar dealt out in a capture and interrogation by a traitor. He is also rather artistically patched together using three different shades of green formed into shapes, though it seems none of this was necessary. It serves only an aesthetic purpose.
Accessories: Has a leather strap strung with about 20 or so metal bands, each marked with a different number and a scratched out inscription. Where the numbers are kept in perfect condition, the lettering is almost unrecognizable for what it once said. He also wears one upon his own upper arm, and has had it there so long the fabric around it has begun to develop rust stains. Despite the fact this causes him discomfort, he will not remove it.
Abilities: Was an artist, and is attempting to re-gain this sill in his new life.
Weapon(s): Carries a hooked dental tool, though hardly ever uses it. It's more a precaution and, hopefully, a deterrent from attack.
Appearance: Appearance
Personality: Kib is a very reclusive soul, not due to shyness but due to the fact he doesn't want to burden anyone with his presence. He is sure people can do far better then talking to the likes of himself, whom he thinks is boring and unfeeling. This is only half true however, for while he might not be as boring as he thinks, he is somewhat emotionally impaired due to many years of experimentation, leaving him only with the abilities to feel pity, anger and love. This allows him to be incredibly sympathetic and loving to everyone, and will never leave someone who needs it without help, though could also lead to terrible danger if confronted with someone he hates. As he lacks the ability to feel sympathy and guilt, he can attack an enemy without mercy, as he cannot feel anything but anger and hate toward them. He also has a love for color and has decorated his house with several scarves, none of which are the same color, thinking it's important to maintain some kind of elegance and beauty in an otherwise depressingly dank world. He is often seen daydreaming or walking about aimlessly, not seeming to notice anything around him, or even where he is at times. It is at these times he is lost in his own world of imaginary things and memories of the world past, fulling his once overly creative mind, but now, only comes across as an impairment.
When interacting with anyone, he immediately starts fidgeting and looking anywhere but into their eyes. If he thinks he may have said ANYTHING offensive, or even marginally disagreeable, will immediately begin apologizing profusely, as though fearful the other might be hurt or angry. He has P.T.S.D, or post traumatic stress disorder, which greatly effects his interactions and keeps him acting and reacting much like he used to. He is also unable to stay away from the lab that caused all his issues; going back at least once a week to just sit there, sometimes for hours at a time, OR search for more bands throughout the destroyed facility.
He collects these for a specific reason, for these are the last remnants of all those who hadn't had the luxury of escape from the facility that he had been granted. So he collects the bands, that had been the tags of the subjects, gives them each a name by matching the number on the band with the name on a list he had snagged from the ruins of an office and then proceeds to seek out kind, pure souls to hand the newly named band over to. He then hopes that that they will take the band with them and help keep the memory of that once forgotten person alive, even just by wearing their name.
Other Information: As a human, he was a 23 year old scholarship student by the name of Chris Schreier. Thanks to a skating accident at the age of 10, wherein he suffered major trauma to the occipital area of the brain during a fall, he was left totally blind. Despite this impairment, he still maintained a talent for art, taken from the memories of shape, color and light he had once had, and while not holding the perfection one with sight might have had, he was still seen as possessing talent, hence the art scholarship he was given at 18.
He lived with his older sister, Casey, who took care of him in every way she could, since their parents had vanished a few years prior on a trip delivering supplies to the war-zone, leaving them both alone with little to go by. So when the opportunity to make some money by volunteering at the mental asylum arose, he took it immediately, not knowing that this would result in the loss of his freedom though imprisonment, his artistic ability, and his sister. He was the subject of many experiments on the body and soul, and remained as such until he had nearly lost all hope. Though extreme luck and a few kindly souls, he managed to get out, though not as the human he had once been but in the body of a stitchpunk...labeled as subject 45. Not wanting to be associated with that number anymore, he added his lucky number in front, thus turning it into 745.