Post by --:AKP:-- on Nov 12, 2010 16:09:31 GMT -8
Number/Name: Introduces himself as Traveler, but the name is Death.
Number Placement: Painted on the inside of his vest
Gender: Neither really... But tends to tip a little more toward male.
Years since Creation: A very long time... He doesn't keep track.
Date of Creation: None... But oddly he gives the year 1789 when asked.
Alignment: rogue/lone... Somewhere in between really.
Height: Six inches
Fabric: A dark gray polyester
Metal: His metal is copper but certain parts of his frame for symbolic reasons are made of human bone... His hands and one of his feet.
Anomalies: No visible optics, they are hidden beneath the fabric which, as most fabric is, is somewhat see through from the inside. A trailing vest of white polyester is permanently attached to his fabric. He looks much like a nameless traveler you might meet on the road.
Accessories: A skull of some kind of small ratlike animal is affixed to his head. He also has a hat made of straw, or something that looks like straw... (Probably something artificial)
Abilities: Death remembers everyone he meets. He is easily overlooked and watches over those he meets, keeping them safe until he decides as if by some unknown messenger that their time has come and they must die.
Weapon(s): He carries a scythe, which he uses more like a walking stick then anything else. It has a ring of tiny beads hanging from its blade.
Appearance: Coming
Personality:
Death is not an imposing figure. He is not the reaper cloaked in black waiting to take your soul. No, he's just one among the crowds. Quiet, discreet. Standing out only when you come particularly close and stare him straight in the eye, or when he stabs you in the back. It is impossible to be sure of safety.
He is a shadow, watching but never speaking to some. To others he is a guardian, keeping them safe when he can, showing himself when they are in danger. And to all he is the murderer at one time or another.
In a way, his title The Farmer (which was given to him by his creator) is the truth. He watches people grow like corn, and when he decides their time has come he reaps them, kills them, and keeps what once was their life for himself.
Other Information:
He travels with Fate, his sister who's bio will be made shortly. However, as they are not really the same soul in any way shape or form, I felt that they needed to have different bios.
Backstory time.
Death has been around a long time. When the first whispers of the BRAIN project found their way to the streets he was there, watching from the cracked windows of an empty warehouse. When the creation of the machine was announced he was there, reading discarded fragments of newspaper in the overgrown garden of a deserted house. He has seen much. Originally his frame was built of bone, all the way through. As humans became more and more advanced with their machines, the bone grew older and some pieces broke and were replaced with copper, while others were simply reinforced with the metal. Twice every piece in his body was replaced with new pieces, made from younger more sturdy bone. Once he replaced all his fabric with newer more appropriate colors and textures. Time has passed. There is no longer new bone. Those who roam the world are made no longer of bone and flesh, but of copper, steel, and burlap. Most of his frame has been replaced with copper, as seems fitting. However his hands are still bone, for the touch of death is very old.
Number Placement: Painted on the inside of his vest
Gender: Neither really... But tends to tip a little more toward male.
Years since Creation: A very long time... He doesn't keep track.
Date of Creation: None... But oddly he gives the year 1789 when asked.
Alignment: rogue/lone... Somewhere in between really.
Height: Six inches
Fabric: A dark gray polyester
Metal: His metal is copper but certain parts of his frame for symbolic reasons are made of human bone... His hands and one of his feet.
Anomalies: No visible optics, they are hidden beneath the fabric which, as most fabric is, is somewhat see through from the inside. A trailing vest of white polyester is permanently attached to his fabric. He looks much like a nameless traveler you might meet on the road.
Accessories: A skull of some kind of small ratlike animal is affixed to his head. He also has a hat made of straw, or something that looks like straw... (Probably something artificial)
Abilities: Death remembers everyone he meets. He is easily overlooked and watches over those he meets, keeping them safe until he decides as if by some unknown messenger that their time has come and they must die.
Weapon(s): He carries a scythe, which he uses more like a walking stick then anything else. It has a ring of tiny beads hanging from its blade.
Appearance: Coming
Personality:
Death is not an imposing figure. He is not the reaper cloaked in black waiting to take your soul. No, he's just one among the crowds. Quiet, discreet. Standing out only when you come particularly close and stare him straight in the eye, or when he stabs you in the back. It is impossible to be sure of safety.
He is a shadow, watching but never speaking to some. To others he is a guardian, keeping them safe when he can, showing himself when they are in danger. And to all he is the murderer at one time or another.
In a way, his title The Farmer (which was given to him by his creator) is the truth. He watches people grow like corn, and when he decides their time has come he reaps them, kills them, and keeps what once was their life for himself.
Other Information:
He travels with Fate, his sister who's bio will be made shortly. However, as they are not really the same soul in any way shape or form, I felt that they needed to have different bios.
Backstory time.
Death has been around a long time. When the first whispers of the BRAIN project found their way to the streets he was there, watching from the cracked windows of an empty warehouse. When the creation of the machine was announced he was there, reading discarded fragments of newspaper in the overgrown garden of a deserted house. He has seen much. Originally his frame was built of bone, all the way through. As humans became more and more advanced with their machines, the bone grew older and some pieces broke and were replaced with copper, while others were simply reinforced with the metal. Twice every piece in his body was replaced with new pieces, made from younger more sturdy bone. Once he replaced all his fabric with newer more appropriate colors and textures. Time has passed. There is no longer new bone. Those who roam the world are made no longer of bone and flesh, but of copper, steel, and burlap. Most of his frame has been replaced with copper, as seems fitting. However his hands are still bone, for the touch of death is very old.