Oct 10, 2017 18:56:58 GMT -7
Post by Ari Halcyon on Oct 10, 2017 18:56:58 GMT -7
Name: Ari Halcyon
Age: 24
Gender: Agender
Occupation: Artist, blogger, and officially unemployed
Loose affiliations with Apocalypse
Face Claim: Yuri on Ice - Yurio
Appearance:
Medium frame, medium height, medium-length blond hair that lands on the shoulders and is determined to absorb every leaf it comes across. Ari is built like a medium rectangle - which has then has a sledge hammer taken it several times. Living in the jungle does that to a person, apparently. Their collection of scars ranges from the dual claw marks across their stomach from the time that refrigerator-sized cat monster got into their house while they’d also been home to the chunk missing off their right ear and left index knuckle, both lost to a small but lightning fast monster that seemed to have acquired a taste for their flesh. If a chunk of their body doesn’t have the remains of a wound on it, chances are high it’s got an active one going; cut fingers, bruised elbows from catching themselves from this week’s instance of falling out of a tree, slashes or burns or bruises from their most recent encounter with the other, more violent residents of the jungle. They’re getting a little better at lowering the number of injuries they’ve got at any given time, but that’s still a bit of a work in progress.
Their wardrobe is tough and tattered by necessity. Articles stolen from stores that last three weeks out in the wilds have passed the test and can be honorably accepted into their small collection. The rest wouldn’t have done them much good for very long anyway. Back when they could wear silk, lace, and the other non-tough-as-nails clothes, they did so often, and do so still given the opportunity and the right occasion.
Talents:
Painting: Perhaps Ari’s deepest love in life, putting a brush to a canvas will never get old. While not naturally skilled, unending practice has made them fairly good at putting their thoughts on paper.
Blogging: Mostly because they have one. Their writing is simple but they update regularly, and those who stumble across the blog lost several pages into search engines will find pictures and short stories depicting life out in the jungle, and their unabashed view of the society surrounding it.
Pyrotechnics: Call it an odd hobby, but Ari’s always had an interest in colorful fire or things that explode and has scoured both the officially published sources and the depths of the internet for the newest and brightest. Granted, most of it is book knowledge that’s never been put into practice.
Wilderness survival: Hunting, hiding from giant monsters, starting fires, not starting fires on the roof; Ari had to learn it fast and learn it well. The jungle’s been a good, albeit admittedly cruel, teacher.
First aid: When a giant scythe ant attacks, someone’s got to be there to bandage the bleeding wounds.
Carpentry: Numbering among the things they learned out of necessity after moving into the jungle, they’re skilled at putting wood together into useful shapes.
Stealth: Moving in the shadows, avoiding snapping twigs, and plunging knives exactly where they need to be are skills Ari’s honed, and not just because it’s really useful for avoiding police. Their magic’s added camouflage certainly helps.
Personality:
If one put a quiet, timid bookworm and a flamboyant television show host in the blender, Ari would be the result.
On one hand, they’re a rampant daydreamer, prone to zoning out under pressing timelines and getting distracted with the most inane things even as coworkers ask them to finish their part of the project, please. When going day to day, they don’t ask for much, push for much, or complain about their troubles. They can be very happy with very little; “a paintbrush and a roof to keep the water off the art” is all they need to call themselves content, and a single small good deed or smile given by a stranger is enough to make their day a good one.
On the other, very little of what they do is done simply, if they can help it. Projects are better bigger. Guidebooks should be put to the side in favor of the new and different and traditions and assumptions should be questioned to see if they really are the best. The things humanity makes shouldn’t just be there, they should grab our attention. They shouldn’t follow a formula, but be felt in the gut; elicit an emotional response from the consumer. These opinions are habitual enough that Ari will take for granted the fact that they’re blowing the budget and a half on pyrotechnics and considers it a given that whatever they’re doing, it’s going to be big.
Ari values personal accomplishment above all else. The sense of personal achievement from following one’s dreams and succeeding, the mark a person leaves on the world for all those who come after to see; that’s far more important to them than standard comforts or being part of a larger whole, and they want to share this view with the whole of everyone. Not to force it on them, pre say (though they’re fairly certain a lot of them would like it if they gave it a try), just to inform them it exists. Their sense of duty overrides what timidness would keep them quietly minding their own thoughts, just as everything else that’s important to them.
Magic Name: Chameleon
Magic:
Not being spotted by the monsters roaming the jungle is hard. Not being spotted by the police for fleeing with a stolen shovel to replace the second one that broke this week is arguably even harder. Now, with the Power of the Jungle, much of Ari’s worries are gone! Or, slightly lessened, anyway. Come a couple nights spent sleeping under some giant trees, Ari’s skin has become smooth and stretchy like rubber. Same texture, same effect when someone tugs on it a little, and importantly, very malleable.
In two senses of the word; they can mold structural features and change their various pigmentations. Altered features, be them facial or the minor bone alterations they can pull off, have to be within the realm of what’s humanly possible and within a certain degree of their actual features. Their nose could be narrowed, rounded, or moved a bit up or down on their face, but couldn’t be turned upside down. Tonal changes, however, can be well outside the bounds of humans. Bright blue hair and sea green skin striped with orange is within their ability, and wonderful for standing out in a crowd.
Changes made are not instantaneous, however. Rather, their features seem to shift as though flowing from one form into another. The process isn’t so slow one couldn’t notice it, but Ari often has to slow to a casual walking pace when changing their camouflage to something starkly new to keep it close to their surroundings, and a complete change of face can take upwards of five minutes of intense concentration. Holding a consistent form isn’t an overly sustainable action, either. Ari can only go around in a new face for a handful of hours before they have to return to their usual old self. Finally and occasionally, if their mind drifts, their form might drift along with it. They’ve more than once zoned out while painting only to find themselves the same sky blue tone they’d been painting with.
History:
The day the letter came in the post stating they were out of their job and there would be none to replace it, they packed a small bag of their possessions from the apartment they no longer owned and walked into the jungle. They doubted they were doing anything good for their life expectancy by moving into the jungle - hell, they had their doubts they’d last a week - but it was better than ending up in jail once they couldn’t fend off sleep and the police found they had no home. But they’d wandered into the jungle now and again on their freetime for inspiration and adrenaline-induced excitement, and their last government appointed job, picking up and chucking crates all day, had done to their body what protein shakes and hours at the gym would’ve done, so they weren’t totally unprepared, at least.
Their magic appeared on the fifth straight day spent out in the jungle. They went to bed without an ounce of the supernatural in their body, and woke up the next morning with skin the same swirling brown, speckled with green as the tree root they’d slept under. It took them a couple weeks to get the hang of not being bright green when walking into the dark parts of the forest and a couple months more to get the uncanny valley out of the facial structure aspect of their abilities, but once their magical training out in the wilds was complete, life - specifically avoiding the things that wanted to take it - got a lot easier.
Food was easy enough to get in the fertile jungle, and tools could be “gathered” with quick runs back into the city. Usually in a magical disguise to keep the police from connecting too many crimes to their real face. It was finding a permanent residence that was hard. After almost a year and several housing trials and errors, they finally completed the “house” they live in now; a wooden structure hidden in the branches of a shorter tree in a grove. It’s a small one-room and the walls are fairly dependent on camouflage to keep out the flying squirrel monsters, but they’d be amiss to call anything else home.
PASSION: 11
BRAVERY: 11
FRIENDSHIP: 16
Skills:
Name: Easy Guide
Attribute: 13
Function: Bypasses splitting obstacles.
Special: User only consumes 4 energy when used, 9 for a magic user exploring the wasteland, but reduces the effective score by -3.
Name: Exhausting Scout
Function: Reveals paths 4 moves away.
Special: Prevents the user from using any skill next turn, boosted effect.
Age: 24
Gender: Agender
Occupation: Artist, blogger, and officially unemployed
Loose affiliations with Apocalypse
Face Claim: Yuri on Ice - Yurio
Appearance:
Medium frame, medium height, medium-length blond hair that lands on the shoulders and is determined to absorb every leaf it comes across. Ari is built like a medium rectangle - which has then has a sledge hammer taken it several times. Living in the jungle does that to a person, apparently. Their collection of scars ranges from the dual claw marks across their stomach from the time that refrigerator-sized cat monster got into their house while they’d also been home to the chunk missing off their right ear and left index knuckle, both lost to a small but lightning fast monster that seemed to have acquired a taste for their flesh. If a chunk of their body doesn’t have the remains of a wound on it, chances are high it’s got an active one going; cut fingers, bruised elbows from catching themselves from this week’s instance of falling out of a tree, slashes or burns or bruises from their most recent encounter with the other, more violent residents of the jungle. They’re getting a little better at lowering the number of injuries they’ve got at any given time, but that’s still a bit of a work in progress.
Their wardrobe is tough and tattered by necessity. Articles stolen from stores that last three weeks out in the wilds have passed the test and can be honorably accepted into their small collection. The rest wouldn’t have done them much good for very long anyway. Back when they could wear silk, lace, and the other non-tough-as-nails clothes, they did so often, and do so still given the opportunity and the right occasion.
Talents:
Painting: Perhaps Ari’s deepest love in life, putting a brush to a canvas will never get old. While not naturally skilled, unending practice has made them fairly good at putting their thoughts on paper.
Blogging: Mostly because they have one. Their writing is simple but they update regularly, and those who stumble across the blog lost several pages into search engines will find pictures and short stories depicting life out in the jungle, and their unabashed view of the society surrounding it.
Pyrotechnics: Call it an odd hobby, but Ari’s always had an interest in colorful fire or things that explode and has scoured both the officially published sources and the depths of the internet for the newest and brightest. Granted, most of it is book knowledge that’s never been put into practice.
Wilderness survival: Hunting, hiding from giant monsters, starting fires, not starting fires on the roof; Ari had to learn it fast and learn it well. The jungle’s been a good, albeit admittedly cruel, teacher.
First aid: When a giant scythe ant attacks, someone’s got to be there to bandage the bleeding wounds.
Carpentry: Numbering among the things they learned out of necessity after moving into the jungle, they’re skilled at putting wood together into useful shapes.
Stealth: Moving in the shadows, avoiding snapping twigs, and plunging knives exactly where they need to be are skills Ari’s honed, and not just because it’s really useful for avoiding police. Their magic’s added camouflage certainly helps.
Personality:
If one put a quiet, timid bookworm and a flamboyant television show host in the blender, Ari would be the result.
On one hand, they’re a rampant daydreamer, prone to zoning out under pressing timelines and getting distracted with the most inane things even as coworkers ask them to finish their part of the project, please. When going day to day, they don’t ask for much, push for much, or complain about their troubles. They can be very happy with very little; “a paintbrush and a roof to keep the water off the art” is all they need to call themselves content, and a single small good deed or smile given by a stranger is enough to make their day a good one.
On the other, very little of what they do is done simply, if they can help it. Projects are better bigger. Guidebooks should be put to the side in favor of the new and different and traditions and assumptions should be questioned to see if they really are the best. The things humanity makes shouldn’t just be there, they should grab our attention. They shouldn’t follow a formula, but be felt in the gut; elicit an emotional response from the consumer. These opinions are habitual enough that Ari will take for granted the fact that they’re blowing the budget and a half on pyrotechnics and considers it a given that whatever they’re doing, it’s going to be big.
Ari values personal accomplishment above all else. The sense of personal achievement from following one’s dreams and succeeding, the mark a person leaves on the world for all those who come after to see; that’s far more important to them than standard comforts or being part of a larger whole, and they want to share this view with the whole of everyone. Not to force it on them, pre say (though they’re fairly certain a lot of them would like it if they gave it a try), just to inform them it exists. Their sense of duty overrides what timidness would keep them quietly minding their own thoughts, just as everything else that’s important to them.
Magic Name: Chameleon
Magic:
Not being spotted by the monsters roaming the jungle is hard. Not being spotted by the police for fleeing with a stolen shovel to replace the second one that broke this week is arguably even harder. Now, with the Power of the Jungle, much of Ari’s worries are gone! Or, slightly lessened, anyway. Come a couple nights spent sleeping under some giant trees, Ari’s skin has become smooth and stretchy like rubber. Same texture, same effect when someone tugs on it a little, and importantly, very malleable.
In two senses of the word; they can mold structural features and change their various pigmentations. Altered features, be them facial or the minor bone alterations they can pull off, have to be within the realm of what’s humanly possible and within a certain degree of their actual features. Their nose could be narrowed, rounded, or moved a bit up or down on their face, but couldn’t be turned upside down. Tonal changes, however, can be well outside the bounds of humans. Bright blue hair and sea green skin striped with orange is within their ability, and wonderful for standing out in a crowd.
Changes made are not instantaneous, however. Rather, their features seem to shift as though flowing from one form into another. The process isn’t so slow one couldn’t notice it, but Ari often has to slow to a casual walking pace when changing their camouflage to something starkly new to keep it close to their surroundings, and a complete change of face can take upwards of five minutes of intense concentration. Holding a consistent form isn’t an overly sustainable action, either. Ari can only go around in a new face for a handful of hours before they have to return to their usual old self. Finally and occasionally, if their mind drifts, their form might drift along with it. They’ve more than once zoned out while painting only to find themselves the same sky blue tone they’d been painting with.
History:
The day the letter came in the post stating they were out of their job and there would be none to replace it, they packed a small bag of their possessions from the apartment they no longer owned and walked into the jungle. They doubted they were doing anything good for their life expectancy by moving into the jungle - hell, they had their doubts they’d last a week - but it was better than ending up in jail once they couldn’t fend off sleep and the police found they had no home. But they’d wandered into the jungle now and again on their freetime for inspiration and adrenaline-induced excitement, and their last government appointed job, picking up and chucking crates all day, had done to their body what protein shakes and hours at the gym would’ve done, so they weren’t totally unprepared, at least.
Their magic appeared on the fifth straight day spent out in the jungle. They went to bed without an ounce of the supernatural in their body, and woke up the next morning with skin the same swirling brown, speckled with green as the tree root they’d slept under. It took them a couple weeks to get the hang of not being bright green when walking into the dark parts of the forest and a couple months more to get the uncanny valley out of the facial structure aspect of their abilities, but once their magical training out in the wilds was complete, life - specifically avoiding the things that wanted to take it - got a lot easier.
Food was easy enough to get in the fertile jungle, and tools could be “gathered” with quick runs back into the city. Usually in a magical disguise to keep the police from connecting too many crimes to their real face. It was finding a permanent residence that was hard. After almost a year and several housing trials and errors, they finally completed the “house” they live in now; a wooden structure hidden in the branches of a shorter tree in a grove. It’s a small one-room and the walls are fairly dependent on camouflage to keep out the flying squirrel monsters, but they’d be amiss to call anything else home.
PASSION: 11
BRAVERY: 11
FRIENDSHIP: 16
Skills:
Name: Easy Guide
Attribute: 13
Function: Bypasses splitting obstacles.
Special: User only consumes 4 energy when used, 9 for a magic user exploring the wasteland, but reduces the effective score by -3.
Name: Exhausting Scout
Function: Reveals paths 4 moves away.
Special: Prevents the user from using any skill next turn, boosted effect.