Post by Kankri Vantas on Sept 13, 2012 19:17:00 GMT -5
Super Identity and Secret Identity: Kankri Vantas, Vantaseer
Alliance: Unaligned/Neutral
Gender Preference:Male
Age:19
Birthday:June 7
Personality:Naive and thoughtful, Kankri tends to be a very outspoken person. He is extremely rebellious and protective of others, although his bark is worse than his bite. He can whip up many jargon-filled speeches and conjure a long-winded annoyances in minutes, which usually irks bystanders. He is similar to your average teenager, although his ideas about 'persecution' and 'justice' can be rather far-fetched and sometimes outrageous. The way he educates others is simply preaching to them, limiting his amounts of friends who can actually stand him. Sometimes, though, he can quiet down and lapse into a period of time where he rarely utters a word after a traumatizing event. He has a typing quirk, replacing o with 9 and b with 6. He also tags things online, what he calls 'trigger words'. At first, he appears to be asexual.
Appearance:Fluffy black hair and soulless, empty white eyes make up most of his startling appearance. He also has short, stubby horns colored like candy-corn, which he usually hides by wearing a bowler hat. He has tinted gray skin and unusually sharp teeth and a small overbite. He normally wears a large, poofy, red turtleneck and pants hiked up all the way to his chests. Fortunately, these are hidden by his turtleneck sweater. His nails are a bit longer and also tinted by a light yellow.
History: Kankri wasn't entirely sure what happened to him. He only remembers waking up one day in a testing tube, or that's what he thought it was. Before he knew it, he had horns and all the other abnormal mutations he received from the experiments conducted on him. He grew up slowly, the scientists always cuddling him and acting like he was nothing and knew nothing. Sometimes, they acted like he was never there and treated him like a mentally disabled child. This led to him attempting to get everyone, anyone, to notice him. He would create big speeches to impress people, but whenever he tried to argue for his rights, he was blown off by a simple wave of a hand. He continued to fight back as he grew up, eventually getting gagged and thrown into the streets one day. All he had on him was the clothes on his back, ten dollars, and a memory to search for his only relative.
Secret Identity: He became your basic accountant at the bank, with nothing better to do.
Power:The temporary ability to see into the future and past, as well as envision different scenarios/conflicts. He can also manipulate his own blood to a certain extent. (we don't know much about him yet, so I'll just give him this, if it isn't god-modding.)
RP Sample:
You never had anything special, did you?
Lost all of your memories. Poor wriggler.
Did you lose all your memories about Sgrub? The descendents? Ancestors? Dancestors? Everything?
Poor wriggler. You do remember him, though, don't you?
Kankri woke up in cold sweat, feeling his skin burning from a familiar feeling. Another one of those 'sgrub' dreams. Reminding him of a past that never existed. Funny he should have dreamt it, of all times. Today was the day he'd been awoken in the test tube all those years ago.
Getting out of bed, Kankri wrapped a tidy blanket around himself, feeling a bit cold. Not bothering to change his regular clothes, he stepped off the bed and promptly sat down to play around with his computer. Well, he might as well, since it was his day off.
Opening the laptop, Kankri examined the blog site he was on. It was your average, everyday scene -- people arguing about politics, gay rights, kids wearing tiaras, women, memes, whatever. He felt a bit offended by all of it, but he ignored them anyways. One thing he couldn't get out of his mind was the new chat app, or something like that, called Trollian.
He'd named himself insuffera6leSpeaker, hoping no one would notice who he was. It was a pretty lame username, he knew. But who really cares? It described himself pretty well, from what others told him.
After some time, Kankri found some person named carcinoGeneticist. Someone who would listen to him, although the long silence after a winding speech of his kind of annoyed Kankri. At least he listened, although CG could be quite crabby at times.
This was one of those times. The man was sobbing over some sort of old movie -- Titanic, was it? -- and seemed inclined to throw all his feelings into the computer and somewhat troll Kankri with its odd comments.
Wow. CG wins this round.
Closing the laptop after reading everything CG had messaged, Kankri threw himself back onto bed. He'd grown fond of reading everything CG wrote; it was interesting enough and it was a good, solid companionship...for the computer, at least.
Maybe he should get some sleep. Yeah, sleep would be good.
Kankri, for the first time in weeks, had an uneventful slumber.
Other: I don't know too much about Kankri, so if I seem OOC, please tell me and show me how I could play him better, please! We only really know he is the 'seer of blood'.
Password?: Clark Kent Superman Clark Kent Superman
Alliance: Unaligned/Neutral
Gender Preference:Male
Age:19
Birthday:June 7
Personality:Naive and thoughtful, Kankri tends to be a very outspoken person. He is extremely rebellious and protective of others, although his bark is worse than his bite. He can whip up many jargon-filled speeches and conjure a long-winded annoyances in minutes, which usually irks bystanders. He is similar to your average teenager, although his ideas about 'persecution' and 'justice' can be rather far-fetched and sometimes outrageous. The way he educates others is simply preaching to them, limiting his amounts of friends who can actually stand him. Sometimes, though, he can quiet down and lapse into a period of time where he rarely utters a word after a traumatizing event. He has a typing quirk, replacing o with 9 and b with 6. He also tags things online, what he calls 'trigger words'. At first, he appears to be asexual.
Appearance:Fluffy black hair and soulless, empty white eyes make up most of his startling appearance. He also has short, stubby horns colored like candy-corn, which he usually hides by wearing a bowler hat. He has tinted gray skin and unusually sharp teeth and a small overbite. He normally wears a large, poofy, red turtleneck and pants hiked up all the way to his chests. Fortunately, these are hidden by his turtleneck sweater. His nails are a bit longer and also tinted by a light yellow.
History: Kankri wasn't entirely sure what happened to him. He only remembers waking up one day in a testing tube, or that's what he thought it was. Before he knew it, he had horns and all the other abnormal mutations he received from the experiments conducted on him. He grew up slowly, the scientists always cuddling him and acting like he was nothing and knew nothing. Sometimes, they acted like he was never there and treated him like a mentally disabled child. This led to him attempting to get everyone, anyone, to notice him. He would create big speeches to impress people, but whenever he tried to argue for his rights, he was blown off by a simple wave of a hand. He continued to fight back as he grew up, eventually getting gagged and thrown into the streets one day. All he had on him was the clothes on his back, ten dollars, and a memory to search for his only relative.
Secret Identity: He became your basic accountant at the bank, with nothing better to do.
Power:The temporary ability to see into the future and past, as well as envision different scenarios/conflicts. He can also manipulate his own blood to a certain extent. (we don't know much about him yet, so I'll just give him this, if it isn't god-modding.)
RP Sample:
You never had anything special, did you?
Lost all of your memories. Poor wriggler.
Did you lose all your memories about Sgrub? The descendents? Ancestors? Dancestors? Everything?
Poor wriggler. You do remember him, though, don't you?
Kankri woke up in cold sweat, feeling his skin burning from a familiar feeling. Another one of those 'sgrub' dreams. Reminding him of a past that never existed. Funny he should have dreamt it, of all times. Today was the day he'd been awoken in the test tube all those years ago.
Getting out of bed, Kankri wrapped a tidy blanket around himself, feeling a bit cold. Not bothering to change his regular clothes, he stepped off the bed and promptly sat down to play around with his computer. Well, he might as well, since it was his day off.
Opening the laptop, Kankri examined the blog site he was on. It was your average, everyday scene -- people arguing about politics, gay rights, kids wearing tiaras, women, memes, whatever. He felt a bit offended by all of it, but he ignored them anyways. One thing he couldn't get out of his mind was the new chat app, or something like that, called Trollian.
He'd named himself insuffera6leSpeaker, hoping no one would notice who he was. It was a pretty lame username, he knew. But who really cares? It described himself pretty well, from what others told him.
After some time, Kankri found some person named carcinoGeneticist. Someone who would listen to him, although the long silence after a winding speech of his kind of annoyed Kankri. At least he listened, although CG could be quite crabby at times.
This was one of those times. The man was sobbing over some sort of old movie -- Titanic, was it? -- and seemed inclined to throw all his feelings into the computer and somewhat troll Kankri with its odd comments.
Wow. CG wins this round.
Closing the laptop after reading everything CG had messaged, Kankri threw himself back onto bed. He'd grown fond of reading everything CG wrote; it was interesting enough and it was a good, solid companionship...for the computer, at least.
Maybe he should get some sleep. Yeah, sleep would be good.
Kankri, for the first time in weeks, had an uneventful slumber.
Other: I don't know too much about Kankri, so if I seem OOC, please tell me and show me how I could play him better, please! We only really know he is the 'seer of blood'.
Password?: Clark Kent Superman Clark Kent Superman
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