Post by nyla on Nov 30, 2009 1:41:17 GMT -5
The Player
[/size]OOC Name:
Nyla
Age:
15
Gender:
Female
Other Characters:
None!
The Character
[/size]Name:
Sshikii Skissurrii
Aliases:
Shiki
Age:
31 (Adolescent)
Species:
Skassis
Planet of Origin:
Kuass
Gender:
Male
Current Standing:
doing odd jobs to feed himself and his stray cats.
Detailed Appearance:
Standing at a towering eight-foot-three, Shiki is covered in shimmering dark blue scales, often seen as black. Where his skin shows, it is a grey shade only slightly lighter than his scales. His body is more muscular than average, which contributes to his frightening appearance. Two sharp horns protrude from his skull, the right one broken off halfway in some long ago battle. The same battle (or possibly another. He never says) has left a long jagged scar diagonally across his chest, from his right shoulder to just above his hip. Many other scars, much smaller, adorn his body. Though he prefers to go without clothes like most of his kind, in public he can be seen wearing faded jeans, cut off just above the knee. He wears various earrings, though they are often barely visible among the fur. Occasionally he will wear his favorite brown plaid fedora, though the odd looks on strangers when it wears it makes it a bit uncomfortable. He usually wears it only in private. He is never seen without his necklace, a tarnished silver disk, about the size of an earth quarter, on a sturdy steel chain. The image on the disk is that of a crescent moon and three stars.
Strengths:
- Strong
- Hardened fighter (though he dislikes it)
- Can go for several days without food
- Built-in weapons
Weaknesses:
- Anything cute and/or fluffy
- A bit shy
- Doesn't like violence
- People usually don't understand what he's saying, and don't bother hanging around the scary alien to find out.
Personality:
To put it simply, Shiki is an introvert. He doesn't particularly care for the company of others, and if forced to go to a party, he would stand in a corner trying (and failing) to be inconspicuous. The aspect of social gatherings he does enjoy though, is listening to others talk. He is fascinated with the lives of strangers, and lives vicariously through them. When someone talks to him (which is rare, since his frightening appearance keeps most away), he will usually start, mumble something, and scoot away. If they persist (which, again, has happened approximately once), he will tentatively reply, and, after a while, slowly open up to them. He has very few friends, but those friends know him for who he really is: A big softie with a fondness for animals.
When he's at home, he loves to spend time with his cats, which he has picked up off the streets. He loves them all to death, and has names for all of them. They have free reign of his tiny apartment, as well as full access to the outdoors. (Luckily he is on a low floor, and there is a tree just outside one of the windows.) When he's not playing with them, some of his other hobbies include reading, tinkering with machines, reading, people watching, reading, and... well, reading. He LOVES to read, though he often finds it difficult to get his hands on books, both in the literal and figurative way. He large hands and long fingers often make it difficult for him to position the book and turn the pages. His favorite kinds of books include fiction, fantasy, books on cats, and pretty much anything else he can find. He uses the money from the odd jobs he does to pay for his books, as well as food for himself and his cats, and to pay rent to the landlord. Unfortunately, he has a hard time with the latter, and is constantly in debt. He hopes to get a real job soon, so he may finally pay up, and maybe buy his cats something nice.
Prized Possessions:
His pendant, and his fedora.
History:
Shiki has very few memories of his mother. He never knew his father, is is such with Skrassis, and his mother died when he was very young. The only thing she left him was his silver pendant, which he wears everywhere, even while bathing. He grew up on the streets of touchdown, cared for by no one, and frequently beaten up by bullies. The fact that he survived is a miracle, and he attributes his survival to the care of the city's stray animals. Due to the harsh conditions of his childhood, he learned to fight at an early age, mainly by trial and error. The countless scars on his body, and his broken horn, bear witness to that. As soon as he was old enough, he began searching for jobs. probably due to his frightening appearance, he had very little luck. He did whatever errands were asked of him by those he knew, and sought out others that needed help. Slowly, he accumulated enough money to buy a small and not very well-kept apartment. If he finds a stray cat on the street, he brings it home and feeds it whatever leftovers he has. Luckily, the cats can fend fairly well for themselves, and he needn't spend too much money on food for them. His newest boarders are a mother cat and her kittens, who were born (much to his delight) in Shiki's closet. Hence, some of his linens and pants now have bloodstains on them, which certainly does not make him any new friends.
Roleplay Sample:
She might be slightly colorblind, but Nyla could see in the dark quite well. She didn't have as acute nightvision as some, but she saw the humanish figure well enough. her eyes widened, and she stood frozen in place, the tip of her tail flicking from side to side in agitation. She knew this person. something about their figure, the ears, the tail, the features... Something was not right. Who was this strange person wandering at night with only a small pup for company... Who was she? And why was she so familiar?
Tybalt came up behind Nyla, wondering why his Person had such an aura of tension. She spied the vulticus, and immediately went into defense. He lowered his head, bringing up the ridge on his back. His tail hovered over his back, scorpion style, and the lights flared brighter. He was normally a quite docile little creature, but not when he was threatened. He bared his needle-like teeth, and showed the pup his claws.
As the words made their way into Nyla's mind, she came rising back into reality. Dipping her head, she replied coolly, "The night air does me good. Should we not make the best of this fine evening?" Unconsciously she found herself slipping into the same formal speech that the Humanish was using.
Yet as the light hit the stranger's eyes Nyla's mind opened a floodgate. Images and words spilled from her memory. A small child at the door with star-speckled eyes, begging for shelter. A voice gleefully calling her name. A tearstained face staring back at her from the arms of her parents. The pain of separation and a scream tearing from her throat. A name, all but buried in agony and grief, and the sparkling starry eyes.
Tybalt came up behind Nyla, wondering why his Person had such an aura of tension. She spied the vulticus, and immediately went into defense. He lowered his head, bringing up the ridge on his back. His tail hovered over his back, scorpion style, and the lights flared brighter. He was normally a quite docile little creature, but not when he was threatened. He bared his needle-like teeth, and showed the pup his claws.
As the words made their way into Nyla's mind, she came rising back into reality. Dipping her head, she replied coolly, "The night air does me good. Should we not make the best of this fine evening?" Unconsciously she found herself slipping into the same formal speech that the Humanish was using.
Yet as the light hit the stranger's eyes Nyla's mind opened a floodgate. Images and words spilled from her memory. A small child at the door with star-speckled eyes, begging for shelter. A voice gleefully calling her name. A tearstained face staring back at her from the arms of her parents. The pain of separation and a scream tearing from her throat. A name, all but buried in agony and grief, and the sparkling starry eyes.
