Post by Orca on Jan 20, 2010 22:32:14 GMT -5
The Player
[/size]OOC Name:
YOUR ADMINISTRATOR
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Other Characters:
Cadmium and Aubre.
The Character
[/size]Name:
ORCA
Aliases:
--Orca is now his name-- You do not call him otherwise.
Age:
45 years old
Species:
1/2 Vishnu and 1/2 Choroid
Planet of Origin:
Touchdown City//Earth
Gender:
Male
Current Standing:
Owner of the aerial casino
Detailed Appearance:
The owner of the casino has the look of a medieval noble, or at least a green, multi-armed one. Orca is a blend of two species that you don't often see fitting together, at least on Earth. The creature is a blend of the wise-sober minded vishnu, and the often excited Choroid. The casino owner stands at just over six tall with an extremely lanky body structure. Fingers, six on each hand, are stretched to an almost ridicoulous link, thin webbing extends between each of them in a web. The webbing is an oily mix of pale greens and golds, much like the money he values so much. The skin covering his body is a pale mint green with an almost shark like texture outlining the undersides of his arms, and the upper part of his face. Underneath his clothes one would find his belly a pale, almost white, yellow. This thick hide wraps around his rather short, prehensile tail, and blankets his second pair of arms as well. The tail is often hidden beneath wide-legged trousers, or has its gold tasseled//webbed end pulled through a special pants department. The second pair of arms, which sprouts a few inches below the first, is a bit thinner than the top pair, the webbing between the fingers more green than gold. The lack of fat on this second pair of appendages however makes one thing more obvious, there is muscle laying underneath the business suit demeanor.
Orca oft resembles an angry, cold, feudal lord. A narrow chin comes to a point below a pair of pale green lips. THe lips are usually chapped, thin, and pursed with annoyance. Large golden eyes, usually narrowed in boredom or anger, look out beneath a straight aquiline nose. Long ears extend from just beneath his hairline, and lack ornamentation of any type, thin scars indicate where he had antler-like growths sawn off. Hair? A thick mop of dull green , medium shade, hair covers his head, and swoops down in uneven bangs to cover the lack of gem on his short brow. A brighter, almost pine green, streak runs from these bangs to the middle of his skull, made more obvious when the hair is gelled , or brushed back. A pair of trimmed, dark green eyebrows, complete his facial features.
It's hard finding business tops for four limbs, so all of his are custom made. Colors vary from ivory, to ivory, and occasionally to mellow yellow. The suit coats have a swallow-tail cut, and serve toa ccentuate his lean waist, and extra arms. The cufflinks on the edge normally match his ties which come in a much brighter variety than his suit coats, and matching trousers. When not wearing suits he often opts for pin-striped button ups, sweaters, or high-quality polos.
Underneath this is a matching pair of shoes. They almost always gleam with a recent polish, and never have laces. The six toes being crammed into human shoes however, does make him resemble a clown, but I dare you to mention his big feet, you'll be surprised what hole it might end up shoved.
Strengths:
- Intelligent
- Wealthy
- Tuned into human psychology
- Independent minded, and not easily manipulated
- Has four-arms.
- Accomplished pilot
- Martial artist
Weaknesses:
- Has made many enemies
- Extremely introverted
- His intellect borders on insanity at times
- Easily bored
- Has a few genetic disorders
- Cages himself away from others
- Likes to take odd risks
- Paranoid
- Often over worked
Personality:
Orca is not what one would call open, hell he's not what most call human.
Raised in a world of cruel barbs about everything from his species, to nerd-status, wide eyes, to his weight , Orca was hardened to others, and made less amiable for it. In general he projects an air of bored annoyance, superiority, and an aura of frigid calm. Sob stories are not met with any show of sympathy, in fact he often finds them slightly amusing. Jobs are offered based on merit, and work, not on merit and tears, The only people who recieve favors or those who earn them, and those he who can tolerate ( though half-breeds with the qualifications would be hired first). Orca does not think himself superior to everyone else, but finds working with others often tiresome, and prefers to do almost everything on his own. This leads to him to coming off as headstrong, but he has no urge to waste time on useless conflicts. Never being one for friends he has no need of them now, and prefers long nights curled around odd titled books over partaking in the traps of his own business. Family is nothing more than a looming past, his parents live in a far off resort, and he calls them only when nothing else soothes his boredom. Some small part of him knows they care, but a greater majority sees them as grubby money wanting hands.
Orca's brain often works too fast for even him, his mind that of a long-living Vishnu tuned to a fastmoving human environment. Where his psychic powers left a gap, he has been filling it with ways to entertain himself and useless information. The hybrid jumped from science, to math, to creative studies in college, eventually settling on the changing world of business, money manages to hold his interst, and businesses can always change. If there is something he does not know how to do, he will try his best to learn to do it himself, if he has troubles, he will try harder.
One more trait of his makes him seem cold, Orca is extremely honest to the point of being rude. The hybrid lacks the ability to mediate anything, and speaks his mind in business. Lawyers and birds are hired to sing beautiful lies, he sees no point.
The hybrid has the benefit of an extremely shitty set of DNA. Orca has a disease, courtesy of his father, that causes his skin to crack, and occasionally to bleed green blood. Wiht money he has found a great deal of relief, but in dry environments it still may occur. Though able to do martial arts, the Vishnu has nerve issues, and chronic migraines that come from the Vishnu sector of his brain, where psychic powers would normally emerge he gets crippling headaches. Occasionally his psychic powers may flare up, but it is more dangerous than helpful. Orca never learned how to swim, his lungs are smaller than they should be, and without gills to assist him he finds swimming extremely difficult.
Even with a lonely childhood, treachorous body, and odd heritage Orca does not complain. In fact, he never seems to show any emotion about anything at all. Born with a half-vshnu brain, his psychic portion, though relatively useless, devoured a good part of his emotional center. Orca is extremely introverted, and shows about as much feeling as a robot, a poorly made one. Though he may not express it with his face, he does have thoughts and such beneath the surface. The lack of sympathy and emotions allows him to look at most things with the eyes of a scientist, but makes it hard for him to relate to others.
Prized Possessions:
- The key to the casino-- A thin silver chain hangs from his neck, the links shine with rainbows. Hanging from the center of it, constantly realigned by his meticulous hands, is a small silver key with a large square cap. The tip is etched with beautiful sea-patterns, and it ends in an almost Aztecan-pattern. The owner has one of only two copies, and has the only one that can both open the main platform, and start the ship when it is shut off for long periods of time.
- His first business textbook Kept in a prized case on his shelf, it is dog-eared and yellowed. With a cover plastered with silver dollar signs, it is written in five different languages.
- The ORCA Watch- Hanging from his belt, or sometimes his tail, it is a simple silver wrist watch painted with pictures of Orca‘s it’s his silent little jab at the people who named him after a whale in the first place. The one who originally named him, by the way, is now his janitor.
History:
Orca is not Scrooge, McDuck or Ebenezer, there is no Marley, or ghosts come to bring him back to the path of charity. The hybrid is a creature onto himself, and not something out of some sappy Dicken’s tale.
Mother and father fell in love, had sex, had a baby, the baby grew up. Though Orca doubts that will satisfy the nosy tabloids.
To begin with, his father was the Choroid, and his mother the Vishnu. The pair had come to Earth for college, the male wanting to major as a teacher, the female was studying for a doctorate in human psychology. Orca’s father would have made a better clown than he ever made a teacher, he was always stumbling over his words, blushing, and imitating slap-stick comedies from the Three Stooge’s era. His mother was rather cold, a bit calculating, and for a while it seemed, uninterested in the silly antics of the Choroid she ran into between classes. The Vishnu though, soon began to find his father’s antics entertaining, it helped kill her usual boredom. The pair started dating, and just before his mother graduated, they tied the knot. The Choroid father often found himself out of work, he may have been a decent teacher, but he had little idea about how to work the technology the position now requires. He soon became the cook, the maid, and the gardner, while his wife earned the big bucks at her self-run therapy office.
Two years after their marriage the pair received happy news, though his father was sad he wasn’t the one experiencing it, Orca’s mother was pregnant. The family’s were surprisingly accepting of the baby when it was born, and even liked his name Xenith Larick, which had been randomly selected from the alphabet. The baby grew to the age of five with little issues, his father providing most of the care, his mother listening to his complaints as she did with her clients. Occasionally she was forced to tuck him into bed, but she was a relatively distant figure to Xenith. His father however always hovered about, even going so far as to walk the boy to the teleported, in a pink flowered apron, on his first day of school.
Though it sounds relatively fun, he was well off, Orca’s childhood was not all sunny. The two spouses had originally intended to leave Touchdown, but they could not decide where to go, so stayed with some occasional animosity. Moving would have been a good idea.
The hybrid had also been tested for a variety of defects, his smiles were rare, even as a baby, and he seldom cried. The doctors however said that they could find little structurally wrong. The psychic cortex was just not developed properly.
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No psychoanalytical nonsense though, it’s school.
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The hybrid could already read and write before he started kindergarten. This already had him labeled weird by the other children, as did his habit of staring out the window instead of finger-painting. The four arms scared the human children, and with never learning to swim, the choroids children turned him away. The other Vishnu saw him as inferior when he could not levitate items, and play in their games.
Finishing his homework aptly, and on time , and with no friends the hybrid was subjected to his father’s decent cooking. What had originally been baby fat turned into real fat, and his second pair of arms became so weighted he was unable to move them. Mother did nothing but analyze, while father fretted. Grades showed that school was no issue, nor did Orca ever express displeasure with it.
The original jibes turned to fat jokes, and the blend of two species withdrew into the cleft between them.
The nickname “ORCA” came early, one day during class , the teacher was asking them to name animals. Some had said killer whale, someone else had snorted Xenith, and he had replied calmly with:
“It’s more proper name is Orca.”
A Vishnu nearby added the scientific name, but the ousted kid sneered “ORCA”, and the nickname stuck. The teacher found herself unable to stop it.
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School went by in a blend of misery, school uniforms had to be custom tailored, he missed many days for being sick. He gained more weight, and the teasing continued.
His mother, tired of school counselor’s, and her son’s weight gain began to talk to him professionally. When asked when he would not participate in gym, or go on a diet he replied:
“I am a whale, an orca. That’s what they all suspect anyway. Why prove them wrong?”
The Vishnu smiled and replied:
“But Orca’s are slick, deadly, slim creatures.”
That day forth he began to research the whales. With some bribery money he began to participate more in gym, began to submit research papers on Orcas, and joined a martial arts team.
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Even though school had long since bored him, solitary and alone he alone learned from it. Graduating somewhere in the top 25%, pure Vishnu’s beat him, likely with psychic cheating.
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College was next. It took him four years of useless majors, to find one he could tolerate. The hybrid was continuing his martial arts and meditation in between classes, and sickness. In college he no longer resembled the teased child of high school, he attempted to flirt, but found the activity useless and demeaning. Instead he began sifting through classes, settling on business, advertising, and economics.
He graduated once again.
Somewhere during this schooling his parents moved to a resort, leaving the door open for him to come with at any time. Little did the loving pair know that in a few years their son could wipe their nose with their house.
Their son was lonely, but they saw it as part of who he was.
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Starting on the low end of a business, he shot up over six years, to high figures. Playing stocks with surprising accuracy he made enough money to start his own business. Instead of doing an accounting firm, or small store, he bought a ship.
Another bout of college, and long days at work.
He did make a friend this time however, a rather elderly battle-ship polite, with a cynical view on the world. That man was his professor in aeronautics, and taught him how to fly.
Eyes glowing with riches, he began to fix up the ship, using money saved in the bank to purchase slots and mismatched furniture.
It was seven years ago that the casino took to the air, then it was only a small ship with a few machines. With each card sucked into the whirling slots however he began to build the place up, advertising by hand.
It may have taken seven years, and angry employees, but he has found something that satisfied him.
For now.
But knowing Orca, that now will not last much longer.
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