Post by T. Corpse on Nov 25, 2009 20:08:04 GMT -5
The Player
[/size]OOC Name:
T. Corpse
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Other Characters:
None (yet)
The Character
[/size]Name:
Wep-wawet Hathor
Aliases:
Wep (which he thinks is a bit insulting) or Set (which he prefers to be called). The origins of Wep are fairly obvious, but Set comes, like the rest of his name, from the god Set, whose son (Wep-wawet) he was named for.
Age:
29
Species:
Werebeast—Akbash Dog.
As a note, the category of werebeast he falls into isn't threatening. Once every 30 days he has a day or two where he changes completely into a dog. He locks himself in his house or apartment, usually, not because he’s dangerous but because it can be a bit embarrassing (and changing back and realizing you’re in the pound sucks). He remembers everything that happens, but when he’s a dog, he thinks, acts, and reasons like one as well.
Planet of Origin:
His parents were from Earth, but he was born on Nithroy
Gender:
Male
Current Standing:
Socially, he has always been rather low in the ladder (though he’s never really been able to see it that way). Set is currently unemployed, but lives off pick pocketing and other forms of thievery. He’s qualified for work as a bodyguard (even on his dog days, so long as his client doesn’t mind keeping a doggie bag in their pocket) or herder, but there isn’t much livestock in Touchdown City.
Detailed Appearance:
Most people wouldn’t guess Set was anything but a regular human, with just a few alterations here and there. He’s quite tall—standing at just below six feet—and is thin and slightly muscular. His skin is pale and has, true to the Akbash, a few black blotches here and there, one on the back of his right knee, one on his collarbone, and one on his lower back. Set’s posture is strong—he walks with his shoulders back his eyes always looking straight ahead.
His face his wide and he has a high forehead, but is normally hidden by a clump of snow-white hair. His eyes are almond shaped and stand out nicely because of their dark, honey-brown color and intensity. His nose is crooked and so is his thin-lipped smile. His hair is shaggy, bright white, and hangs roughly to his shoulders and often in his face.
In way of clothes, he isn’t very fashionable, but because of his time with the Neebu, he is very fond of bright colors. He’s a bit of an eyesore, too, because he doesn’t have a clue what a complementary color is. Set also likes colorful patterns, and when he wants to look impressive, throws on a few faux gold and silver bracelets and necklaces. He wears a black translator headset, a thick, brown leather collar around his neck, and his money card from a long necklace inside his shirt.
Strengths:
- He is not only observant, but also good at reading into body language. Though he is not always a dog, he certainly asserts his dominance or displays his submission like a dog would, and recognizes nervousness or aggression in others quickly.
- He is very brave, and wouldn’t hesitate to leap into action and pit himself against a significantly larger or more powerful being if it threatened him (though this trait often spills over into over confidence).
- Set is determined. If he says something is going to get done, then dammnit, it is going to happen.
Weaknesses:
- Tends to be over-aggressive and over-protective of his charges.
- Refuses to see flaws in those he likes; refuses to see the positive in those he doesn’t.
- Set is defiantly overconfident—he has nearly met his end in many cases because he thought he could do more than he was capable of.
Personality:
Generally, Set is easy to understand. He is loyal, hard working, confident, protective, and surprisingly maternal. He is a generally accepting person but can be uneasy around things that are unfamiliar to him. He sees the good in others and often refuses to see the bad, and assumes that people whom he admires could do no wrong.
Once Set commits himself to an idea or person, he would be difficult to sway. He throws himself completely into causes and tasks and often gets so wrapped up in his work that it becomes a fault. Sometimes it’s as if he has blinders on and can see nothing but the completion of his job. But this is only if he can see a clear worth to what he is doing, there is nothing more useless and insulting than being given busywork.
Set is confident in the things that he does, and is frequently too much so. He has picked fights that he couldn’t win and been beaten so badly he didn’t wake up for a day or two. This also translates so that he looks down on others if he doesn’t think they are as good or as strong as he is, and this is a major flaw that leads him to severely underestimate some people.
Like the majority of people, Set is most comfortable in familiar settings (which is why is uneasy in most of Touchdown City), but this doesn’t mean he is resentful towards unfamiliar things. He normally doesn’t treat any kind of alien or human different than others (though the Trasi make him very uneasy), with the exception of Neebu, who he often treat as being superior to other species, mostly because the majority of his lifetime was spent in service to them.
His biggest flaw is how he views people: he puts certain people on a pedestal and sees nothing but the positive in them, the things that they excel in, and refuses to acknowledge the less pleasant things. He adores certain people and treats them like he would a god. On the flip side, though, there are some people who he dislikes immensely—and for no reason, most times—and he refuse to admit that they may excel in anything. Most people, however, he has a neutral stance with.
Prized Possessions:
The only thing he treasures is his collar, which he inherited after his father’s death.
History:
His parents, two akbash weres, worked for a farmer who lived in the mid-West of the American continent. In that time and place, werebeasts weren’t treated very well. It was difficult for weres to find a job, much less one where their boss respected them. They weren’t aliens; there was no Society for Were Integration. They were more or less slaves at the hands of their bosses, and they were constantly looking for something better.
And something better found them. Their boss had a debt with a certain group of Neebu, and eventually was pressured into paying that debt… only to realize he didn’t have the money. Set’s father volunteered the service of himself and his wife to the Neebu in exchange; he assumed that because they seemed to be part animal that they would have more sympathy for weres. His offer was accepted, and he and his wife left for Nithroy.
There, they were worked as guards, scouts, and herders, as well as babysitters for children. They did their job well, and although they weren’t treated with the same level of equality as the Neebu, and were often confused with their elaborate religion and customs, they had found a good life for themselves. It wasn’t long before they decided to have a child, and Set (named Wep-wawet for one of the more obscure gods, and Hathor for the group of Neebu who had taken them in) came to be. He was raised doing the same kind of work that this parents did.
When he came of age, the woman who led this group, Aten, told him that his parent’s life didn’t have to be his—there was a ship leaving for Earth and he would be allowed to go if he decided to make his life elsewhere. Horrified at leaving everything he knew and believed in—he loved the Neebu, even though they were often cruel to him—he declined and continued to serve.
Years later, after his father and mother passed, Aten approached him again. They were falling behind, the Hathor, and they needed to catch up or become history. She was leading a small group of Neebu to Earth, along with a few other planets to see if there were opportunities for trade there. Set was to come along and act as a bodyguard. He was ecstatic and proud at the trust they were putting in him.
Throughout his time on other planets, he was given his own money card in case one of his charges ran short, and he learned a great deal about the outside world. Touchdown City was their last stop before returning home. Aten and the rest of the Neebu that came with her vanished—Set would never know this, but they were used in the brutal vivisections that the Society for Integration of Aliens were secretly performing. Set, upon realizing they were gone, was frantic. He looked high and low for them and found nothing. He was distraught and horrified, and he felt guiltier than anything.
Months passed, and still nothing. He as forced to face the truth that he had little chance of ever returning home—he could hardly read and didn’t understand space travel; there was no way that he could ever catch a ship. He settled down, living in the apartment that Aten had bought for the time she planned to spend in Touchdown City, and started to live by the only way he could: thievery.
Roleplay Sample:
[ this is an old one with a weird character… x3; ]
He titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes as he looked the new boy. Peter wasn’t very sure what he was to make of him just yet. He could clearly tell that this kid was new, after all, he still seemed upset and in shock… And, well, he’d have known that Curly was nice if he had been here a while longer. She was just doing her job.
He looked down at his hands and away from the other boy. His fingers were long and pale, and his nails were bitten down so far that they sometimes bled. He could still see the dried blood on his fingertips and he frowned; that wasn’t very good of him.
Smiling again, Peter looked up at the new boy, who was now sitting on the other bed. He breathed out slowly, carefully, and thought about what he was going to say. His whole body ached to be in the company of someone like him—he knew that the patients here were different, he knew that there was something wrong with them, he knew they were almost subhuman—and someone who could understand. Many of the nurses were kind, even sad, but he couldn’t enjoy the time with them because it wasn’t quality. It wasn’t warm. It was cold as the crystals he tried to bring to his skin.
“Well, Curly is very nice,” He said, quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Here alone, he didn’t get very many chances to talk, and when he did speak to the nurses, he could hardly make his voice loud enough to be heard. “Sometimes she warms up my food, and sometimes… Sometimes she smiles like the sun and looks like she would make a wonderful mother. Or sister.”
“Mean is… Mean…” He floundered for a moment, and then finally said in a quick, sharp breath, “The Doctor. The Doctor is… mean.”
The smile had left his face for a moment and he looked almost terrified. But he moved on quickly, packing those thoughts away. “I’m Peter. But I’m also number 32, but sometimes I forget that.”
He tipped his head to the side for a moment and thought. “No, no, I don’t think it’s too hot. I wish it would get colder. I’ve tried to make it colder, but… I can’t. I wish I could.”
