RE: The Search for Santinal
05-26-2012, 01:12 AM
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Name: Noctilucent
Race: Dimensional Phenomenon
Gender: MANLY MAN GRRR MAN
Text Color: STOP (#0a00e0)
Description: Being a spatial anomaly whose nature probably defies several laws of nature and mathematics, Noctilucent is hard to describe in conventional terms, rather it would be more fitting to angle some comparisons to more easier-to-describe objects of our universe. Noctilucent is shaped like a shooting star, a comet, or a smear of light. To put more accurately (and poetically), a lovely streak of blue on a fresh clean piece of paper - his figure moving oh-so-slightly as though he was breathing. If one had the fortune of keen eyes, they will find raggedy-looking dabs of white rippling across his body- although it is advisable not to stare too closely. Noctilucent finds staring rather rude.
One might expect such a physics-defying creature to be utterly incomprehensible to mortal beings, to bequeath obtuse languages and knowledges to the helpless ignorant. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?), Noctilucent practically acts like a well, Normal Human Being and does fairly mundane activities like grocery-shopping or boutique-browsing despite technically having no hands. In terms of personality, Noctilucent is a peevish, prudish milquetoast with a fondness for conventionality and repetition. Despite lack of formal training, he fancies himself a polymath and a gentleman, although his aversion to social gatherings leave something to desire with his species of the opposite sex.
One probably wonders why he is going on an adventure to some ancient, dangerously vague city with a bunch of strangers if he is the type of person to be described as “no-fun” guy. He will never admit this, but he is kind of a hoarder. He likes steal--er, collecting things. By things, he means everything. It might be useful, he attempts to justify. Maybe not now, but later. Considering legendary places often have the most junk, the incentive to get out of his comfort is far too tantalizing to ignore for such a being with no self-control.
Inventory and Abilities: Being a middle-class citizen with an underwhelming resume and lack of experience, Noctilucent’s abilities leave something to be desired, although he is fairly bright, has an excellent memory, and has a fondness for puzzles (although that does not mean he is actually good at them). However, his biggest strength is something that could be said for all his species: he can swallow a freakish amount of things.
Into his hidden maw (magicians, scientists, and magiscientists still have no idea where that mouth is), an inescapable vacuum is created to pull in various objects that are sorted and organized into the limitless dimension that is his technical stomach. He cannot consume or otherwise harm living creatures, although they would definitely be imprisoned within this inescapable pocket of space. Although note, he can accommodate countless small things, but he cannot swallow a singular huge thing. To put in perspective, he can swallow all the cash of Sangsaxian Kingdoms without batting an (unseen) eye, but he cannot swallow the national treasury building itself. Vehicles and dragons will be difficult to handle. Obviously, black holes and small planets are way out of his league.
If it is needed, Noctilucent could upchuck a stored item for his or someone’s convenience. Being a Living Hammerspace, Noctilucent keeps tabs (names, status, general information) on everything within him with inhuman accuracy, although that does not mean he is totally defenseless. Noctilucent can bring out the item nicely with a pretty bow...or he can violently spit it out with a great force. The anomaly currently carries a stupid amount of literature (low-rate fantasy novella, choice history books, newspapers, outdated printed dictionaries) within him - most of them with hard covers and sharp edges. Obviously, if they made high-velocity contact with something - it would not be pretty.
Biography: Like any other sufficiently populated city with tourists, Khagash had a daily ritual in which farmers and artisans displayed their goods under the complex of canvas roofs and providence. The amount of produce and products were various - giving this cheerful portion of the urban area a feel of plenty and feast - and an inevitably lousy smell. All the rosewaters, lavenders, jasmines, and plumerias could not cover the oceanic stench from the portion of the farmer’s market called “Pick Your Poisson.”
The name was appropriate alright - especially when the general aroma could be described as poisonous (and genuinely poisonous to those allergic to seafood). However, Noctilucent simply did not care. He was too busy reading his newest favorite book much to the consternation to the people behind him - people who are not willing to tolerate a sentient streak of noneuclidean space forcing them to prolong their time in the worst smelling place in the kingdom.
“HEY GET YOUR ASS MOVING,” a burly (and angry) looking man screamed three barrels away behind him.
“Mhm,” Noctilucent hummed to himself as he flipped another page in his book. The book was a fascinating study on his kind, their impact on mathematical endeavors and exploits. Oh how Noctilucent envied his personal heroes record in these choice books! The titular Living Hammerspace always aspired to be a some dashing scholar in these fascinating fields, but that was just an impossible dream. He was simply too boring. He might as well stay content in his home, tightly packed with various junk and trivialities.
As if some cosmic force was sick of his resigned daydreams, a flyer landed on his face (?).
Noctilucent was one of those people who liked to pore over the ingredients list on processed packaged foods and anything else that remotely had text. Naturally, he read the flyer that serendipity so kindly given to him. The flyer had a lot of texts and pictures but it was so intriguing, interesting...the Hammerspace’s unseen eyes widened. There was an interesting event that was going to happen.
“Huh, that’s odd,” a fisherman commented as a streak of blue practically slipped into the tavern.
Name: Noctilucent
Race: Dimensional Phenomenon
Gender: MANLY MAN GRRR MAN
Text Color: STOP (#0a00e0)
Description: Being a spatial anomaly whose nature probably defies several laws of nature and mathematics, Noctilucent is hard to describe in conventional terms, rather it would be more fitting to angle some comparisons to more easier-to-describe objects of our universe. Noctilucent is shaped like a shooting star, a comet, or a smear of light. To put more accurately (and poetically), a lovely streak of blue on a fresh clean piece of paper - his figure moving oh-so-slightly as though he was breathing. If one had the fortune of keen eyes, they will find raggedy-looking dabs of white rippling across his body- although it is advisable not to stare too closely. Noctilucent finds staring rather rude.
One might expect such a physics-defying creature to be utterly incomprehensible to mortal beings, to bequeath obtuse languages and knowledges to the helpless ignorant. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?), Noctilucent practically acts like a well, Normal Human Being and does fairly mundane activities like grocery-shopping or boutique-browsing despite technically having no hands. In terms of personality, Noctilucent is a peevish, prudish milquetoast with a fondness for conventionality and repetition. Despite lack of formal training, he fancies himself a polymath and a gentleman, although his aversion to social gatherings leave something to desire with his species of the opposite sex.
One probably wonders why he is going on an adventure to some ancient, dangerously vague city with a bunch of strangers if he is the type of person to be described as “no-fun” guy. He will never admit this, but he is kind of a hoarder. He likes steal--er, collecting things. By things, he means everything. It might be useful, he attempts to justify. Maybe not now, but later. Considering legendary places often have the most junk, the incentive to get out of his comfort is far too tantalizing to ignore for such a being with no self-control.
Inventory and Abilities: Being a middle-class citizen with an underwhelming resume and lack of experience, Noctilucent’s abilities leave something to be desired, although he is fairly bright, has an excellent memory, and has a fondness for puzzles (although that does not mean he is actually good at them). However, his biggest strength is something that could be said for all his species: he can swallow a freakish amount of things.
Into his hidden maw (magicians, scientists, and magiscientists still have no idea where that mouth is), an inescapable vacuum is created to pull in various objects that are sorted and organized into the limitless dimension that is his technical stomach. He cannot consume or otherwise harm living creatures, although they would definitely be imprisoned within this inescapable pocket of space. Although note, he can accommodate countless small things, but he cannot swallow a singular huge thing. To put in perspective, he can swallow all the cash of Sangsaxian Kingdoms without batting an (unseen) eye, but he cannot swallow the national treasury building itself. Vehicles and dragons will be difficult to handle. Obviously, black holes and small planets are way out of his league.
If it is needed, Noctilucent could upchuck a stored item for his or someone’s convenience. Being a Living Hammerspace, Noctilucent keeps tabs (names, status, general information) on everything within him with inhuman accuracy, although that does not mean he is totally defenseless. Noctilucent can bring out the item nicely with a pretty bow...or he can violently spit it out with a great force. The anomaly currently carries a stupid amount of literature (low-rate fantasy novella, choice history books, newspapers, outdated printed dictionaries) within him - most of them with hard covers and sharp edges. Obviously, if they made high-velocity contact with something - it would not be pretty.
Biography: Like any other sufficiently populated city with tourists, Khagash had a daily ritual in which farmers and artisans displayed their goods under the complex of canvas roofs and providence. The amount of produce and products were various - giving this cheerful portion of the urban area a feel of plenty and feast - and an inevitably lousy smell. All the rosewaters, lavenders, jasmines, and plumerias could not cover the oceanic stench from the portion of the farmer’s market called “Pick Your Poisson.”
The name was appropriate alright - especially when the general aroma could be described as poisonous (and genuinely poisonous to those allergic to seafood). However, Noctilucent simply did not care. He was too busy reading his newest favorite book much to the consternation to the people behind him - people who are not willing to tolerate a sentient streak of noneuclidean space forcing them to prolong their time in the worst smelling place in the kingdom.
“HEY GET YOUR ASS MOVING,” a burly (and angry) looking man screamed three barrels away behind him.
“Mhm,” Noctilucent hummed to himself as he flipped another page in his book. The book was a fascinating study on his kind, their impact on mathematical endeavors and exploits. Oh how Noctilucent envied his personal heroes record in these choice books! The titular Living Hammerspace always aspired to be a some dashing scholar in these fascinating fields, but that was just an impossible dream. He was simply too boring. He might as well stay content in his home, tightly packed with various junk and trivialities.
As if some cosmic force was sick of his resigned daydreams, a flyer landed on his face (?).
Noctilucent was one of those people who liked to pore over the ingredients list on processed packaged foods and anything else that remotely had text. Naturally, he read the flyer that serendipity so kindly given to him. The flyer had a lot of texts and pictures but it was so intriguing, interesting...the Hammerspace’s unseen eyes widened. There was an interesting event that was going to happen.
“Huh, that’s odd,” a fisherman commented as a streak of blue practically slipped into the tavern.