RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 26: SANGUINE!
06-27-2017, 05:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-27-2017, 05:20 PM by Mirdini.)
Name: Cleese Hefful
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Text Color: Dawning
Biography: Cleese always had a knack for getting out of the worst kinds of scrapes. His parents, buffet-style Christians that they were, put it down to a guardian angel looking out for 'im. His friends thought him a good-luck charm. Cleese himself has failed to notice his unnatural luck entirely, in the insufferable way most men who've never had to deal with genuine misfortune do.
'Life isn't fair' is a mantra often used to excuse shitty behavior that human beings can easily change, but fundamentally the universe at large is uncaring, random, and tends not to give a damn whether you've filled your days with good deeds or not. So it's neither expected nor unexpected that it decided a remarkably oblivious ornamental houseplant of a dude should get a renewable get-out-of-jail-free card good for most of the multiverse. It just is.
Description: Cleese Hefful is a cheerful, regular dude. Being the kind of cheerful, regular dude who fails to encounter much misfortune in his day-to-day life, he's young, white, in decent physical condition, reasonably wealthy, and has what he considers a fulfilling job making sure as few people as possible get to pay for their medical bills. His blonde hair tends to be slicked back, because his high school sweetheart told him it looks good that way.
He tries to be kind to most folks he meets, though definition of kind amounts to 'shake their hand, have a nice conversation, deflect any worldview that doesn't coincide with his own'. He's sailed through life on cruise control, and has nigh-infinite faith in 'things workin' themselves out in the end, yanno?'. This likely includes being included in a multiversal battle to the death.
Weapons and Abilities: Cleese is a 27-year-old human man from 21st century Earth, and visits the gym for a moderate workout two to three times a week. He has some experience in firearms from some time down at the range, and took a couple of taekwondo classes a couple of months ago.
He is also unconsciously immune to generalized misfortune, to a point. His white-bread existence has not come close to testing the limits of this unearned blessing, but it's likely it does not protect him beyond one or two life-saving strokes of luck a day.
He has a remarkably deep well of optimism to draw on, to the point of annoying everyone around him when things may seem especially dire. This is mostly because they never are particularly dire for him personally. It remains to be seen whether being in a multiversal battle to a death may, for the first time in his life, change that.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Text Color: Dawning
Biography: Cleese always had a knack for getting out of the worst kinds of scrapes. His parents, buffet-style Christians that they were, put it down to a guardian angel looking out for 'im. His friends thought him a good-luck charm. Cleese himself has failed to notice his unnatural luck entirely, in the insufferable way most men who've never had to deal with genuine misfortune do.
'Life isn't fair' is a mantra often used to excuse shitty behavior that human beings can easily change, but fundamentally the universe at large is uncaring, random, and tends not to give a damn whether you've filled your days with good deeds or not. So it's neither expected nor unexpected that it decided a remarkably oblivious ornamental houseplant of a dude should get a renewable get-out-of-jail-free card good for most of the multiverse. It just is.
Description: Cleese Hefful is a cheerful, regular dude. Being the kind of cheerful, regular dude who fails to encounter much misfortune in his day-to-day life, he's young, white, in decent physical condition, reasonably wealthy, and has what he considers a fulfilling job making sure as few people as possible get to pay for their medical bills. His blonde hair tends to be slicked back, because his high school sweetheart told him it looks good that way.
He tries to be kind to most folks he meets, though definition of kind amounts to 'shake their hand, have a nice conversation, deflect any worldview that doesn't coincide with his own'. He's sailed through life on cruise control, and has nigh-infinite faith in 'things workin' themselves out in the end, yanno?'. This likely includes being included in a multiversal battle to the death.
Weapons and Abilities: Cleese is a 27-year-old human man from 21st century Earth, and visits the gym for a moderate workout two to three times a week. He has some experience in firearms from some time down at the range, and took a couple of taekwondo classes a couple of months ago.
He is also unconsciously immune to generalized misfortune, to a point. His white-bread existence has not come close to testing the limits of this unearned blessing, but it's likely it does not protect him beyond one or two life-saving strokes of luck a day.
He has a remarkably deep well of optimism to draw on, to the point of annoying everyone around him when things may seem especially dire. This is mostly because they never are particularly dire for him personally. It remains to be seen whether being in a multiversal battle to a death may, for the first time in his life, change that.