RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 28: WARD!
07-31-2017, 02:07 AM
Username: Agen
Name: Luc Unnarte
Gender: NB
Species: Elemental
Color: lead reformation
Description: Luc Unnarte. A man(?) unremarkable. Swathed in an artist's smock, smudged with charcoal just above the front pockets, where sticks of graphite protrude like uneven, underbite-cursed teeth. Long, filthy hair that starts dirty blonde and fades away to grey. Willowish figure, slender arms and legs. Spindly, spiderlike hands smudged around the edges with greys and blacks and whites, the digits indistinct.
One thing about them is that they are inevitably described by others as being 'dry', on many levels; their first impression on the world is blankness, uninterestingness, something protean, full of potential, yet unrealized, lifeless and empty.
Luc is not usually seen moving. They just go from one position to another; the interim is not relevant.
Items/Abilities: Luc is an avatar of the Previous, what came before there was anything at all. They are an elemental of the primeval, the primordial, and of the preexisting condition.
As such, they have the ability to unmake. Within their purview, of course.
Place a child's drawing before them, and they will trace the lines with their graphite wand, perfectly, unerringly backwards. They will break that child's heart, returning to them a blank sheet of paper.
If they would like, they could expunge that drawing entirely, making the child forget it had ever existed at all. Many an unjust will or blueprint had fallen to Luc's unmaking, sparing families or public parks.
Luc likes parks.
Biography: Graffiti! Graffiti everywhere. Unclean. Messy. Luc worked tirelessly on the alley wall all night, exposing grey concrete behind the brightly-colored spray paint. The colors flew backwards into a battered spray can, discarded by the would-be artist behind a nearby dumpster. Luc would have preferred to use their graphite, but it left behind bands of color on the wand, and the colors bothered them. People never noticed them, normally, but the colors caught strangers' eyes if they saw. Luc did not like to be seen.
A flashing light stopped them. Red and blue. A woman in a blue uniform. Badges. She was neat and tidy. Luc liked neat and tidy.
"Put down the spray can and put your hands up!" The woman was talking to them! She was quite loud, actually. Luc found themselves liking the woman less now. "Now!"
Luc decided they would go away now, so they started to walk away. But then the woman pushed a button on the black rectangle she was holding, and barbs flew out from it and landed in them! It tingled, and it also hurt a lot. Luc didn't like the woman at all now, so they turned around. They dropped the spray can, and pulled out their graphite.
"Put the weapon down! Put it down!"
Luc got closer, trailing wires. They reached out for the woman, who didn't move. Only her eyes moved, and they were wide with fear. Luc was going to do something they only did rarely, and the woman was afraid. Luc was a little sorry, but she did try to hurt them.
A blank badge fell to the ground, followed by a blank rectangle of laminated plastic.
Name: Luc Unnarte
Gender: NB
Species: Elemental
Color: lead reformation
Description: Luc Unnarte. A man(?) unremarkable. Swathed in an artist's smock, smudged with charcoal just above the front pockets, where sticks of graphite protrude like uneven, underbite-cursed teeth. Long, filthy hair that starts dirty blonde and fades away to grey. Willowish figure, slender arms and legs. Spindly, spiderlike hands smudged around the edges with greys and blacks and whites, the digits indistinct.
One thing about them is that they are inevitably described by others as being 'dry', on many levels; their first impression on the world is blankness, uninterestingness, something protean, full of potential, yet unrealized, lifeless and empty.
Luc is not usually seen moving. They just go from one position to another; the interim is not relevant.
Items/Abilities: Luc is an avatar of the Previous, what came before there was anything at all. They are an elemental of the primeval, the primordial, and of the preexisting condition.
As such, they have the ability to unmake. Within their purview, of course.
Place a child's drawing before them, and they will trace the lines with their graphite wand, perfectly, unerringly backwards. They will break that child's heart, returning to them a blank sheet of paper.
If they would like, they could expunge that drawing entirely, making the child forget it had ever existed at all. Many an unjust will or blueprint had fallen to Luc's unmaking, sparing families or public parks.
Luc likes parks.
Biography: Graffiti! Graffiti everywhere. Unclean. Messy. Luc worked tirelessly on the alley wall all night, exposing grey concrete behind the brightly-colored spray paint. The colors flew backwards into a battered spray can, discarded by the would-be artist behind a nearby dumpster. Luc would have preferred to use their graphite, but it left behind bands of color on the wand, and the colors bothered them. People never noticed them, normally, but the colors caught strangers' eyes if they saw. Luc did not like to be seen.
A flashing light stopped them. Red and blue. A woman in a blue uniform. Badges. She was neat and tidy. Luc liked neat and tidy.
"Put down the spray can and put your hands up!" The woman was talking to them! She was quite loud, actually. Luc found themselves liking the woman less now. "Now!"
Luc decided they would go away now, so they started to walk away. But then the woman pushed a button on the black rectangle she was holding, and barbs flew out from it and landed in them! It tingled, and it also hurt a lot. Luc didn't like the woman at all now, so they turned around. They dropped the spray can, and pulled out their graphite.
"Put the weapon down! Put it down!"
Luc got closer, trailing wires. They reached out for the woman, who didn't move. Only her eyes moved, and they were wide with fear. Luc was going to do something they only did rarely, and the woman was afraid. Luc was a little sorry, but she did try to hurt them.
A blank badge fell to the ground, followed by a blank rectangle of laminated plastic.
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