RE: The Lifter's Paradox [Signups, kinda!]
02-07-2013, 06:14 PM
Name: Charles Wondo III
Race: Imp
Gender: Male
Description: Charles stands about five inches tall, though he wears boots and a top hat in an attempt to appear a much more respectable eight inches. His skin, where not covered by an aggressively loud suit, is a pale blue; the sclera of his eyes are a bright orange.
He's pleasant enough, if rather pompous, and enjoys lengthy discussions of any sort. He also has a fondness for studying plant life.
Weapons and Abilities: Charles is capable of flying very short distances. He could perhaps fly a bit longer, but he carries around a cigarette lighter roughly half his body weight, as well as a tiny knife that would probably sting a bit if you got stabbed with it. He's also capable of a decent range of ventriloquism and imitation.
Biography: Charles Wondo III was, as might be inferred, the son of Charles Wondo Junior. Unfortunately, whereas his father was renowned for an expert economic sense, thirteen counts of poetic justice delivered via a carefully-worded bargain, and winning the Blair Folrus baking competition nine years in a row, The Third was less capable at such practicalities.
His investments rarely tanked, but rarely went anywhere especially impressive either, and any business he started on his own was doomed basically from the start. Any attempt at a bargain would end with him either laughed off, or unclear what exactly he meant to do to subvert it in the first place.
He did get third place in the baking competition a couple times, though. He was damn good at peanut-butter cookies.
Needless to say, his father was disappointed in him, but kept attempting to help him improve; and to his credit, Charles accepted this and tried his best. Unfortunately, this all proved rather moot when, in an attempt to start a seafood restaurant, he ended up eaten by a trout. He eventually managed to get the fish to open its mouth by holding his lighter to its palate, which would be rather more impressive if the fish hadn't been underwater at the time, so he's moderately pleased that he's now facing slightly uncertain death instead of guaranteed drowning.
Race: Imp
Gender: Male
Description: Charles stands about five inches tall, though he wears boots and a top hat in an attempt to appear a much more respectable eight inches. His skin, where not covered by an aggressively loud suit, is a pale blue; the sclera of his eyes are a bright orange.
He's pleasant enough, if rather pompous, and enjoys lengthy discussions of any sort. He also has a fondness for studying plant life.
Weapons and Abilities: Charles is capable of flying very short distances. He could perhaps fly a bit longer, but he carries around a cigarette lighter roughly half his body weight, as well as a tiny knife that would probably sting a bit if you got stabbed with it. He's also capable of a decent range of ventriloquism and imitation.
Biography: Charles Wondo III was, as might be inferred, the son of Charles Wondo Junior. Unfortunately, whereas his father was renowned for an expert economic sense, thirteen counts of poetic justice delivered via a carefully-worded bargain, and winning the Blair Folrus baking competition nine years in a row, The Third was less capable at such practicalities.
His investments rarely tanked, but rarely went anywhere especially impressive either, and any business he started on his own was doomed basically from the start. Any attempt at a bargain would end with him either laughed off, or unclear what exactly he meant to do to subvert it in the first place.
He did get third place in the baking competition a couple times, though. He was damn good at peanut-butter cookies.
Needless to say, his father was disappointed in him, but kept attempting to help him improve; and to his credit, Charles accepted this and tried his best. Unfortunately, this all proved rather moot when, in an attempt to start a seafood restaurant, he ended up eaten by a trout. He eventually managed to get the fish to open its mouth by holding his lighter to its palate, which would be rather more impressive if the fish hadn't been underwater at the time, so he's moderately pleased that he's now facing slightly uncertain death instead of guaranteed drowning.