Re: The Grand Master
10-03-2011, 01:52 AM
A'ight, fuck it
Name: The Charlatan
Gender: Bastard
Race: Human...oid
Color: It is Green
Backstory: While his ascent to Grandmastery is necessarily unrelatable (in part because he doesn't actually remember most of it), The Charlatan has spent most of his time since spreading mischief throughout the various realities. He has tested For Want Of A Nail on several occasions; shut down vital systems at inopportune moments on important craft modern, magical, and otherwise; created several major religious figures via precision hallucination; and subtly influenced not a few Grand Battle rosters with careful application of disembodied voices posing as the soon-to-be-host's own thoughts.
His fellow Grandmasters dislike him to varying degrees, from mild apathy to deep loathing to outright murderous intent. The Charlatan is very, very careful not to raise their ire too much, though, nor to make them see him as much of a threat. He's just a playful scamp, after all. The notion that he has any ulterior motives or grandiose plans is just silly.
Just. Plain. Silly.
Description: The Charlatan is tall and slim with a tendency to loom. He is clothed in forest green magician's garb with white trim, complete with top hat and not-quite-floor-length high-collared cape. The cape makes him appear much bigger than he is, and is typically drawn around him "so as to be all mysterious and shit." His face is obscured by a semicircular mask of a toothy smile that appears to be made from the color white. Close inspection reveals that no part of his body is visible.
Personality-wise, he's a self-serving asshole. He's insulting, condescending, and sarcastic. He lies, cheats, and deceives to get what he desires; assuming he can't just take it without asking. Or, preferably, ask and then take before the answer comes. He's a manipulator, and to that end makes a point of knowing as much about a person as possible before making contact. He is especially covetous of secrets, preferably the dark ones that would be embarrassing or dangerous were they to somehow come up in conversation.
That said, he is unnaturally friendly and cheerful at all times, which often comes off as creepy coupled with his appearance. Any other emotional display (and sometimes his joviality as well) has an obvious jocular insincerity to it.
Abilities: Besides flight and incorporeality, he's fast enough in mind and body to consistently avoid being sucker-punched by his omnipotent compatriots, though his elastic anatomy helps with that some, too.
Additionally, he's a master illusionist, capable of creating falsehoods of any size and shape and affecting any and every sense of any and every being he should so choose. He can not, however, create or destroy actual matter; his illusions do not truly exist, and can be passed through at the cost of feeling as though one is being crushed by whatever they're attempting to navigate (assuming the illusion in question affects touch or whatever appropriate sense whichever species may have). These abilities were taught to him by The Fool, one of the very few Grandmasters he counts as a friend.
Name: The Charlatan
Gender: Bastard
Race: Human...oid
Color: It is Green
Backstory: While his ascent to Grandmastery is necessarily unrelatable (in part because he doesn't actually remember most of it), The Charlatan has spent most of his time since spreading mischief throughout the various realities. He has tested For Want Of A Nail on several occasions; shut down vital systems at inopportune moments on important craft modern, magical, and otherwise; created several major religious figures via precision hallucination; and subtly influenced not a few Grand Battle rosters with careful application of disembodied voices posing as the soon-to-be-host's own thoughts.
His fellow Grandmasters dislike him to varying degrees, from mild apathy to deep loathing to outright murderous intent. The Charlatan is very, very careful not to raise their ire too much, though, nor to make them see him as much of a threat. He's just a playful scamp, after all. The notion that he has any ulterior motives or grandiose plans is just silly.
Just. Plain. Silly.
Description: The Charlatan is tall and slim with a tendency to loom. He is clothed in forest green magician's garb with white trim, complete with top hat and not-quite-floor-length high-collared cape. The cape makes him appear much bigger than he is, and is typically drawn around him "so as to be all mysterious and shit." His face is obscured by a semicircular mask of a toothy smile that appears to be made from the color white. Close inspection reveals that no part of his body is visible.
Personality-wise, he's a self-serving asshole. He's insulting, condescending, and sarcastic. He lies, cheats, and deceives to get what he desires; assuming he can't just take it without asking. Or, preferably, ask and then take before the answer comes. He's a manipulator, and to that end makes a point of knowing as much about a person as possible before making contact. He is especially covetous of secrets, preferably the dark ones that would be embarrassing or dangerous were they to somehow come up in conversation.
That said, he is unnaturally friendly and cheerful at all times, which often comes off as creepy coupled with his appearance. Any other emotional display (and sometimes his joviality as well) has an obvious jocular insincerity to it.
Abilities: Besides flight and incorporeality, he's fast enough in mind and body to consistently avoid being sucker-punched by his omnipotent compatriots, though his elastic anatomy helps with that some, too.
Additionally, he's a master illusionist, capable of creating falsehoods of any size and shape and affecting any and every sense of any and every being he should so choose. He can not, however, create or destroy actual matter; his illusions do not truly exist, and can be passed through at the cost of feeling as though one is being crushed by whatever they're attempting to navigate (assuming the illusion in question affects touch or whatever appropriate sense whichever species may have). These abilities were taught to him by The Fool, one of the very few Grandmasters he counts as a friend.