Re: Vendetta [S! GAME TWO ~ SIGN UPS!!!]
01-01-2012, 07:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by XX.
You poor soul, solaris.
Name: Exida Exis
Gender: Dude
Race: Once a man(?), now a deer. More specifically a white Dama dama.
Color: That deer means murder, boys.
Equipment/Abilities: Twofold: the Laurels of Vivembre and a Virgina Slim cigarette. One is a necessity, the other is vanity. The Laurels are the hallmark of a hero, or at least they should be. Made of solid gold or something like it, they weigh more than you’d expect and cost more than you as an individual are worth by any reasonable market standard. Not that you’d sell them. They’re antiques. The Laurels give the wearer what’s been described as a “commanding aura”: most beings find it not exactly difficult to refuse an order under it, but certainly highly disagreeable. Roughly akin to disappointing someone for whom one holds a great deal of respect. It also has a tendency to make the wearer look more impressive than they would otherwise, which helps when your antlers barely scrape five feet.
The true purpose of the Laurels, however, is to inspire heroism in all those unfortunate souls that behold them. “Hero” is, however, a vaguely defined term, and what this really tends to boil down to is amplifying certain qualities: strength, courage, altruism, a sense of justice, a swollen ego and being a goddamn showoff, among others. Given Exida’s less than noble intentions, these can be skewed in more or less any way he wants to a virtually unlimited degree. The only restriction is that the Laurels cannot manipulate what isn’t already there, which is why he is capable of wearing them without doing something idiotic. But why should you have to worry about that happening to you? You’re a hero. You’re invincible.
There is nothing special about the cigarette except that no one knows how it was lit.
Description:
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A young fallow stag, slightly over three feet at the shoulder and pearly white in color. Slender hooves, liquid eyes, an ethereal grace to its step. No record of rabies vaccination, likewise ownership. Genetic profiling would reveal further details but you should never trust a doctor, now should you? Exida wears a golden crown of laurels around his neck like a collar due to them being too large and heavy for the head of a smallish deer; other than them and the cigarette there isn’t much to distinguish him from a normal animal except for the disgusted look on his cervine face and the golden polish on his hooves.
He has a mind like a bear trap in the sense that once it’s set on something it’s unlikely to come loose, and also in the sense that he might give you tetanus. Exida is a nasty personality with few redeeming qualities to speak of other than what in a better man might be called dedication and charisma. He tends to speak bluntly and cruelly, wasting little time on dealing with those he sees as weak and deserving of suffering; this leads to some people underestimating his intelligence, which while not exceedingly bright has a bitter sort of cunning to it. He can be charming at times, especially with the Laurel’s aura, but this is in no way a reflection of the truth. Exida hates you. You, personally, from the moment you were born, because you exist. There is nothing he wants more than to be the cause of the last flicker of hope fading from your eyes as you die in the wreckage of everything you hold dear. Exida wants to watch you suffer. Exida wants to boil your children alive and beatbox to their screams. That’s the kind of deer he is.
Biography:
You poor soul, solaris.
Name: Exida Exis
Gender: Dude
Race: Once a man(?), now a deer. More specifically a white Dama dama.
Color: That deer means murder, boys.
Equipment/Abilities: Twofold: the Laurels of Vivembre and a Virgina Slim cigarette. One is a necessity, the other is vanity. The Laurels are the hallmark of a hero, or at least they should be. Made of solid gold or something like it, they weigh more than you’d expect and cost more than you as an individual are worth by any reasonable market standard. Not that you’d sell them. They’re antiques. The Laurels give the wearer what’s been described as a “commanding aura”: most beings find it not exactly difficult to refuse an order under it, but certainly highly disagreeable. Roughly akin to disappointing someone for whom one holds a great deal of respect. It also has a tendency to make the wearer look more impressive than they would otherwise, which helps when your antlers barely scrape five feet.
The true purpose of the Laurels, however, is to inspire heroism in all those unfortunate souls that behold them. “Hero” is, however, a vaguely defined term, and what this really tends to boil down to is amplifying certain qualities: strength, courage, altruism, a sense of justice, a swollen ego and being a goddamn showoff, among others. Given Exida’s less than noble intentions, these can be skewed in more or less any way he wants to a virtually unlimited degree. The only restriction is that the Laurels cannot manipulate what isn’t already there, which is why he is capable of wearing them without doing something idiotic. But why should you have to worry about that happening to you? You’re a hero. You’re invincible.
There is nothing special about the cigarette except that no one knows how it was lit.
Description:
asdjaksdh schazer [img]images/smilies/icon_heartbeat.gif[/img] [img]images/smilies/icon_heartbeat.gif[/img]
A young fallow stag, slightly over three feet at the shoulder and pearly white in color. Slender hooves, liquid eyes, an ethereal grace to its step. No record of rabies vaccination, likewise ownership. Genetic profiling would reveal further details but you should never trust a doctor, now should you? Exida wears a golden crown of laurels around his neck like a collar due to them being too large and heavy for the head of a smallish deer; other than them and the cigarette there isn’t much to distinguish him from a normal animal except for the disgusted look on his cervine face and the golden polish on his hooves.
He has a mind like a bear trap in the sense that once it’s set on something it’s unlikely to come loose, and also in the sense that he might give you tetanus. Exida is a nasty personality with few redeeming qualities to speak of other than what in a better man might be called dedication and charisma. He tends to speak bluntly and cruelly, wasting little time on dealing with those he sees as weak and deserving of suffering; this leads to some people underestimating his intelligence, which while not exceedingly bright has a bitter sort of cunning to it. He can be charming at times, especially with the Laurel’s aura, but this is in no way a reflection of the truth. Exida hates you. You, personally, from the moment you were born, because you exist. There is nothing he wants more than to be the cause of the last flicker of hope fading from your eyes as you die in the wreckage of everything you hold dear. Exida wants to watch you suffer. Exida wants to boil your children alive and beatbox to their screams. That’s the kind of deer he is.
Biography: