RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST THIRTEEN: BREW! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
04-16-2014, 09:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-16-2014, 09:45 PM by Pharmacy.)
Name: Leonormaud
Species: Immortal? Idea? Something like that.
Gender: One more to the sausagefest.
Color: Brew-green.
Description: Leonormaud seems to be a deceptively paper-thin strip that would be nondescriptive if he wasn't constantly undulating in false colors. He is a hand in width and has no problems extending and withdrawing his length, although he find a length of six feet to be respectable. He has a habit of rearranging himself into helices, barrels, and other sorts of structural malarkey if he is bored. Which is often.
It's not that he is deliberately being rude, but he is deliberately inattentive. He is a cerebral at heart and researcher by profession. His work is the pinnacle of his life (and income) and he has an unfortunate tendency to gloss over things that do not relate to his work. He has been on this ruse for so long that its hard to tell whether he is pretending to or genuinely forgot. He has a sort of flamboyant carelessness that make you either want to like him or punch his (nonexistent) face. Otherwise, he's a fairly charming fellow when pressed to talk and can keep up a pretense of attention – or something like a modicum of respect, anyway.
Abilities: Leonormaud has a fairly impressive ability to speed up reactions. Not slow down, not reversing – speed up. The extent of his power is limited to reactions of organic origins. Not that he's complaining, biological reactions don't happen very fast anyway. Plus, it's super convenient. Need coffee without the price? Ferment your own! Need instant booze? No problem!
I guess Leonormaud could technically weaponize it. He had considered it before but he gets the feeling it just makes things worse.
Biography: Leonormaud was looking forward to a settling into a comfortable tenure for the rest of his life until some nunderhead decided to take him away.
Species: Immortal? Idea? Something like that.
Gender: One more to the sausagefest.
Color: Brew-green.
Description: Leonormaud seems to be a deceptively paper-thin strip that would be nondescriptive if he wasn't constantly undulating in false colors. He is a hand in width and has no problems extending and withdrawing his length, although he find a length of six feet to be respectable. He has a habit of rearranging himself into helices, barrels, and other sorts of structural malarkey if he is bored. Which is often.
It's not that he is deliberately being rude, but he is deliberately inattentive. He is a cerebral at heart and researcher by profession. His work is the pinnacle of his life (and income) and he has an unfortunate tendency to gloss over things that do not relate to his work. He has been on this ruse for so long that its hard to tell whether he is pretending to or genuinely forgot. He has a sort of flamboyant carelessness that make you either want to like him or punch his (nonexistent) face. Otherwise, he's a fairly charming fellow when pressed to talk and can keep up a pretense of attention – or something like a modicum of respect, anyway.
Abilities: Leonormaud has a fairly impressive ability to speed up reactions. Not slow down, not reversing – speed up. The extent of his power is limited to reactions of organic origins. Not that he's complaining, biological reactions don't happen very fast anyway. Plus, it's super convenient. Need coffee without the price? Ferment your own! Need instant booze? No problem!
I guess Leonormaud could technically weaponize it. He had considered it before but he gets the feeling it just makes things worse.
Biography: Leonormaud was looking forward to a settling into a comfortable tenure for the rest of his life until some nunderhead decided to take him away.