Post by Trippy Hare on Jul 18, 2009 19:27:42 GMT -5
Player Name: Trippy Hare
Contact Information: PM
Character Name: Seafu Linoge
Race: Unknown, classified as Vayan
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Unknown- for all intents and purposes, Portus Abres
Arcane or Secular: Arcane
Physical Description: Seafu is a shapeshifter, which makes describing his physical appearance a daunting task. When not in use of shapeshifting, Seafu stands 6'5" tall, and weighs 203 lbs. He is not particularly muscular looking, and borders on gangly. He has dark, thin eyebrows, and keeps his beard short and trim. His head is shaved close to the skin, though close inspection reveals a receding hairline.
Seafu has rather piercing blue eyes, and his skin tone tends toward the pale. His typical manner of dress consists of a long Highwayman's coat, dark leggings, a plain white shirt, and dark boots. due to his fair complexion, Seafu seldom travels in the open during daylight hours, as he sunburns easily. This nocturnal tendency helps him keep an air of mystique and secrecy about him, which suits him just fine.
Personality: Seafu is, at heart, coldly analytical and impersonal. He views the world into which he has been thrust with a dispassionate, almost academic detachment. Seafu's talent with mathematics is ingrained into his persona- he sees every function of any natural world as purely mathematical. Every action, every weather pattern, even every conversation and tone of voice, is the result of complex equations. He believes that 'solving' these equations will allow him to fundamentally understand Eshathar, and perhaps even lead him to a way back home.
Background: Seafu was not born of Eshathar, but rather thrown forth from the Gates of Janus two years ago. Though physically healthy, Seafu has little memory of his life prior to emerging from the Gates. Snippets of another life, on another world, haunt his dreams.
Upon being thrust out of the Gates of Janus, Seafu had almost reflexively shapeshifted into a swarm of insects- a tactic he often uses to escape hazardous situations. Due to the potency of the Distortion, however, many of these symbiotes were killed, and subsequently Seafu lost a great deal of his memories. By the time the surviving symbiotes had re-formed outside the temple, Seafu couldn't even remember his own name. The word "siafu" seemed to echo in his brain, though he had no idea what it meant. "Seafu" thus became the name he used to refer to himself, as it seemed to somehow "feel" correct.
Upon being discovered by the Temple Watch, Seafu was brought before Queen Daeleth herself, under suspicion of tampering with the Temple. While being interrogated with increasing and obvious hostility, Seafu shapeshifted- without even being fully aware of how- into a large, spidery creature, with chitinous skin and hook-like arms. The queen determined that he could only be a lost Weaver- and as Failewyn had no quarrel with any member breeds of the Vayan Confederacy, and no evidence of tampering could be found within the Temple, Seafu was set free.
He wandered into Ivorsherlet some weeks later, practically starving, and still in the spidery form he had taken in Failewyn. A roving Vayan military Pack discovered him, starving and ranting incoherently, and brought him to Llanivaya for treatment and care. Though it was discovered that he is not truly a Weaver, the Vayan Confederacy bestowed upon him the title of "Weaver", and considers him to be an interesting, but ultimately irrelevant, denizen of the forest. Other Weavers, demonstrating a similar sort of detached academic interest, have taken to assisting Seafu in the day-to-day minutia of life in the forest. Having witnessed Seafu's swarmlike magics, the Weavers bestowed upon him the surname "Linoge", which translates roughly as "formed of many pieces".
Skills/Talents: Though his memory has been affected, his intelligence has not- Seafu has a brilliant mind, and finds comfort in discerning and interpreting patterns. Seafu has a keen sense of observation, and often finds himself deciphering a subject's patterns of behavior to determine their motivations or upbringing.
Seafu is also profoundly skilled at shapeshifting- particularly is dissembling himself into separate entities. These symbiotic forms are representations of pieces of his psyche, memory, and even physical mass. Were he to transform into two equally sized beings, each would contain half his mind and memory, and half his physical mass. This same ratio applies, regardless of how many symbiotes he turns himself into.
Through experimentation, Seafu has discovered he is most familiar and comfortable with taking arachnoid forms when shapeshifting. Combined with his inherent desire to avoid open spaces and bright sunlight, this has led him into Ivorsherlet, and brought him into contact with the Vayan Confederacy. Due to his spiderlike abilities and forms, the Vayans consider him to be a Weaver, though not truly a Vayan.
Weaknesses: Seafu is not particularly suited, physically, to the rigors of combat, nor is he particularly well-suited to surviving on his own. He often resorts to calling upon other Weavers for assistance in such trivialities as food procurement and waste disposal methods- both of which are completely foreign to him. His shapeshifting ability only allows him to mimic forms, not internal functions- meaning, he can morph his hands into hooklike claws for climbing, but he cannot morph his innards into viable spinnerets for making silk, nor can he produce venoms.
As each symbiotic entity contains a proportional 'fragment' of the whole, if any were to be killed, Seafu would lose both memory and sanity- conceivably, were enough of his symbiotic entities killed, he would forget how to shapeshift, or even how to breathe.
Sample Roleplay: The dream began as it usually did- with a glowing, pulsating stone sitting on a plinth in the middle of a pitch black emptiness. There was something very important about this stone. People he knew had very much wanted it- and something else had wanted it, too. Something foreboding, perhaps even evil. Seafu approached the stone- or at least, it seemed like he did. The glow emanating from it illuminated his feet as he drew closer, while the light itself grew in intensity.
Yet something was wrong- something deeply troubling, that he could never remember. The stone was vitally important, but why? Was the stone itself important, or was the act of keeping it away from the other presence- the evil presence- more important than whatever powers the stone possessed?
He stood close enough now to reach out and touch it, though something felt incontrovertibly wrong about doing so. The light was strong enough know to see his surroundings- everything was covered in metal plates, each seamlessly attached to its neighbors, as though the entire room had been conjured from a single piece of iron. The room itself was spherical, with the radius extending from the stone straight upward, following a bright beam of light.
Ah, that was the light source! It wasn't the stone itself, but something being directed upon it. Seafu reached out again, only this time, his hands collided with a nearly invisible pane of glass. The stone, it seemed, was entirely contained in a glass box, almost like a coffin. Whatever the material, it was quite solid and durable- only by shapeshifting into a tall, spidery creature and swing his arm into the case like a flail was he able to crack it.
That's when it happened- a burst of blinding light and a hideous, keening shriek. Seafu could feel his brain boiling and leaking out of his ears and nose- or was that blood? Everything was spinning and blurring. He held up a small device, and spoke something, and the device faintly answered, but it was too late. Seafu felt himself fall to the floor, laying in a broken heap at the foot of the plinth.
Then, darkness and silence- followed by a rushing sound, like angry storm swells on a public beach. Seafu tightly shut his eyes, but his other senses were telling him strange things. The ground was different than the metal room. It was cold, but the chill he felt now did not dissipate, it only penetrated further into his mind. The wind smelled clean and crisp, yet sharp as a knife. Wherever he was, it was winter time. Seafu could feel the surface below him grow slick and wet, yet it was still freezing cold. He must have been laying on a lake or pond.
That's always when the dream ended- a roar of rushing winds, followed by a vertical line of light, expanding and growing brighter as the rushing sound increased. It resembled a doorway- and every time he had this dream, right before the door opened enough to see what was going on on the other side, he would wake up.
"This door has to be part of the reason I am here," Seafu mused out loud, nestled in the shady branches of a peach tree. "I must learn how it worked to bring me here, if I am to have any hope of returning home." He knew full well how foolish talking to himself was- but there was simply nobody else to talk to.
Mmmm, cross-game goodness...
Contact Information: PM
Character Name: Seafu Linoge
Race: Unknown, classified as Vayan
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Unknown- for all intents and purposes, Portus Abres
Arcane or Secular: Arcane
Physical Description: Seafu is a shapeshifter, which makes describing his physical appearance a daunting task. When not in use of shapeshifting, Seafu stands 6'5" tall, and weighs 203 lbs. He is not particularly muscular looking, and borders on gangly. He has dark, thin eyebrows, and keeps his beard short and trim. His head is shaved close to the skin, though close inspection reveals a receding hairline.
Seafu has rather piercing blue eyes, and his skin tone tends toward the pale. His typical manner of dress consists of a long Highwayman's coat, dark leggings, a plain white shirt, and dark boots. due to his fair complexion, Seafu seldom travels in the open during daylight hours, as he sunburns easily. This nocturnal tendency helps him keep an air of mystique and secrecy about him, which suits him just fine.
Personality: Seafu is, at heart, coldly analytical and impersonal. He views the world into which he has been thrust with a dispassionate, almost academic detachment. Seafu's talent with mathematics is ingrained into his persona- he sees every function of any natural world as purely mathematical. Every action, every weather pattern, even every conversation and tone of voice, is the result of complex equations. He believes that 'solving' these equations will allow him to fundamentally understand Eshathar, and perhaps even lead him to a way back home.
Background: Seafu was not born of Eshathar, but rather thrown forth from the Gates of Janus two years ago. Though physically healthy, Seafu has little memory of his life prior to emerging from the Gates. Snippets of another life, on another world, haunt his dreams.
Upon being thrust out of the Gates of Janus, Seafu had almost reflexively shapeshifted into a swarm of insects- a tactic he often uses to escape hazardous situations. Due to the potency of the Distortion, however, many of these symbiotes were killed, and subsequently Seafu lost a great deal of his memories. By the time the surviving symbiotes had re-formed outside the temple, Seafu couldn't even remember his own name. The word "siafu" seemed to echo in his brain, though he had no idea what it meant. "Seafu" thus became the name he used to refer to himself, as it seemed to somehow "feel" correct.
Upon being discovered by the Temple Watch, Seafu was brought before Queen Daeleth herself, under suspicion of tampering with the Temple. While being interrogated with increasing and obvious hostility, Seafu shapeshifted- without even being fully aware of how- into a large, spidery creature, with chitinous skin and hook-like arms. The queen determined that he could only be a lost Weaver- and as Failewyn had no quarrel with any member breeds of the Vayan Confederacy, and no evidence of tampering could be found within the Temple, Seafu was set free.
He wandered into Ivorsherlet some weeks later, practically starving, and still in the spidery form he had taken in Failewyn. A roving Vayan military Pack discovered him, starving and ranting incoherently, and brought him to Llanivaya for treatment and care. Though it was discovered that he is not truly a Weaver, the Vayan Confederacy bestowed upon him the title of "Weaver", and considers him to be an interesting, but ultimately irrelevant, denizen of the forest. Other Weavers, demonstrating a similar sort of detached academic interest, have taken to assisting Seafu in the day-to-day minutia of life in the forest. Having witnessed Seafu's swarmlike magics, the Weavers bestowed upon him the surname "Linoge", which translates roughly as "formed of many pieces".
Skills/Talents: Though his memory has been affected, his intelligence has not- Seafu has a brilliant mind, and finds comfort in discerning and interpreting patterns. Seafu has a keen sense of observation, and often finds himself deciphering a subject's patterns of behavior to determine their motivations or upbringing.
Seafu is also profoundly skilled at shapeshifting- particularly is dissembling himself into separate entities. These symbiotic forms are representations of pieces of his psyche, memory, and even physical mass. Were he to transform into two equally sized beings, each would contain half his mind and memory, and half his physical mass. This same ratio applies, regardless of how many symbiotes he turns himself into.
Through experimentation, Seafu has discovered he is most familiar and comfortable with taking arachnoid forms when shapeshifting. Combined with his inherent desire to avoid open spaces and bright sunlight, this has led him into Ivorsherlet, and brought him into contact with the Vayan Confederacy. Due to his spiderlike abilities and forms, the Vayans consider him to be a Weaver, though not truly a Vayan.
Weaknesses: Seafu is not particularly suited, physically, to the rigors of combat, nor is he particularly well-suited to surviving on his own. He often resorts to calling upon other Weavers for assistance in such trivialities as food procurement and waste disposal methods- both of which are completely foreign to him. His shapeshifting ability only allows him to mimic forms, not internal functions- meaning, he can morph his hands into hooklike claws for climbing, but he cannot morph his innards into viable spinnerets for making silk, nor can he produce venoms.
As each symbiotic entity contains a proportional 'fragment' of the whole, if any were to be killed, Seafu would lose both memory and sanity- conceivably, were enough of his symbiotic entities killed, he would forget how to shapeshift, or even how to breathe.
Sample Roleplay: The dream began as it usually did- with a glowing, pulsating stone sitting on a plinth in the middle of a pitch black emptiness. There was something very important about this stone. People he knew had very much wanted it- and something else had wanted it, too. Something foreboding, perhaps even evil. Seafu approached the stone- or at least, it seemed like he did. The glow emanating from it illuminated his feet as he drew closer, while the light itself grew in intensity.
Yet something was wrong- something deeply troubling, that he could never remember. The stone was vitally important, but why? Was the stone itself important, or was the act of keeping it away from the other presence- the evil presence- more important than whatever powers the stone possessed?
He stood close enough now to reach out and touch it, though something felt incontrovertibly wrong about doing so. The light was strong enough know to see his surroundings- everything was covered in metal plates, each seamlessly attached to its neighbors, as though the entire room had been conjured from a single piece of iron. The room itself was spherical, with the radius extending from the stone straight upward, following a bright beam of light.
Ah, that was the light source! It wasn't the stone itself, but something being directed upon it. Seafu reached out again, only this time, his hands collided with a nearly invisible pane of glass. The stone, it seemed, was entirely contained in a glass box, almost like a coffin. Whatever the material, it was quite solid and durable- only by shapeshifting into a tall, spidery creature and swing his arm into the case like a flail was he able to crack it.
That's when it happened- a burst of blinding light and a hideous, keening shriek. Seafu could feel his brain boiling and leaking out of his ears and nose- or was that blood? Everything was spinning and blurring. He held up a small device, and spoke something, and the device faintly answered, but it was too late. Seafu felt himself fall to the floor, laying in a broken heap at the foot of the plinth.
Then, darkness and silence- followed by a rushing sound, like angry storm swells on a public beach. Seafu tightly shut his eyes, but his other senses were telling him strange things. The ground was different than the metal room. It was cold, but the chill he felt now did not dissipate, it only penetrated further into his mind. The wind smelled clean and crisp, yet sharp as a knife. Wherever he was, it was winter time. Seafu could feel the surface below him grow slick and wet, yet it was still freezing cold. He must have been laying on a lake or pond.
That's always when the dream ended- a roar of rushing winds, followed by a vertical line of light, expanding and growing brighter as the rushing sound increased. It resembled a doorway- and every time he had this dream, right before the door opened enough to see what was going on on the other side, he would wake up.
"This door has to be part of the reason I am here," Seafu mused out loud, nestled in the shady branches of a peach tree. "I must learn how it worked to bring me here, if I am to have any hope of returning home." He knew full well how foolish talking to himself was- but there was simply nobody else to talk to.
Mmmm, cross-game goodness...