Post by hex on Sept 13, 2013 20:52:54 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Henry McAllister
Other Names (Nicknames and such): Hex
Age: 25
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 160lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
City of Residence: Transient (From Seattle, WA)
Mental Information
Personality: Deeply morose, Henry has the affect of a man who has utterly given up. When confronted with conflict he is liable to either surrender or flee rather than resist. There is no moral compass in him, as he has never felt anything for anyone nor had the opportunity. As a result he has a clipped and abrupt dialect, using few words and even fewer expressions to convey his ideas and opinions. He is his only priority and the world stands in his way as an obstacle to be endured. His only drive is to understand who he is and why, apart from that he is aloof to the point of absurdity. Totally detached from the people around him at any given time, he frequently is accosted in or chased away from large groups of people. This has engendered a fear of crowded places and physical contact in him.
With few valuable skills to hone other than academics, Henry is also rather naive and helpless at times when things don't happen as he expects them to, even in situations of extreme danger. His reflex to give up makes him easy to convince and even easier to dismiss. His loyalty and cooperation are fleeting as he has a tenancy to wander away and disappear when the mood strikes him. He harbors no malevolence, however, towards anyone or anything other than his curse which he hangs the entirety of his life's struggle upon. His trespasses against others come purely out of necessity or ignorance and is difficult to goad into open conflict.
He is also a very detail oriented person. Seeing much of the world with the same nuance and instinct as people have when they meet another person, he has an excellent memory for surroundings and maps but very little by way of interpersonal matters. His eye for detail and his desperate style of living make casual theft a frequent habit and often he makes off with things others wouldn't think to look for much less steal. His retention of text is nearly perfect from years of avid reading, but his acuity with digital and electronic mediums leaves much to be desired, as though a shroud kept him from fully understanding the things he sees and hears. This culminates in a habit of always having some form of literature on his person and pockets filled with tools and trinkets at all times.
Among his many flaws, the most understandable one might be his predisposition for habitual behavior. Drawn instinctively to downers, he smokes marijuana and drinks heavily when he has the opportunity. Eating (sparingly) at the same time of day each day and performing a check list of safety precautions before bedding down for the night make his flexibility about every day things difficult.
Physical Information
Description: Exceedingly tall from a young age, Henry was frequently chided for his skeletal apperance. With vertebrae showing through the back of his shirts and wrists so thin they could barely hold a watch. Despite being jaundiced as a child, the sickly color drained from him and left him pale with dark bags beneath his eyes and sunken cheeks like a cadaver. Frequently hunched or squatting, it is hard to notice how tall Henry really is unless he's laid out on the ground. Often he clutches at himself as if for warmth and his exceedingly inward body-language makes his shape difficult to discern at times.
His one distinctive feature is the unkempt shock of silvered hair. Not strictly white, the hair is the color of glacial stone, matte and dull but elemental. His features are long and his eyes are sunken from years of sleepless nights and exposure. It would be a rare to hear a person refer to Henry as handsome, more often he is simply described as looking "hollow", even with his stormy gray eyes.
Body Type: Ectomorph
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: His body is free of ink and metal, but he wears the suffering of his childhood on his skin in a series of small to medium sized scars all over his body. Rough cut scars and burns on his arms and signs of blunt trauma on his hands are the most noticeable.
Apparel: Ever shivering, Henry wraps himself in layers of discarded coats and often hides his hair beneath a knit cap or beanie. He wears work worn carhart pants, pockets brimming with his earthly possessions and cuffs that sagdown around the mismatched sneakers on his feet. When it's not stored away on the bough of a tree, he carrys the rest of his belongings such as books, sleeping roll, and food in a patched military duffle bag slung over his shoulder by a makeshift strap made of a salvaged fanbelt.
History
Henry was born without fanfare or joy in the Highline Medical Center on the southern tip of Seattle's industrial zone. To a mother who craved the numbing kiss of the needle and a father whose name frequently appeared below a mugshot. Sickly and thin even for a premature baby, he shivered frequently even when swaddled in blankets. Given up for adoption out of convenience, Henry never caught the eye of a single prospective adopting couple despite the inexplicable shock of silvered hair that had come as soon as he could grow it and eye as grey as a stormcloud. An orphanage soon became his home and even there, family would elude him. He felt no kinship to his peers nor they to him, finding him an easy target for ridicule given his sallow and unhealthy pallor. Passed over for years, living the entirety of his adolescence in foster homes as a "forgotten child". That was when he knew he was different, felt he was cursed. A hex put on him at birth.
Though he could not explain why, people could not stand Henry. Circumstantial siblings would ignore him blatantly or be so enraged by his presence that they would tie him to trees and leave him there, or worse. The guardians that had sworn to protect and raise him frequently shipped him off to new families after a few months, either out of inexplicable irritation or simple indifference to his existence. At school, things were no better. Things mirrored his upbringing once more, peers ostracizing him and teachers ever critical of his very presence. By this time in his life Henry had learned to stay at the edge, away from the group and away from human connection. In a desperate effort to seek solace from his ignominious life Henry turned to the church. Studying with maddened dedication over holy texts from a dozen different faiths in an effort to find some higher power that would love him and take him in as a true son. But even here Henry failed. Wise and pious men had no sympathy for Henry, decrying him as stained and soulless. They accused his gaunt features and white hair of being marks of his damnation and that no righteous god would see such a creature permitted salvation. Utterly broken, Henry abandoned the machine of torment and neglect that was his life and sought a life of solitude on the road.
Years would pass, sleeping in the nooks of trees by night and hiding away in the dark cloisters of municipal libraries by day. Henry's life became an obsession as he sought answers for what his life meant and why hardship had fallen on him alone. He was in Wilks-Burr, Pennsylvania when his life would change. Having fallen asleep in a forgotten corner of the university library, he was startled awake by commotion. Instinctively scrambling for a better hiding place, fearful of night security, Henry found a desk to curl his gangly frame into and held his breath until the noise stopped. Footsteps crept closer, each landing with heavy thuds that shook the floor. It stopped beside his desk and from the shadow of his hide he looked up at an enormous man with a face set like a brick wall. He gasped and covered his mouth too late as the giant looked directly down at him. He tried to press his palms to his ears and shut his eyes as if to do so would render him invisible but he inwardly accepted whatever gruesome fate this monster had in store. Then a strange thing happened, it was as though this behemoth saw nothing. There was no recognition in the giant's face that he even existed. Henry held his breath and swallowed a sigh of relief as the giant plodded away down the stacks. He stayed there, folded beneath the desk as the sound of tumbling bookshelves and pained screams shattered the silence of the library. Once the noise receded, he crept from the desk and followed the trail of destruction to the edge of the staircase overlooking the info booth. There, two men and the giant stood in peace near a disturbingly shattered corpse near the bottom of the steps. Even listening intently, Henry gleaned little of what had happened or why but he was struck by a powerful revelation. If this man-monster could exist and whatever magic propelled it, then there could still be hope left for him to discover his purpose. The men made off with the body in a black muscle car and no amount of running would ever catch up to them. Undaunted, Henry for the first time in his life had something of a clue as to what he was and why he had to live as he did.
Continuing his transient lifestyle of sleeping where he could and scavenging dumpsters for amenities, he shifted his focus in the many libraries he found refuge to the supernatural. Pouring over lore and myth from cultures across the globe in an effort to find some mention of his affliction but with little to show for it. Finally at a Mormon university in Utah he found his next clue in a brittle tome recording the origins of the Mormon faith. Mention of a "Soulless" born to parents who had sinned against the tenants of the faith was recorded, a child shunned by the community and cast into the wilderness. Years later, the Mormon settlement would be recorded as "wiped out", ostensibly by Indians, but that is where the trail went cold. Now the trail led to California, where detailed records of Indian and settlement attacks during the western expansion were kept in a western history museum. There he could perhaps find more about this long dead boy and his own place in the world
Stats:
Current Level: 0
Current Points:
Points until next level:
Strength: 7
Dexterity:13
Constitution:10
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:10
Charisma:5
Get ready for some 40k crossover maddness
Pariah: Also known as psychic nulls and "soulless", these people do not register to supernatural beings directly. They exude an aura that makes them and those close by them invisible to creatures and entities. This can cause weak supernatural creatures feel pain or even rout them rather than staying in the null field. This aura is passive and has no autonomous link to the pariah. It also causes discomfort, a sense of animosity, or outright repulsion from people who are attuned to or have untapped supernatural or psychic potential. The more potent a person with supernatural potential, the more likely they are to imagine or create conflict with the Pariah. People who have low to no psychic or supernatural ability or potential merely feel detached or disinterested in a Pariah's presence unless he is actively engaging them.
No weapons to speak of.
Name: Henry McAllister
Other Names (Nicknames and such): Hex
Age: 25
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 160lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
City of Residence: Transient (From Seattle, WA)
Mental Information
Personality: Deeply morose, Henry has the affect of a man who has utterly given up. When confronted with conflict he is liable to either surrender or flee rather than resist. There is no moral compass in him, as he has never felt anything for anyone nor had the opportunity. As a result he has a clipped and abrupt dialect, using few words and even fewer expressions to convey his ideas and opinions. He is his only priority and the world stands in his way as an obstacle to be endured. His only drive is to understand who he is and why, apart from that he is aloof to the point of absurdity. Totally detached from the people around him at any given time, he frequently is accosted in or chased away from large groups of people. This has engendered a fear of crowded places and physical contact in him.
With few valuable skills to hone other than academics, Henry is also rather naive and helpless at times when things don't happen as he expects them to, even in situations of extreme danger. His reflex to give up makes him easy to convince and even easier to dismiss. His loyalty and cooperation are fleeting as he has a tenancy to wander away and disappear when the mood strikes him. He harbors no malevolence, however, towards anyone or anything other than his curse which he hangs the entirety of his life's struggle upon. His trespasses against others come purely out of necessity or ignorance and is difficult to goad into open conflict.
He is also a very detail oriented person. Seeing much of the world with the same nuance and instinct as people have when they meet another person, he has an excellent memory for surroundings and maps but very little by way of interpersonal matters. His eye for detail and his desperate style of living make casual theft a frequent habit and often he makes off with things others wouldn't think to look for much less steal. His retention of text is nearly perfect from years of avid reading, but his acuity with digital and electronic mediums leaves much to be desired, as though a shroud kept him from fully understanding the things he sees and hears. This culminates in a habit of always having some form of literature on his person and pockets filled with tools and trinkets at all times.
Among his many flaws, the most understandable one might be his predisposition for habitual behavior. Drawn instinctively to downers, he smokes marijuana and drinks heavily when he has the opportunity. Eating (sparingly) at the same time of day each day and performing a check list of safety precautions before bedding down for the night make his flexibility about every day things difficult.
Physical Information
Description: Exceedingly tall from a young age, Henry was frequently chided for his skeletal apperance. With vertebrae showing through the back of his shirts and wrists so thin they could barely hold a watch. Despite being jaundiced as a child, the sickly color drained from him and left him pale with dark bags beneath his eyes and sunken cheeks like a cadaver. Frequently hunched or squatting, it is hard to notice how tall Henry really is unless he's laid out on the ground. Often he clutches at himself as if for warmth and his exceedingly inward body-language makes his shape difficult to discern at times.
His one distinctive feature is the unkempt shock of silvered hair. Not strictly white, the hair is the color of glacial stone, matte and dull but elemental. His features are long and his eyes are sunken from years of sleepless nights and exposure. It would be a rare to hear a person refer to Henry as handsome, more often he is simply described as looking "hollow", even with his stormy gray eyes.
Body Type: Ectomorph
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: His body is free of ink and metal, but he wears the suffering of his childhood on his skin in a series of small to medium sized scars all over his body. Rough cut scars and burns on his arms and signs of blunt trauma on his hands are the most noticeable.
Apparel: Ever shivering, Henry wraps himself in layers of discarded coats and often hides his hair beneath a knit cap or beanie. He wears work worn carhart pants, pockets brimming with his earthly possessions and cuffs that sagdown around the mismatched sneakers on his feet. When it's not stored away on the bough of a tree, he carrys the rest of his belongings such as books, sleeping roll, and food in a patched military duffle bag slung over his shoulder by a makeshift strap made of a salvaged fanbelt.
History
Henry was born without fanfare or joy in the Highline Medical Center on the southern tip of Seattle's industrial zone. To a mother who craved the numbing kiss of the needle and a father whose name frequently appeared below a mugshot. Sickly and thin even for a premature baby, he shivered frequently even when swaddled in blankets. Given up for adoption out of convenience, Henry never caught the eye of a single prospective adopting couple despite the inexplicable shock of silvered hair that had come as soon as he could grow it and eye as grey as a stormcloud. An orphanage soon became his home and even there, family would elude him. He felt no kinship to his peers nor they to him, finding him an easy target for ridicule given his sallow and unhealthy pallor. Passed over for years, living the entirety of his adolescence in foster homes as a "forgotten child". That was when he knew he was different, felt he was cursed. A hex put on him at birth.
Though he could not explain why, people could not stand Henry. Circumstantial siblings would ignore him blatantly or be so enraged by his presence that they would tie him to trees and leave him there, or worse. The guardians that had sworn to protect and raise him frequently shipped him off to new families after a few months, either out of inexplicable irritation or simple indifference to his existence. At school, things were no better. Things mirrored his upbringing once more, peers ostracizing him and teachers ever critical of his very presence. By this time in his life Henry had learned to stay at the edge, away from the group and away from human connection. In a desperate effort to seek solace from his ignominious life Henry turned to the church. Studying with maddened dedication over holy texts from a dozen different faiths in an effort to find some higher power that would love him and take him in as a true son. But even here Henry failed. Wise and pious men had no sympathy for Henry, decrying him as stained and soulless. They accused his gaunt features and white hair of being marks of his damnation and that no righteous god would see such a creature permitted salvation. Utterly broken, Henry abandoned the machine of torment and neglect that was his life and sought a life of solitude on the road.
Years would pass, sleeping in the nooks of trees by night and hiding away in the dark cloisters of municipal libraries by day. Henry's life became an obsession as he sought answers for what his life meant and why hardship had fallen on him alone. He was in Wilks-Burr, Pennsylvania when his life would change. Having fallen asleep in a forgotten corner of the university library, he was startled awake by commotion. Instinctively scrambling for a better hiding place, fearful of night security, Henry found a desk to curl his gangly frame into and held his breath until the noise stopped. Footsteps crept closer, each landing with heavy thuds that shook the floor. It stopped beside his desk and from the shadow of his hide he looked up at an enormous man with a face set like a brick wall. He gasped and covered his mouth too late as the giant looked directly down at him. He tried to press his palms to his ears and shut his eyes as if to do so would render him invisible but he inwardly accepted whatever gruesome fate this monster had in store. Then a strange thing happened, it was as though this behemoth saw nothing. There was no recognition in the giant's face that he even existed. Henry held his breath and swallowed a sigh of relief as the giant plodded away down the stacks. He stayed there, folded beneath the desk as the sound of tumbling bookshelves and pained screams shattered the silence of the library. Once the noise receded, he crept from the desk and followed the trail of destruction to the edge of the staircase overlooking the info booth. There, two men and the giant stood in peace near a disturbingly shattered corpse near the bottom of the steps. Even listening intently, Henry gleaned little of what had happened or why but he was struck by a powerful revelation. If this man-monster could exist and whatever magic propelled it, then there could still be hope left for him to discover his purpose. The men made off with the body in a black muscle car and no amount of running would ever catch up to them. Undaunted, Henry for the first time in his life had something of a clue as to what he was and why he had to live as he did.
Continuing his transient lifestyle of sleeping where he could and scavenging dumpsters for amenities, he shifted his focus in the many libraries he found refuge to the supernatural. Pouring over lore and myth from cultures across the globe in an effort to find some mention of his affliction but with little to show for it. Finally at a Mormon university in Utah he found his next clue in a brittle tome recording the origins of the Mormon faith. Mention of a "Soulless" born to parents who had sinned against the tenants of the faith was recorded, a child shunned by the community and cast into the wilderness. Years later, the Mormon settlement would be recorded as "wiped out", ostensibly by Indians, but that is where the trail went cold. Now the trail led to California, where detailed records of Indian and settlement attacks during the western expansion were kept in a western history museum. There he could perhaps find more about this long dead boy and his own place in the world
Stats:
Current Level: 0
Current Points:
Points until next level:
Strength: 7
Dexterity:13
Constitution:10
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:10
Charisma:5
Get ready for some 40k crossover maddness
Pariah: Also known as psychic nulls and "soulless", these people do not register to supernatural beings directly. They exude an aura that makes them and those close by them invisible to creatures and entities. This can cause weak supernatural creatures feel pain or even rout them rather than staying in the null field. This aura is passive and has no autonomous link to the pariah. It also causes discomfort, a sense of animosity, or outright repulsion from people who are attuned to or have untapped supernatural or psychic potential. The more potent a person with supernatural potential, the more likely they are to imagine or create conflict with the Pariah. People who have low to no psychic or supernatural ability or potential merely feel detached or disinterested in a Pariah's presence unless he is actively engaging them.
No weapons to speak of.
