Post by DWub on Feb 27, 2016 10:43:51 GMT -5
Name:
Eiyole Wrunne [Ayy-yole Run].
Rank:
Lumina.
Original Power:
Power to wilt and/or kill plants at will by touching them, depending on the plant species, age, size, etc.
Power to inflict a wide range of illnesses and symptoms onto beings that can fall ill.
Power Gained After Joining The Cult:
A third pair of eyes (the eyes in the blue face stripes) that alter his vision to infrared when opened. These eyes cannot see well without the other four.
A small, general boost to previous power.
Weaknesses:
Fire, spices, natural/herbal remedies.
Strong sense of smell can be a weakness in particular situations.
Additional abilities/strengths:
Extensive knowledge of and experience with modern medicine and medical practices.
Incredibly agile, for his appearance.
Powerful sense of smell.
Flight, by way of wings.
Age/How Old You Appear:
180 years of age, appears to a human age of 18-22.
Age You Joined The Cult:
180.
Flame Location:
The flame travels along the frames of his wings, his spine, and his tail.
It defaults to a line of fire down his spine.
Height:
Est. 6'10", not including horns.
Skin color:
Pale/gray-purple.
Species:
Arguably, he could be considered a demon of sorts.
More likely to be and more commonly referred to as a Plaguebeast.
Weight:
Est. 210lbs.
Body Type:
Lean, stockier in some areas.
Eyes:
Four main eyes, a fifth and sixth lesser pair. Black scleras, purple irises, slit pupils. Each eye is independant of the others.
Hair:
Maroon/burgundy, styled gently and pulled back into a small ponytail.
Scars:
Few, none yet notable.
Special Physical Attributes:
Four/six eyes, horns, wings, tail.
Clothing:
A fairly formal jacket and undershirt with a tie and long-cuffed dress pants. Dress shoes that would appear brand new. All different shades of blue and/or purple.
Physical Description Paragraph:
Image provided.
Family:
Humans. A mother, father, and older brother.
Thought to be and most likely deceased, even more likely by his own hand.
Quirks:
Tends to put more emphasis on words, or speak more loudly than necessary.
Goals:
To further his abilities and eventually create and start a notable plague of his own.
Interests:
Medicines, medical procedures, some aspects of humans.
Habits:
Folding and unfolding his wings, and swaying his tail, when nervous.
Vices (drinking, smoking, yogurt):
Seafood, especially shellfish. Lobster tops that list, closely followed by mussels and seafood chowders.
At times, even the smell can be enough to turn him to a puddle.
What Does Your Room Look Like:
Very neat and tidy, it appears almost sterile. Or, it would, if it weren't for the abundance of very obviously un-sterile-looking things
strewn haphazardly around. Half-mangled bird corpses, viles filled with... questionable fluids, and makeshift preservation vats.
Personality:
Cocky and a bit of a know-it-all. He very rarely lets that get in the way of him learning new things, however, his arrogance and narcissism have gotten him into more than a few nasty situations; especially since he's not as powerful as he thinks he is. This has become increasingly apparent to him after joining the cult.
Likes:
Seafood, "people watching," when people take interest in his work.
Dislikes:
Chocolate, spices, strong and unpleasant smells.
Preferred Food Source:
Seafood.
Group Dynamics:
Loves to be the center of strictly positive attention. Doesn't always work well in a group.
Takes a lot of things as attempts to steal his metaphorical spotlight.
Friends:
N/A
Allies:
N/A
Enemies:
N/A
Rivals:
N/A
Cult Position:
?? I honestly have no idea what he could possibly do for the cult I'm sorry.How You Joined The Cult:
Can I leave this as a sort of "to be revealed later" thing because that's what I wanna do uh
