Post by strasberrie on Jun 28, 2015 0:32:41 GMT -5
(sobs sorry for the sloppy art, it's kinda rushed bc im so excited to join the cult !!! omg)
(edited as of 8/10/15)
Name: max glim
Rank: currently sacrifice
Original Power(s):
alluring aroma | Max can emit any kind of scent (more like a gas really) that can have various effects. He can easily put his enemies to sleep or disorient them as he pleases. However these gases only have a temporary effect.
amature shapeshifter | Max can modify his structure to fit any description given. Except you know, he's still made out of wax. He cannot change the color of his eyes, skin, hair, etc.
Power(s) Gained After Joining The Cult:
light 'em up up up on FIIIREEE | More appropriately called "remote spontaneous combustion", This power allows Max to make any object suddenly combust with just a single touch. Once he touches an object with this ability in mind, his handprint remains visible on it with a light glimmer. The destruction follows suit when he snaps his fingers. The only con is that there is a time limit of one minute for him to activate the explosion. If one minute passes and Max has yet to do anything, the handprint vanishes and nothing happens.
fog generation | Lets Max create a thick cover of fog, can be used to assist in retreats or blinding his enemies. Only lasts 5 minutes.
talking shadows | Makes the surrounding shadows livid and hostile towards whoever tries to hurt him. His enemies can only hear the whispers, which have a terrifying result. This is because the shadows speak of things specific to each person, and brings the individual's deep secrets and fears to light. More of a psychological attack than a physical one. It tires him out quite a lot.
Weaknesses:
✘ water | He's a candle of course so he can't get wet. Light to medium rain is fine, but being submerged could be fatal.
✘ extinguishing | His flame is somewhat harder to put out than any normal flame, but if it remains out for a while he could die. Wearing his hood will not hurt him.
✘ holy water | He get's a horrible burning sensation when touched by holy water. No one knows why???
✘ insomnia | He can't sleep at night, and often times passes out during the day.
✘ lots of physical contact | Max can't stand being handled by multiple people at once. He can tolerate a hand or two on the shoulder, but anything more than that he'll start screaming. (hence he's not the guy you should push into the mosh pit)
Additional abilities/strengths:
- basic wiccan/witchcraft
- candle making
- making a mess of things
- randomly setting things on fire
Age/How Old You Appear: Physically appears to be somewhere near his late teens/ early 20's. Actually 110
Age You Joined The Cult: 110
Height: 4'9'' (he's short i know)
Skin color: a sort of pale/beige??
Race: he's a candle.
Weight: relatively light, anywhere around 100 lbs
Body Type: originally androgynous (genderfluid, doesn't care which pronouns but is most familiar with he/him they/them)
Eyes: yellow sclera, azure irises, seemingly nonexistent pupils.
Hair: wax???
Scars: none so far
Special Physical Attributes: He has a rather large mouth on his stomach. It's always grinning or smiling or doing something weird. It's teeth are very big and sharp, god knows how it manages to stick it's tongue out. Whether or not it leads straight to his intestines is uncertain. Who knows how many hot pockets you can stuff into that thing.
Clothing: Hand-woven hooded cloak, held together by two azure 'x' stitches in the front. strange eyeball symbol included on the back. Black short shorts made of denim.
Physical Description Paragraph: Max is, in brief; an utter mess. Both physically and mentally speaking. He drips all over the rug and all over the furniture and all over the cat it's just everywhere okay? He's a slender lad, doesn't have too much weight on him. His eyes shine when he smiles, not to mention when he's enveloped in darkness. His "hair" is unruly, melty, and never consistent. and ahhh idk i'll add more here later???
Family: forever alone
Quirks:
- making candles/whittling soap when he's anxious or troubled
- singing old show tunes when he thinks no one's looking
- collecting tiny things he finds on the ground
Goals: to get himself a hot boyfriend that's made solely out of pizza.
Interests:
- watching humans interact
- shakespeare
- eating pizza bagels
Habits:
- messing with his tummy mouth
- fiddling with his fingers
- messing with any object near him
- apologizing a lot when he's nervous
Vices (drinking, smoking, yogurt): eating a lot?
What Does Your Room Look Like: Messy, quaint, dull, full of unorganized trinkets 'n junk
Personality: Max is an awkward fellow, always preferring to stay in the background. He stutters and mumbles, sweats and fumbles all the darn time. He's basically a silly kid thats it. He doesn't know a lot of social norms, and has zero experience with mingling or any kind of casual conversation.
Likes: junk food, trinkets, tiny things, physical contact from a person he trusts
Dislikes: anything big and sharp, being crowded around, nEEDLES, sterile places
Preferred Food Source: mcdonalds.
Group Dynamics:
Friends: the candledile B))
Allies: n/a
Enemies: n/a
Rivals: n/a
What Do You Consider Your Position In The Cult: the candle son???
What Do You Do For The Group: he mainly works in the candle shop, making the candles.
How You Joined The Cult: just kinda showed up one day??? Max doesn't remember a lot about his past, only that he was held against his will in some kind of laboratory in the middle of nowhere for most of his childhood. When he escaped he hid in the the surrounding forest and remained alone up until he gathered the courage to approach the cult. Most of his fears stem from his time in the lab.
