Post by Masquerade on May 25, 2006 15:14:25 GMT 12
[Name >> Cain "Tinker" Blackshire
[Age >> 16
[Gender >> Male
[Tribe >> Vampires
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> British
[Politics >> None, save that saving his own skin comes before everything else.
[Romantic orientation >> Unknown. Usually too busy working to peruse either gender. [Easily suggestible, methinks Dx]
[Appearance >> He could be attractive, perhaps even eye-catching.
His hair, originally dyed bright white but having grown out to reveal his natural shade of raven black, is painfully straight. It seems to have gone through some rough times, and the right side is significantly shorter than the left; the latter having bands grown out over his eye.
Thanks to a recessive gene normally overshadowed by stronger genomes, Cain has bi-colored eyes. Nothing overly exotic; the right is a greenish brown too yellowy to call brown and too dark to call hazel, and the left is a brilliant light blue, nearly white. The odd shades of his eyes can give him a slightly manic look, particularly when the huge dark patches under his eyes are taken into account.
Cain's skin is a deathly shade of white, bleached from years spent inside infront of a computer monitor or playing with his tools in the subterranean lair that was his basement. He's thin, thankfully not skeletally so, with a willowy, almost feminine frame. He's not atheltically built, and looks as though you could break him in half without much effort.
His clothes are those that he wore when he came through the fence, slightly baggy black cargos decorated with white and red accents, and a slim fitting blood red shirt adorned with various slogans and quotes. He has a pair of thick lensed goggles, the plastic and rubber either black or bright orange, and the tinted glass lenses reflecting shades of yellow or green; the goggles are usually seen on his forehead or around his neck when he isn't working.
A small tattoo graces his right collarbone; a collection of gears. Both ears have a multitude of piercings, a few of them being 'industrial'.
[Attitude >> Cain is hardly a social butterfly. Infact, he's more of a social weevil.
He also has the good grace to be what you might call a dumbass genius. He's mensa smart, although he still manages to act like a juvenile delinquent when the moods strikes.
In a more civilized society, he'd have been a geek, although his dress would have made him fall into more of a 'cyber goth' subcatagory in the social ranking of the adolescent body. He get flustered easily when he actually realizes he's engaged in a coversation with a human being, but can be quite a verbose boy when you catch him working on something.
When he isn't feeling nervous around his fellow youth, he's actually rather calm, cool and collected. Particularly when he has something to tinker with at hand. He can, however, get quite excited when he's working on a particularly large or difficult project, and can occasionally a tad overbearing.
When he gets talking, its hard to get him to stop unless you do something to get him flustered. He tends to go off on odd tangents, as well as talk to himself when he thinks no ones around.
He's reclusive by nature, and tends to hole himself up for long periods of time. By default Cain is not an overly aggresive person, but when push comes to shove he isn't afraid of bashing faces in with a tire iron.
[Notable History >> He's always been somewhat of a recluse, even before his family perished in the Black Plague. Cain always prefered technology to humanity, spending days on end locked away in his basement working. Lack of social skills left him awkward and shy when he actually ventured out into the world, and only encouraged his hermitage.
He was under observation in the psych ward of a neighbouring city when the attack on New York came, having been admitted after his parents professed a worry over their sons mental health. They worried he might've been a sociopath.
They didn't have to worry now that they were dead, however. Released into government care until he, as seemed inevitable, escaped. What happened from the time of his escape and his arrival in New Pork seemed like a blur to Cain, and even today he isn't really sure how he managed the trip, let alone with a bag of tools on his back.
[Reputation >> "Could make a computer outta a busted microwave and a caluclator. Just don't make him boot it up."
Rarely ever leaves Gargoyle Tower, unless its to scavenge/barter for parts for his latest project. Reknowned for knowledge of mechanical and electronic inner workings. Not so hot at programming/hacking, however.
Has a particular skill in working with clockwork.
Last character for a while, promise.
[Age >> 16
[Gender >> Male
[Tribe >> Vampires
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> British
[Politics >> None, save that saving his own skin comes before everything else.
[Romantic orientation >> Unknown. Usually too busy working to peruse either gender. [Easily suggestible, methinks Dx]
[Appearance >> He could be attractive, perhaps even eye-catching.
His hair, originally dyed bright white but having grown out to reveal his natural shade of raven black, is painfully straight. It seems to have gone through some rough times, and the right side is significantly shorter than the left; the latter having bands grown out over his eye.
Thanks to a recessive gene normally overshadowed by stronger genomes, Cain has bi-colored eyes. Nothing overly exotic; the right is a greenish brown too yellowy to call brown and too dark to call hazel, and the left is a brilliant light blue, nearly white. The odd shades of his eyes can give him a slightly manic look, particularly when the huge dark patches under his eyes are taken into account.
Cain's skin is a deathly shade of white, bleached from years spent inside infront of a computer monitor or playing with his tools in the subterranean lair that was his basement. He's thin, thankfully not skeletally so, with a willowy, almost feminine frame. He's not atheltically built, and looks as though you could break him in half without much effort.
His clothes are those that he wore when he came through the fence, slightly baggy black cargos decorated with white and red accents, and a slim fitting blood red shirt adorned with various slogans and quotes. He has a pair of thick lensed goggles, the plastic and rubber either black or bright orange, and the tinted glass lenses reflecting shades of yellow or green; the goggles are usually seen on his forehead or around his neck when he isn't working.
A small tattoo graces his right collarbone; a collection of gears. Both ears have a multitude of piercings, a few of them being 'industrial'.
[Attitude >> Cain is hardly a social butterfly. Infact, he's more of a social weevil.
He also has the good grace to be what you might call a dumbass genius. He's mensa smart, although he still manages to act like a juvenile delinquent when the moods strikes.
In a more civilized society, he'd have been a geek, although his dress would have made him fall into more of a 'cyber goth' subcatagory in the social ranking of the adolescent body. He get flustered easily when he actually realizes he's engaged in a coversation with a human being, but can be quite a verbose boy when you catch him working on something.
When he isn't feeling nervous around his fellow youth, he's actually rather calm, cool and collected. Particularly when he has something to tinker with at hand. He can, however, get quite excited when he's working on a particularly large or difficult project, and can occasionally a tad overbearing.
When he gets talking, its hard to get him to stop unless you do something to get him flustered. He tends to go off on odd tangents, as well as talk to himself when he thinks no ones around.
He's reclusive by nature, and tends to hole himself up for long periods of time. By default Cain is not an overly aggresive person, but when push comes to shove he isn't afraid of bashing faces in with a tire iron.
[Notable History >> He's always been somewhat of a recluse, even before his family perished in the Black Plague. Cain always prefered technology to humanity, spending days on end locked away in his basement working. Lack of social skills left him awkward and shy when he actually ventured out into the world, and only encouraged his hermitage.
He was under observation in the psych ward of a neighbouring city when the attack on New York came, having been admitted after his parents professed a worry over their sons mental health. They worried he might've been a sociopath.
They didn't have to worry now that they were dead, however. Released into government care until he, as seemed inevitable, escaped. What happened from the time of his escape and his arrival in New Pork seemed like a blur to Cain, and even today he isn't really sure how he managed the trip, let alone with a bag of tools on his back.
[Reputation >> "Could make a computer outta a busted microwave and a caluclator. Just don't make him boot it up."
Rarely ever leaves Gargoyle Tower, unless its to scavenge/barter for parts for his latest project. Reknowned for knowledge of mechanical and electronic inner workings. Not so hot at programming/hacking, however.
Has a particular skill in working with clockwork.
Last character for a while, promise.
