Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Fanalis-Magician Halfling [ Fanalis Dominant ]
Tier: D
Class: Tamer
Age + Birthdate: 2/14 15
Gender: M
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:
. Eight had the meticulously crafted personality of a narcissistic megalomaniac. A red-stricken outline of the conversation coursed through his thoughts before he took the time to make each deliberate action. His mind computing each reaction, and selecting the next path on the branch, putting on the performance that he believed would be best suited to his needs.
. Ambition was a filter of his eyes. Everything he saw was processed as a goal or a way to achieve them or something to discard. It was an instinct that grew sharper and more vast with time and experience. Eventually, this became a magnetic aura around him, attracting and repelling people according to their own polarity.
. However, No. 8 defaulted typically between two modes. One would see a decent human being. Gregarious and charismatic despite any circumstances, chumming around even among those who disliked him. Smiles and chit-chat and social embrace as if he had known everyone around him for years. A friendly face who didn't mind helping the less fortunate than him.
. But occasionally, he would shed his human facade and reveal a cold-blooded core. Stoic in the face of pain and adversity, he can be cold as ice to the suffering and torture of people, even those he cared about. This was an emotional tool to be used to achieve the means to the end.
Likes:
- 8's relationship with time has been pleasant, appreciating every moment and having the patience to sieze the right opportunity.
- The endeavor he pursued most frequently and passionately was researching. Bettering himself was simultaneously his mental diversion as well as a sense of pride and diversion.
Dislikes:
- The antithesis to 8's life is addiction. He had seen what addiction to anything besides power has done to people. Warping the path to success and sometimes even leaving them as a husk of the person he or she once was.
- The other thing he can't stand is gambling. An unreliable shortcut that can bring you into despair that is only for those who cannot succeed on their own two feet. Needless to say, his least favorite person is a gambling addict.
Ambition:
. This slaves ambitions are simple but open-ended. He sees his number one goal at the moment is to increase his 'value'. He sees things almost numerically, and his one desire is to improve this variable. He is taking a multi-pronged approach to his dreams. First, he's making the best of his deplorable situation by doing his best at his current job. During this time, he had decided to educate himself into deeper facets and nuances of the job he is doing as well as educating himself in general, starting with literacy.
Trepidation:
. Conversely, his only concern is in lowering his value. This means any number of things, such as becoming permanently disabled, or ruining any meaningful connections he has to other people, especially those that he believes have value, worst of all worried of those connections turning on him, in a form of betrayal. He is not so worried about death, mainly because he realizes once he dies, none of this will mean anything to the corpse left behind.
Face-Claim: Adlet Mayer - Rokka: Braves of the six flowers
Hair Color: Scarlet
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 150 cm
Weight: 40 kg
Appearance:
A bridal veil for skin, not matching his role in life. One would be unable to tell that he was a slave. His face was that of a model, a soft jaw but it suited him. Almond-shaped eyes the color of cherries, with a look that made you lick your lips in anticipation.
His hair is typically just a heap of fluffy, smooth strands which combined to form tufts like cotton candy. But if he has any particular type of work, he'll get groomed to the nines, people come and do his hair, from trimming to dyeing and styling. But it's well-maintained.
As slim as sugar cane, but child-bearing hips give him an androgynous, perhaps even feminine appeal. His build is complimented by perfect posture. This is all adorned in functional clothing, keeping pockets and whatever he needs on him, with a headband to keep the hair out of his eyes. On his wrist, he has a brass sundial watch.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: Whenever he touches someone for the first time, static. Always.
History:
"Aaahhh~." A baby halfling Fanalis cooed to his mother and father. With little recollection of what they looked like. If he only relied on his memories, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell which was which. His father had cords of green hair like vines down to his waist with an androgynous look, definitely suited to being a frail magician. Mother was a gladiator of Reim, muscular and powerful, her ambition orders of magnitude larger than her build.
8's father in a large,dusty gown-like attire, and his mother dressed in minimal armor pieces. They would go around, and he could recall seeing his mother win in the Colosseum several times. But somewhere, his memories don't really fill in all the blanks. Eventually it was just him and his mother, and he can only assume death, according to his mother.
Things didn't change much for a while, but still young, his mother seemed to become strange, and long story short. He was no longer with his mother, and he had a new father; well that's how it was explained to him. But now that he was old enough to understand, this was just how his life was. No. 8 was now officially a slave, where he had gotten his name. The young fanalis was branded as 88 at first. He was initially a child prostitute, but it was short lived, because his master simply grew fond of him and took him to bed personally.
Eventually, Master Amenhotep had acquired a few more slaves, the owner had decided to bring 88 deeper into the fold. 8 and almost 20 other slaves were being managed by someone known as 7. A tamer from Kou who had been particularly evil and vindictive. But now out of the last ten slaves, there was a promotion to be had. Due to his fondness for the boy, and being a fanalis, he was now known as 8 and was to be the slaver in charge of these ten and the next set of ten until there is a promotion within those.
7 was particularly evil and hated competition of any kind and had given 8 some refreshments with a parasite he had come to acquire, that typically killed its host. After a week of being sick and being taken care of by 0 and 4, he managed to survive the incident, and finally got to meet the rest of the slaver captains.
Eight was still none the wiser, and while he hated his life, he tried to push past everything and possibly improve his lot in life by any means necessary.
Role-Play Sample:
. Showboat, the only kid with a suit on the beach, was in front of Pearl, Shade and Lebra, his crew. Pearl was the girl next door, Shade, hikkikomori-looking girl, and Lebra… an anthromorphic shark, with a sharks teeth grin from ear to ear. They were armed and ready to brawl.
Cap'n Showboat held a shipwheel like a shield in front of his team, Pearl was a louisvile slugger armed with an anchor in her hands, ready to swing. Shade had a second head, which emerged from her back pack... it was like a mix of a Mario Piranha plant and a chain chomp. Finally, it was Lebra at the back of the group with a coral spiral shell, that was half club, half shield.
They charged forward simultaneously charging as a team, spreading into their positions and went to strike Thunderbolt from multiple angles.
