Quote: "Either my parents are the greatest fools in exsistence, or they truly care for me..."
Name: Gin Rummy
Current Star count: 0
(optional)Name Meaning/Nicknames: Solitaire: The nickname given to me my my parents. Only they and my closest friends may address me by this
Joker: Most people think I'm mentally ill, and took to calling me The Joker, which eventually shortened to just Joker.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
D.O.B.April 12
Race:I WANT to say that I'm a demon so hard, but I'm simply not sure... (Incarnus)
Incarnus: A race not unlike demons, though they are incredibly rare, come from another world to ours as children, and seem to have a unique bond with monsters that would otherwise be hostile. The Incarnus Ace however, is rumored to have four guardians that accompany him, and he is said to be able to sooth the heart of any beast.
Arts:Musical and Culinary
Character Looks:I've got peircing blue eyes, Platinum blonde hair, and a thing for vests and the color red. I've been told that I'm sexy, hot, and various other compliments, but I never act on the emotions of others.
Allignment:Neutral, I assume...
Personality: I'm pretty laid back about most things, I can also be pretty shy at times as well. I almost never approach a stranger, but rather wait for them to come to me if they need me.
History: I can remember my parents vividly. My parents, my mother and father... We used to be so happy. I used to run and play with my father during the day, and my mother would tell me stories and legends during the night. I remember the day I was forced from my home. There was... blood. So, so much blood. And they... they pushed me through a gate, shoving something into my arms... Then, there was nothing. There was nothing for so, so long... After that, I can remember walking through the desert, hungry, thirsty, barefoot and half-naked. I was barely above 3 feet tall at the time, and I wasn't carrying anything with me, save a shining emerald ring and a mysterious tablet written in infernal language. It goes without saying that when I stumbled into an Archaeologist campsite, I was welcomed with open arms. They took me in, clothed me, fed me, and even named me. An elderly couple, the Rummys, who headed the expedition took a special interest in the tablet and myself, resolving to adopt me as their grandson when the excursion was done. That same night however, bandits raided our camp, taking everything of worth. One decided that I could make him a lot of money if I was sold as a slave, and stole me as well. As a message to the Rummy couple (Or my Pop and Mom), I'd left my tablet behind, something I never did normally, as well as use my foot to drag a trail in the sand as we left. Thankfully, the following day was not a windy one, and the path remained, leaving them to put things together. It took only hours to catch up with the thieves, who had stopped movement for some reason. When they entered the camp, the non-motion became apparent. There was NO ONE at camp, save me, huddled in a small cage. The bodies of the bandits were littered all over, limbs scattered on the ground, blood stains in the sand. The most mysterious part, however, was the fact that every corpse showed signs of a wolf attack. Too worried that the animal would return for them, they got the key, set me free, scooped me up, and left for the states right away, putting me in a home and preschool. All was going good for about 5 years, until the voices started. At night, I would scream of terrible things- War, Murder and other atrocities namely. My adoptive grandparents became worried for my mental well-being, and sent me off to be examined. I was deemed Schizophrenic, and from that day forward, began regularly seeing a pschycatrist in an attempt to get to the root of the problem. Seeing as there was no problem, they couldn't, and I was taken out of school, and put into a mental institution. I bounced from my home to the institution countless times, until I reached the age of 12. At that point, my "grandparents" decided to take me out for good, enrolling me in a formal middle school. They were reluctant about accepting a student they thought was mentally unstable, but I attended nonetheless, the voices stopped, and for a few years, I knew normalcy. Then, high school changed everything. Someone found out about my stay in a mental institution, and I became a social paraiah. If that wasn't hard enough to deal with, I discovered I could cast magic. Not wanting to go back to the institution, I kept this little fact to myself, as well as the reality that the voices had returned! I couldn't hide it for long, however, as my grandparents found me freezing a glass of water solid unintentionally one morning. They shipped me off to yet another place, this one a school. The academy was for being such as myself, and it was there that my life became interesting. There was a teacher there, Scytheress, who I took to rather quickly. Eventually, I told her all about the voices, and she helped me understand what they truly were, allowing me to establish bonds with my guardians. We became close, she was one of the few people I could truly call a "Friend"... But all things must come to an end. During my 18th year, The Academy closed, and Scytheress- No, my "Big Sis" and I lost contact. I wandered the earth, attempting to learn more about myself, as well as my guardians. After turning 21, I decided on a more "Stable" existence, and applied for a job here a Reed's.
Any weapons/armor you have:
Any items you have: A small green ring that he's had for as long as he can remember. He also has the tablet, and can read what little it says about him.
Any battle skills/magical powers you have:
Summoning: I have the ability to call on my four guardian beasts at anytime, though I prefer to use my magic. Currently, I only have access to Fenrir, as there seems to be something I must do before I'm able to call on the others... I can take on the attributes of any of the four once I'm able to call on them.
Magic: I'm an Adept at Darkness and Ice magics, even going so far as to combine the two in a fighting style called "Niflheim".
Conversation: For the oddest reason, I can not only converse with animals in their native tounge, but I can soothe their savage natures if I can get them weak enough...
Character Flaws: Vice is incredibly unknowledgable about his homeland, and this leads him to be very inquisitive and curious about everything.
Vice is and was considered schizophrenic by some because on occasion, he can hear the voices of his guardians. While they make great advisors, he sometimes finds himself conversing with them out loud...
Likes: Sleep, Conversing with his guardians, Learning
Dislikes: Being judged, Anyone who doubts the existance of the guardians
Friends in the Realm: Scytheress
Enemies in the Realm: None
Lover: None
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Theme Song: The voices are music enough
