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 Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 1:32 am
AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLLMENT FORM Name: Hurley Quintin Hacksalot
Nicknames: Fatass, Chunky, Barfbag, etc.
Gender: Male
Age: 16ish in appearance
Faction/Race Undead // Zombie (based around L4D’s Boomer variety)
Natural Ability: Boomers naturally produce a lot of bile in their bodies, giving them a bloated look. Y’see those bulges on his body? Exert too much pressure on them and they’ll pop and cover the nearest thing/person with bile. It’s a great deterrent against people physically touching him in battle, but it unfortunately does not help the zombie in social situations. Especially since if he’s extremely nervous, one might pop on its own and make the space around him smell even worse. 8( The boomer members of Hurley’s family have managed somewhat to control when their sensitive boils, allowing them to even hug without producing slimy embraces; Hurley hopes he can attain that ability with training, mostly to avoid aforementioned nervous “break outs”.
Personality: Hurley really got pimp-slapped in the face by genetics, and it’s done quite a number on his self-confidence. For one, he immediately assumes all others are not his friends and are not vying for such a thing from him. This breeds an innate cynicism that, even in his happiest moments, can bubble forth – like burping after a good meal and tasting the sourness of not-fully-digested food rising in your throat from the force.
Odd analogy? Hurley’s got plenty. Oftentimes it’s perverted, or just not the right sort of metaphor, simile, or other such things – or even very inappropriate for a situation. Can he help it if the envy he feels for the “pretty people” also harbors a bit of teenage lust? Nope. He knows he won’t be getting nice a** any time soon, so why not indulge himself with a few fantasies and some tossed “love the rack” comments. Well, if he’s feeling wordy that day at least.
Most of the time this zombie acts like he doesn’t care what you think of him: and most of most of that time, it’s true! Hurley’s well aware of the low status most zombies of his type hold, so he’s prepared for sneers and insults at his lack of hygiene. Somehow, he manages to shrug off the biting words, adopting a lethargic attitude to avoid further confrontation if he’s had enough. Some days he could even rival a demon of sloth in his laziness, even though on other days he wishes he wasn’t so repulsive to the average denizen.
It’s all just a mix up of self-loathing, sarcasm, and bile. Lots of bile. This is probably why he acts more or less antagonistic to others at first – it’s easier to keep people away than invite friendship, he believes.
At the least Hurley doesn’t lie. He doesn’t see the point of doing so, somewhat having to do with the fact that he had the notion of “fitting the role one is born into” beaten into his head by his father and brother: and so far as he’s concerned, what’s a zombie got to lie about anyway?
Being quite a loner due to these habits has also driven Hurley to have rather melancholic moments, where he focuses purely on the half-empty glasses of the world and becomes more withdrawn.
He doesn’t mind affection necessarily, but it’s never exactly expected. He may return such affections with skepticism at first, or even jeopardize budding friendships by poking criticisms at a potential friend’s weaknesses. He’s less inclined to do so for fellow Undead or Monsters since he thinks of them as beings who would be more likely to be “true to their species” than the wily demons or the too-jacking-human Reapers. Ghosts are a neutral point for him unless they seem pretty happy/not mind being completely dead. Then that just makes him jealous.
Hurley is not one for close contact for . . . obvious reasons. The boils normally only pop under enough pressure, but the smaller ones may burst if Hurley is stressed enough; being extremely nervous may also induce some vomiting. There’s been a running ability to master the boils’ popping time, but it’ll be a long road for Hurley if he hopes to get such a feat.
It should come as no surprise that Hurley doesn’t really care for his looks. No surprise at all. About the only things he is self-conscious about are his boils, and he was born with those. And they’re kinda hard to keep under control sometimes. It’s like telling a kid to stop having acne when they have no products to help keep them away.
Hurley’s got a few quirks, such as wanting to learn bigger/more complex words to prove not all zombies are dumb. Unfortunately, he often uses them in the wrong context, or just makes up words on the spot when unable to remember a specific one. He also has a fondness for the less likeable minipets, especially fish – mostly because he believes they don’t have to smell him from underwater and can tolerate his presence.
He also has a thing for accessories like hats, scarves, and ties. If he's ever wearing one of these, it's probably one of the few things that will be close to impeccable on his person. Hurley is also capable of making these favored items and sometimes sketches designs when bored and not feeling social. And when not watching skellyvision.
Why are they enrolled in Amityville Academy? On his parents’ side, Mumsy thought it was time the poor boy get a proper education after noticing how luckluster he seemed about the house; Dadsy wanted the fatty out of the house and didn’t want his back unless he got kicked out. But then, he’s upset by the fact that Hurley’s a boomer like his uncle instead of a tank like his dad. He thinks making the kid macho up at school will somehow turn all that fat into grade-A rotting muscle.
On his side, Hurley doesn’t mind the challenge of an education, but seems apathetic to the idea of being, well, anything during his time at school. He secretly hopes that exposure to the more active students will stimulate a better idea of his future – or, better yet, help change his outlook on his unlife. Because it sure isn’t going to get sunnier without some help.
FEAR: Projectile Bile
Everyone loves these types of vomiting, right? Open your mouth, spill out your guts in a forced stream, and cover the poor bastards in whatever the cafeteria decided to serve recently! Hurley’s vomit, beyond being bile more than anything else, blinds the opponent for a short time, leaving them open for him to claw at. Or sit on. Whichever he’s in the mood for. Zombies in the near vicinity may also suddenly have a raging urge to find the source of the vomit.
This is, of course, assuming Hurley has bile to throw up. Or that he doesn’t burp instead when he tries. Or that the opponent isn’t already fast enough to dodge a single stream. Vomiting in and of itself forces Hurley to stay in place and aim, and somewhat exhausts him if he tries this too many times in one day. In later years, Hurley’s vomit can be projected further distances and may add more nasty effects such as debilitating nausea or even causing the opponent to upend their own bowels in return, not to mention even add up to several more “streams” of bile by opening up other boils on his body.
Physical Description: Think fat kid. But with more ugly.
Eye Colour: Light brown
Hair Colour/Style: Short, scruffy, and dark. It's mostly hidden by his backwards-worn cap, where a tuft juts out from the hole.
Skin Colour: Pale, corpse-like, with some blood-stains among . . . other things. Some veins may show depending on the artist's choice. Semblances of green can be seen due to bile buildup. Since his shirt isn't large enough to cover his rotund belly, there is a noticeable bulge around the belly button.
Clothing Style/Colours: Both t-shirt and pants are large and baggy.
The t-shirt has a vintage look, most likely due to all the sweat-, bile-, and blood-stains on it. Hurley tends to wear shirts that have witty sayings or that otherwise make some sort of statement on their own: his particular favorite is one that has the biochemical symbol over a dark night background with grunge-font bold words screaming "THERE IS NO CURE".
Hurley often wears things like cargo pants that have various pockets that allow him to hold small objects - mostly food, sometimes his eyePod. They go to about his knees and are tattered and patched, stained like his shirt.
The hat, however, is the only piece that is pristine in his ensemble. It's simple in design and up to the artist in colors, but one design I've thought up has an over-characterized undead animal on both sides of the hat, one puking towards the rim, one puking towards the back. The eyes are marked with Xs. CC is of course available though! The hat is preferred to still be worn backwards, though.
Hurley wears lace up sneakers and socks, of which there are no particular preferences.
Extra: Various boils dot his body, ranging from medium to small; most notably are those on his face, where they are quite small and look almost like undead teenage acne.
References: Original Boomer Inspiration
First Try At Close Up
WIP of student ref
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 1:32 am
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