Belife - Bel(Lord, King) and Knife
Jocari - Late Latin "joculari", meaning to jest
Blood colour: Orange (Text = orangered, HSV = 33, 87, 80)
Gender: Male
Symbol:
Upside down question mark looking thing?... Yeah.
Personality:
Belife is a pretty easy-going guy. One could even call him a lazy slob. His hive is a mess with knives, clothes, and misc. objects scattered on the floor of all the rooms. His Lusus tries to do a job of cleaning up so Belife doesn’t trip and hurt himself, but sometimes he falls asleep on the job. Belife just can’t be bothered with that kind of stuff when there are much more interesting things to do, like ponder the universe and psychoanalyze people. Oh, and have fun. Who wants to clean up when you can have fun?
Belife’s speech is often rather slow and well thought out. He talks with a sort of laid back intelligence to everyone he meets. He is quite intelligible and likes to use big words when he can. Sometimes he will riddle you a question that will make you really sit down and think. It’s part of his psychoanalysis hobby. He really likes learning about how people think. He wonders if anyone else believes in the Other World’s theory like he does, and if their ‘worlds’ crossed by a decision they had made and that it was fate that had them be there in the same ‘world’ at that time….
As with his speech, his actions are often drawn out and slow. He likes to take his time, to understand his surroundings. To cope with not seeing details, he is very touchy-feely. However, sometimes he's touchy-feely in all the wrong places, so to speak. He is a little bit of a pervert and loves blaming it on his blindness.
He is constantly listening to the sounds and echoes of things to calculate distance because 2D colour is deceiving. Sometimes he will ride his lusus, who has perfect vision, in an unfamiliar area to get the gist of how things ‘sound’ and look. You could say he has a small understanding and use of echolocation. When riding his lusus, he will use the clopping of hooves to measure distance, and on his own every so often he will click his heels on the cobble stone because it sounds similar to Papacow's hooves. Usually he only needs his primitive 'echolocation' in new or busy areas. Places that are often traversed have been memorized. In crowds he is almost always running into somebody, though.
Belife has a secret desire that drove him to be the person he is today; a juggler, street performer, entertainer, jester… whatever you wish to call it. His major decision in life was to be this, or be a mechanic. With much pondering and insight, he chose to be a performer. While being a super mechanic he would get recognition, no one would ‘see’ him. He wanted to be known, to be followed, gossiped about, watched; a marvel. The main reason for this is that he can’t quite see the stars. Much like text, the darkness drowns them out. He wants to be the brightest star of all. He wants people to look on in wonder as they do the stars that supposedly light up the sky. He wants to be the sun during the night. He wants to be remembered. His street performer act are all about juggling (knives, or knives on fire*.) To him, it is fairly easy now that he’s done it so often, and probably much easier to master than mechanics which is constantly changing everyday (What if he had invented a machine?? Would he be a star then??). He hopes that in time he will take the stage as a professional performer, or get a group together and travel between towns. The more the merrier. He hopes the time will be soon.
In order to be an amazing entertainer, though, one must practice their skills every day. While sometimes he skimps on practice to sleep and laze about with PapaCow, he is obsessed with his knives. He likes to polish them and line them up neatly - but only his favourite ones. He sometimes practices actually fighting with him but not as often as practicing to juggle. He only practices fighting for really tight situations (which he usually avoids by thinking ahead! But who can be right 100% of the time?) When not juggling them, he often uses them for misc activities, such as decorative carving on a block of wood(which he uses his minds eye and PapaCow’s eyes with) - eating (who needs forks? Just be careful), and for their intended purpose – throwing. He has a large target board in one of the room and gets PapaCow to score him for the rings that merge near the centre from being small and blurry. Even without the smaller rings (just one big large red or white one, depending on the angle) he can usually get it into the smallest ring by simply aiming for the cente. Most of his throws are on estimations of space, but he usually aims for the middle of things from a 2d perspective. He often carries knives around with him where ever he goes; and always 7. 7 is his favourite number as in superstition it means lucky.
Belife acknowledges the hemospectrum and pays heed to those above him (with /some/ level of respect) but he mostly treats everyone the same. No colour is better than another in his eyes. Not even the purple and blue bloods. Everyone is treated the same. No one gets any special treatments! Everyone does, though, get their own nickname based off of a trait they have. For example, Mutuna is "Orange Sister" and Minist is "Little Miss Train Wreck".
*The reason he lights his knives on fire to juggle with is that orange is a much easier colour to see in the dark, where the knives’ colours blend into the background. This is the same about his shoes. He always knows where his feet are by his bright orange shoes. Sometimes he thinks about buying some colourful clothes to stand out more, but he's never goes through with this idea.
Strengths:
Jack be Nimble, Jack be Quick.
Belife can easily recover from any situation, whether it be a slip of the tongue or literally falling over. He is excellent at facework (such as, when falling down the stairs you sit down as if that was your plan all along) which has come from being clumsy. His lack of seeing small details, like that bump is the cobble stone, has led him to be clumsy, but his flexibility lets him try to remedy anything that would make him look a fool.
Philosophy in multiple directions!
Belife really enjoys mind games. Riddles are his favourite, and he will often spout riddles like a joker when he feels that a decision someone will make will have a large influence on them. As mentioned, it's part of his psychoanalysis hobby, as well as part of his hobby of being a philosopher. Combining his 'other worlds' theory dedication and wanting to know more about how people behave in general, he is often questioning everything - even himself. This questioning and planning ahead - picking the best 'world' to be 'conscious' in - gives him great insight on what to do next, what may happen next, and which decisions may have the best outcome. He can understand situations better than some people and can easily find irregularities (such as deceit) with people (of he knows them well) in their actions and call them on it. While some may call him a 'seer', he is simply thinking logically and using his intuition. Sometimes he reflects on his decision about being a performer than an engineer, and wonder how that 'world' is doing.
Sharing is caring...!
To put it simply, Belife treats all trolls on the same level. He does not think you weird or ugly, nor higher or lower than he. He is very thoughtful and likes to help people find their motivation to do something, such as being what they can't see (that was his motivation). He's just a nice guy who wants to help you go somewhere in life and just be friendly. He isn't afraid of being injured, so he still treats royal-bloods on the same level (which causes some kerfuffles on the highbloods respect).
Flaws:
<********, I can’t see. Well, he’s not totally blind. Sometimes he thinks his impaired vision is even a good thing. Belife can only see colours, and not the details. This rock has a lot of light gray flecks in it and has some shadows on it, yes? To Belife it is mostly a gray blob with some more gray blobs on it.
Because of the lack of detail, Belife cannot read, usually . This is a screen shot that would resemble what he sees. Hard to make anything out. The text has to be big for him to read it. Normal books would not be readable, but large posters would be.
Scenery is a little messy, but luckily he does not live in a forest with so many colours! He would know that the brown lines are tree trunks and should avoid them when he’s running. He has come to adapt to this, though, and does not mind it. When he shoves something super up close in his face he can see more details more than usual, but never as much as someone else could.
In my dreams, I am the star. It is me.
Belife has to be the centre of attention. He doesn't feel right when people are talking and not acknowledging his presence. Most often juggling knives for fun is more than enough to get people to watch the short kid for a while. While this has it's hardships, like people getting annoyed or him getting hurt, he believes in the saying 'even bad recognition is still recognition". He can and will talk the loudest to make sure people know he's there and he wants you to listen to him.
I'm sorry I touched your boobies. I'm blind, you see?
Belife really enjoys using his disability to get things he wouldn't normally get, or to be excused from certain actions. He can be a little perverted using his hands to make up for lost details. While placing the blame on his eyes, he usually doesn't get off scott free, especially if they learn he's not completely blind.
Weapon:
Belife uses throwing knives but any knife will do. Sometimes he sets them on fire for added entertainment and to see them better
Appearance:
Please direct your attention to the image on your upper right! Under his shaggy hair, his eye's pupils are gray rather than black. The scars found on him are from recklessness during his more dangerous stunts. Also, who needs fashion sense? Comfort is the way to go. Especially when all of your clothes ARE THE EXACT SAME GRAY BLOBS.
He adores his shoes, though. He feels like they make him stand out. They also help him know where he is going.
Belife is also quite short. He dislikes people calling him short, though.
Home:
Chitten Town. His hive has only one floor, but has many rooms on that one floor. He lives on the outskirts of town. He wouldn't mind living in a smaller hive if it meant being inner the city though. Papacow disagrees.
Lusus:
On the subject of PapaCow, Vanille is ...Belife's...Lusus... He's... a Highland cow... to us... A shaggy hoofbeast... He has a large.. floofy tail, though... and.. if often.. really.. really....... sleeeepy....
Power: N/A
