Name: Muerte Perist
(Muerte is Spanish for death)
(Perist from Peristéri, greek for dove. Also an anagram of Priest for added lulz)
Blood colour: ████ #667f55
Gender: Male
Symbol: This Cross looking thing ye
Personality: Oh where to begin...
Muerte is a huge workaholic. Disregard for personal health himself, because he gets too caught up in his work! Sleep deprived, often times hungry, but finds these more as a bother then a life-concerning thing. Perhaps a bit careless in that respect (But don't get me wrong, he's highly meticulous when it comes to things he cares about), he tries not to let anything get in the way of his experiments, and namely, science! Believing he is doing trollkind a great thing, he spends long nights working in a windowless lab, loosing track of time- maybe he is a bit careless when it comes to himself- he tinkers around to figure things out and learn. A particular passion for biology, he loves to indulge himself in the knowledge of the trollian body, and various animal anatomy. Studying limbs and organs and just about everything he can sent him into a minor love of mechanics, and a specialization in amputations.
However, Muerte lacks empathy. He doesn't help others on an individual basis unless it means something for him, because it's a waste of time otherwise; time that could be used researching, if only for science. So self absorbed in his own image, he really is convinced he's doing something great here! Even if he... sort of isn't most of the time.
Now he isn't a complete cold hearted b*****d. Ask him about science and oh boy will he tell you about science, probably while laughing about how you have no idea what he's talking about because How could an idio+ like you unders+and some+hing so GREA+ oh you CAN'+ haha, but the point is that he does like to share and gloat his findings whenever he can. He's not dumb, and he does stumble upon some interesting things at times, which is where is somewhat pretentious nature comes in! Always striving to look good when he is around people, he will share his works, and well, should they chose to listen, could actually be some valuable information!
On a separate note, Muerte is quite well, delusional. A huge ego that feeds his god like complex, he believes he's far better then everyone and everyone. The caste means nothing to him, blood means nothing; he is still better. However, he does realize he's not truly a god, which bothers him greatly, but in the end only fuels him on his conquest of perfection. While he does put on the image that he's better then everyone- and realizes that he is- his mortality is the thing he hates the most about himself, and the biggest thing he wants to fix.
Strengths:
+ Intelligent
xxxx Muerte is pretty darn smart! Every chance he gets he spends it learning, expanding his knowledge, reading through books he's already read before, just to make sure he remember's verbatim. Ambition keeps him hungry from knowledge, and he retains it pretty darn well! Otherwise, he builds his knowledge by dissecting bodies of residential beasts and the occasional lusus, although his real treasures are the bodies he recovers from the hunts. He has ye, however,t to preform on any live thing rather than his own lusus; well, yet.
On another note of his smarts, Muerte is a fast learner. There are no trials and error's with this guy, only trials, ******** trials. In all seriousness though, he's just a quick learner. Picks up details very well thanks to his meticulous nature, and gives a lot more intelligent thought into anything his does. Natural skill included, he's just a smart-cookie, that's all there is to it! Give him something to do, something to learn, and he'll surely be up to the task.
+ Nimble/Meticulous
xxxxWhat Muerte lacks in strength, he makes up for with speed. He's incredibly dexterous with his hands, probably from always fiddling around meticulously with things. Ambidextrous to a point, in fact, although he's more partial to his right (This is a right hand world, after all), his nimble finger's are just as adequate as the mirroring ones. It's sort of funny considering he's missing a pinkie on his left hand.
+ Resourceful
xxxx The guy uses so much of his stuff, he's almost always short on supplies, mostly from the issues of needing money to purchase these thins. Thusly, Muerte had to get used to improvising. Being smart and quick, it really isn't much of a challenge for him to come up with 'ingenuous' things to do as replacements, especially when it comes to improving with his surgeries and testings. Most of his 'tools' are handmade from the most common thing he seems to have; bones from the deceased, although some of his better things are crafted from troll horns. He has a 'use all and waste nothing' policy.
Flaws:
- Amoral
xxxxThis guy just doesn't have any morals to the justifications of life itself, in fact, he gives life very little value. Very rarely does he view trolls as trolls and not replaceable beings; to him they're just breathing bodies waiting to die and become subjects for him to work on! He kills for his gain, and hardly gives any thought to other trolls emotions and needs or whatever desires they have.
As mentioned before though, he will help other trolls if only for the hands on practice; the ability to work with a live troll without stirring up trouble with whoever might have a problem with it, but at the end of the day, he doesn't really care about the individuals themselves, which may or may not come back to bite him in the a** later!
- Slightly Insane
xxxxIt started a while back with he was much younger. His lusus didn't enjoy letting him handle sharp objects, but one day the rascal got his hands on a knife and well, chopped his own pinkie clean off.
But that was where the trolls morbid fascination had begin. Not only was he seemingly not bothered with the fact he cut off a finger himself, he decided to go further with the idea, which lead to his obsession with limbs and amputations and the workings of the body and so forth.
xxxxNot necessarily irrational, he is completely conscious of everything he's doing himself. More delusional then anything, he's sort of loosing his grip on reality, believing he is on par with Gods themselves, or on his way to becoming. His goal is to obtain immortality itself, so he can continue the progression of science for as long as possible, even if it means making his own new method of 'ascension'. The idea of becoming a robot has crossed his mind quite a few times as a matter of fact, and this insanity fuels his obsession. No one else is as perfect as him, mind you. He's the only one fit for such a role; and nothing will halt his conquest!
- Delusional
xxxx Muerte is absolutely convinced everything he does is for the better good of troll kind. Maybe some of it is; while he does... help some, most of his methods are unsavory, and even more so are done for his own appeal. His lusus is a model he completely mutilated, and he sees it as an accomplishment of sorts, where as the lusus itself is nothing more then a diseased heap of twitching limbs and flesh. He sees it as an milestone, because playing god makes him feel like he has power, and hell, if he can do this, then he can do so much more, can't he?
xxxxAnd it's just that. Muerte plays god because he wants to be on par with some higher being so bad!
xxxxNot to mention that in short, his delusions make him think himself competent of goals that are near impossible. Building back on the whole 'Self ascension' deal, there is one thing that will get to Muerte worse then anything; his own mortality. His delusional career keeps him overlooking this fact, although he understands he's lying to himself deep down. On a note of physical flaws, Muerte has terrible eyesight, and it's slowly fading. And it bothers him. Disgusts him; he hates his eyes, honest to god. His delusions tell him he's capable of anything, why do these hold him back? Guess the only thing to do here is make his own eyes and rip these useless ones out.
Weapon: Sawkind! He uses a bonesaw; not just any bonesaw, a legit bonesaw, that is to say, it is in fact made of bones.
He think's it's cool!
Appearance:
xxxxWhite coat with a black belt going over it, Muerte has a signature cravat in his blood color and dark gray pants, tucked into pure black boots. Messy black hair pulled into a short pony-tail, horns that start from the sides of his head and curve in front of his face, just above the eyes, and some oval shaped glasses, make up his normal attire. (See sprite/pic at the top)
Home: Muerte lives deep in the heart of the forests of Four Fronds. Isolated from other people so no one can disturb him in his work, he works peacefully is solitude. There's a number of reasons why he lives here, one for the quiet, yes, but also for the Lowblood hunts, which he partakes in regularly, if only for the bodies.
Lusus:
xxxxMuerte's lusus is an huge dove, easily equal to the size of a small present-day 'smart-car'. He simply refers to the creature as nothing more then 'My Lusus' and refuses to give it any sort of nickname, believing that indulging in such ideals would cause him to get too close to an inevitably dying guardian.
xxxxThat being said, he really holds no compassion towards the graceful bird, or well, once graceful. Once a beautiful thing, it's now more-or-less a mass of scar tissue and rejected limbs. Muerte uses his lusus as a test subject, a base to try and graph the miscellaneous 'parts' he has laying around. That is to say, none of these procedures are usually successful, and as such the majority of the 'add-ons' are virtually useless and limp, with only a few able to retain some of their shot nerve endings and give the occasional lethargic twitch.
xxxxMeurte keeps his lusus in relatively good health, however... Or he tries, anyway. It's purely obligations that make him want to keep the poor guy breathing, though.
Power: None
