[ Lost Clans ] there's Something That Waits in this heap

[chirigami]

 

[chirigami]

The Horseman
Name:
Something That Waits
Nicknames:
Waits
Gender:
male
Age:
... like he kept count. (He's considered young by Horseman standards though)

Original Clan:
Famine

Job Role:
Alchemist

Personality:

- Something that Waits is lazy by nature, his name not too far off from truth. Though, he would consider it were more patience and efficiency, he does prefer to do nothing more often than not. Favoring in starting something off and then letting it to its own devices without his hand in the process just to see where it goes even if it reaches a conclusion or not (see: the bugs that have made him their home).
This might be where the only major difference is within the brothers, as he is rather egotistical. Really only looking out for himself most of the time, and Lurks, and his own curiosities of the worlds at large. He's engaging though, given he's out for information and maybe possibly test subjects and materials. And very open for conversation if the topic sways to those he enjoys; there are key words, science-y things. Stuff like that.

- As any member of the Famine clan would be, Waits has a certain fondness for those of the insect variety; namely centipedes (millipedes even), ants, moths, really whatever he just comes across or comes across him. Or what Lurks beings to him, which is really where it all started - simple experimentation from the first bug that crossed the brothers' path, to see the effects they had living in his own body. It just never put an end to it and let them do as they did. They gained some usefulness after all.

- The destruction of the Islands probably hit Waits a little harder than his brother/twin/sibling, mostly for the lose of so many unfinished experiments, equipment and supplies. And, okay, perhaps a few friends and kin as well. But also since it provided a solid foundation for him; somewhere he could be, somewhere he could relax and somewhere he always knew would be there in between long stretches of time in the Human World.
He hopes to find such a place with the Lairs and the world of Halloween, he considers himself adaptable anyways. And hopes it provides many interesting possibilities, things to explore and some usefulness.  

[chirigami]

Mount Form:
An Arabian horse, roan in coloring though hard to tell in places due to large patches of missing skin, muscle and rot. Looks emaciated, as things go, and many of hooves are chipped. Mane and tail are messy with an odd assortment of dangles and shiny things having found there way in.

Weapon Form:
Rope Dart - simply put, a very long rope with a very sharp and pointy thing on the end of it. Used for extension, pulling something closer, piercing something, binding something or simply just hitting something.


FEAR ATTACK:
Y1: The Pulse: Lax Heal - Eh, he figured out some sort of healing; by making his current residences do a little work.
Y2: Tainted Fang: Sting - [Waits] releases a small dose of poison through the tip of his dart that courses through his victim for a short amount of time (thanks bugs!) Well, unless it misses.  

[chirigami]

Random Tidbits:
- Is slightly narcoleptic; not a severe case but is prone to kind of falling out at times especially if sitting or standing still for too long. This also might just be .. the laziness.
- Developed a taste for smoking just about anything.
- Had a beehive once lodged in his abdomen but got tired of the constant buzzing sound and how sticky it got.
- Has a good memory; used to carry a notebook for data but could never find it in his clothing so kind of had to get good at remembering things.
- Somewhere around the 6' mark.

 

[chirigami]

stuff  

[chirigami]

stuff  

[chirigami]

stuff  

[chirigami]

stuff  

[chirigami]

more stuff  

[chirigami]

and more stuff  

[chirigami]

meep  

[chirigami]

stuuuuuuff  

[chirigami]

 

[chirigami]

quest thread

 

[chirigami]

a few more stuff