Werebeasts could use some detail in the wiki
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Gaia Name: Forest_Herder
Character Name: Alexander (Alex) Greenhill
Gender: male
Age: Twenty one
Species: Clockwork Knight
Skills: Tactical siege warfare; fire support. Steam work mechanics and printable, bartering/diplomacy and an uncanny sense of when he needs to move his head or take a few steps to the side.
Physical Description:Alexander is not large, he is really quite small, at five feet three inches tall with a lean build. He has a consistently fluffed up and spiked hair style. His eyes are large and glisten like dazzling emeralds while his before mentioned, and uncompleted, hair is a light brown. His face is round with few, if any, defining characteristics aside from his eyes, giving him a nigh childlike appearance.
For literally weighing over a tone, Alexander’s armor is much smaller than most would expect, not to say it is that small at five foot seven with helm. It is nigh fully steam powered and, as said before, extremely heavy and has only a few parts of it were steam is not the entirety of it locomotion, much less fully clockwork. As such, it demands steam in great quantities, thus it has a large, and over built, boiler mounted onto the back with two exhaust pipes leading up either side, venting off excess steam when needed; It also has an additional boiler planted on the bottom of legs and wrapped around the back. But, aside from the before mentioned, Alex’s armor fallows a more classical form of armor with only a few variations, giving it a very stoic and indomitable appearance.
As for Civvies, he normally wears long sleeved turtle neck shirts, generally with a short leaved shirt and a vest, blue jeans, large work boots that fit snugly and leather gloves.
Personality: “The kid” defines several of his base quality with ease; he is overly eager, over confident and he has very little real experience in just about anything. He is the first one to declare a task child’s play and then to rethink his initial assessment when Newton’s law is enforced. While not one to boast about who all he could beat in a fight, single handed, Alex is one to bite off all he can possibly chew right from the get go.
His over confidante, however, should not be mistaken for bravery, Alexander is green and fast to panic when the advantage forsakes him; Alexander has an overwhelming keen sense of self-preservation, but, sadly for Alexander, anything closer than fifty yards and it generally takes the place of sudden realization rather then foresight.
This could be said of Alexander: Rare is it for Alexander to turn down a chance to prove his own worth, but it is also rare for him to fulfill his own expectations, to his own turmoil.
When things, or persons, are not trying to destroy his day, weak, month, year, decade, or life for that matter, Alexander is a real go getter. He is driven to please; at a passing word, he is mentally pressed into service. This is not to say that he is a mindless servant, or that he has such low will power that he is easily persuaded into doing things he normally would not, it’s just one of his personal quirks, which he generally fallows, like his want to make things even or unwillingness to eat or drink after anyone else to name a few. Another quirk of Alexander’s is his social awkwardness, a one of many bashful gifts of his upbringing.
Biography: Alexander Greenhill was born November Second, Twenty-Twelve; Alexander was born November Second, Twenty-Sixteen, an hair to prestige, fame, wealth, power and scandal and the name of Ravensworth, Alexander Maximilian Ravensworth. This is one of several
discrepancies unrelated facts Alexander is keen on keeping. But, this is leaping far ahead of ourselves.
Greenhill was born to a family of some wealth, by no means riches, but plenty to live on and go to a private school and have a remarkably dale childhood eventless until he was recruited into the clockwork knights; Ravensworth, however, was much more interesting.
The younger Alexander, Ravensworth, was the younger of two step brothers; his elder, David Joseph Ravensworth, was born April Eleventh, twenty-O-Three. At this time, the Ravensworth name was relatively unknown, even within some, well masked, cycles it was known only to midlevel individuals, made specialty items, from illogical cars that ran on no more than the turn of a clock’s key to missiles, complete with high yield conventional war heads, or a ‘illogical’ gemstone of unnamed effect(s) The name was little known; while the name was little known, were it was it meant one thing, quality with a price tag.
Seven years later, Twenty-Ten, an incident happened, David’s mother, Margret Ravensworth, madden name of Margret Anderson, had a ‘freak’ accident with a drunken driver who managed to plow through densely populated city park wit out so much as scratching the pain of his bright red T-bird, Hit and run aside. She died before any one was the wiser and when the culprit was finally found and arrested, he was acquitted to do lack of evidence, another oddity was he had a layer far above his own pay grade, but back onto point. The funeral reflected a resent boon in business and was larger than a resent rumor would have thought; a rumor that Douglass and Margret’s relationship was increasingly volatile and ‘idle’ threats were being tossed about. David was to grief stricken and detached to bother connecting dots at this point in his childhood.
Another two years would pass, Twenty-Twelve, and So would a second mirage, wife, accident, the same drunk and again a flamboyantly depressing funeral, Doug shed tears even, it was well rehearsed and a farce if you kept the last two years in mind, like the young woman who shall go unnamed challenging Douglas’s authority. No were near as attached to his step mother, David finally started connecting bright red dots, meanwhile Alexander Greenhill was still not even a fabrication in his father’s eye.
Not a month later, Doug found the third love of his life and perhaps it was one of the few things he ever truly meant, but it was also a little kept public secret that Douglass all but kept a harem; a lesser known fact was it was shrinking, rapidly, to nothing for this woman, Cathleen, who was to be his third wife. Not even ten David had already started diligently making his plan of revenge; Doug and David always were “two peas in a pod” as friends of the family said time and time again.
Yet another two years would pass, November second, Twenty-Fourteen; Alexander Greenhill’s ‘younger’ doppelganger, Alexander Maximilian Ravensworth, was born, and Greenhill was still known to none. Things that had happened during the elapsed time were actually pleasing, Doug became more civicr minded, and the local number of ‘accidents’ hade a milled dip downwards, while suicides were nearly cut in half. David even grew very close to Douglass again; David still believed the b*****d needed a six foot deep tomb, but they were honestly close, as close as murderous farther and son ever could be even before the Margret’s death to tell truth.
Scandals of yesteryear still leapt into the light as if an endless plague, and they were crushed in stride and under heel without so much as casing the seasoned head of the Ravensworth family to bat an eyelash. Even when David failed to fulfill an oath made to his late mother, Doug actually smiled to his son and complemented him, going so far as to give pleased applause. “Closest anyone has got this year!” ~Douglass Homer Ravensworth, December Eighth, Twenty-Nineteen. As one may suspect, as the owner and Ceo of Ravensworth Inc, Doug had a habit of stepping into cross hairs, and being unfathomly hard to hit, much less kill. It was a trait that young Alexander would emulate, as well as being remarkably immune to acts of valiance displayed before him and being nigh fearless of fire arms and or threats (or so one would suspect when Alexander calmly flipped off a sniper that missed his head and killed his favorite teddy bear when he was three. End of story: A bright red T-bird ran someone over, thrice. The scene[Alex gasping at a new hole in teddy being made and then walking up to the certain, flipping off the sniper/camera, and then closing the curtains.] can actually still be found on Youtube O_o; )
Early in Twenty-Twenty, Cathleen was suddenly struck by cancer, the signs were there, but no one suspected anything, until she collapsed; it was terminal. Alexander took to waiting happily on his mother needs and wants, blankets, pillows, or her laptop, he eagerly got them before the maids had a chance to do the same; for only the price of a pat on the head that he always meant with a chiming tone. Doug buried himself in his work, more than usual; David really did not take too much notice and figured Doug poisoned her or something. Not a year later, she slipped into a coma five month long coma and died in the middle of the day: Alex was constantly by her side with a weak, forced smile, insisting she would wake up any moment and want her computer; so he would have to wait. He was frantic when the ‘beepy thing’ made the bad sound.
The funeral was small, slalom and private, but not one coroner was trimmed or tucked despite the lack of flamboyance; for this once, Douglass would bury his bride with only dignity. He did something further uncharacteristic on the way to the burial; a reporter had the gall to ask him “How did you kill this one?” and he exploded in rage and issued verbal threats, while lifting the man off the ground by the scruff of his over coat. They never did find Allan D. Fletcher. From here on, things became relatively quite, aside from the regular assassination attempt on Douglass, or David or even Alexander for that matter, untile twenty thirty Doug never was very well liked by rivals.
Alliance: Hunter’s Coven
Group Membership:Clockwork Knights
Supernatural Abilities: Alexander’s armor is, as one would expect given its weight, very strong and durable, because of it he is able to shrug off multiple hits from most any anti personal weaponry. In addition to the external strength augmentations built into his armor, he has extensive skeletal strengthening and internal steam powered rams to help neglect the weight of his armor and choice in weaponry. Alex is also able to overheat his primary boilers at will, making his movements quicker and stronger.
-Alex is also capable of secreting volatile amounts of steam involuntarily, IE, pout a chilly pepper into his lunch and steam will shoot out of his ears and mouth.
-Do to the needs of his enhancements; Alex has resistance to heat in general.
Not so Supernatural Abilities: The armor is also cumbersome and slow to react, leaving him increasingly vulnerable to short range and close combat. Alex’s very body resists making sudden movements*, much less his armor, making a loss of positive momentum very difficult to recover from; and overheating any of his boilers only compounds his inflexibility
[*Elaboration: Alexander can go from a full stop to a sudden leap or run without making a ‘sudden’ movement; in his case a ‘sudden’ movement is any movement that cases him to reverse a piston movement midway without fully halting first. The side effect is the piston, or pistons, in question then momentary stutter. As such, even a slow movement can be considered a sudden movement. Additionally, the force and length of the stutter is derived from how much steam is in the piston, namely the steam in the side that was making the previous movement. For an example, if he pulled back a swing right as it started, the stutter would be much more milled then if he waited until it was nearly finished, and at the same time there would be no stutter at all if he entirely fallowed though the swing; as is expect, having his body, more or less, lock up for a half seconded is not ideal for a melee were he must move enough to avoid unexpected blows while taking opportunist as they arrive. ]
-Alex is also more negatively affected by extreme cold
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Still working though his Bio, and yes, I like to dwarf stuff... It should only be a few more paragraphs, and if you don’t reply by the time I finish up, I’ll just delete it from this post and drop the finished work into a new one :3
(Yes, Doug is “Neutral Evil” and NO, I actually love capitalism, but having Doug giving to charity is not as amusing to me as an incarnation of greed running ppl over, a lot, and yes, there are more wives to come…. I’m not Sexist, he is just a b*****d! razz [No, really, he is literally a b*****d], and if you want to know why Alex's bio dus not focus on him, that is becuse, thus far, he has been over shadowed in nerrly all regards.)About having no HUD, is just a radio ok then?
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