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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:09 pm
Character name:
xxxxx Tobias DeLorean
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread:
xxxxx [ b49 ] The Doll Room in the Basement Nation
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words:
xxxxx Tobias is a teenager. Tries to be optimistic, tries to present himself in a way that won't enable others to look down on him, tries to hide his true self.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? (pairing)
xxxxx Nope.
Describe your character if they were a vegetable:
xxxxx Turnip. You have to dig them up to get at them, and the bigger they grow the hotter they become.
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece?
xxxxx I suspect Tobias has had to suffer through various "nature relaxation" tracks growing up. I suspect something like this would be right up his alley. The music has a slow tempo, but the melody is sweet enough to prevent him from being bored to tears.
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time?
xxxxx Hiking.
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined?
xxxxx Tobias is more into sports, and used to do it a lot as a kid. His anger issues got him kicked out of a little league due to unsportsmanship-like conduct. As such he's had to pursue the arts a bit in order to "draw out his feelings." He still likes going for hikes and wandering though.
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards?
xxxxx Confident, but not overbearing. He prefers the calm over the excited, and the more cooler and collected someone is the more likely he'll look up to them and want to be around them.
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) (From here)
Active
Amiable
Aspiring
Athletic
Calm
Cheerful
Conciliatory
Confident
Considerate
Contemplative
Courteous
Curious
Decent
Disciplined
Discreet
Dutiful
Ebullient
Empathetic
Felicific
Flexible
Healthy
Humble
Leisurely
Modest
Open
Optimistic
Rustic
Self-critical
Sober
Tolerant
Uncomplaining
What are some neutral personality traits your character has?(From here)
Aggressive
Breezy
Casual
Conservative
Contradictory
Deceptive
Determined
Earhty
Enigmatic
High-spirited
Mellow
Obedient
Physical
Private
Quiet
Reserved
Restrained
Solitary
Unambitious
What are your character's personality flaws? (From here)
Aimless
Angry
Bland
Blunt
Complacent
Deceitful
Desperate
Difficult
Dirty
Discontented
Dishonest
False
Fearful
Gloomy
Grim
Impatient
Insecure
Melancholic
Miserable
Moody
One-dimensional
Paranoid
Passive
Petty
Reactive
Secretive
Selfish
Shy
Small-thinking
Submissive
Tense
Unpolished
Weak
What is your character's favourite colour?
xxxxx Likely something in this sort of colour, called "dutch teal"
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: (Hunter -> Halloween)
xxxxx While I could make an excellent Animorphs nod by referencing a Red Tailed Hawk somewhere in here, I think Tobias would make some sort of disgruntled demon. With a scarred up pretty face, he would be quite bitter towards the more hoity-toity of his species. I imagine him with an affinity for a dark magenta color. I'm tempted to say he'd be an Avarice demon specializing in either Greed or Wraith.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future?
xxxxx It's difficult to say at this point since he still has the new character smell about him. I picture him as being more serious with a simmering anger. He wouldn't go to Sun, Moon, or Mist; he would either still be in Death or Life working on runes.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others?
xxxxx Tobias is a hands-on sort of person and would very likely take either his whole division or a portion of the division away on a retreat/training camp, working on how to cope with an unruly weapon.
Who does your character look up to?
xxxxx No one currently. (Any hunter want a minion? PM me!)
What is a great weakness of your character?
xxxxx Being alone, being physically weak, realizing that there's no where to run.
What are their favourite foods?
xxxxx Hamburgers. He's a teen, don't expect too much from him.
Favourite fashion style?
xxxxx Throw it on and walk out the door. Messy, rumpled. Likes clothes that last and can take a beating.
Favourite minipet?
xxxxx None yet.
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be?
xxxxx Tobias would love to be Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. If he could be a ranger he would.
Describe your character as a mythical creature:
xxxxx If turned into one and being the aforementioned demon wasn't possible, Tobias would be some sort of fu dog except all snarls and snaps.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain
xxxxxRazoul; minor villain doing his job, but still a villain to the main character. Also quite forgettable to remember who he is.
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go?
xxxxx Nearest forest with camping gear and go for a walk.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess?
xxxxx I lied.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 6:47 pm
1. Fear
Tobias felt uneasy as he stared at the ocean. Earlier he had willingly dove down into it to retrieve runestones out of necessity. He wasn't aware of the horrors that lurked beneath the misleading waters. A large, misshaped form in the distance managed to draw a blink out of him. Was that the creature that tried to eat him? Why didn't it eat him? Why was he still alive? By all rights the thing he disturbed beneath Deus Ex should have eaten him. Not... spit him out.
Was he not good enough?
The blond clenched his jaw, hands curling into fists. What the hell was that thing's problem? Was he not good enough?! He needed answers. Except there was no way he could swim down there himself. Not now. And if he did?
He held his breath, letting it slowly trickle out between his clenched teeth. Even if he could swim down there, he was clearly no match for whatever it was. He should consider himself lucky that he was still alive.
It was around that point that Tobias realized he couldn't move. His heart was beating quickly, brow coated in a thick sweat. He was afraid of the water.
Tobias closed his eyes and began counting, holding his breath and releasing every fifth number. Only after ten minutes of struggling for self-control did he finally managed to rise from the rock and manage a shambling walk back to Deus.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:29 pm
2. Hope
He didn't know what he was doing. As a trainee, he figured he would be here to learn. He didn't expect to be so... cast off. Part of him missed the direction, the constant looming shadow of an adult watching over him and directing him the way they wanted him to go. The other part was slowly becoming more and more excited at the thought of this sort of freedom.
But what could he do with it? It was all well enough to read things in the library. To scoop poop and clean cages for things called "minipets." There were training courses he could run, and manuals he could read in regards to leaning how to better defend himself and to fight.
It wasn't until he was recruited by another Death hunter that he began to feel a sense of purpose. One of the dolls in his room had to be repositioned to hold his cellphone on and open as Tobias eagerly read through the minipet manual Oz forced upon him.
He never really was one for pets. He could vaguely remember a gentle giant of a dog that he played with as a kid. No cats -- his father was allergic. Tobias struggled briefly to remember what the dog's name was, giving up when he was beginning to become frustrated. Either way, he never really had a pet that he could call his own. A pet that could breathe tiny fire? One that was a sort of mystical creature? That caught his attention and his dreams.
He wanted one.
But first, he needed to learn all about them. Maybe with someone to actually talk to he wouldn't feel so alone.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:42 pm
3. Death
Tobias felt his knees give out as he fell backwards, landing on his rear end as he stared in stupefied amazement at the people before him. The mass of shadows to his immediate front has stopped writhing and wiggling, and was in the process of shuddering and vanishing. One of the people in the white coats came over to him, checking his pulse and quickly frisking him to determine if he had any injuries.
At last, Tobias managed to breathe. "Whoah," he whispered. "How... How did you guys take that shadow out?"
Some of the group looked at him. Some of the looks where appraising, others hostile. Some didn't care. At last one of them spoke, waving away the one that came to check him out. "We're hunters. This is what we do."
"You don't exactly look like hunters to me," Tobias replied, gesturing vaguely to the bright orange vest he was wearing. "Most wear these tacky things. You... You guys just swooped in on that shadow and actually did something to it!" He scrambled onto his knees. "Can you teach me? I swear that one's been stalking me ever since I've gone down to the campsite, and I figured today I might've been able to shake it off if I --"
"Will you shut up?!" One of the hunters snapped, pointing a gun at Tobias. Or at least what seemed to be a gun. Guns usually didn't have neon paint on them, did they?
Tobias clammed up obediently, brushing the hair away from over his right eye to get a better look at them. He found it odd that all of them had some sort of glowy things on their weapons. None of them were spared.
One of the hunters reached out, smacking the other on the back of their head. "Dude. He can see this s**t. You know what it means?"
Slow recognition crept across the smacked hunter.
"Hey, kid." Another hunter called out, walking across and over the dissipating pile of shadows. They clapped a hand on their shoulder. "Not many people can see the shadows y'know. You wanna make something out of yourself and join us? Bring the fight to these assholes? If you're like me, I bet they've been stalking you for awhile."
Tobias scrambled to his feet. "Yes!"
"All right kid. First step? We're gonna have to fake your death. We can go over the details later, but when you join us there's no goin' back. You gonna miss anything here?"
Tobias stopped himself from answering, thinking. He slowly shook his head. "Don't have much in the way of a future," he admitted, "And honestly? If I can help and get rid of these things... I think I'd rather do that."
"Good. Take that off." The hunter gestured towards the orange vest.
"Are you going to make it look like a bear ate me?" Tobias asked excitedly.
"Haha... probably not. Look, just go through your bag and figure out what you need and what you can do without, all right? We've got a death to fake, and a vest alone won't tie your identity to it..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:29 pm
4. Revenge
Tobias hated the hiss and crackle as she stalked through his mind. He hated the way she paced restlessly as she worked through both his thoughts and her own, trying to pick up the pieces to put together some semblance of a plan.
He felt her mentally lash out at him, trying to silence him. She didn't need to be distracted. It wasn't as if he was being helpful anyway.
It was difficult to not think, he realized. It was just like saying "don't think about white elephants." Or purple hippos. He could hear her screech in anger at him again.
He was always doing something wrong with her. He wasn't that bright, he wasn't that smart. That brave, that strong, that vicious. He was weak for locking that part of himself away, to try and maintain some semblance of peace.
Tobias wondered if he was like David Banner with his alter ego-slash-mutation the Hulk. There was always an angry presence there lurking beneath the surface. Would she listen to reason? What had happened to her to make her upset so?
The constant anger and hatred stopped.
It was silent now. Her presence, her biting hatred for everything that moved and lived had kept him on edge for so long since they bonded. It was odd to hear the silence.
At last she spoke. Her question made him scowl. Of course he wanted revenge. Now wasn't the time for it; they had to get stronger. They had to stop and figure things out. It would have to wait. Over time their anger would simmer, then grow, and when they least expected it --
Tobias was surprised at how much he was looking forward to it. He caught himself already savoring the feeling of victory, of rising above his fallen foe. They would have to work together if that sort of thing would ever come about.
Her angry presence was still there, however her temper had simmered. She was listening. And he knew she would be there to help. She lived for nothing more than the thrill of the fight. She had a bone to pick, and if her intended prey was no longer around she would be more than happy to lash out at anyone else. She simply needed to have her aggression redirected to a mutual target.
Tobias slowly smiled. He may not be David Banner, but he sure as hell was starting to appreciate his Hulk.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:59 pm
5. Love
He needed a seat.
Tobias stared at the table taking up residence in the middle of his room, the light from his cellphone shining on it. All of the seats surrounding the table were occupied with dolls, each positioned as if they were in the middle of a tea party. If he were a more experienced hunter, he would have been shocked into disbelief upon how similar the dolls were to the hunters who had died before.
But as a trainee, to Tobias the dolls looked like they were very well made mannequins, almost life-like with how real they looked. He supposed that the gathering of them in the room meant that he now had a harem of eyecandy, but to be honest he wasn't too sure of their cold dead eyes that silently stared forward. Judging.
Which lead to his current predicament. Without a desk, he didn't have a place where he could write or read. He could make himself a spot at the table, but then one of the dolls would then have to stand up. And that would be awkward, right?
Tobias figured the best alternative was to then consider placing one of the ladies in the lap of one of the male dolls. The pressing question remained: who would best ship with whom?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:51 pm
6. Admiration
It felt like highschool all over again, or at least the brief period he had of it. Tobias hung out on the edges of the training field, simply staring at the speed and dexterity the other hunters displayed while wielding their weapons. In their hands, their weapons were blurs of metal and glowing lights as they spun around and hacked at targets and each other.
He didn't dare draw his own weapon.
Tobias kept his hands curled into fists as he watched, swearing to himself that he too would one day be able to do that as well.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:47 pm
8. Rebirth
He could summon a shield. He had a shield with two pointy things he could use to stab people with. Tobias had his own portable shield-shanker.
This was ******** awesome.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:48 pm
9. Loss
He had a goddamn shield-shanker!
...Tobias didn't have any goddamn idea what to do next.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:05 pm
10. Transformation
Once upon a time Tobias turned into a reindeer and a kitten.
Needless to say, Tobias never talks about those events.
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