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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 7:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:01 pm
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Name: Mahmud Seshat
Mahmud: Arabic name, meaning something along the lines of "Commendable" or "Worthy of praise",
Seshat: Ancient Egyptian wisdom goddess, similar to Thoth. Like Thoth, she is known to be a great scribe to the gods, and some of her specialty fields are Writing, Astronomy, and Architecture.
Blood colour: ▀▀▀▀ #87441b,
Gender: Male
Symbol: The first hieroglyph in the name Seshat.
Profile: Mahmud, given his home and inexperience, is a pretty solitary troll. He's not against interaction with others by any stretch; in fact, he'd love some right about now. However, the Trials have made him suspicious of anyone who isn't his lusus. During the Trials, Mahmud had tried to befriend and partner up with other trolls. That lead to him being almost being killed on multiple occasions. Therefore, once coming out of the chambers the last thing the boy wanted to do was hang around fellow trolls. Now that he's had a good amount of time on his own with Harpommy, however, he's starting to have inner conflict between being afraid and being lonely. During his recent isolated sweeps, most of his interests became centered on creating things.
First thing out the metaphorical ether, this kid LOVED making slam poetry and rap. As a small troll, language was the first creative area he was able to access. Poetry and rhythm are skills he has a knack for. Nowadays, it's his favorite pastime when he's all out of things to build on his house with. He'll also read books of poetry and try to inspire himself
As he's gotten older by a sweep or so though, his Ommy had managed to rub her bird habits off on her charge. When Harpommy would bring back random knickknacks to build a nest to sleep in, Mahmud became interested in what she was doing. Now he's fostered a love for architecture and construction. While he's just beginning to learn this trade, it is one of the few aspects of his life he will take risks in. This has now overtaken Slam Poetry as his main hobby.
Back in the pits he had gone from being a wide eyed, naive little kid ready and raring to go to someone beaten down, literally and figuratively speaking. By the time he came out that soft little push-over attitude had hardened into a loud, brash, opinionated little bugger. Mahmud's become accustomed to thinking that if he can make himself seem bigger, louder, tougher, and meaner than he is, nobody will come after him to hurt him. He's not adept at knowing when to start pulling back on that attitude yet. Mahmud's happy he's not being pushed around, or even not having his life threatened. That being said, it's gotten to a point where the crippling loneliness is outweighing any pros being blustering can give.
Mahmud should have some opinion on the hemospectrum. Any time the topic is brought up, however, his biggest opinion is that he doesn't want to talk about it. Period. He doesn't feel like getting his a** kicked. Talking about his place, and whether or not he agrees on being considered lesser than other trolls, is all nice and dandy in the right company. Mahmud doesn't think ANYONE right now is the right company. Either he admits he feels the hemospectrum is wrong, and has to get his butt kicked, or he has to lie, say it's right, and end up hating himself. The best option Mahmud could come with is to try and shut down those conversations before it happens.Deep down, he thinks the hemospectrum is a load of lusus dung.
Making friends with Mahmud is going to take plenty of patience. Someone's got to have proof that they mean no harm, nor think he's less than them. Mahmud wants friends, but is unsure if people can be trusted. His idea is if someone's willing enough to keep sitting there and take his s**t, they must be willing to be a friend. That being said, even if he wants to, Mahmud cannot control how other trolls feel about this. Some trolls will get angry, and aggressive straight back to him. In true little kid fashion, he will try to escalate the situation the best he can until he becomes so scared, he runs to Ommy and hides. On the other hand, what if he hurts a troll's feelings to the point that they avoid him or becomes afraid of him? That would hurt Mahmud even worse. He was bullied, and doesn't want any other trolls to feel that way. Mahmud's just scared, and has difficulty controlling that instinct to push others away.
Strengths: Tenacious : "Quit" is not a word in Mahmud's dictionary. If he's committed to an idea he's going to do it! Making plans, executing ideas, name it and he'll do it. He does not enjoy leaving things unfinished. That being said, not everything needs or should be finished. Some ideas should be abandoned, and some friendships aren't worth salvaging. Mahmud's determined to see everything through to its logical conclusion.
Resourceful: His type of creativity is one that takes ideas and engineers them into reality. He's the sort of troll who, despite his rather coarse language and demeanor at times, has an elegant execution to solving problems that involve physical or verbal construction. While his style is eclectic it's nonetheless effective at doing its job. Note that while he can find creative and resourceful solutions to problems, it doesn't mean that he has an organized method of doing so.
Enthusiastic: This kid's passionate about everything he does. Get him on a subject he enjoys, or around the rare troll he trusts? Prepare for a big ol' bundle of gung-ho energy. Proposing a plan in front of him will lead into one big session of trying to make that idea a reality. Once he's opened up a bit, Mahmud's going to freaking explode with excitement and happy friendship time... maybe too much so.
Flaws: Blustering: As a basic defense mechanism, Mahmud tends to put off a lot of bravado. The idea is simple: if he acts big and tough enough, people won't try to hurt him. At the same time, he has yet to learn that boundary between being putting on a strong front, and being a jerk. He'll push this jerk boundary farther than it should go out of fear of someone else hurting him.
Stubborn: It's going to be hard to get Mahmud to change his mind once he's fixated on an idea. Unless something blows up in his face with no hope of salvaging the situation, trying to change his mind takes an act of god. All of his recent choices, according to him, have been safe and sound ones; Why should he change? Despite this, he's not unreasonable, and is willing to listen to someone else's perspective. Mahmud's not going to change his mind without a heap of good reasons.
Sensitive: Mahmud's been born far more sensitive than the average troll. It's hard for him not to take a troll's aggressiveness personally, and it leads him to over-analyze everyone's actions. Had he been born less sensitive, the list of traits above would look different. He's not emotionally volatile, or driven to violence. Even when he's being abrasive, the thought of making another troll sad hurts his heart. He's prone to making poor choices based on emotion rather than logic, and finding out he's made mistakes or hurt someone adds to his moodiness.
Weapon: Bat or Macekind. His item is a rather large stick with rusty old and bent nails poking out all over the place. Mahmud decided that it'd give some extra use out of nails not fit for construction.
Appearance: There aren't many remarkable things about Mahmud's appearance when it comes to dress: his outfit is a standard black tank shirt (emblazoned with his symbol), and then dark grey/black carpenter shorts. His shoes are closed-toed standard steel-toed work boots. They are well worn clothes, and tend to get ripped and scuffed while he works on things around the house.
He also has a normal little troll face, with the only two things setting him apart are horns and hair. Horns feel free to go nuts on design. Hair, there's just... so much hair. So many black curly curls from every direction. Its long enough for him to pull back at times into a ponytail, and he is not above wearing hair clips if it keeps hair out of his face.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:02 pm
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Home: Mahmud and Harpommy live out in the rural desert areas, south of Chittentown, where her sweet sweet baby has enough room to grow and develop his construction abilities. The only condition Mahmud gave to the drones were "leave a way for Ommy to fly in, and leave me a bunch of stuff".
They didn't leave behind stuff, but the first condition was easy enough. Mahmud's home is based off a small, mesa-style home with a large side window with a little shutter door Harpommy can open in the night time to let herself in and out, and shut in the daytime to keep out unwanted undead. The home itself is one room, and Mahmud's recuperacoon is on the other side of the home, away from the window, to keep him away from the sun.
The rest of the building is a goddamn constructive mishmash of ideas. He's still a kid trying to explore and think about what he wants. Any time Harpommy brings home stuff from her journeys outside, Mahmud uses that item in a way that builds on the hive. Right now, he's concentrating on adding a floor two at the moment.
Lusus: Mahmud can't take five steps away from home without Harpommy hovering around. Is she a pigeon? Is she a troll? Aren't harpies beautiful trolls with wings and feet of a bird? Okay there's no way around it, Harpommy (shortened to Ommy) is a goddamn bird with vestigial fat chest sacs and a troll torso. She tries to feed Mahmud the best way her bird instincts know how... by trying to spit regurgitated food down her sweet little troll baby's throat.
It's not a pleasant experience for anyone but her.
Other than that feeding mechanism though, Mahmud and Harpommy are tight as can be. Even if he didn't require her protection, the boy would bring her along everywhere. Harpommy is a soft-hearted sweetie, much like her son is deep down inside, who enjoys trying to help other troll kids. Anyone coming to visit his hive can expect his mom to start preening them. And maybe trying to feed them.
Was it mentioned before getting fed wasn't pleasant?
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 8:06 pm
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