Post by BASS GUY~! on Mar 3, 2013 20:29:03 GMT -6
Name: Seven
Aliases: None
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: 2nd of Daelrus, 564ED-1
Place of Birth: The Maraldian Royal Institute of Weapons Development and Scientific Experimentation.
Physical Appearance:
Seven takes on the form of a young human boy with strange silver eyes, long black hair and a narrow, sharp face. His lips are perpetually forced to a frown that rarely lifts, and his slim build reveals an obvious physical frailness and makes him look both malnourished and sickly. Those strange silver eyes of his never seem to focus properly, and his lips are almost always shooting a torrent of numbers out in an almost insane chatter that only leaves room for the occasional moments silence when he finds he must catch his breath.
His clothing strictly comprises a long white lab-coat, and some long white pants that are neither too taut nor loose on his rather small frame. He hardly stands taller than most his age, finding himself often looking up a slight at most humans around him, which might normally make him seem a little innocent, save for that mad glare and constant barrage of seemingly random numbers that spill forth constantly from his mouth.
Personality and Quirks:
It's no surprise that Seven would be considered insane; his eyes carry a dull gleam and he seems to have problems with almost everyone he meets. The fact is, he has been driven to at least partial insanity out of loneliness, having no way to communicate or understand the people around him, who seem to speak a strange, alien blur of noises and grunts, clicks and pauses. The only thing of these languages he understands is when people mention numbers; his own language is actually something of a simple conversion, where 'A' = 1 to him when he attempts to engage in conversation. This partial insanity has left it's scars on a once sweet and kind young boy, who now critically analyses and scans everything with those strange silver eyes that looked like they might have once held color, and hope.
One thing to watch out for is his particular and rather random hatred of pens and pencils, often breaking and snapping them, and replacing them with a brush, or chalk, or charcoal for some odd reason. Even Seven can't explain it himself; he just really hates pens and pencils, though it might be all sharp things that remind him of the needles he had to suffer through for 3 weeks back in his own world.
Special Abilities:
{Advanced Calculation}
Seven, as a result of the experiments that were conducted on him, has lost the ability to speak English, in place now only the numbers that constantly barrage his psyche spill forth as his only means of communication. His amazing talent with calculus and incredibly complex equations allows him exceptional accuracy with all manner of projectiles and ranged weaponry. This level of calculation seems almost instinctive to Seven, and he does almost without thinking, though the fact that he can't even resist the calculations that stream into his head often leaves him with incredible headaches he's learned to endure.
{Hatred/Fear of Pens and Pencils}
His bitter hatred of pens, pencils, and other sharp writing tools often leads him into a fearful rage that seems to over-ride any current protocol in his head, instead he acts barbarically and disregards all logic for the sake of destroying the 'threat' of the pen or pencil. Seems to also affect just about anything that looks similar to pencils and the like, such as pacers and even stylus' for touch screens.
Often he'll attempt to use other objects to crush the poor defenceless writing objects, and when that doesn't work, he finds some way to break them in his fit of rage and pure hatred and fear.
While he can't control it, others might be able to exploit this and direct this fear to their enemies, effectively using him for a variety of strange purposes; from surprising poor unsuspecting victims caught in the tempest or even distracting and diverting the uniquely odd Seven from approaching.
{Analyst}
The numbers in his head allow him to analyse and quickly assess a situation and the best route for Seven to take in an instant, and is closely tied to his Advanced Calculation. It focuses heavily on studying threats and how best to avoid them, allowing his body to move a lot faster and giving him an incredible reaction time, sometimes even being able to react before an attack enters it's lethal half of initiation.
As a result of this skill, analysis and reacting to weapons allows him to somewhat evade most attacks aimed at him, though he first needs to see the weapon in action, and is quite vulnerable to mistakes with unfamiliar weapons, including magic.
Weapons: Currently none. Efficient with rifles, snipers, and light melee armaments.
History:
Seven is a mystery to himself, having woke up suddenly in a purely white room and needle marks in his arm and neck. The minute he took a step off the chair that the young man had woken on, he felt the numbers pouring in in an agonising, infinite stream of equations and theoretical mathematics, and his knowledge of English mostly robbed of him, save for numbers. Finding others that shared the same hallways as he, Seven tried his best to communicate with them desperately, asking questions and never getting more than a strange looks and some pity filled smile.
After only a week, the psychologists that worked on him began noticing that he was slowly going insane, their hypothesis that their treatment had negative effects on the sanity of the subjects, and that the research should be revised until it wouldn't affect further test subjects. Seven was labelled a 'failure' by the institute he was imprisoned in, and was set to be tossed aside, but was instead used in another experiment; the construction of a gateway that could potentially allow travel between worlds.
However, as soon as the machine was activate, with the fidgety, now partially insane Seven at the ready, the whole world seemed to disintegrate due to the amount of power the vortex held, sucking Seven in with it.
Somehow, he managed to survive the cataclysmic event, though the numbers were even more wilder in this strange new world he'd somehow managed to land on; the ever-lasting headache growing equally more unbearable.
Lost and alone, he mutters incomprehensibly as Seven wanders what seems to be a whole new world filled with new dangers, possibly more threatening than pens and pencils, even.
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Aliases: None
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: 2nd of Daelrus, 564ED-1
Place of Birth: The Maraldian Royal Institute of Weapons Development and Scientific Experimentation.
Physical Appearance:
Seven takes on the form of a young human boy with strange silver eyes, long black hair and a narrow, sharp face. His lips are perpetually forced to a frown that rarely lifts, and his slim build reveals an obvious physical frailness and makes him look both malnourished and sickly. Those strange silver eyes of his never seem to focus properly, and his lips are almost always shooting a torrent of numbers out in an almost insane chatter that only leaves room for the occasional moments silence when he finds he must catch his breath.
His clothing strictly comprises a long white lab-coat, and some long white pants that are neither too taut nor loose on his rather small frame. He hardly stands taller than most his age, finding himself often looking up a slight at most humans around him, which might normally make him seem a little innocent, save for that mad glare and constant barrage of seemingly random numbers that spill forth constantly from his mouth.
Personality and Quirks:
It's no surprise that Seven would be considered insane; his eyes carry a dull gleam and he seems to have problems with almost everyone he meets. The fact is, he has been driven to at least partial insanity out of loneliness, having no way to communicate or understand the people around him, who seem to speak a strange, alien blur of noises and grunts, clicks and pauses. The only thing of these languages he understands is when people mention numbers; his own language is actually something of a simple conversion, where 'A' = 1 to him when he attempts to engage in conversation. This partial insanity has left it's scars on a once sweet and kind young boy, who now critically analyses and scans everything with those strange silver eyes that looked like they might have once held color, and hope.
One thing to watch out for is his particular and rather random hatred of pens and pencils, often breaking and snapping them, and replacing them with a brush, or chalk, or charcoal for some odd reason. Even Seven can't explain it himself; he just really hates pens and pencils, though it might be all sharp things that remind him of the needles he had to suffer through for 3 weeks back in his own world.
Special Abilities:
{Advanced Calculation}
Seven, as a result of the experiments that were conducted on him, has lost the ability to speak English, in place now only the numbers that constantly barrage his psyche spill forth as his only means of communication. His amazing talent with calculus and incredibly complex equations allows him exceptional accuracy with all manner of projectiles and ranged weaponry. This level of calculation seems almost instinctive to Seven, and he does almost without thinking, though the fact that he can't even resist the calculations that stream into his head often leaves him with incredible headaches he's learned to endure.
{Hatred/Fear of Pens and Pencils}
His bitter hatred of pens, pencils, and other sharp writing tools often leads him into a fearful rage that seems to over-ride any current protocol in his head, instead he acts barbarically and disregards all logic for the sake of destroying the 'threat' of the pen or pencil. Seems to also affect just about anything that looks similar to pencils and the like, such as pacers and even stylus' for touch screens.
Often he'll attempt to use other objects to crush the poor defenceless writing objects, and when that doesn't work, he finds some way to break them in his fit of rage and pure hatred and fear.
While he can't control it, others might be able to exploit this and direct this fear to their enemies, effectively using him for a variety of strange purposes; from surprising poor unsuspecting victims caught in the tempest or even distracting and diverting the uniquely odd Seven from approaching.
{Analyst}
The numbers in his head allow him to analyse and quickly assess a situation and the best route for Seven to take in an instant, and is closely tied to his Advanced Calculation. It focuses heavily on studying threats and how best to avoid them, allowing his body to move a lot faster and giving him an incredible reaction time, sometimes even being able to react before an attack enters it's lethal half of initiation.
As a result of this skill, analysis and reacting to weapons allows him to somewhat evade most attacks aimed at him, though he first needs to see the weapon in action, and is quite vulnerable to mistakes with unfamiliar weapons, including magic.
Weapons: Currently none. Efficient with rifles, snipers, and light melee armaments.
History:
Seven is a mystery to himself, having woke up suddenly in a purely white room and needle marks in his arm and neck. The minute he took a step off the chair that the young man had woken on, he felt the numbers pouring in in an agonising, infinite stream of equations and theoretical mathematics, and his knowledge of English mostly robbed of him, save for numbers. Finding others that shared the same hallways as he, Seven tried his best to communicate with them desperately, asking questions and never getting more than a strange looks and some pity filled smile.
After only a week, the psychologists that worked on him began noticing that he was slowly going insane, their hypothesis that their treatment had negative effects on the sanity of the subjects, and that the research should be revised until it wouldn't affect further test subjects. Seven was labelled a 'failure' by the institute he was imprisoned in, and was set to be tossed aside, but was instead used in another experiment; the construction of a gateway that could potentially allow travel between worlds.
However, as soon as the machine was activate, with the fidgety, now partially insane Seven at the ready, the whole world seemed to disintegrate due to the amount of power the vortex held, sucking Seven in with it.
Somehow, he managed to survive the cataclysmic event, though the numbers were even more wilder in this strange new world he'd somehow managed to land on; the ever-lasting headache growing equally more unbearable.
Lost and alone, he mutters incomprehensibly as Seven wanders what seems to be a whole new world filled with new dangers, possibly more threatening than pens and pencils, even.
Theme: k007.kiwi6.com/hotlink/fhmy72qw6u/Numbers_-_Seven_s_Theme
