Gog
Member
Name: Prince.
Nicknames/Titles/Alliases: Jack,
Gender: Asexual
Race: Virus
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Age: 29
Nationality: Haven Immigrant.
Current Residence:
APPEARANCE:
Height: 177 cm| 5,10 ft
Weight: 60 kg | 132 lbs
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Appearance: Blond haired and faired skin. His general body is rather well built, but it’s nothing really impressive, or eye catching. He generally dresses up in shabby and cheap looking armour, with a false synthetic cloth, coloured red, and on the clothe a symbol of a golden lion. It’s undeniable that the armour is not iron, likely tin, or most likely plastic. Whenever or not the quality of his armor is unintentional or not is unknown. Prince has no real appearance, gender, or body it entirely depends on the body in which he takes.
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PERSONALITY AND HISTORY:
Personality: Normally he's rather polite, however he is perpetually distant, he’ll treat you kindly but there’s always this element that he’s using you. He is utterly ruthless with his goals, and towards those who oppose them, by any means necessary he will complete his goals. Remarkably clever and intelligent he still, interestingly suffers from an ability to perform any form of numerical work, and visual arts, but he still retains a joy for visual arts on a whole. He’s rather bizarre in how he acts, and seemingly has no social tact beyond the very basics. He believes that you must always strive towards the future, and not dwell in the past for you will only stagnate in doing so. He has a slight aversion to the dark itself, due to past experiences and it calms him greatly whenever a lamp is on besides him.
History
There was a point in Prince’s life that he only remembers faint snippets of, but those distant recollections are clouded, and hazy telling him nothing much. But, what he first remembers is that he awoke, in the dead dust, the dead sky, his shrivelled eyes took in the lifeless clouds consuming the sky. He knew that his eyes were shrivelled, the very feeling was vivid.
He would then find himself, miles away. His gait was unsteady. It was obvious. This body was long dead. How long had it, and he been there? The shrivelled legs which supported him felt as if they would break if he exerted himself too much. He passed by lifeless buildings, rotting from the weight of time upon them.
There were signs of conflict from long ago, he passed by it noting it, and ignoring it. Why would he spare some thoughts to the skeleton which clutched desperately at the smaller one in it’s grasp? He was living he knew that, it was, he just, he just knew that. He couldn’t spare a thought to what had come before.
Slowly, the hungry clouds in the sky, the land scorched of any life began to fade away behind him, left behind. He hadn’t the faintest recollection of how quickly that walk took. But later on he would estimate it to be a few months. He left behind No Man’s Land, the shame of the world, and his birthplace. And passed the border, entering Haven.
Next, he remembered a screaming creature, a human as he would later find out and he made it his own. Wandering through a field of towering stone, on paved pathways, surrounded by a rush of humans, eventually he was picked up by some men, and not resisting placed within one of the stone mountains. These would later be discovered to be known as buildings, roads, and pathways. Hours passed, and two creatures picked him up. His “parents.”
It was a blur. But, after he remembers a forest, it was of oak. This was a library, as he would later find out and his “parents” took him to what was known as the children’s section. Selecting from the tree he removed a book. Not understanding the words itself he put together what it meant through the words. He read another, and another, and another. He knew all the pictures by heart at the end. Eventually he borrowed some, and read it when he should be asleep.
He then found himself in a place. School. They pried his books from him, and to his dismay he never could find them until the end of the day. No matter how hard he tried. He spent most of the time trying to make, and understand certain sounds. This was language, and eventually he mastered it. He worked on mathematical works next, and was incapable of even basic subtraction.
Eventually, he tried to kiss the frog to see if it would turn into a prince. The effort was for nought. He would often try to see if the dolls noses would extend, for nought. Distrought at the idea that the books were wrong, he eventually narrowed down the fact that all of those required “magic.” This set an interest into the art.
One day. In the dark of the night, his parents, the ones who took care of him died. Their throats cut. They were murdered. Perhaps the murderer was still inside the house itself? A deep pressure took hold in his stomach, this was fear. He found himself racing through the streets of the city, his black eyes oozed blood where tears would be. He never went back to the city.
After a while the scenery changed, he found other villages, other cities always staying far away from them. He was kept in a prison of fear, with the only prisoner himself. The shadows in the night took on forms of twisting serpents, the edges of his vision held monsters.
This reached it’s climax one day, and he tried to become magical. Eventually he made a minor break through, and overjoyed the serpents in the shadows seemed to be kept at bay, the edges of his vision held no more monsters, but perhaps they were still there.
The scenery had changed more. Eventually, confident enough he approached the next city finding a fair haired man with fairer skin, and made him his own. Prince realized that to lead a happy experience one must rise above fear, and the only way to do it was to be at the top of the world.
MENTAL- AND MAGICAL STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
MENTAL
Mental Strengths: Utterly ruthless, great with language, and persistent.
Greater Mental Strengths: Clever, intelligent.
Mental Weaknesses: Bizarre, socially inept.
Greater Mental Weaknesses: Doesn’t really know how to connect with people on a whole, has a slight fear of the dark, and is generally naive of the world.
MAGICAL
Strengths due to Magic: Possesses a powerful body which enables him to achieve inhuman feats.
Greater Strengths due to Magic: Has near complete master over shadows.
Weaknesses due to Magic: Isn’t really equipped to fight outside of a group, or in close ranged combat.
Greater Weaknesses due to Magic: Is nearly helpless against Light Magic.
MAGICAL ABILITIES AND INHERITED MAGIC:
Magical Abilities:
Shadows within: Using his shadows and strange biology, he is capable of regenerating heavy external and internal injuries of other beings. There is a cost as it is quite painful.
Potency - C
Scale of Mana Required - C
Processing Power of Magic - C
The Cold Truth: Using the power of shadows, Prince has the capability of granting someone with a virus, depending on the strength, how many of them there are, and the capability of spreading will change how strong it is, how much mana is required, and how long it’ll take. The effect, however weakens the further away he is from the one affected.
Potency - Varies
Scale of Mana Required - Varies
Processing Power of Magic - Varies
Inherited Magic:
Lonely me: Using his blood he can affect other people and take them over. However it takes awhile to take effect, and it is often difficult to pull off.
Potency - B
Scale of Mana Required - C
Processing Power of Magic - D
Me, I and myself: Using his biology, he replicates himself.
Potency - A
Scale of Mana Required - C
Processing Power of Magic - D
The lack of light: He essentially mutates the body of his host so it’s stronger, faster, and more durable. An absolute last resort as it takes time to transform.
Potency - C
Scale of Mana Required - D
Processing Power of Magic - D
Nicknames/Titles/Alliases: Jack,
Gender: Asexual
Race: Virus
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Age: 29
Nationality: Haven Immigrant.
Current Residence:
APPEARANCE:
Height: 177 cm| 5,10 ft
Weight: 60 kg | 132 lbs
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Appearance: Blond haired and faired skin. His general body is rather well built, but it’s nothing really impressive, or eye catching. He generally dresses up in shabby and cheap looking armour, with a false synthetic cloth, coloured red, and on the clothe a symbol of a golden lion. It’s undeniable that the armour is not iron, likely tin, or most likely plastic. Whenever or not the quality of his armor is unintentional or not is unknown. Prince has no real appearance, gender, or body it entirely depends on the body in which he takes.
Picture Reference / Faceclaim:
PERSONALITY AND HISTORY:
Personality: Normally he's rather polite, however he is perpetually distant, he’ll treat you kindly but there’s always this element that he’s using you. He is utterly ruthless with his goals, and towards those who oppose them, by any means necessary he will complete his goals. Remarkably clever and intelligent he still, interestingly suffers from an ability to perform any form of numerical work, and visual arts, but he still retains a joy for visual arts on a whole. He’s rather bizarre in how he acts, and seemingly has no social tact beyond the very basics. He believes that you must always strive towards the future, and not dwell in the past for you will only stagnate in doing so. He has a slight aversion to the dark itself, due to past experiences and it calms him greatly whenever a lamp is on besides him.
History
There was a point in Prince’s life that he only remembers faint snippets of, but those distant recollections are clouded, and hazy telling him nothing much. But, what he first remembers is that he awoke, in the dead dust, the dead sky, his shrivelled eyes took in the lifeless clouds consuming the sky. He knew that his eyes were shrivelled, the very feeling was vivid.
He would then find himself, miles away. His gait was unsteady. It was obvious. This body was long dead. How long had it, and he been there? The shrivelled legs which supported him felt as if they would break if he exerted himself too much. He passed by lifeless buildings, rotting from the weight of time upon them.
There were signs of conflict from long ago, he passed by it noting it, and ignoring it. Why would he spare some thoughts to the skeleton which clutched desperately at the smaller one in it’s grasp? He was living he knew that, it was, he just, he just knew that. He couldn’t spare a thought to what had come before.
Slowly, the hungry clouds in the sky, the land scorched of any life began to fade away behind him, left behind. He hadn’t the faintest recollection of how quickly that walk took. But later on he would estimate it to be a few months. He left behind No Man’s Land, the shame of the world, and his birthplace. And passed the border, entering Haven.
Next, he remembered a screaming creature, a human as he would later find out and he made it his own. Wandering through a field of towering stone, on paved pathways, surrounded by a rush of humans, eventually he was picked up by some men, and not resisting placed within one of the stone mountains. These would later be discovered to be known as buildings, roads, and pathways. Hours passed, and two creatures picked him up. His “parents.”
It was a blur. But, after he remembers a forest, it was of oak. This was a library, as he would later find out and his “parents” took him to what was known as the children’s section. Selecting from the tree he removed a book. Not understanding the words itself he put together what it meant through the words. He read another, and another, and another. He knew all the pictures by heart at the end. Eventually he borrowed some, and read it when he should be asleep.
He then found himself in a place. School. They pried his books from him, and to his dismay he never could find them until the end of the day. No matter how hard he tried. He spent most of the time trying to make, and understand certain sounds. This was language, and eventually he mastered it. He worked on mathematical works next, and was incapable of even basic subtraction.
Eventually, he tried to kiss the frog to see if it would turn into a prince. The effort was for nought. He would often try to see if the dolls noses would extend, for nought. Distrought at the idea that the books were wrong, he eventually narrowed down the fact that all of those required “magic.” This set an interest into the art.
One day. In the dark of the night, his parents, the ones who took care of him died. Their throats cut. They were murdered. Perhaps the murderer was still inside the house itself? A deep pressure took hold in his stomach, this was fear. He found himself racing through the streets of the city, his black eyes oozed blood where tears would be. He never went back to the city.
After a while the scenery changed, he found other villages, other cities always staying far away from them. He was kept in a prison of fear, with the only prisoner himself. The shadows in the night took on forms of twisting serpents, the edges of his vision held monsters.
This reached it’s climax one day, and he tried to become magical. Eventually he made a minor break through, and overjoyed the serpents in the shadows seemed to be kept at bay, the edges of his vision held no more monsters, but perhaps they were still there.
The scenery had changed more. Eventually, confident enough he approached the next city finding a fair haired man with fairer skin, and made him his own. Prince realized that to lead a happy experience one must rise above fear, and the only way to do it was to be at the top of the world.
MENTAL- AND MAGICAL STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
MENTAL
Mental Strengths: Utterly ruthless, great with language, and persistent.
Greater Mental Strengths: Clever, intelligent.
Mental Weaknesses: Bizarre, socially inept.
Greater Mental Weaknesses: Doesn’t really know how to connect with people on a whole, has a slight fear of the dark, and is generally naive of the world.
MAGICAL
Strengths due to Magic: Possesses a powerful body which enables him to achieve inhuman feats.
Greater Strengths due to Magic: Has near complete master over shadows.
Weaknesses due to Magic: Isn’t really equipped to fight outside of a group, or in close ranged combat.
Greater Weaknesses due to Magic: Is nearly helpless against Light Magic.
MAGICAL ABILITIES AND INHERITED MAGIC:
Magical Abilities:
Shadows within: Using his shadows and strange biology, he is capable of regenerating heavy external and internal injuries of other beings. There is a cost as it is quite painful.
Potency - C
Scale of Mana Required - C
Processing Power of Magic - C
The Cold Truth: Using the power of shadows, Prince has the capability of granting someone with a virus, depending on the strength, how many of them there are, and the capability of spreading will change how strong it is, how much mana is required, and how long it’ll take. The effect, however weakens the further away he is from the one affected.
Potency - Varies
Scale of Mana Required - Varies
Processing Power of Magic - Varies
Inherited Magic:
Lonely me: Using his blood he can affect other people and take them over. However it takes awhile to take effect, and it is often difficult to pull off.
Potency - B
Scale of Mana Required - C
Processing Power of Magic - D
Me, I and myself: Using his biology, he replicates himself.
Potency - A
Scale of Mana Required - C
Processing Power of Magic - D
The lack of light: He essentially mutates the body of his host so it’s stronger, faster, and more durable. An absolute last resort as it takes time to transform.
Potency - C
Scale of Mana Required - D
Processing Power of Magic - D