Name: Zhe-Typer
Age: 333 iterations
Gender: N/A He/Him They/Them Xhe/Xhev
Species: Lesser Demonic entity from an alternative hell ring.
Brief Looks:
Slender, with a dark blue body, four yellow eyes and long black hair. He wears a thick, long coat that covers most of his body. From under it, on his backside peeks a long tail with black, fluffy hair at the end and all over its underside. His whole body has a very short, very soft fur texture, and his mouth hides rows of sharp fangs. His ears are long-ish, and give most of his emotions away when his eyes don't. In contrast with the rest of his body, his cat-like nose is pink, and so is the inside of his ears.
He's 5'4 feet tall. (162~ cm)
A long, single horn protrudes from his forehead, this can be grabbed and taken out on ocassion. (See abilites)
Brief personality:
Sort of quiet at first, but then he warms up to someone and becomes flirty, generous and protective. Even if at the end what matters most is his own survival.
Brief Bio:
Once upon a time, two demons got suck in a frozen office building on one of hell's furthest rings. No power, no way out, and it was filled with dangerous critters that spawned in the basement. Typer and his co-worker hadn't done much but filing taxes and capital punishment permissions for decades, but they had to learn how to defend themselves and thrive in a hostile environment. They both got really close, and had each other's backs every single day.
On the first day of an iteration of the rings, a portal opened, and after hesitating... Typer jumped through, leaving behind his close partner for the sake of survival. Now he must go on, while guilt eats at his core.
Abilities:
He can grab his horn and pull on it to produce a weapon of sorts. Usually blades, like swords or daggers. But when required it may also be a bow and arrows. For him to bring a weapon out of his head, he must know the layout of it at heart. Or be looking at them directly. In which case he could only do it while he's reading the schematics.
- Swift of movement and light on his feet, agile and resistant, but brute force evades him.
- Surprisingly adept at popular dances, for the fun of it.
- If taught, he could learn magic. Right now he can only summon weapons from his horn.
- Experienced writer, carries a diary with him, which he writes in every night.
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*His coat is thick enough to provide a good amount of protection against wild animals, the cold, and basic attacks like bites or punches.
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Guild Member Dossier
Name: Zhe-Typer
Race: Lesser Demonic Iteration from an alternative hell ring.
Age: 532 Iterations
Pronouns: They/Them Xe/Xemre
Homeland: The coldest ring in hell.
Profession: (Past) Typist. (Present) Wordsmith.
Role: Artisan
Specialization: The written word.
Guild Rank: Prospect.
Appearance: (See pictures further up)
Slender build. Their body is dark blue and covered in short fur that protects them from water and cold. It'll change with the environment, shedding in hot climates or becoming thicker in cold climates. Rabbit or cat-like for texture comparison. They have four yellow eyes and long black hair they keep contained in two long braids.
Zhe- wears a thick, long coat that covers most of their body. From under it, from their backside peeks a long tail with black, fluffy fur at the end and all over its underside. Their mouth hides two rows of sharp fangs. Their ears are long-ish, and give most of their emotions away when their eyes don't. In contrast with the rest of their body, their cat-like nose is pink, and so is the inside of their ears.
A long, single horn protrudes from their forehead, it can be grabbed and pulled out.
Height: 162cm
Weight: Average for their build.
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Black
Distinctive Features:
A circular brand with an intricate design on their belly, it was burned on and their fur doesn't grow over the scarred skin.
A scar in the shape of a cross over their heart.
Armor/Clothing Style:
Light armour, leather or other materials. Over that, different items of clothing in a very technical and pragmatic style. Lots of pockets, everything has a use. Over all of it, a very thick fur coat.
Primary Weapon: Their horn can turn into a variety of weapons. The main one is a double headed spear.
Secondary Weapon/Tools: Two karambit knives dipped in their own saliva.
Special Artifacts: An elaborate fountain pen with a case. It can write forever in normal ink, water resistant. It can be dipped in different types of ink to use spells or curses.
Mounts/Pets: None yet.
Skills:
Spear fighting and close quarters combat.
Written spell and curse casting.
They are a writer. They've been a record-keeper, typist, letterer, translator, copywriter, courier and similar. They can copy anyone's handwriting.
They can make food out of practically anything and anyONE, and they're pretty good at it.
Personality Traits:
Initially quiet, but quick to grow warm and friendly, often to their own detriment. It has gotten them in trouble before and it likely will again. Their heart, however, is bound by a promise and a curse they intend to keep. They express themself better in writing than they do verbally, and can be demanding or impertinent because they lack a filter.
They take their job very seriously and never mix it with their personal life. They also... Really aren't in it to be a charity. No pay, no job. But sometimes the reward doesn't have to be money. There's more to life than gold, isn't there?...
They aren't a huge fan of actual fighting for their life. They enjoy it as a sport, or as foreplay though. So when they are in a serious situation, they will be as lethal as possible, maiming and/or killing. As fast as they can.
Backstory:
Once upon a time, two demons got stuck in a frozen office building in one of hell's furthest rings. No power, no way out, and it was filled with dangerous critters that spawned in the basement. Zhe-typer and Co-worker hadn't done much but filing taxes and capital punishment permissions for decades, but they had to learn how to defend themselves and thrive in a hostile environment. They both got really close, and had each other's backs every single day.
On the first day of an iteration of the rings, a portal opened, and after hesitating... Zhe- jumped through, leaving behind their closest companion for the sake of survival. Now... They must go on, while guilt eats at their core.
For the next couple of hundred iterations, Zhe- worked around the Nexus. Odd jobs, leaning useful skills and forming... Spontaneous attachments to people who often went off to missions they never returned from. They learned about themselves, that their true calling was to be a Wordsmith and that they had an affinity for magic. Zhe- worked as a freelancer on and off, but it got old fast. Even the fiery fights for the best contracts in the market got repetitive. And the nightmarish dreams didn't ever stop, since they left Co-worker behind. So... Why not join this guild? Gaining a few allies and asking them for help or guilt tripping them into rescuing Co-worker didn't sound so bad. If he was still alive, of course.
Goals: Make friends, eventually get them to help them rescue an important figure from their past. Become a figure with weight within the guild.
Allies: Co-worker?. None yet within the guild.
Enemies: Also Co-worker, possibly. None yet within the guild. They threw a woman off a bridge once to get a contract, she survived.
Quirks: Ultimate survivalist. They will come out of whatever trouble they are in, no matter the cost. They purr when they are happy. Their coat is sacred to them and they never leave it behind. When scared their fur gets VERY oily as a defense mechanism. Nobody is allowed to touch the brand on their belly or the scar on their chest. Alcohol doesn't affect their body more than a soda would. You'd have to have them drink acid or something VERY toxic/harmful to get the same effect.
Current Status: N/A
Latest Deeds: N/A
Guild Contributions: N/A
Guildmaster's Notes: None yet.