Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 8, 2013 23:40:13 GMT -5
Name: Kurloz Makara
Title (optional): The Minstrel
Blood Color: Indigo (Hex code 2b0057)
Age: 16 sweeps (36 earth years)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Essentially serves as a bishop to the Subjugglators, as well as where many of them get their humans from.
Appearance:
Personality: Kurloz is a mute with a lot more to say than he lets on. He hasn’t spoken a word in sweeps, but has found other ways to communicate. At a first glance, he seems perfectly cooperative if not intimidating and odd. But internally, he is controlling and selfish, and twice as cunning. He knows what he wants and how to get what he wants, and will not hesitate to do what it takes to get it.
He is nothing if not a zealot. Though he does worship the Messiahs, he does so unconventionally and quietly. No one but he knows his faith to the Angel of Double Death, He Who The Messiahs Fear To Speak Of, and the bringer of the end to all. He raises his humans for three purposes and three purposes only: fighters, for personal and economic use, and as sacrifices.
Weapon/Strifekind: Typically, he avoids getting his hands dirty and prefers to use his psychics or humans, but when necessary he will use macekind.
History: Kurloz, like many indigoes of their caste, been a victim to an absent lusus. However, he suffered his loss later in life than most, around the age of three sweeps. The abandonment left him secretly bitter, and he fell to the use of the most addictive thing known to troll – the Internet. There, he met many friends and allies, and learned from his interactions. He spoke often of his discovered faith.
Following a rather unfortunate end to a Matespritship, he cut off his tongue and sewed his mouth shut, silencing himself permanently in devotion to his gods and guilt. He took a religious oath of silence and learned to mime, giving his sermons only in writing and sign language.
But behind the scenes, his skills at influencing others and intimidating appearance were put to good use in the trading of humans, which he carried with him when he was drafted as a priest. He started selling them as pets, but when fighting humans became more popular he began to spread his business. When his humans started dying, he realized that breeding them was much more economic than just buying a family or two. Sometimes, they would have kids he couldn’t sell, and those ones were either fattened or toughened for whatever purposes he had for them.
Roleplay Sample: Kurloz smiled as the last of his churchgoers left the sanctuary, waiting about five seconds before turning on his heel and unlocking the door farthest to the right. His personal chambers, and also where he kept his humans. There was a branch to the right, which then split into two more branches. These housed the breeding humans and the pets he would sell. The branch to his left mirrored its opposite perfectly, housing the fighters and the offerings. Straight ahead was his respite block, and that is the direction he took.
He sat down, opening his laptop. His fingers worked diligently, typing a message to his Moirail. Some days, he wished that they didn’t live so far apart, but nothing could be done. He took whatever time he could have with his palebro, but inevitably one of them had to go in the end.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Aberrant
Cbox handle: aberrantArbiter
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Roughly for seven years.
Title (optional): The Minstrel
Blood Color: Indigo (Hex code 2b0057)
Age: 16 sweeps (36 earth years)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Essentially serves as a bishop to the Subjugglators, as well as where many of them get their humans from.
Appearance:
Personality: Kurloz is a mute with a lot more to say than he lets on. He hasn’t spoken a word in sweeps, but has found other ways to communicate. At a first glance, he seems perfectly cooperative if not intimidating and odd. But internally, he is controlling and selfish, and twice as cunning. He knows what he wants and how to get what he wants, and will not hesitate to do what it takes to get it.
He is nothing if not a zealot. Though he does worship the Messiahs, he does so unconventionally and quietly. No one but he knows his faith to the Angel of Double Death, He Who The Messiahs Fear To Speak Of, and the bringer of the end to all. He raises his humans for three purposes and three purposes only: fighters, for personal and economic use, and as sacrifices.
Weapon/Strifekind: Typically, he avoids getting his hands dirty and prefers to use his psychics or humans, but when necessary he will use macekind.
History: Kurloz, like many indigoes of their caste, been a victim to an absent lusus. However, he suffered his loss later in life than most, around the age of three sweeps. The abandonment left him secretly bitter, and he fell to the use of the most addictive thing known to troll – the Internet. There, he met many friends and allies, and learned from his interactions. He spoke often of his discovered faith.
Following a rather unfortunate end to a Matespritship, he cut off his tongue and sewed his mouth shut, silencing himself permanently in devotion to his gods and guilt. He took a religious oath of silence and learned to mime, giving his sermons only in writing and sign language.
But behind the scenes, his skills at influencing others and intimidating appearance were put to good use in the trading of humans, which he carried with him when he was drafted as a priest. He started selling them as pets, but when fighting humans became more popular he began to spread his business. When his humans started dying, he realized that breeding them was much more economic than just buying a family or two. Sometimes, they would have kids he couldn’t sell, and those ones were either fattened or toughened for whatever purposes he had for them.
Roleplay Sample: Kurloz smiled as the last of his churchgoers left the sanctuary, waiting about five seconds before turning on his heel and unlocking the door farthest to the right. His personal chambers, and also where he kept his humans. There was a branch to the right, which then split into two more branches. These housed the breeding humans and the pets he would sell. The branch to his left mirrored its opposite perfectly, housing the fighters and the offerings. Straight ahead was his respite block, and that is the direction he took.
He sat down, opening his laptop. His fingers worked diligently, typing a message to his Moirail. Some days, he wished that they didn’t live so far apart, but nothing could be done. He took whatever time he could have with his palebro, but inevitably one of them had to go in the end.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Aberrant
Cbox handle: aberrantArbiter
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Roughly for seven years.
