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Out of Character Information
Name: Takhys
In Character Information
Basics
Character Name: Tethera "Thrice" Uther Doul
Fandom: Nobilis/The Scar Mash-Up
Physical Description: Thrice is a neat, quiet man in his mid-twenties with dark brown/black hair that is already starting to show bits of 'salt and pepper' at the temples. He would be 6'2" if he stood up straight, but he tends to slouch a bit.
He doesn't go to a gym, but he loves to cycle, swim, run, and has recently taken up yoga. He is very much aware of his own body and moves confidently, if not always paying attention to the exterior world.
His most attractive feature is his voice; which in canon is constantly described as beautiful, soft, inhuman, and so on. Currently, Thrice's own voice isn't at this level, but eventually as he becomes less and less human, it will take on that ridiculously lovely tone.
Sexuality: Thrice doesn't really think about sex all that much. He understands the theoretical aspects of it and why people want to have it and why he'd like to have sex, but usually the world is too loud for him to concentrate and get it up. Despite that, he's a generous lover and his mouth and hands work just fine.
He's only ever had intimate contact with one woman, Petra, and despite her protests to the contrary, he still feels that his inability to have sex like most men would isn't entirely fair to her.
History: Uther "Thrice" Doul is the third of four children born, raised, and schooled in upstate New York. Always a little bit of an odd, quiet child, Thrice's parents began to have their troubles with him at the age of ten after he 'ran away from home' and spent the night in a tent in the backyard. From that time on, he was uncomfortable around all people, complained about constant noise, and reacted to things that other people could not see. Concerned, his parents brought him to a series of specialists, who diagnosed him as having a sensory processing disorder.
In high-school he became a math tutor, then fast friend, and finally entered into a relationship with a young lady named Petra del Rey. After high school, they remained together and both attended Vassar College in upstate New York as an art major (Petra) and a computer science major (Thrice). As a good friend and a competent but very secretive witch (the word was never mentioned between them), Petra inadvertently found a way around their 'intimacy issues' by developing a tonic designed to give him focus and cut down on the nigh-reality background noise. (Look how cute they are.)
Powers: Probability Manipulation: Thrice has a greater than human ability to visualize and utilize probabilities. If he is able to control this, there are a great many ways that it could be useful; but as it stands, it's more of a nuisance than anything else. He is able to function and do his job well, but comes across as 'odd'. His lack of control means that under times of great stress he will affect the world around him so that objects will be where they might have been placed -- e.g. a glass of water will be found on a table where he might have put it, but didn't actually.
World History: Nobilis, Doul, and You
Nobilis is a highly customizable roleplaying system. In this system, there are great, weird and unknowable creatures ("Imperators") that break off bits of their essential selves and stuff those shards into people, things, animals, or whatever else happens to strike their fancy ("Nobles"). In doing so, they grant the Noble with an Estate, or the aspect of reality they represent. If you're familiar with Neil Gaiman's Sandman series and the concept of the Endless, then you're on the right track.
When creating a character with the Nobilis system, there are a few sets of dots that need to be considered, but in general, the game is more about concepts and negotiation than math and dice.
What does this mean for Thrice? Thrice's Imperator is one of the Wild and as such, is even more unknowably weird than most. To that end, his Imperator, the Scar, has never revealed himself or given Thrice any information about what it means to be a Noble.
Character Sheet
The following table represents what Thrice could do if he knew how to work his mojo; however, he is pretty much clueless and if and when he can access his abilities, it would only be in times of great stress (e.g. grandma trapped under a car).
Imperator:The Scar
Estate:Probability (Opportunity & Random)
Aspect: things that human beings can do, any action that can be done without magic is Aspect.Without a probability engine: Aspect 3 :: improbable feats - physically possible things that would be inconceivable for most humans to try.
With a working probability engine: Aspect 8 :: impossible for anyone - impossible feats, but not as limited by area; stuff that guys in Kung Fu movies and Anime can do.
Domain: how much control he has over his Estate; this is the "magic" part of it and represents how much the idea of Probability responds to and favours him.Domain 2 :: Lesser Divination allows a Noble to learn basic information about his Estate. (Straight up divination, such as "Is there any possibility for this to work?" or "If BB walks down this hallway, what is he likely to find at the end of it?")
Spirit: how much spiritual/mystical oomf the Imperator put in a Noble.Spirit 3 :: Sunfires have indomitable wills and are even capable of arguing with their own Imperators from time to time. They have a substantial portion of their Imperator's soul-shard imbedded within them.
Gifts:Immutable: Character ages very slowly and can survive indefinitely without food, water, sleep, or air.
Durant: Character is very tough to kill.
Limits:Focus :: Probability Engine - attribute levels, Gifts, or Miracle Points can be bought through a Focus, some object which can be taken away and thus deprive the character of the powers invested in it. Lost or stolen Foci usually return to their owners . . . eventually.
Talents/Abilities:: Technodork: While I must rely on extensive googling, wiki-research, and technobable, Thrice is pretty darn spectacular on the computer. He's a fair programmer, able to much around with servers, and do whatever nerdery is necessary.
Tri-Athlete: He's never actually participated in a triathalon, but Thrice loves to run, swim, and bike. For him, it's less about health or endurance as it's about doing something where he can tune out the world at large.
Personality: Outwardly, Thrice is a nice, polite, if rather distant young man. The general consensus among those who've met him is that he's a mystery, but a throughly harmless one that produces great scientific results, so why worry? While it is true that he's brilliant and occasionally has trouble relating to people, Thrice often plays up an air of pleasant bemusement either for his own entertainment or because it will actively get him something he wants. e.g. not having to go to some tedious conference and mingle.
Thrice is easy to get along with, often invited out to pub nights and the like, but he does not easily form deep and lasting friendships. Joking, many of the people in the lab refer to him as the Anti-Sheldon because they both share many characteristics -- intelligence, missing social cues, etc. -- Thrice is gentle and well mannered. In return, Thrice rarely pays any attention to what other people think about him, but he will admit to himself that he's deeply discomforted when his lab partners joke about him being a a spaceman or otherwise in-human. That said, jokes about him fighting the Spiders from Mars are perfectly acceptable because Bowie.
On days when the world is too loud for him to function easily, he appears to suffer from sensory defensiveness, acting closed off, unemotional, and distant. I do not have the practical knowledge to correctly portray mental illness, but on Very Bad Days Thrice often presents himself in a way that aligns with some of the following disturbances. Conversely, on Good Days, when it's easier for him to concentrate, Thrice's ability to focus can be quite frightening.
Thrice is aware that his 'condition' makes it difficult for him to relate to anyone and devotes a great deal of energy and effort to adjusting and finding coping mechanisms. In this regard, the most important object in Thrice's life is a small, electronic keychain that when pressed picks a number between 1 and 9999 and displays it through a raised braille interface. He built it himself and it is always in his pocket. For him, it acts as a way to focus, calm down, and centre himself. To use a DC metaphor, while there are some definite similarities, it's more of a security blanket and less like Two-Face's coin.
Thrice's lifestyle borders on asceticism. He fills his days with working, reading, training for his never-coming triathlon, meditation, and planning to take over the world of Azeroth. His apartment is plain, with many filled bookshelves, blackout curtains, noise-cancelling headphones and his betta fish - Buckminsterfullerene.
Object: A dufflebag containing his blackout curtains, noise-cancelling headphones, and various bits of other adaptive equipment.
First-Person:
I spoke to Petra again today and she says that she misses me and I was struck with how strongly, how suddenly, how sharply I could feel her absence in my life. A void that needs filling and for her, to be near her again, although she shouldn't have to wait, she need not wait for me, and in that moment of void, I was inspired and and had to write and write and write because I think I can do it. I can form a stable tesseract bridge.
Third-Person:
Oblivious to anyone passing by the mouth of the alleyway, Thrice was completely absorbed in tinkering with some sort of mechanical device that clearly failed to be working the way it should. He's already ascertained that his current priority problem is that when he slipped sideways, or whatever this travelling method could be called, a key component to the machine was left behind in Vasser's lab. When he first arrived, there was a worried moment when Thrice quickly checked himself over to see if all his organs were whole hale, and hearty, but without any pain, he has to assume that every squishy bit is there an accounted for.
He's been standing in the alley long enough to cover a whole wall in neat, chalk diagrams and math equations and once his both his main and spare piece of chalk have been worn down to nubs and he still is without a workable, MacGyverable solution, Thrice pauses to collect and organize his thoughts.
After pressing his number generator a few times and receiving the following answers: 850, 945, 766, and 831 simultaneously as 832, Thrice took out the strange phone from his jacket pocket, skimmed through the Network, and then made his first call.
"Hello," he said, his voice wavering a little. "I'm not really sure what I do now?"
Third-Person #2:
The first time he'd tried a working version of Petra's 'clarity tea', as they continued to euphemistically call it, Thrice was too shocked to do almost anything other than lay back on their bed, stretch, and listen to the resounding lack of noise. When Petra quizzed him on the effects, he described the feeling as being drunk on the lack of stimulus. Thrice also said that he felt unlike himself, but in a good way, a way that wasn't normal to him, but that maybe, he could be 'normal' for her. It was that thought and a bit of rather close lazing about on the couch that lead to the discovery of the secondary function for the tonic.
Despite his inexperience, while field testing this function of the tonic, Thrice was neither shy nor overly cautious; rather, he was deliberate and more than willing to apply his short-term focus to Petra's immediate benefit. Petra found that euphemism entertaining enough to write it down on a small notepad kept on the nightstand for 'scientific observation purposes', as she calls it, and 'vaguely filthy doodles,' as Thrice rightly calls it.
They've been together for years and that time has given Thrice a familiarity with Petra's body. He knows the way her stomach flutters when he presses kisses low against her belly, and he's used to filtering out all whirring, humming, rattling, hissing background noise just so he can hear her sounds. What he's never known before is this sense of urgency, the desire to actively, willingly give himself over to the senses that usually betray him.
The intensity frightens him and that only serves to make him want it more.
Name: Takhys
In Character Information
Basics
Character Name: Tethera "Thrice" Uther Doul
Fandom: Nobilis/The Scar Mash-Up
Physical Description: Thrice is a neat, quiet man in his mid-twenties with dark brown/black hair that is already starting to show bits of 'salt and pepper' at the temples. He would be 6'2" if he stood up straight, but he tends to slouch a bit.
He doesn't go to a gym, but he loves to cycle, swim, run, and has recently taken up yoga. He is very much aware of his own body and moves confidently, if not always paying attention to the exterior world.
His most attractive feature is his voice; which in canon is constantly described as beautiful, soft, inhuman, and so on. Currently, Thrice's own voice isn't at this level, but eventually as he becomes less and less human, it will take on that ridiculously lovely tone.
Sexuality: Thrice doesn't really think about sex all that much. He understands the theoretical aspects of it and why people want to have it and why he'd like to have sex, but usually the world is too loud for him to concentrate and get it up. Despite that, he's a generous lover and his mouth and hands work just fine.
He's only ever had intimate contact with one woman, Petra, and despite her protests to the contrary, he still feels that his inability to have sex like most men would isn't entirely fair to her.
History: Uther "Thrice" Doul is the third of four children born, raised, and schooled in upstate New York. Always a little bit of an odd, quiet child, Thrice's parents began to have their troubles with him at the age of ten after he 'ran away from home' and spent the night in a tent in the backyard. From that time on, he was uncomfortable around all people, complained about constant noise, and reacted to things that other people could not see. Concerned, his parents brought him to a series of specialists, who diagnosed him as having a sensory processing disorder.
In high-school he became a math tutor, then fast friend, and finally entered into a relationship with a young lady named Petra del Rey. After high school, they remained together and both attended Vassar College in upstate New York as an art major (Petra) and a computer science major (Thrice). As a good friend and a competent but very secretive witch (the word was never mentioned between them), Petra inadvertently found a way around their 'intimacy issues' by developing a tonic designed to give him focus and cut down on the nigh-reality background noise. (Look how cute they are.)
Powers: Probability Manipulation: Thrice has a greater than human ability to visualize and utilize probabilities. If he is able to control this, there are a great many ways that it could be useful; but as it stands, it's more of a nuisance than anything else. He is able to function and do his job well, but comes across as 'odd'. His lack of control means that under times of great stress he will affect the world around him so that objects will be where they might have been placed -- e.g. a glass of water will be found on a table where he might have put it, but didn't actually.
World History: Nobilis, Doul, and You
Nobilis is a highly customizable roleplaying system. In this system, there are great, weird and unknowable creatures ("Imperators") that break off bits of their essential selves and stuff those shards into people, things, animals, or whatever else happens to strike their fancy ("Nobles"). In doing so, they grant the Noble with an Estate, or the aspect of reality they represent. If you're familiar with Neil Gaiman's Sandman series and the concept of the Endless, then you're on the right track.
When creating a character with the Nobilis system, there are a few sets of dots that need to be considered, but in general, the game is more about concepts and negotiation than math and dice.
What does this mean for Thrice? Thrice's Imperator is one of the Wild and as such, is even more unknowably weird than most. To that end, his Imperator, the Scar, has never revealed himself or given Thrice any information about what it means to be a Noble.
Character Sheet
The following table represents what Thrice could do if he knew how to work his mojo; however, he is pretty much clueless and if and when he can access his abilities, it would only be in times of great stress (e.g. grandma trapped under a car).
Imperator:The Scar
Estate:Probability (Opportunity & Random)
Aspect: things that human beings can do, any action that can be done without magic is Aspect.Without a probability engine: Aspect 3 :: improbable feats - physically possible things that would be inconceivable for most humans to try.
With a working probability engine: Aspect 8 :: impossible for anyone - impossible feats, but not as limited by area; stuff that guys in Kung Fu movies and Anime can do.
Domain: how much control he has over his Estate; this is the "magic" part of it and represents how much the idea of Probability responds to and favours him.Domain 2 :: Lesser Divination allows a Noble to learn basic information about his Estate. (Straight up divination, such as "Is there any possibility for this to work?" or "If BB walks down this hallway, what is he likely to find at the end of it?")
Spirit: how much spiritual/mystical oomf the Imperator put in a Noble.Spirit 3 :: Sunfires have indomitable wills and are even capable of arguing with their own Imperators from time to time. They have a substantial portion of their Imperator's soul-shard imbedded within them.
Gifts:Immutable: Character ages very slowly and can survive indefinitely without food, water, sleep, or air.
Durant: Character is very tough to kill.
Limits:Focus :: Probability Engine - attribute levels, Gifts, or Miracle Points can be bought through a Focus, some object which can be taken away and thus deprive the character of the powers invested in it. Lost or stolen Foci usually return to their owners . . . eventually.
Talents/Abilities:: Technodork: While I must rely on extensive googling, wiki-research, and technobable, Thrice is pretty darn spectacular on the computer. He's a fair programmer, able to much around with servers, and do whatever nerdery is necessary.
Tri-Athlete: He's never actually participated in a triathalon, but Thrice loves to run, swim, and bike. For him, it's less about health or endurance as it's about doing something where he can tune out the world at large.
Personality: Outwardly, Thrice is a nice, polite, if rather distant young man. The general consensus among those who've met him is that he's a mystery, but a throughly harmless one that produces great scientific results, so why worry? While it is true that he's brilliant and occasionally has trouble relating to people, Thrice often plays up an air of pleasant bemusement either for his own entertainment or because it will actively get him something he wants. e.g. not having to go to some tedious conference and mingle.
Thrice is easy to get along with, often invited out to pub nights and the like, but he does not easily form deep and lasting friendships. Joking, many of the people in the lab refer to him as the Anti-Sheldon because they both share many characteristics -- intelligence, missing social cues, etc. -- Thrice is gentle and well mannered. In return, Thrice rarely pays any attention to what other people think about him, but he will admit to himself that he's deeply discomforted when his lab partners joke about him being a a spaceman or otherwise in-human. That said, jokes about him fighting the Spiders from Mars are perfectly acceptable because Bowie.
On days when the world is too loud for him to function easily, he appears to suffer from sensory defensiveness, acting closed off, unemotional, and distant. I do not have the practical knowledge to correctly portray mental illness, but on Very Bad Days Thrice often presents himself in a way that aligns with some of the following disturbances. Conversely, on Good Days, when it's easier for him to concentrate, Thrice's ability to focus can be quite frightening.
Thrice is aware that his 'condition' makes it difficult for him to relate to anyone and devotes a great deal of energy and effort to adjusting and finding coping mechanisms. In this regard, the most important object in Thrice's life is a small, electronic keychain that when pressed picks a number between 1 and 9999 and displays it through a raised braille interface. He built it himself and it is always in his pocket. For him, it acts as a way to focus, calm down, and centre himself. To use a DC metaphor, while there are some definite similarities, it's more of a security blanket and less like Two-Face's coin.
Thrice's lifestyle borders on asceticism. He fills his days with working, reading, training for his never-coming triathlon, meditation, and planning to take over the world of Azeroth. His apartment is plain, with many filled bookshelves, blackout curtains, noise-cancelling headphones and his betta fish - Buckminsterfullerene.
Object: A dufflebag containing his blackout curtains, noise-cancelling headphones, and various bits of other adaptive equipment.
First-Person:
I spoke to Petra again today and she says that she misses me and I was struck with how strongly, how suddenly, how sharply I could feel her absence in my life. A void that needs filling and for her, to be near her again, although she shouldn't have to wait, she need not wait for me, and in that moment of void, I was inspired and and had to write and write and write because I think I can do it. I can form a stable tesseract bridge.
- If, one accepts that mass curves space-time, then space-time has a definite, changeable, mappable terrain.
- I cannot create the mass needed to fold space in the way I would require to make a traditional tesseract bridge.
- I can create and program a way to map the pathways between super-dense objects and create a more circuitous but still complete route.
Third-Person:
Oblivious to anyone passing by the mouth of the alleyway, Thrice was completely absorbed in tinkering with some sort of mechanical device that clearly failed to be working the way it should. He's already ascertained that his current priority problem is that when he slipped sideways, or whatever this travelling method could be called, a key component to the machine was left behind in Vasser's lab. When he first arrived, there was a worried moment when Thrice quickly checked himself over to see if all his organs were whole hale, and hearty, but without any pain, he has to assume that every squishy bit is there an accounted for.
He's been standing in the alley long enough to cover a whole wall in neat, chalk diagrams and math equations and once his both his main and spare piece of chalk have been worn down to nubs and he still is without a workable, MacGyverable solution, Thrice pauses to collect and organize his thoughts.
After pressing his number generator a few times and receiving the following answers: 850, 945, 766, and 831 simultaneously as 832, Thrice took out the strange phone from his jacket pocket, skimmed through the Network, and then made his first call.
"Hello," he said, his voice wavering a little. "I'm not really sure what I do now?"
Third-Person #2:
The first time he'd tried a working version of Petra's 'clarity tea', as they continued to euphemistically call it, Thrice was too shocked to do almost anything other than lay back on their bed, stretch, and listen to the resounding lack of noise. When Petra quizzed him on the effects, he described the feeling as being drunk on the lack of stimulus. Thrice also said that he felt unlike himself, but in a good way, a way that wasn't normal to him, but that maybe, he could be 'normal' for her. It was that thought and a bit of rather close lazing about on the couch that lead to the discovery of the secondary function for the tonic.
Despite his inexperience, while field testing this function of the tonic, Thrice was neither shy nor overly cautious; rather, he was deliberate and more than willing to apply his short-term focus to Petra's immediate benefit. Petra found that euphemism entertaining enough to write it down on a small notepad kept on the nightstand for 'scientific observation purposes', as she calls it, and 'vaguely filthy doodles,' as Thrice rightly calls it.
They've been together for years and that time has given Thrice a familiarity with Petra's body. He knows the way her stomach flutters when he presses kisses low against her belly, and he's used to filtering out all whirring, humming, rattling, hissing background noise just so he can hear her sounds. What he's never known before is this sense of urgency, the desire to actively, willingly give himself over to the senses that usually betray him.
The intensity frightens him and that only serves to make him want it more.