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Hyperion (blame rui)blastitMarch 20 2010, 20:49:18 UTC
Name: Alison Hyperion (Hyperion)
Age: 23
Universe: This world is a sort of fantasy video game universe, complete with fantasy creatures of every stripe and magic. It's very Final Fantasy, complete with airships, machines, impossible weapons and attacks and girls wearing short skirts.
Instead of a king, the main continent the world is set on is governed by a council of 7 dukes. This continent is surrounded by 7 islands, each ruled by a separate lord. It's a peaceful world, if you ignore the monsters.
Personality: Hyperion is a quiet man, grown from a quiet boy. He's a good listener - he's spent his life listening to others, both alive and dead. Doesn't mean he'll do what you ask, but he'll take it under consideration. He's stand-offish, uninviting of huge physical displays of affection. He also rarely smiles or laughs. It's not that he doesn't have a sense of humour. He's laughing along in his head, honest.
He can be snarky when he wants, and very sarcastic. He has no patience for people who act up or do stupid things - they're likely to find themselves dealing with a grumpy dude. He won't waste energy on you if you continue on that way, and has been more than once called rude after turning around and leaving while another person is in the middle of saying something.
As difficult as it is to imagine him liking anything (he is very apathetic) he does like people for the most part. Kids, ugh. Adults aren't too bad though, so long as they aren't idiots. Still, kid or adult, once you have his trust he'll remain loyal to you forever. Though his is a quiet sort of friendship - he's not about to go around announcing that he likes you. Work it out for yourself, pal.
As far as everything else in his life is concerned, he doesn't so much live as exist.
PB: Shia LaBeouf
Physical description: About 5'6, Alison is easily overlooked at first glance. Not on second glance. He has deeply penetrating green eyes and brown hair, already greying slightly despite his age. It varies in length greatly; he has a habit of letting it grow out in waves around his ears, then chopping it right back again every few weeks. A beard too, which occasionally makes itself visible. He's definitely scruffy looking, his clothes normally baggy, dirty, torn shirts. Beneath his shirt is his armour, that he rarely takes off.
He's lean, yes, but that doesn't mean he isn't strong. The seven foot (it's collapsible!) spear he carries is proof enough of that. Under his shirt, he has rippling muscles developed from his life on the road. He'd rarely show them off though - he's not that kind of guy.
For those who notice these things, his accent is Scottish.
Background: Ali was born the seventh son and ninth child of a town guard and his wife on an insignificant island off the coast of the continent. Ali was their quietest child, born with talents his brothers and sisters could never have dreamed of having. Little Ali's eyes could see shadows beyond the solid shapes of ordinary human beings. However, it wasn't until after his eight birthday, when his youngest sister Brianna died playing in the local river that the shapes became something more.
Bri might have been gone from his world, but Ali could still see her among the other shadows, fearful and translucent. He'd wished on a falling star the night she'd died that he could see her again and the gods had answered, by strengthening his dormant powers enough that he could see and speak to his sister.
He kept it quiet. Wise beyond his years, he already knew that speaking of people nobody else could see or hear could easily get you send to the mad house. Instead, he spent hours talking to his sister, reassuring her. The more time he spent with a ghost, the more his powers grew until his sister's shape seemed solid to him, until the shape of the other shadows had become something more human and he realised that he had a gift.
During his teens, he found himself labelled a dreamer and good-for-nothing. He'd stopped taking on work or being useful to his parents in order to focus completely on running messages back and forth between ghosts and normal humans. He did it secretly, popping little pieces of paper onto people's windowsills, slipping lost objects under doors and breaking into a house once a week to renew flowers for a woman on her dead husband's orders.
He left as soon as he was big enough to wield his older brother's hand-me-down spear. He had no reason to leave, but no particular need nor desire to stay either. He broke his first spear a few weeks in, but has since bought himself a new one from a blacksmith on the road. He spends most of his time alone, but often drifts into groups, Bri by his side often, but more content to warp back home and pretend she's still part of the family. If it's a lonely existence, he doesn't show any signs of being lonely.
He's picked up more than enough skills on the road to defend himself against common bandits. Enough too, to defend your common and garden village against quite a few common and garden threats. So when he was roped in to a village for his "own safety" by guards sent by the local duke, he rolled his eyes and just walked out the front gate, along with a fellow traveller. He and the other man found themselves being confronted by a dragon (I shit you not) who'd been terrorising the village.
Ah. That'd been the reason why they were roped in.
So the dragon thought he'd been sent lunch. Ky and Ali corrected that forcefully, and the villagers had dragon burgers for many weeks to come.
After that, they continued travelling together. They were going the same way and at the same speed. It made sense, and it was a good combination.
Well, until Ali dozed off and woke up here.
Skills: He's smart. He can play the piano. He can fight with a spear, which he has named Brionac. His magical ability manifests itself in resistance to and the ability to manipulate fire and small explosions. On ship, fire will actually burn him again (fuck his life) and his explosions will be nothing but small light displays. He can jump high and has a lot of endurance. Fuck if that'll do him any good here.
He can, if he tries very hard, hold a seance to speak with someone who has already passed over. On this ship though, the effort will probably knock him unconscious for days.
OH RIGHT and he can probably do something similar to a limit break since green is a final fantasy hooker.
Age: 23
Universe: This world is a sort of fantasy video game universe, complete with fantasy creatures of every stripe and magic. It's very Final Fantasy, complete with airships, machines, impossible weapons and attacks and girls wearing short skirts.
Instead of a king, the main continent the world is set on is governed by a council of 7 dukes. This continent is surrounded by 7 islands, each ruled by a separate lord. It's a peaceful world, if you ignore the monsters.
Personality: Hyperion is a quiet man, grown from a quiet boy. He's a good listener - he's spent his life listening to others, both alive and dead. Doesn't mean he'll do what you ask, but he'll take it under consideration. He's stand-offish, uninviting of huge physical displays of affection. He also rarely smiles or laughs. It's not that he doesn't have a sense of humour. He's laughing along in his head, honest.
He can be snarky when he wants, and very sarcastic. He has no patience for people who act up or do stupid things - they're likely to find themselves dealing with a grumpy dude. He won't waste energy on you if you continue on that way, and has been more than once called rude after turning around and leaving while another person is in the middle of saying something.
As difficult as it is to imagine him liking anything (he is very apathetic) he does like people for the most part. Kids, ugh. Adults aren't too bad though, so long as they aren't idiots. Still, kid or adult, once you have his trust he'll remain loyal to you forever. Though his is a quiet sort of friendship - he's not about to go around announcing that he likes you. Work it out for yourself, pal.
As far as everything else in his life is concerned, he doesn't so much live as exist.
PB: Shia LaBeouf
Physical description: About 5'6, Alison is easily overlooked at first glance. Not on second glance. He has deeply penetrating green eyes and brown hair, already greying slightly despite his age. It varies in length greatly; he has a habit of letting it grow out in waves around his ears, then chopping it right back again every few weeks. A beard too, which occasionally makes itself visible. He's definitely scruffy looking, his clothes normally baggy, dirty, torn shirts. Beneath his shirt is his armour, that he rarely takes off.
He's lean, yes, but that doesn't mean he isn't strong. The seven foot (it's collapsible!) spear he carries is proof enough of that. Under his shirt, he has rippling muscles developed from his life on the road. He'd rarely show them off though - he's not that kind of guy.
For those who notice these things, his accent is Scottish.
Background: Ali was born the seventh son and ninth child of a town guard and his wife on an insignificant island off the coast of the continent. Ali was their quietest child, born with talents his brothers and sisters could never have dreamed of having. Little Ali's eyes could see shadows beyond the solid shapes of ordinary human beings. However, it wasn't until after his eight birthday, when his youngest sister Brianna died playing in the local river that the shapes became something more.
Bri might have been gone from his world, but Ali could still see her among the other shadows, fearful and translucent. He'd wished on a falling star the night she'd died that he could see her again and the gods had answered, by strengthening his dormant powers enough that he could see and speak to his sister.
But nobody else could.
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During his teens, he found himself labelled a dreamer and good-for-nothing. He'd stopped taking on work or being useful to his parents in order to focus completely on running messages back and forth between ghosts and normal humans. He did it secretly, popping little pieces of paper onto people's windowsills, slipping lost objects under doors and breaking into a house once a week to renew flowers for a woman on her dead husband's orders.
He left as soon as he was big enough to wield his older brother's hand-me-down spear. He had no reason to leave, but no particular need nor desire to stay either. He broke his first spear a few weeks in, but has since bought himself a new one from a blacksmith on the road. He spends most of his time alone, but often drifts into groups, Bri by his side often, but more content to warp back home and pretend she's still part of the family. If it's a lonely existence, he doesn't show any signs of being lonely.
He's picked up more than enough skills on the road to defend himself against common bandits. Enough too, to defend your common and garden village against quite a few common and garden threats. So when he was roped in to a village for his "own safety" by guards sent by the local duke, he rolled his eyes and just walked out the front gate, along with a fellow traveller. He and the other man found themselves being confronted by a dragon (I shit you not) who'd been terrorising the village.
Ah. That'd been the reason why they were roped in.
So the dragon thought he'd been sent lunch. Ky and Ali corrected that forcefully, and the villagers had dragon burgers for many weeks to come.
After that, they continued travelling together. They were going the same way and at the same speed. It made sense, and it was a good combination.
Well, until Ali dozed off and woke up here.
Skills: He's smart. He can play the piano. He can fight with a spear, which he has named Brionac. His magical ability manifests itself in resistance to and the ability to manipulate fire and small explosions. On ship, fire will actually burn him again (fuck his life) and his explosions will be nothing but small light displays. He can jump high and has a lot of endurance. Fuck if that'll do him any good here.
He can, if he tries very hard, hold a seance to speak with someone who has already passed over. On this ship though, the effort will probably knock him unconscious for days.
OH RIGHT and he can probably do something similar to a limit break since green is a final fantasy hooker.
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