Post by HarleQuin on Mar 9, 2016 14:24:38 GMT -5
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CHARACTER;;Play-By: (Shadowrun's Harlequin)
Theme Song: Insert Song. Completely optional.
Name: Harlech Quintin
Age: 500
Gender: Male?
Race: Vamprye (Occuilus)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nationality: Unknown (He really does not remember, nor does he care)
Marital Status: Single
PHYSICAL;;
Description: Harlech is a rather none descript individual usually. He is six feet two inches tall, with shoulder length brown hair. He has green eyes, and rather long face. He has a slightly long pointed nose, and is rather skinny with long arms and legs. He has extremely smooth skin, with no hair upon his body except for his head, and extremely feminine features like the build of his body. He is not very muscular, and is extremely skinny because of his genetic disease.
His hair color is subject to extreme changes, as he will often dye it and color it in different ways to suit his whims.
Weapons: The only weapon he actually carries is a dagger.
Apparel: He typically wears the outfit of a harlequin (or a jester) complete with the funny hat, costume, and shoes. However this outfit can change from time to time as he purchases, creates, or acquires new ones. His face is almost always painted in white, with diamond shapes in red over his eyes and cheeks.
Vehicle: None right now
Other: Harlech carries many accessories that work along with his typical daily routine, usually mainly magical tricks that he uses to amuse others (and himself). These include but are not limited to a deck of cards, several silk scarves of varying colors, some extremely thin high tensile string and balloons for making balloon animals.
Stats:
Strength: 6
Speed: 4
Intelligence: 5
Endurance: 4
Agility: 6
Skills:
Memory Thieve 1&2
Illusion
Mesmerize
MENTAL;;
Personality: Harlech is completely crazy. He is a clearly narcissistic personality, with clearly underlying histrionic traits as well. He cares extremely little for others besides himself, and tends to be extremely manipulative and destructive towards others. However, those he gains control over will rarely know exactly what is happening them because of his mind manipulation techniques. All of this is hidden beneath a seemingly energetic, flamboyant, bubbly personality that masks the true nature of the creature beneath.[/font][li]Dolls[/li]
Likes:
[li]Himself[/li]
[li]Manipulating people [/li]
[li]Magic tricks [/li]
[li]Getting his way[/li]
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Dislikes:
[li]When his plans mess up [/li]
[li]Flexible straws[/li]
[li]People not liking or interrupting his magic tricks[/li]
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Obsession: Manipulating other people to get what he wants
Phobia: Dying, Sunlight
Alignment: Neutral
Disposition to the Law: Neutral
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PAST;;
History:
Born sometime in the year 1517 under the name Harlech Quintin (his first name coming from the town in Wales his father was originally from), the boy was born to fairly normal father and mother. The uniqueness was his birth circumstances, and not his parents themselves. His parents had constantly attempted to have children, however they had never been able to do so until their later years when finally they had Harlech. Harlech was born later in his mother’ s life, and because of that it was not only a difficult child birth, but Harlech was also born with the genetic defect later to be known as Klinefelter Syndrome, which is the result of a child receiving two X chromosomes and a Y chromosome. For the most part, this was a fairly unobtrusive problem for the boy an parents (especially as the disease doesn’t show so much until the teenage years). What really began the boy’s spiraling downfall was his mother’s wish that she had always had a baby girl. With the conception and subsequent birth of a boy, and her the exceptionally difficult birth she was guaranteed to never have another child. This combined with the boy’s slightly feminine features from his disease lead to his mother’s constant attempts to treat him like a girl instead of a boy, and she even called him Harley instead of Harlech. He grew up playing with dolls and dressing in the slightly more feminine attire of the era though it was still male clothing. His father turned a blind eye to these things, constantly busy with his own work and rarely ever at home to notice these things. Eventually however, his father came home and found out what his wife was doing and he instantly took over the rearing of the child and attempted to make the boy manlier. His father began teaching the boy how to work, dress, and act like a man and run things. He got the boy a job and made it know he would have to work for a living as well now. All of this was extremely confusing for such a young man, and then he hit his teenage years and his entire body went haywire from his disease. Eventually, he left home because of his father’s shame and his mother’ s attempts to undermine his father. He found work at a few different places, but he never really felt like he fit in. He eventually came to work at a traveling carnival, and it was here that he finally felt like he fit in. He started out doing simple jobs and not working in the tent itself, but he soon worked his way upwards and found himself dressing as a jester to amuse small children with magical tricks and silly stunts. He enjoyed this for several years, until there was one fateful night.
Harlech was working late one night cleaninf up after a show and hear a noise from of the trailers. He peeked inside, and was surprised by what he saw. The ringmaster was there, laying on top of a girl who was moaning beneath him. Now, because of his Klinefelter's Syndrome, Harlech had never been interested in sexual intercourse. He continued to watch the interaction, and felt something strange inside himself. He felt angry, and aroused. He wanted what the other guy was having. He moved around the trailer, and stepped inside. Reaching in to his pocket, he pulled our a silk scarf and come up behind the ringmaster. He strangled the Ringmaster with the scarf, then took his place doing what the Ringmaster had, only the woman wasn't exactly very willing. His finger found her throat, and he choked her to keep her quiet. When it was all done, Harlech had killed two people, strangling both of them.
Horrified at what he had done, Harlech ran away from the carnival. Loosing himself in the city, he finally found himself lost in an alleyway. It was in this alleyway that Harlech died, and was reborn. In the darkened alley, a female approached Harlech, cooing about how beautiful he was, and what a good boy he was. Upon her touch to his flesh, Harlech found himself under the spell of this woman. He felt like he knew her for such a long time, and that they where very close. He watched as she leaned close as if to kiss him, and she did. The kiss drew longer, and Harlech felt himself melting away, then the lips slipped away from his own and moved down his neck. They played there for a moment, then suddenly there was piercing pain. Harlech tried to pull away, but the vampryess was not about to give up her beautiful prize so soon. She drank from Harlech, who's struggles weakened, and when he was to weak to resist, she changed the young man.
The male awoke in to a completely new life. He was a slave to the vamprye female who had changed him, and was her personal toy. She expected him to amuse her in everyway possible. She dressed him up like a jester, and expected him to entertain her and the small coven od vampryes she ran. He was like their pet, used and abused by all and treated well by none. He grew bitter and angry, hating them all but to weak to do anything. So he bid his time, doing what they wanted and waiting....just waiting for his time to escape and eventually come back and retaliate. Eventually his time came, and Harlech escaped in to the night away from the coven. He fled in to the night covered city, and as he did so he paused to feed and in doing so used his talents to amuse a girl to follow him before feeding from her. He implanted a memory in to her, a memory of his old coven doing this to her before leaving her to recover. She would eventually lead a group of vamrye hunters to the coven she thought she was attacked at, and almost all where killed. Harlech got his revenge, though he never got to see it personally.
Harlech disappeared for a while, at least from anybody's radar but his own. If ever asked or questioned, he might tell wild tales of entertaining kings and queens across the world as a jester and/or harlequin, of traveling to far away countries and magical lands. Whether or not these stories are true or simply figments of his eccentric imagination have neither been confirmed. However, there are random times seemingly for no reason such questions will lead the usually flamboyant creature to lapse in to long periods of morosely silence and deep thought for undeterminable amounts of time. Perhaps Harlech is lost in some long ago memory, or perhaps he slips in to a state of depression. He simply will not tell anybody and remains aloof. Inevitably, the childish flamboyant, mischievous HarleQuin will return however as good as new.
Harlech eventually returned though, showing back up in London where he typically resides now though he comes and goes like a phantom across the world. He might show up one pace, only to disappear a while later and show up several days (errr....nights) later up to his typical shenanigans. Harlech, or as HarleQuin as he prefers to go by now, is enigmatic and equivocal and often seen as dark. Sometimes with a childish sense of humor, and sometimes with a sick and twisted sense of humor that flirts with chaos and destruction, one thing is for certain; there will never be a dull moment around with The HarleQuin.
OTHER;;
Other: Optional. Anything else you want us to know? Is your character in a faction? Do they worship anyone?
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