Post by whimsy on Apr 9, 2016 16:40:39 GMT -5
Serendipity Roth Ashenhurst
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Name: Serendipity Roth Ashenhurst
Nationality: American, in what is currently the state of North Carolina.
Marital Status: Still waiting for a letter from Oliver Cromwell that would have set him up with Cromwell's daughter.
Description: As angels go, Serendipity seems to delight in being as far from the stoic, majestic visage of perfection that is commonly associated with his species. His face, although unblemished and what could charitably be described as radiant, is angular and long, with cheekbones that are so shap, they have allegedly sliced through a block of lead. Serendipity's actual skin tone, on the other hand, is far less pronounced, falling in the realm of "ambiguously brown". This color is occasionally accented by tastefully applied streaks of mud, sand, and on a very bad day, viscera. Despite his lean face, Serendipity does not actually have sunken eye sockets, in fact possessing eyes that straddle the border between tastefully purple, and tacky neon purple. His eyes are further contrasted by his jet black hair, which is both shiny and often tied back in a ponytail.
Serendipity's body is proportioned similarly to his face, lanky. Despite possessing well defined musculature, he often wears layered clothing that drapes off his frame. This leads to an effect similar to a stork wearing a thick blanket, but seems to entertain others quite well, so he doesn't mind. Serendipity is exactly six feet tall, which is generally shorter than average for supernatural beings, meaning when he needs to loom menacingly, Serendipity must do so from atop some sort of crate, and on one occasion, a wheel of cheese.
Weapons: Serendipity carries a small hunting knife, a tarnished brass knuckle, and a spiked clip that works far better a a club than it's original function as a Weaver female hygienic device.
Apparel: Serendipity will always wear some sort of long coat over a knitted, multicolored vest, with black jeans, a gray fedora, some variety of double monk strap shoes. These will typically be brown leather.
Vehicle: As a result of being very bad at driving, Serendipity generally walks, flies, or goes by train.
Other: Serendipity will socialize with any sentient species, often even when doing so is a bad idea.
Stats: Strength - 5
Speed - 5
Intelligence - 5
Endurance - 5
Agility - 5
Skills:Wings (innate) Heal level 1 Omnilingualism level 1
Personality:Externally, Serendipity likes to appear to be a sort of bohemian wise man, oozing an aura of good intentions and wisdom. However, far from being a pillar of virtue, Serendipity has a fair amount of shortcomings. In general conversation, he speaks is a calm and cheerful tone, which never wavers even when discussing extremely disturbing subject matter. Due to his history of being extremely unlucky in his choice of companions, during a turbulent phase in history, he is able to quickly withdraw from emotional attachments to people when empathy might lead to pain. This trait is contrasted against his frequent attempts to do some sort of good for people. In fact, it would seem Serendipity has a rather loose grasp on how to make genuine friends, which were it not for sheer effort, he likely would have slipped into a people as pawns mindset. The nomadic aspect of his lifestyle is symptomatic of a fear of constraints as well as accountability for his, vastly, imagined misdeeds. If it were not for his continual attempts to be a less neurotic individual, as well as forcing himself to be part of society, he likely would end up as one of those loons who claim to be genuine servants of various deities. Despite this aspect of himself, he does enjoy socializing with all sentient species, having a positive effect on people, and dry humor.
- Not being in danger
- Things he associates with his family
Obsession: Collecting crystals
Phobia: Being trapped, dying
Disposition to the Law: Chaotic
Serendipity was born to a group a archangels in the Appalachian mountains of North Carolina, in the year 1520. His childhood was very mundane, and he spent it learning about magic, how to survive, and which plants acted as laxatives. This idyllic life continued until he reached the age of forty, at which point he accidentally urinated of a sacred tree. This did not go over well with the elders of the clan, who banished him in a psychologically scarring ritual involving, among other things, treacle. He then left to live on the outskirts of a Cherokee village, until he managed to talk an puritanical Englishman into giving him passage across the Atlantic.
Europe was a very turbulent place for the better part of the 1600s, especially for the supernatural community
Other: Serendipity has a tendency to latch on quite tightly to what he considers his actual friends, and is a fan of Isaac Asimov.