Post by Saul Omen on Apr 4, 2012 16:29:12 GMT -5
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Weaving,
Hugo[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Until It Sleeps
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Saul is a slightly manic looking man, always looking disheveled. He wears a suit jacket that is always unbuttoned down the front. It is not very clean and in poor condition. The white undershirt always has a few buttons undone and is wrinkled. Cold blue eyes stare uncaringly, rarely blinking. His reddish brown hair is slicked back with a few rogue strands curling out to the sides. He has a short beard that is rarely groomed. Dark slacks and dress shoes complete the run down businessman look. On his right hand he wears a silver ring with an oval sapphire inlay.
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name:;[/b][/size]
Omen, Saul King
[/color][/center]age[/color]:;[/b][/size]
sweet 36
gender[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Male
race[/color]:;[/b][/size]
born a, Ice Elemental
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
SAUL is, Five feet, ten inches tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Aspen, Colorado
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Straight
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
No
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Freeze
Frozen Hydra Transformation
Sicken
Poison
Plague
Shuffling
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
None
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Suit jacket and pants, open at the front. Undershirt that is white with some of the top buttons undone. It is wrinkled. Scuffed black dress shoes and a worn silver belt. Silver ring on right middle finger with an oval, sapphire inlay.
transportation[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Steel blue Rolls Royce Phantom
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Nope
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
alignment[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Evil
likes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
the cold
,seafood
,good manners
,cats
,night time
dislikes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
heat
,being poor
,violence
phobias[/color]:;[/b][/size]
cemeteries
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
money
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Saul Omen was born into a rich family of elementals. They lived secretly, pretending to be normal humans. However they had come about their vast wealth by running a very prosperous ice sculpting business. Most of their offspring were ice elementals, and they had quite an extensive family at this point. It was quite easy to have them simply conjure up the sculptures without requiring any machines or production cost. However it was not long before others began to question how this family managed to monopolize the ice sculpting business without owning any of the necessary equipment. Investigations drove the family into poverty as they fled, not wanting the government to discover their secret. Saul was sixteen at this time.
Saul hated life on the run. Everyone he knew had fled the searches, cousins and immediate family alike. His name was Richard Solomon at this time, but they all changed their names as they went into hiding. He became Saul King Omen, playing off of King Solomon from the Bible. They lived as little more than beggars, forced to take work that would not require background information. Saul loathed his life and his family for forcing him into it, so at the age of eighteen he left them. They had been too complacent in their living, and he would not make that mistake.
Saul started off small, opening a tiny ice sculpting service in Denver. It was everything that he knew really, and it was a beginning. It never really occurred to him to make a living off of his powers, since that had ruined his parents, and he actually made the sculptures legitimately. His true passion was for using his powers to do this however, and it was his secret hobby. He lived out of his car, having no need to own a home that would have to be abandoned. He lived every day expecting to have to run. It was this living style that changed his life forever.
His business had done well, and Saul had very low costs since he needed only food and gas. He did not even need to heat his car after all, and there was no home to pay for. This had afforded him a Rolls Royce Phantom, the thing he missed most from the old mansion. Of course since he slept in it and it was usually parked somewhere public, it was only a matter of time before someone tried to steal it. Woken by the breaking window, Saul reacted without thinking. Water appeared as he sat up, swirling around and forming icicles. They shot forward and impaled three of the men. The fourth fell back, mouth open as Saul stepped out. Gripping the man by his throat, Saul crouched down and used his other powers. Boils began to appear around his hand on the man's neck, his temperature rising as he grew ill. The man begged for his life, and Saul actually listened.
Saul had never killed before and detested violence. He was in shock from his first three kills when the man made him an offer. With his power he could be a lethal and potentially invisible assassin. The man knew a guy who would pay to have people die of the plague, and pay well. Saul remembered the life of luxury he once had, yearning for more even though he had a fair amount of money now. He agreed, and thus did his career begin. Using his plague powers he would kill without leaving a trace, enemies of his clients dropping dead of fevers in their own homes. When stealth was not required, sometimes they would be found frozen to death or with ice puncturing their bodies. One even had his country home torn apart, ice coating everything and the building ripped to shreds as though by a massive monster... Quickly he became known among the elite of the crime world, his services in high demand and his wallet always full.
Saul hated life on the run. Everyone he knew had fled the searches, cousins and immediate family alike. His name was Richard Solomon at this time, but they all changed their names as they went into hiding. He became Saul King Omen, playing off of King Solomon from the Bible. They lived as little more than beggars, forced to take work that would not require background information. Saul loathed his life and his family for forcing him into it, so at the age of eighteen he left them. They had been too complacent in their living, and he would not make that mistake.
Saul started off small, opening a tiny ice sculpting service in Denver. It was everything that he knew really, and it was a beginning. It never really occurred to him to make a living off of his powers, since that had ruined his parents, and he actually made the sculptures legitimately. His true passion was for using his powers to do this however, and it was his secret hobby. He lived out of his car, having no need to own a home that would have to be abandoned. He lived every day expecting to have to run. It was this living style that changed his life forever.
His business had done well, and Saul had very low costs since he needed only food and gas. He did not even need to heat his car after all, and there was no home to pay for. This had afforded him a Rolls Royce Phantom, the thing he missed most from the old mansion. Of course since he slept in it and it was usually parked somewhere public, it was only a matter of time before someone tried to steal it. Woken by the breaking window, Saul reacted without thinking. Water appeared as he sat up, swirling around and forming icicles. They shot forward and impaled three of the men. The fourth fell back, mouth open as Saul stepped out. Gripping the man by his throat, Saul crouched down and used his other powers. Boils began to appear around his hand on the man's neck, his temperature rising as he grew ill. The man begged for his life, and Saul actually listened.
Saul had never killed before and detested violence. He was in shock from his first three kills when the man made him an offer. With his power he could be a lethal and potentially invisible assassin. The man knew a guy who would pay to have people die of the plague, and pay well. Saul remembered the life of luxury he once had, yearning for more even though he had a fair amount of money now. He agreed, and thus did his career begin. Using his plague powers he would kill without leaving a trace, enemies of his clients dropping dead of fevers in their own homes. When stealth was not required, sometimes they would be found frozen to death or with ice puncturing their bodies. One even had his country home torn apart, ice coating everything and the building ripped to shreds as though by a massive monster... Quickly he became known among the elite of the crime world, his services in high demand and his wallet always full.
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