Post by Prince Piper on Sept 1, 2014 22:35:22 GMT -5
Surface Identity
Birth Name: Daniel Bird
Alias: Prince Piper
Age: 19
Sexuality: Homoromantic Asexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: British
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Self-Proclaimed Prince of Miracle
Playby: Arthur Gosse
True Identity
Personality:
Bang.
The mice reacted before he did. It was typically their reaction that spurned his own, which was just the case in this vulnerable moment that Prince had been caught rummaging for broken bottles while some manner of chaos or another was erupting in a side street nearby. Such was the way of Miracle; filled with ignorant, manipulative beings who sought to always right wrongs and in doing so, wrong a few rights. Taking the high ground was equivalent to take five detours in the direction of the low ground; one could only mind their own business and hope to get by without facing retribution. The mice scurried in all directions, which sent Prince's gaze up a few feet, to catch eye-level with a shard of reflective metal. It was a reflexive motion; he spit into his palm and vigorously ran his fingers through his hair, perpetuating the mat of each strand and throwing a few into his eyes. He rubbed the dirt deeper into his pores, knowing not the damage nor caring were he to know. His coat tracked dirt and cobwebs; how such trivial cliches of uncleanliness pervaded this broken city that had barely survived meteor showers, Prince rarely dwelt on.
He felt the grime as it came up and off. The tatters of his coat scraped the ground, and he smelled it. He smelled the earth and the too-freshness of the blue-green grass, the smell of smoke and the iron of blood and a pungent odor that reminded him of another time and place he hadn't considered in a while. It was disgusting. Living in the sewers had convinced him that pleasant scents were abnormal, and he had likened them to man and all the evil that man could do. And if man could do evil, man would. His nose met the edge of the alleyway before the rest of his body did. An outpouring of mice heralded his entrance, parading a group of them behind as well. They were the devoted, or the voiceless. They were in need of guidance and Prince could provide it, at the cost of their constant service. He felt their whiskers agitating the air around them as they frantically searched for a place to run, or the place that their master was guiding them. The broken bottles dug into his palms and he covered the pain with a deep inhale of the iron; it was a welcome distraction. Forgetting he had been seen or was being watched.
He had no capacity to decide whether or not the owner of the gun were the two people behind him, watching him, dumbfounded. He had no capacity to care that he could also be shot, were they the owners, for that would require the former statement to be false. His rats molded to his finger, crawling up his pant legs and into the crevices within, latching onto him with their vicious fangs, for all the sustenance they could ensure, as he slipped down a manhole. The children, he could stand. These adults, whose scents reeked of poor choices and mistrust and all-manner of deceitful activity; he could do without them. The children; they would listen, or else they could be coerced. And if not, they could be easily done away with and used in a different way. Prince's nose twitched as he slid down the ladder and the rats poured out from his oversized coat. It caught on something sharp and ripped but he paid it no mind. His attention was always elsewhere, like that of his friends, and he survived as such. THey were his guidance. They were his confidants. They were his friends. And they served him well.
Religious Beliefs: Grown up in a Christian household, never committed to religion.
Important Relationships: An older woman named Bailey, now deceased. A true friendship with an albino rat named Friend, now deceased.
History:
As a child, Daniel Bird had been plagued with all sorts of confusing and equally fleeting visions that often left him questioning the realism of life itself. If half the things he saw would fade away in an instant, entire beings who refused to say hello and barely revealed their forms to him, buildings that invited him yet immediately shut their door by vanishing from sight, animals that begged to be walked or pet and then just as swiftly rendered nonexistent... It was all troubling and all frustrating, yet he imagined as well as he could. There was a young girl that he had come t call Raleigh, the doppelganger of a person in real life (as most of his visions were) named Rachel. A girl who had pitied him for his abnormal behavior and flightiness, Rachel and Daniel would often engage in arguments about the plainness of her name. And therefore, Raleigh was born. Most of these visions were caricatures of things Daniel had seen in life, but few of them were vibrant enough to be regarded as anything sinister or benevolent, one. These were the beginnings of a schizophrenia that would escalate with the introduction of a tangible, trigger-source.
Once his mother and father took notice of his penchant for sitting at a desk in his room, alone, drawing pictures of abstract things like bending, red trees and larger-than-life animals adorned in pied clothing, they decided the best thing for him was a pet. That way, he could transition from his more strange, detached self, into a multi-faceted conversationalist; at least, that was how his mother would describe it, as unusual and artistic as her son to a degree. His father, more grounded, took actual action in finding. He took his son to the pet store and offered to buy any pet, no matter the price or breed. Daniel chose an albino rat. It was perfect. Perfectly quiet, if a little skittish, and always available, yet never asking anything of Daniel. The cats meowed. The dogs barked. They all wanted something. The rat did not. It was if his visions, who he so sought to freeze in time and try to converse with once in a while, had adopted a physical form that he could pick up and love and ask questions. The two even played Pied Piper: Daniel would read Friend the story (he needed constant refreshing due to his short-term memory) and then he would march about his room with a stick in his mouth, pretending to play a pipe. Sometimes, Friend would follow, and that was all he needed to know he cared for him. For a while after the purchase, his new rat 'Friend,' (though his mother argued that the rat's name was actually Albert) did not speak. His parents would cite the first event that Friend spoke to Daniel as their sign that he had poor mental health, having called him simply unusual and reserved for a child henceforth.
There was a cat next door who caused Friend great stress when Daniel would take him out for walks, and so Daniel removed the problem by slaughtering it with a wrench. Though his parents found him crying, bloodied, over the corpse, Daniel's own feelings were contradictory. He was sad that he had done wrong and that there would be consequences but he was also said that Friend who ask him to do something that would get him in trouble, something that Friend could've easily done himself. But, he would not allow himself to feel betrayed. He tried to explain to his parents the dire need for that cat to be put down and how much trouble it had been causing Friend, but they would not listen. They took him to a child psychiatrist and learned of his schizophrenia, which had been temporarily quelled and then accelerated by the introduction of a mouthpiece the disorder could use against the poor child. They were told removing the source cold-turkey could have disastrous results, but the Birds could make decisions for their child on their own. Friend was taken away and put to sleep (rather, donated to the local school for a biology class's dissection project) When Daniel learned of his parent's wrongdoings, he reacted with aggression they had never seen in their son before. He attacked his father, mostly with his teeth in the style of his deceased Friend. He was institutionalized on and off for years, until the Fall struck when he was 17.
Daniel woke up in the basement of a collapsed building with an older woman named Bailey. After the initial disorientation, he and Bailey became close friends, and she adopted him as her son, since her own was not around for her to take care of. She couldn't even remember his name, so she said it was all for the better that she had her own Little Prince now. It was meant to be. Daniel didn't know what to think. He knew nothing about her and was never so open with others, but latched onto her for fear of abandonment in this new, scary world he believed he had brought about in his rage. He learned that Bailey didn't mean nearly as well as she claimed to. As a Caritas, she had the ability to age him. She settled at a modest 19, telling him that in order for them to survive, she needed a man of the house to take care of her and hunt for food. At night, she would pleasure herself using his body. He had never experienced such and it made him terrified, but he could do nothing to stop it. There was no where to go and no one to turn to. He had wished his parents away in his anger and the world had punished him. That was when he rediscovered the relatives of 'Friend.'
On one of his hunting trips out into the city, he knew not what city, he would occasionally find a rat that looked just like Friend. He could never get close enough to speak to one, but found that he could understand what it was saying, much like he could with Friend. The knife that he used to defend himself was made of PVC pipe, and he fashioned holes into it so it served also as a sort of makeshift musical instrument. Now he could speak to the rat, like in the story of the Pied Piper. One night, once he finally managed to corner the rat, he found that he could actually communicate with it. Unlike with 'Friend,' it would listen. It didn't tell him what to do. It was the perfect creature, like Friend had once been before he had started making demands that got him sent away. This Friend would not do that sort of thing. It was only trying to survive, like Daniel. When he arrived back home, his new Friend in his palm, Bailey adorned him with a crown she had made of different metals and broken bits of glass. "For my Prince, not so little anymore." She nodded to his groin and he did not understand, but smiled all the same. He could not wait to show her his new friend. Then, she saw his Friend and her eyes widened with hunger and she took him. She dared to touch him, let alone take him. He growled at her, a feral, guttural sound that he could not control. She was squeezing his new friend too tightly, raving about using him for food, unable to hear his cries over her own blasphemy. "What is it, my Prince?" He gripped her by the hair and forced her to hand the rat over, and then stabbed her eyes out with his pipe. Her eyes bled out as he hated from the cans of food he had brought back, waiting for her to finally stop moving. His new Friend was hungry too, and feasted on her after she was truly gone.
Prince Piper came to befriend all the rats of the city. He was cured of his schizophrenia by replacing his loneliness with their company and his desire for abstract reality with a reality just as pleasing, if occasionally mundane. Perhaps he was never schizophrenic, but merely creative and naive. Once other people began showing up, Prince asked his friends to show him a safe place to live, where he wouldn't be bothered by humans. They lead him to the sewer and he lay amongst a sea of them, all his friends, all showing their love for him by gnawing at his flesh. Each gave him their own mark. He was theirs and they were his. Bonded. They helped him to see the city in its entirety, in the endeavor to make new friends, friends that would listen to him and love him just as the rats did. They helped him bring children into the fold, but they rarely went quietly and nearly always put a fight that forced Prince's hand; most of them ended up as food for his friends. And just as well. Though he tirelessly searched for companionship with giant-folk, as he mused the rats referred to his kind, he knew that none would be as loyal. He kept them fed and they kept him company. It was a functional system that no amount of mental wellness could account for.
Disorders/Illnesses: Formerly schizophrenic.
Gift
Virtue: Patientia
Virtue Marking Placement: Bottom of right foot
Vice: Patientia cannot speak audibly, but instead communicate mentally, causing them to become more reserved and less violent.
Specializations: Inheritance
Tamed: Prince's affinity for rodents has lead him to exclusively communicate and befriend the rats of the Miracle sewer system.
Species: Rattus norvegicus
Appearance: Of all different colors, but the few albino stick around Prince exclusively.
Nature: Finicky, sensitive to sound, highly attached to Prince (even latching onto him with their teeth to avoid danger)
Inherited Abilities: Heightened sense of smell and some spatial awareness, sensitivity to touch, short attention span, natural fear of others
Regular Skills: High school education (GED), no training to speak of, eye for the arts, skilled at drawing and painting
Weapons: A sharpened length of PVP pipe, used as a shank
Other Items: N/A
Appearance
Build: 5'7"
Hair: Dirty, messy, matted dark brown
Eyes: Green
Clothing Preference: Ruddy high-water khakis, winter overcoats, the occasional knitted scarf, all independent of weather, and a crown crafted from metals and stained glass
Other: Many small scars (mice bites)
Miscellaneous Information
OOC Account: Rennat
Other Characters: Dolly
Contact Information: PM
Password: banananutmuffin, orangecreamsoda
Birth Name: Daniel Bird
Alias: Prince Piper
Age: 19
Sexuality: Homoromantic Asexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: British
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Self-Proclaimed Prince of Miracle
Playby: Arthur Gosse
True Identity
Personality:
Bang.
The mice reacted before he did. It was typically their reaction that spurned his own, which was just the case in this vulnerable moment that Prince had been caught rummaging for broken bottles while some manner of chaos or another was erupting in a side street nearby. Such was the way of Miracle; filled with ignorant, manipulative beings who sought to always right wrongs and in doing so, wrong a few rights. Taking the high ground was equivalent to take five detours in the direction of the low ground; one could only mind their own business and hope to get by without facing retribution. The mice scurried in all directions, which sent Prince's gaze up a few feet, to catch eye-level with a shard of reflective metal. It was a reflexive motion; he spit into his palm and vigorously ran his fingers through his hair, perpetuating the mat of each strand and throwing a few into his eyes. He rubbed the dirt deeper into his pores, knowing not the damage nor caring were he to know. His coat tracked dirt and cobwebs; how such trivial cliches of uncleanliness pervaded this broken city that had barely survived meteor showers, Prince rarely dwelt on.
He felt the grime as it came up and off. The tatters of his coat scraped the ground, and he smelled it. He smelled the earth and the too-freshness of the blue-green grass, the smell of smoke and the iron of blood and a pungent odor that reminded him of another time and place he hadn't considered in a while. It was disgusting. Living in the sewers had convinced him that pleasant scents were abnormal, and he had likened them to man and all the evil that man could do. And if man could do evil, man would. His nose met the edge of the alleyway before the rest of his body did. An outpouring of mice heralded his entrance, parading a group of them behind as well. They were the devoted, or the voiceless. They were in need of guidance and Prince could provide it, at the cost of their constant service. He felt their whiskers agitating the air around them as they frantically searched for a place to run, or the place that their master was guiding them. The broken bottles dug into his palms and he covered the pain with a deep inhale of the iron; it was a welcome distraction. Forgetting he had been seen or was being watched.
He had no capacity to decide whether or not the owner of the gun were the two people behind him, watching him, dumbfounded. He had no capacity to care that he could also be shot, were they the owners, for that would require the former statement to be false. His rats molded to his finger, crawling up his pant legs and into the crevices within, latching onto him with their vicious fangs, for all the sustenance they could ensure, as he slipped down a manhole. The children, he could stand. These adults, whose scents reeked of poor choices and mistrust and all-manner of deceitful activity; he could do without them. The children; they would listen, or else they could be coerced. And if not, they could be easily done away with and used in a different way. Prince's nose twitched as he slid down the ladder and the rats poured out from his oversized coat. It caught on something sharp and ripped but he paid it no mind. His attention was always elsewhere, like that of his friends, and he survived as such. THey were his guidance. They were his confidants. They were his friends. And they served him well.
Religious Beliefs: Grown up in a Christian household, never committed to religion.
Important Relationships: An older woman named Bailey, now deceased. A true friendship with an albino rat named Friend, now deceased.
History:
As a child, Daniel Bird had been plagued with all sorts of confusing and equally fleeting visions that often left him questioning the realism of life itself. If half the things he saw would fade away in an instant, entire beings who refused to say hello and barely revealed their forms to him, buildings that invited him yet immediately shut their door by vanishing from sight, animals that begged to be walked or pet and then just as swiftly rendered nonexistent... It was all troubling and all frustrating, yet he imagined as well as he could. There was a young girl that he had come t call Raleigh, the doppelganger of a person in real life (as most of his visions were) named Rachel. A girl who had pitied him for his abnormal behavior and flightiness, Rachel and Daniel would often engage in arguments about the plainness of her name. And therefore, Raleigh was born. Most of these visions were caricatures of things Daniel had seen in life, but few of them were vibrant enough to be regarded as anything sinister or benevolent, one. These were the beginnings of a schizophrenia that would escalate with the introduction of a tangible, trigger-source.
Once his mother and father took notice of his penchant for sitting at a desk in his room, alone, drawing pictures of abstract things like bending, red trees and larger-than-life animals adorned in pied clothing, they decided the best thing for him was a pet. That way, he could transition from his more strange, detached self, into a multi-faceted conversationalist; at least, that was how his mother would describe it, as unusual and artistic as her son to a degree. His father, more grounded, took actual action in finding. He took his son to the pet store and offered to buy any pet, no matter the price or breed. Daniel chose an albino rat. It was perfect. Perfectly quiet, if a little skittish, and always available, yet never asking anything of Daniel. The cats meowed. The dogs barked. They all wanted something. The rat did not. It was if his visions, who he so sought to freeze in time and try to converse with once in a while, had adopted a physical form that he could pick up and love and ask questions. The two even played Pied Piper: Daniel would read Friend the story (he needed constant refreshing due to his short-term memory) and then he would march about his room with a stick in his mouth, pretending to play a pipe. Sometimes, Friend would follow, and that was all he needed to know he cared for him. For a while after the purchase, his new rat 'Friend,' (though his mother argued that the rat's name was actually Albert) did not speak. His parents would cite the first event that Friend spoke to Daniel as their sign that he had poor mental health, having called him simply unusual and reserved for a child henceforth.
There was a cat next door who caused Friend great stress when Daniel would take him out for walks, and so Daniel removed the problem by slaughtering it with a wrench. Though his parents found him crying, bloodied, over the corpse, Daniel's own feelings were contradictory. He was sad that he had done wrong and that there would be consequences but he was also said that Friend who ask him to do something that would get him in trouble, something that Friend could've easily done himself. But, he would not allow himself to feel betrayed. He tried to explain to his parents the dire need for that cat to be put down and how much trouble it had been causing Friend, but they would not listen. They took him to a child psychiatrist and learned of his schizophrenia, which had been temporarily quelled and then accelerated by the introduction of a mouthpiece the disorder could use against the poor child. They were told removing the source cold-turkey could have disastrous results, but the Birds could make decisions for their child on their own. Friend was taken away and put to sleep (rather, donated to the local school for a biology class's dissection project) When Daniel learned of his parent's wrongdoings, he reacted with aggression they had never seen in their son before. He attacked his father, mostly with his teeth in the style of his deceased Friend. He was institutionalized on and off for years, until the Fall struck when he was 17.
Daniel woke up in the basement of a collapsed building with an older woman named Bailey. After the initial disorientation, he and Bailey became close friends, and she adopted him as her son, since her own was not around for her to take care of. She couldn't even remember his name, so she said it was all for the better that she had her own Little Prince now. It was meant to be. Daniel didn't know what to think. He knew nothing about her and was never so open with others, but latched onto her for fear of abandonment in this new, scary world he believed he had brought about in his rage. He learned that Bailey didn't mean nearly as well as she claimed to. As a Caritas, she had the ability to age him. She settled at a modest 19, telling him that in order for them to survive, she needed a man of the house to take care of her and hunt for food. At night, she would pleasure herself using his body. He had never experienced such and it made him terrified, but he could do nothing to stop it. There was no where to go and no one to turn to. He had wished his parents away in his anger and the world had punished him. That was when he rediscovered the relatives of 'Friend.'
On one of his hunting trips out into the city, he knew not what city, he would occasionally find a rat that looked just like Friend. He could never get close enough to speak to one, but found that he could understand what it was saying, much like he could with Friend. The knife that he used to defend himself was made of PVC pipe, and he fashioned holes into it so it served also as a sort of makeshift musical instrument. Now he could speak to the rat, like in the story of the Pied Piper. One night, once he finally managed to corner the rat, he found that he could actually communicate with it. Unlike with 'Friend,' it would listen. It didn't tell him what to do. It was the perfect creature, like Friend had once been before he had started making demands that got him sent away. This Friend would not do that sort of thing. It was only trying to survive, like Daniel. When he arrived back home, his new Friend in his palm, Bailey adorned him with a crown she had made of different metals and broken bits of glass. "For my Prince, not so little anymore." She nodded to his groin and he did not understand, but smiled all the same. He could not wait to show her his new friend. Then, she saw his Friend and her eyes widened with hunger and she took him. She dared to touch him, let alone take him. He growled at her, a feral, guttural sound that he could not control. She was squeezing his new friend too tightly, raving about using him for food, unable to hear his cries over her own blasphemy. "What is it, my Prince?" He gripped her by the hair and forced her to hand the rat over, and then stabbed her eyes out with his pipe. Her eyes bled out as he hated from the cans of food he had brought back, waiting for her to finally stop moving. His new Friend was hungry too, and feasted on her after she was truly gone.
Prince Piper came to befriend all the rats of the city. He was cured of his schizophrenia by replacing his loneliness with their company and his desire for abstract reality with a reality just as pleasing, if occasionally mundane. Perhaps he was never schizophrenic, but merely creative and naive. Once other people began showing up, Prince asked his friends to show him a safe place to live, where he wouldn't be bothered by humans. They lead him to the sewer and he lay amongst a sea of them, all his friends, all showing their love for him by gnawing at his flesh. Each gave him their own mark. He was theirs and they were his. Bonded. They helped him to see the city in its entirety, in the endeavor to make new friends, friends that would listen to him and love him just as the rats did. They helped him bring children into the fold, but they rarely went quietly and nearly always put a fight that forced Prince's hand; most of them ended up as food for his friends. And just as well. Though he tirelessly searched for companionship with giant-folk, as he mused the rats referred to his kind, he knew that none would be as loyal. He kept them fed and they kept him company. It was a functional system that no amount of mental wellness could account for.
Disorders/Illnesses: Formerly schizophrenic.
Gift
Virtue: Patientia
Virtue Marking Placement: Bottom of right foot
Vice: Patientia cannot speak audibly, but instead communicate mentally, causing them to become more reserved and less violent.
Specializations: Inheritance
Tamed: Prince's affinity for rodents has lead him to exclusively communicate and befriend the rats of the Miracle sewer system.
Species: Rattus norvegicus
Appearance: Of all different colors, but the few albino stick around Prince exclusively.
Nature: Finicky, sensitive to sound, highly attached to Prince (even latching onto him with their teeth to avoid danger)
Inherited Abilities: Heightened sense of smell and some spatial awareness, sensitivity to touch, short attention span, natural fear of others
Regular Skills: High school education (GED), no training to speak of, eye for the arts, skilled at drawing and painting
Weapons: A sharpened length of PVP pipe, used as a shank
Other Items: N/A
Appearance
Build: 5'7"
Hair: Dirty, messy, matted dark brown
Eyes: Green
Clothing Preference: Ruddy high-water khakis, winter overcoats, the occasional knitted scarf, all independent of weather, and a crown crafted from metals and stained glass
Other: Many small scars (mice bites)
Miscellaneous Information
OOC Account: Rennat
Other Characters: Dolly
Contact Information: PM
Password: banananutmuffin, orangecreamsoda
