Post by Card on Aug 23, 2014 21:47:45 GMT -5
Birth Name: Undisclosed.
Alias: Card
Age: Undisclosed
Sexuality: Undisclosed
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Sociopath
Playby:
Height: 6'5"
Skin Tone: Pale
Build: Slender - Lanky
Hair: Ash
Eyes: Yellow
Clothing Preference: His usual attire consists of Pre-Fall formal, most notably an outfit likened to that of a Circus Announcer's suit complete with bow-tie and top-hat.
Weapons: A single hand gun that is seemingly never used and of an odd design. His body, in it's entirety, is a weapon in and of itself as it's augmentation has allowed for complete and total unrestricted use of his mental and physical capabilities, as well as that of the augmentations themselves.
Other Items: A white mask with a large grin painted upon it's surface. It seems to be a part of him somehow and reflects his manically enthusiastic persona.
Notes: Card has a variety of methods at his disposal including heightened speed, strength, reflexes, and intelligence all due in part to his augmentation and the unrestricted access he has to his physical functions whereby his cognitive bodily inhibitors have been bypassed.
Personality: Maniacal and nihilistic. Card seems driven by the very thought of destruction and chaos and, as such, it's what he hopes to bring to the new reawoken world and the gods thereof. His reasons are yet unknown; it is speculated that his hatred toward the world, more specifically the "gods," is due in part to his current state of being. More specifically, Card has grown to hate what has become of himself and the human condition and therefore seeks to cut it all off at source.
Entirely criminal in his mindset, this is made even more so dangerous by his remarkable intellect and the sheer power he holds at his disposal which he does very little to conceal as he is known to kill without hesitation, forethought, or remorse. Things like collateral, innocence, and dealing sparingly with his actions are notions met with indifference as he chooses his victims indiscriminately, though he not one to simply run rampant and wreak chaos wherever he may go.
Despite his name, Card doesn't give much in way of humor and therefore anything humorous given has always been a stepping stone toward simply making a victim of somebody. To this regard, it can be speculated that, like the grin engraved upon that solid metal mask, he constantly bares a devious and delighted smile upon his face. Most notably, he is characterized by a somewhat comical, yet serious, manner of speaking reminiscent to that of a mad jester.
Religious Beliefs: Believes in deities in the sense that he hopes to reign destruction upon them all.
Important Relationships: None
History:
The enigmatic persona of "Card," can best be categorized as a madman. Hell-bent on bringing about the end of the world, there was no refuge against his rampage. Like all aspects of the human psyche, everything has a history and Card is no exception. Though we know very little of his upbringing or his past before he took on the white mask, we can speculate that Card saw enough of humanity's self-inflicted bloodshed to grow disgusted on a subconscious level.
Quite plainly, it can be said that Card at one point contemplated the nature of humanity's need to simply expand on their primal urges to deconstruct and destroy. Perhaps humanity's self-affliction was something he didn't understand in it's entirety and sought to gain a subtle sense of comprehension over the notion of kill, conquer, and destroy.
Perhaps he knew all too well and simply didn't know it.
Perhaps Card begged the gods above or the demons below to give him strength to face the days and, perhaps, such strength had not been quite what he had asked for. It could very well be that Card was forced to drawn strength in becoming that monster he saw around him on a daily basis. As if mocking him, the gods thrust upon him the ability to hurt, the ability to maim, the ability to kill and, to some degree, perhaps Card loved it.
Or perhaps this caused him further disgust toward the world around him and in becoming such a monster as he was forced to become, perhaps he grew disgusted with himself. Thus, like any mind brilliant enough to see the world in the light that he saw, Card shut his eyes to the world he had grown to hate, vowing never to reawaken to the wretched confines of this disgusting existence.
But that sleeping was short lived.
When Card was thrust from the world of his dreams to the brightly lit chambers of his place of rest, his only thoughts were of wretched disarray. He didn't want to be awake, not now, not ever, not in this world and certainly not the next if it meant sharing the same air he breathed with the stench of humanity's greed.
He was angry.
Really angry.
And when he woke up from his deep slumber, he slaughtered them all.
Humans; worthless creations undeserving of the life they've been given and the life they've been wasting. In all their innovation and intelligence, they squander their capabilities in expanding their methods to destroy one another. Weapons, warfare, sticks, clubs, knives, swords, guns, mankind's greatest creations are simply copies of the last and reflections of the nature that truly stirred within.
Now they're getting what they asked for.
Now they're getting what they deserve.
They wanted monsters;
Humanity and their selfish greed;
They wanted Destruction;
They got Card.
OOC Account: King
Other Characters: The Blacksmith
Contact Information: You have it.
RP Sample: Necessary?
Alias: Card
Age: Undisclosed
Sexuality: Undisclosed
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Sociopath
Playby:
Height: 6'5"
Skin Tone: Pale
Build: Slender - Lanky
Hair: Ash
Eyes: Yellow
Clothing Preference: His usual attire consists of Pre-Fall formal, most notably an outfit likened to that of a Circus Announcer's suit complete with bow-tie and top-hat.
Weapons: A single hand gun that is seemingly never used and of an odd design. His body, in it's entirety, is a weapon in and of itself as it's augmentation has allowed for complete and total unrestricted use of his mental and physical capabilities, as well as that of the augmentations themselves.
Other Items: A white mask with a large grin painted upon it's surface. It seems to be a part of him somehow and reflects his manically enthusiastic persona.
Notes: Card has a variety of methods at his disposal including heightened speed, strength, reflexes, and intelligence all due in part to his augmentation and the unrestricted access he has to his physical functions whereby his cognitive bodily inhibitors have been bypassed.
Personality: Maniacal and nihilistic. Card seems driven by the very thought of destruction and chaos and, as such, it's what he hopes to bring to the new reawoken world and the gods thereof. His reasons are yet unknown; it is speculated that his hatred toward the world, more specifically the "gods," is due in part to his current state of being. More specifically, Card has grown to hate what has become of himself and the human condition and therefore seeks to cut it all off at source.
Entirely criminal in his mindset, this is made even more so dangerous by his remarkable intellect and the sheer power he holds at his disposal which he does very little to conceal as he is known to kill without hesitation, forethought, or remorse. Things like collateral, innocence, and dealing sparingly with his actions are notions met with indifference as he chooses his victims indiscriminately, though he not one to simply run rampant and wreak chaos wherever he may go.
Despite his name, Card doesn't give much in way of humor and therefore anything humorous given has always been a stepping stone toward simply making a victim of somebody. To this regard, it can be speculated that, like the grin engraved upon that solid metal mask, he constantly bares a devious and delighted smile upon his face. Most notably, he is characterized by a somewhat comical, yet serious, manner of speaking reminiscent to that of a mad jester.
Religious Beliefs: Believes in deities in the sense that he hopes to reign destruction upon them all.
Important Relationships: None
History:
The enigmatic persona of "Card," can best be categorized as a madman. Hell-bent on bringing about the end of the world, there was no refuge against his rampage. Like all aspects of the human psyche, everything has a history and Card is no exception. Though we know very little of his upbringing or his past before he took on the white mask, we can speculate that Card saw enough of humanity's self-inflicted bloodshed to grow disgusted on a subconscious level.
Quite plainly, it can be said that Card at one point contemplated the nature of humanity's need to simply expand on their primal urges to deconstruct and destroy. Perhaps humanity's self-affliction was something he didn't understand in it's entirety and sought to gain a subtle sense of comprehension over the notion of kill, conquer, and destroy.
Perhaps he knew all too well and simply didn't know it.
Perhaps Card begged the gods above or the demons below to give him strength to face the days and, perhaps, such strength had not been quite what he had asked for. It could very well be that Card was forced to drawn strength in becoming that monster he saw around him on a daily basis. As if mocking him, the gods thrust upon him the ability to hurt, the ability to maim, the ability to kill and, to some degree, perhaps Card loved it.
Or perhaps this caused him further disgust toward the world around him and in becoming such a monster as he was forced to become, perhaps he grew disgusted with himself. Thus, like any mind brilliant enough to see the world in the light that he saw, Card shut his eyes to the world he had grown to hate, vowing never to reawaken to the wretched confines of this disgusting existence.
But that sleeping was short lived.
When Card was thrust from the world of his dreams to the brightly lit chambers of his place of rest, his only thoughts were of wretched disarray. He didn't want to be awake, not now, not ever, not in this world and certainly not the next if it meant sharing the same air he breathed with the stench of humanity's greed.
He was angry.
Really angry.
And when he woke up from his deep slumber, he slaughtered them all.
Humans; worthless creations undeserving of the life they've been given and the life they've been wasting. In all their innovation and intelligence, they squander their capabilities in expanding their methods to destroy one another. Weapons, warfare, sticks, clubs, knives, swords, guns, mankind's greatest creations are simply copies of the last and reflections of the nature that truly stirred within.
Now they're getting what they asked for.
Now they're getting what they deserve.
They wanted monsters;
Humanity and their selfish greed;
They wanted Destruction;
They got Card.
OOC Account: King
Other Characters: The Blacksmith
Contact Information: You have it.
RP Sample: Necessary?
