Post by Hiram on Sept 3, 2014 13:58:33 GMT -5
Surface Identity
Birth Name: Hiram Declan
Alias: The Father or just Hiram
Age: 37
Sexuality: Asexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Southern Caucasian
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Religious Leader
Playby: -
True Identity
Personality: Intelligent but demented to an almost demonic level, if not completely submerged altogether. If anything, Hiram's ideals and perspectives are both warped and on point in regards to the current state of the world, mankind itself, and the existence of Gaia; he hopes to bring about a global reformation to the world through a sadistic ideology centered around "the change."
The change can best be described as a series of well thought out and orchestrated acts of inevitable genocide if left unthwarted while amassing a constant congregational growth of "brothers and sisters," as he claims to be unworthy of being followed but simply hearkened. At the same time, The Change has been cryptically and interchangeably referred to as a sort of demonic deity that is to bring about said reformation through acts of greater violence. Coincidentally, the "First Change," coincided with the death of Miriam, a prominent figure in his former life, and therefore believes God (Gaia) to have once manifested upon the Earth in the likeness of a woman named Miriam.
When preaching, Hiram speaks in riddles and cryptic messages meant to provoke deeper thoughts and questions within a person's mind, albeit convoluted and provoking a foreboding air. Though his calm persona holds nothing particularly irregular aside from his mannerisms and a smooth but gritty southern accent, it's his persona, overall, that inspires some to fear and others to follow. As such, Hiram can quite easily influence, manipulate, and change a person's will to that of his own and this has earned him many a number of brothers and sisters which do the bidding of "The Change."
Religious Beliefs: The Change
Important Relationships: The Family
History: "She taught me," He sat upon a rocking chair looking out at the cold and desolate world, "She taught me from a young age.."
Images of a woman clad in white and shimmering as the sun.
"She said you gotta get them before they get you, you gotta be strong." Memories of a past childhood life which seemed all too familiar but rejected as his own.
Fires of obligation, strychnine during prayer, and the serpent's stinging bites to see God in the midsts; he followed like a good little boy every Sunday to church whilst the others, those heathens in the world outside, those non-believers that didn't follow the way of Change, all laughed and scoffed as though high and mighty ignorance took them plenty. They didn't know; their eyes were blind to the truth, truth that only he knew, truth that he had been tasked to deliver and deliver he did.
"A rattlesnake's skin is the same color as the leaves, she said... We all understood her. She lead us with love, but she taught us that the fires.. well they are our friends too."
One particularly Sunday they would come to find the fire that had taken their church.
"The world is an evil place, she said!"
Those same fires were cast in return to them who laughed and they cried to God for help, they cried to the God they laughed at, the God he served, but God did not save them for they were not his children.
"And we agreed."
"And I was there, I was there when she took her final breath!"
She lay bloodied and bruised upon the dirt; mangled by the hands of hate, the hands that knew no truth.
"And she pulled me in close, and she said... your the one, said they chose you, long before you ever existed. I understood what she meant."
The upheaval; when her wrath at long last was far too kindled against the non-believers, she had no choice but to extinguish them in fires and waters, in darkness and lights, in earthquakes and torrents, and there was nothing left thereafter but everything would come soon as well.
"Her touch could save the world..." He whispered, "But her kiss burns it to the ground."
Disorders/Illnesses: Delusional, schizophrenic, or possessed.
Gift
Virtue: Castitas
Virtue Marking Placement: On the back of his left hand - Wears a single black glove to conceal it.
Vice: Castitas can only produce children/enjoy sex with their first true beloved.
Specializations: Healing
Regular Skills: Highly intelligent. Though he has no formal education in human psychology, he understands it to a profound degree and this knowledge, Hiram exploits quite liberally.
Weapons: None.
Other Items: None.
Appearance
Build: Muscular
Hair: Long, brown, and shagged.
Eyes: Dark brown
Clothing Preference: Comfortable and clean clothing. Usually slacks and unbuttoned shirts of no exact preference.
Other: Indistinct tattoos.
RP Sample: -
Miscellaneous Information
OOC Account: King
Other Characters: Incursio, Tank, King, Card, Malphite, Trundle.
Contact Information: -
Password: -
Birth Name: Hiram Declan
Alias: The Father or just Hiram
Age: 37
Sexuality: Asexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Southern Caucasian
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Religious Leader
Playby: -
True Identity
Personality: Intelligent but demented to an almost demonic level, if not completely submerged altogether. If anything, Hiram's ideals and perspectives are both warped and on point in regards to the current state of the world, mankind itself, and the existence of Gaia; he hopes to bring about a global reformation to the world through a sadistic ideology centered around "the change."
The change can best be described as a series of well thought out and orchestrated acts of inevitable genocide if left unthwarted while amassing a constant congregational growth of "brothers and sisters," as he claims to be unworthy of being followed but simply hearkened. At the same time, The Change has been cryptically and interchangeably referred to as a sort of demonic deity that is to bring about said reformation through acts of greater violence. Coincidentally, the "First Change," coincided with the death of Miriam, a prominent figure in his former life, and therefore believes God (Gaia) to have once manifested upon the Earth in the likeness of a woman named Miriam.
When preaching, Hiram speaks in riddles and cryptic messages meant to provoke deeper thoughts and questions within a person's mind, albeit convoluted and provoking a foreboding air. Though his calm persona holds nothing particularly irregular aside from his mannerisms and a smooth but gritty southern accent, it's his persona, overall, that inspires some to fear and others to follow. As such, Hiram can quite easily influence, manipulate, and change a person's will to that of his own and this has earned him many a number of brothers and sisters which do the bidding of "The Change."
Religious Beliefs: The Change
Important Relationships: The Family
History: "She taught me," He sat upon a rocking chair looking out at the cold and desolate world, "She taught me from a young age.."
Images of a woman clad in white and shimmering as the sun.
"She said you gotta get them before they get you, you gotta be strong." Memories of a past childhood life which seemed all too familiar but rejected as his own.
Fires of obligation, strychnine during prayer, and the serpent's stinging bites to see God in the midsts; he followed like a good little boy every Sunday to church whilst the others, those heathens in the world outside, those non-believers that didn't follow the way of Change, all laughed and scoffed as though high and mighty ignorance took them plenty. They didn't know; their eyes were blind to the truth, truth that only he knew, truth that he had been tasked to deliver and deliver he did.
"A rattlesnake's skin is the same color as the leaves, she said... We all understood her. She lead us with love, but she taught us that the fires.. well they are our friends too."
One particularly Sunday they would come to find the fire that had taken their church.
"The world is an evil place, she said!"
Those same fires were cast in return to them who laughed and they cried to God for help, they cried to the God they laughed at, the God he served, but God did not save them for they were not his children.
"And we agreed."
"And I was there, I was there when she took her final breath!"
She lay bloodied and bruised upon the dirt; mangled by the hands of hate, the hands that knew no truth.
"And she pulled me in close, and she said... your the one, said they chose you, long before you ever existed. I understood what she meant."
The upheaval; when her wrath at long last was far too kindled against the non-believers, she had no choice but to extinguish them in fires and waters, in darkness and lights, in earthquakes and torrents, and there was nothing left thereafter but everything would come soon as well.
"Her touch could save the world..." He whispered, "But her kiss burns it to the ground."
Disorders/Illnesses: Delusional, schizophrenic, or possessed.
Gift
Virtue: Castitas
Virtue Marking Placement: On the back of his left hand - Wears a single black glove to conceal it.
Vice: Castitas can only produce children/enjoy sex with their first true beloved.
Specializations: Healing
Regular Skills: Highly intelligent. Though he has no formal education in human psychology, he understands it to a profound degree and this knowledge, Hiram exploits quite liberally.
Weapons: None.
Other Items: None.
Appearance
Build: Muscular
Hair: Long, brown, and shagged.
Eyes: Dark brown
Clothing Preference: Comfortable and clean clothing. Usually slacks and unbuttoned shirts of no exact preference.
Other: Indistinct tattoos.
RP Sample: -
Miscellaneous Information
OOC Account: King
Other Characters: Incursio, Tank, King, Card, Malphite, Trundle.
Contact Information: -
Password: -
