Post by Abel Kirschtein on Jun 17, 2013 3:58:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ONE HUNDRED FORTY MALE-ISH CIVILIAN PANSEXUAL PSYCHIC SHOP OWNER UNICORN "no lights, no lights, in your bright blue eyes" | KIRSCHTEIN, ABEL general information NAME: abel kirschtein HEIGHT: 5'11 WEIGHT: one hundred and seventy eight pounds APPEARANCE: The easiest way to go unnoticed is to look like everyone else – albeit since his features aren’t abundant in the orient the purpose of the adage is missed but Abel is still fairly inconspicuous all things considered. He isn’t remarkably tall, his appearance while pretty by anyone’s standards aren’t anything noteworthy. If at all possible he sits in the margin of being a plain Jane and model worthy. He is slight without being necessarily petite, fair-skinned and blonde. Customarily he’s always sporting some kind of jewelry but is greatly attached to the ear clasp-lip-ring due to its function. His accessories, while gaudy at times, serve an active purpose in masking the ancient Gaelic script that is sprawled over his back and because of his typical style of dress – sleeveless shirts some of which lacking a back – it’s absolutely necessary. The old writing is the embodiment of his curse and he is vain enough not to want those around him to see it. personal POWERS: • enchant: a ritualistic magic inherent to the sole use of Unicorns, the individual can bolster, renew or create magical qualities into an inanimate object be the magic protective, offensive or defensive. • minor illusion: conjuring images to trick the senses though not able to maintain them for longer than half an hour. • sight: channeling magic through another to gain insight on aspects of their past, present and possibly future. Future predictions are not always 100% accurate. LIKES:
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HABITS: • rubbing/tugging his earring • choosing high places to sit FEARS: Agliophobic- Fear of pain. OVERALL: • boisterous • philosophical • intuitive • self-confident • adventurous • charming • demanding • superficial • irresponsible • cowardly • detached • cynical HISTORY: Humans have always proven that they possess vast intelligence with subpar execution. Most often this trait manifests itself when encountering anomalies in which their brain attempts to apply their crude logic based on nothing but a handful of fractured suggestions and misguided assumptions. It was their foolish manner of processing that gave birth to the myth that unicorns were wholly pure creatures of unrivaled generosity – sans their benevolent creator. Stories were woven and passed along that these mystical equines were untouched by sin and possessed nurturing hearts. What they did not know was that a unicorn is no more saintly than any other creature and just as prone to succumb to temptations as they. Such was the beginning for Abel. It has been centuries since the initial birth of his soul, his name lost to him in his many reincarnations but the hazy memories he still carries are enough. His origins, the humblest of them, were the plains of what is now Iceland. The era was not long before the Nordic countries began to derail from plundering warriors of the sea and sought more stable connections were their neighbors. His herd was not overly large, populated enough to have eyes in key locations to warn of danger but few enough to avoid unwanted attention. Life as a foal was simple, if not slightly repetitive. Grazing, sleeping, running, consumed many of his days until adolescence when the true lessons of life were learned. Unicorns possessed greatly coveted magic, its limits untested and they learned to use it but only sparingly and only what was deemed necessary. One of those many such teachings were deception and persuasion. While not intended for malicious purposes, their glamour was meant to guard their secrets, their lies to curb the curious. It was how they appeared to simply vanish when confronted by a predator or to take the form of a gentle maiden when amidst humans. Abel learned this and more but with such power he couldn’t fight the desire to see its effectiveness. He was quick to seek out a human settlement, taking the shape of a young woman and was soon beset upon by a man. The mortal was fooled, told that she had dropped a jeweled bracelet in a horse trough and then chased by a dog away from it. The poor man had gone to look for the trinket and had found nothing, upon his return Abel had disappeared but had laughed at the gullibility of the person. It was all rather addicting. What else could he do with these powers? Over the course of the next century Abel grew stronger, his magic more complex and his tricks crueler. He had eventually strayed from his herd, tired of hearing their complaints that his fun would lead to trouble. He figured them to be too cowardly and had taken to traveling alone, taking his pleasures where he desired without worry for the consequences. His arrogance led him far. Abel would confront a human, be they man or woman, and would tell them of some treasure to be discovered, some great fortune to be unearthed and would laugh himself to tears when the fools chased his lies. To one man he said “There is a treasure like no other in the den of a wolf possessed by a greedy spirit, you would do angels a favor in slaying the beast.” The man had done this come to find the wolf was no devil, but a mother whose treasure were her pups that would die now without her. To a woman Abel said, “I have here a vial of tonic that will make whoever drinks it infatuated with you, would you like it?” She eagerly accepted his gift and poured its contents into the glass of the man she loved. T’was no love potion the man drained from his glass, but a poison that took his life. The man’s family discovered her apparent treachery and she was executed for his murder. And Abel laughed and laughed, truly there were no creatures dumber than humans! Or were there? He took his travels further. To a dragon he said, “There is a gem as tall as I and as wide as your paw but it sits at the bottom of a volcano trapped.” The greedy, gem-obsessed lizard chased his tale and entered the volcano only to find itself in a fight for its life as it was the lair of a much older dragon. The poor creature, it barely managed to escape with its life but not before its wings had been shredded beyond repair. And Abel, untouched, continued his game of lies, fearing nothing. But then, a half century later, he came upon a Welshman dressed in rags and dust. To the man he said, “You poor thing, the streets is no place to live. Here, take these and get yourself a meal and a bed.” He handed him counterfeit bills that he had stolen from a gang that operated in the country. He watched with glee as the man did just that, bought a room at a small hotel and a meal to warm his belly. Abel had whispered to the foreman that the beggar’s money should not to trusted and the manager’s checked the false bills, alerted the authorities and had the man hauled away. Abel walked away laughing but the very next hour the beggar had returned. But the man was no homeless squatter, but a faerie! And the trickster did not like to be tricked. The faerie was much older than Abel and vastly more powerful. For his malicious deeds the man cursed him. For every death he had caused he would share a similar fate, for every broken union would he share an identical fallout until karma had been restored. Abel, truly afraid, had run. He contemplated and schemed and connived until he came to the conclusion that this curse would not be able to follow him into his rebirth, because a unicorn’s soul does not extinguish even when its body does. So he lived and died – his first death being at the hands of a jealous lover much the same as one of his victims – and was reborn into a new herd. But not even three years later the herd was set upon by hunters who killed as many of the adults as they were able, the rest fleeing. Any foal’s who could not keep up, such as himself, were left behind. He starved to death like the wolf cubs of his first sin. And the cycle repeated. out of character OOC NAME: rotoscope CHARACTER(S): other characters you play FACE CLAIM: • AMATSUKI • bonten, abel kirschtein |
