Post by Louis Capet on Dec 8, 2007 0:26:12 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name: Brandon, Brandon and Brandon.
Age: 16 now. Woot! And I aged by a year on the same day as Kami-weird, eh?
Contacts: weebitmental@hotmail.co.uk
Experience: Feh, five or so years…
Activity Level: Except for the next two weeks, I’m an active bunny. I’m on every day, but my stupid English timezone means I’m hardly ever online at the same time as everyone else. Feh…
Graphics Ability: I can draw pictures for anyone who needs them. Aside from that I’m pretty useless.
Favorite Book: Haven’t I typed all this up before? The Joy Luck Club.
Opinion on the Site so Far: J’adore.
The Character
Full Name: Mortimer Jonathan Sauvage
Nicknames: Mort, Morty
Sex: Male
Age: 20 years of age
Date of birth: 17th June, 1986
Birthplace: Saint-Étienne, Loire, Rhône-Alpes, France
Current residence: Number 99136, Ash Street
Side: Bad guy through and through.
Occupation: Leader of the gang “The Seraphs.” But the gang is positively useless, so he leases himself out as an assassin.
Talents: Mort is very good at sparring with any type of sword, especially the sharp and lethal ones. He can also sing surprisingly well-his voice could be considered angelic (how ironic). His sewing is pretty good too.
Physical characteristics
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 112 lbs (his bones are hollow, like those of a bird, and this makes him weigh less than a normal person would)
Build: Mort is quite tall and has a slender build, which doesn’t make him seem gangly but instead rather suits him.
Eyes: His irises are jet black and have a deep, glinting spark of intelligence or insanity, and his eyes are rather almond shaped.
Hair: His hair is dark, messy and wild, sticking up on ends and impossible to flatten down. It’s virtually untamable and short enough to keep it out of his eyes, but long enough to add some height.
Skin: Mort’s skin is smooth and of a pale tone which, no matter how long he stands in the sun, never seems to tan.
Expression: Mort is an attractive person, with his long face, slender features and high cheekbones, and if you asked he’d certainly confirm this. However, a slightly crazed expression is often spread across his face, an expression that almost says, “I want to put sharp things in your eyeballs.” This tends to make him a little less appealing. His lopsided smile is a hard one to decipher, and people often have a hard time figuring out whether he's happy, whether he's smug or whether he's plotting something,
Race: Mort is a fallen angel. However, he has never been a true angel; he is the offspring of two other fallen angels. As of such, he has had no experience of being a regular angel and so does not find himself mourning for the days when his wings were white.
Other: Mort has dark wings resembling those of a raven, but he hides them beneath his coat. Over the past twenty one years he has perfected the ability to fold them inwards extremely neatly so they rest flat on his back and are virtually unnoticeable if he slips an item of clothing over them (although you may see the odd feather sticking out, and it does make his back look a bit lumpier). Sometimes he uses a few belts around the chest to hold them in place. By squeezing the muscles on his back he can retract them just enough to fit them in. Needless to say, despite how it allows him to blend in it’s very uncomfortable.
Fashion
Favorite clothing:
Mort is never seen without his long, black trench coat with the high Napoleonic collar. He chooses this because it is ideal for covering up his wings-the length allows stray feathers to be concealed and the creases hide the bumps on his back. It also has two large slits running down the back that are often buttoned up. These are for his wings to poke through if he wants to fly but isn't too keen on doing it half naked (i.e. when it's cold outside).
Beneath this is either a dark vest in the summer or, for all other times, a black roll neck jumper. These clothes mould perfectly to the shape of his compressed wings and so provide maximum comfort. If he's out to fly he'll wear his special jumper, which is really identical to his favourite rollneck one (they had a two for one offer at Wal-Mart) with two huge gashes in the back.
His legs are often adorned with slim-fitting jeans. He claims that they are ideal for swift movement and don’t get in the way of flight patterns like baggier trousers would.
And the favored footwear is a pair or all black converse high tops. No particular reason for these-he just thinks they look good.
Least favorite clothing:
Anything that ever, ever suggests normality or mediocrity. The biggest offenders, in his opinion, are suits and smart shoes, which he believes simply oozes ordinariness. Also, he will never, ever have a haircut that’s short and flat, the sort of generic style that sticks to your scalp.
Hobbies: Mort enjoys playing poker and chess, which he thinks he’s pretty good at. He also enjoys writing and solving riddles (although, he often ends up solving the ones he writes), singing, which he does subconsciously, and has recently taken up breeding ravens. One of his more macabre hobbies involves making new poisons that can be used in his assassination assignments. He's currently looking for one that doesn't smell, stain, look odd, induce vomiting or leave any visible cause of death. His chances of success at finding this look bleak.
Personality
Educational background: Schooled ‘til he was eighteen. No more, no less.
Intelligence: Clever to the point of brilliance. But he doesn’t tend to let this show.
Mental illnesses: Although it’s never been medically proven, many believe that Mort suffers from psychopathy, yet he seems to have some amount of control over it. He also appears to have mild psychosis due to his slight thought disorder.
View of Self: Although it’s all too evident that he is, he doesn’t view himself as being particularly dangerous, nor does he believe he’s insane. He does feel that he may be a little too friendly to people. He also thinks he’s drop dead gorgeous. A little vanity never did anyone harm.
Self-confidence: Very high. He thinks he can accomplish anything if he sets his mind to it.
Most at ease when: He’s talking to people. He likes to socialize with anyone and everyone and talking to people means you’re not caught up in any awkward silences, which he positively despises.
Ill at ease when: In cemeteries. They bring back memories of the ones he’s lost, and also seeing the saddening inscriptions on each of the headstones makes him feel just a little remorse for his various homicidal actions over the years.
Extremely skilled at: Making plans. He can form tactics to suit any situation in a split second, although they’re often extremely brutal and ruthless, the type that involves shoving your team member in front of a sword so you can pass safely.
Extremely unskilled at: Driving. He doesn’t understand how to do it and regards it as being completely pointless (well, he would say that, he can fly). This also applies for most types of technology.
Good characteristics: He is a friendly guy, and does like it when he gets along with people. He’s also polite, polite in the sense that he holds doors open for ladies and tips generously when he eats out.
Character flaws: He’s a depraved, sadistic psychopath, meaning he sees a chance to kill someone as a trip to the candy store. He also has the tendency to act on impulse without thought.
Mannerisms: He sings subconsciously, most often when he’s bored or deep in thought. He can’t really help this; it seems to have become a habit he’s lost control over.
Peculiarities: Mort has many odd quirks, such as his ability to stop in mid sentence and skip to another topic if he finds himself getting bored. But the strangest would have to be the fact that he always has to tell a mother if she has a beautiful baby.
Sexuality: Bisexual, which means he can find attraction to anyone, which they may find unsettling.
Relations towards others: Mort enjoys having friends and he’ll have relationships with virtually anyone. But he also enjoys having victims. The moment he gets to know someone he’ll devise a way to get rid of them should the situation warrant.
First impression: This really depends on the person witnessing him. If they’re a person who can’t quite grasp the fact that Shawl is filled with supernatural beings then they probably won’t be able to grasp the fact that they’re face to face with a psychopath and so will just assume he’s being oddly friendly. If they’re a little wiser then they’ll probably find him somewhat disturbing.
Emotional Characteristics
Strengths: He’s extremely hardy and very little can break his spirit. He doesn’t get upset very easily and there’s not much that scares him, the few exceptions being below.
Weaknesses: He’s a little too stubborn in terms of his beliefs. If he believes a lie then it takes a lot to convince him that the information he holds is false. He refuses to accept things if he’s already been given evidence against them, no matter who the facts came from. He also acts on impulse too often.
How Mort deals with/reacts to:
Conflict: If it’s only a minor conflict then he shouts and throws things at the offender. If it’s a bigger argument, he threatens to kill the person conflicting with him, and in some cases he does. Or, at least, he attempts to. If he’s not successful after the first try then he gives up.
Change: If something changes then Mort probably won’t notice for a few days. Then when he does realise he’ll have a day of worrying about it and complaining about how he’ll adjust, and then after that he’ll act like things have always been this way.
Loss: He goes down to the florists and buys an Aloe Vera plant in the lost persons memory (he buys one for each person he loses) and spends the next few days at home tending it lovingly. Then he slowly returns to the world outside and actually appears sane for a week or so before he reverts back to his old ways.
Fears: His biggest fear is seeing the ghost of one of his victims, especially his father. He also fears the thought of discovering other members of his family, mainly because he’s afraid of having someone to care about. He also fears being struck by lighting, paper cuts and dying.
Favorites
Likes: Birds, mystery novels, history (he’s fascinated by all that’s happened), Aloe Vera plants (or, at least, those in the memory of the departed), pies (home made ones), biscuits (home made ones), homicide.
Dislikes: Silence, grief (grief freaks him out and sends him into panic attacks), impoliteness, boring people (the type who do and say things that’s of no interest to anyone at all), doing nothing (who wants to sit around when there’s a life to be lived?).
Sayings: “Would you like a biscuit?” (Mort considers it polite to offer your guests biscuits, even if there aren’t any in the vicinity); “How dull”; “Simply parfait!”
Expletives: “Curses!”; “Blast”; “Oh, sweet mother of Jesus!”; “Oh, la vache!”
Food: Pies, because they’re so full of mystery, what with the unknown filling beneath the crust. His personal favorite is one he makes himself, a pie filled with egg, sausage meat and mustard that he has dubbed a “porky picnic pie.”
Literature: “The Lady in the Morgue” by Jonathan Latimer is top of his reading list, but “Of Mice and Men” is also a good read.
Mode of transportation: Flying, of course. Nothing quite like spreading your uncomfortably folded wings and feeling the wind through your hair.
Music: He’s easy, but he is partial to a bit of smooth jazz.
Mort’s Past
Family Tree:
Mother, Marisa Sauvage, deceased
Father, Arnaud Sauvage, deceased
History:
Mort was born in 1986 to Meredith and Arnaud Sauvage, two fallen angels in Saint-Étienne. However, his mother died during his birth for unexplained reasons, her last request being that Arnaud named their son Mortimer after one of her relatives, but death took her before she could ever mention who it was. As he grew up his father told him that she had died because she could not handle spawning such an evil being as him. Although Mort wanted to believe that his father was only saying this for spite, part of him couldn’t help but wonder whether he was speaking the truth. However, he kept his self confidence full to the brim and spent most of his days telling himself that he could achieve anything. But this could not blank out the fact that he grew up being hated by his father, who always blamed Mort of murdering his mother as a baby. The only person who ever cared for him was his nursemaid, Mary-Anne, who loved him like he was one of her own.
When he was twelve he, his father and his nursemaid left for America. His father told him that he had been offered an exciting new job in the land of opportunity. They packed up their things and headed off to Shawl where Arnaud became the head of a business which Mort later found out was a criminal gang, dabbling in organized crime.
Two years after this, Mary-Anne died. His father didn’t try to make up excuses for her death-he simply told Mort that she’d asked too many questions and so he’d shot her. Although he was horrified by this he didn’t let this put him down, and it was at this age that he began to plot his father’s downfall. His first few attempts, such as the large hidden pit he dug next to the car and the crushed glass he hid under his duvet, failed miserably. They only left his father rather more paranoid of enemy gangs, who he suspected were behind these feeble traps.
When Mort became eighteen his father informed him that he was now to work for his gang. He agreed, feeling this was an excellent chance to fulfill ambition to one day overthrow him. The first job he was given was not what he expected, however; Arnaud told him he had to kill an old enemy of the gang, someone who Arnaud was too afraid to kill himself. Mort doubted he would be up for the task, but carried it out faithfully, putting up a fight against the victim and eventually skewering him with a metal pole. That was when Mort experienced the bloodlust-he'd just killed, and he'd enjoyed every moment of it.
He returned to his home that same night and informed his father he’d done the job. But Arnaud was far from happy. He’d found out about Mort’s secret ambition to overthrow him by reading his private notebook. He told his son that he would never succeed, that he was too weak to kill his own father and that he would happily dispose of his son before stepping down from his post.
That was the spark that set off the fire. That was the turning point for Mort, the point where what little sanity he had left snapped. With a scream he tore the two crossed swords off the wall that sat above the fireplace and, with no second thought, beheaded his father then and there.
After this, he flew to the gang's hideout, where the members were busy celebrating rowdily over the recent death of one of their greatest enemies, the same man Mort had just been sent to assassinate. Drunk as they were, they failed to notice the shadowy figure soundly soaking the foundations of the building with petrol he'd taken from his deceased father's car. The celebrations continued for mere minutes, until there was silence. A lighter, hurled at the building from a safe distance, ignited the hideout and all in it, leaving none alive.
Naturally, the police got involved. Since Mort had torched the hideout and all who were in it, there was no solid evidence against him. But he knew that the death of his father would bring about questions, so he lied, claiming that he had witnessed the death of his father and an enemy gang. This satisfied the police force enough to conclude their case and mark it as simple gang warfare.
More recently in the history of Mort, a woman who simply referred to herself as Lydia came to him seeking his protection. In return for a handsome sum of money she requested that he protect her whilst she invaded the privacy of a dangerous gang and that he kill anyone in their way. Although it sounded dangerous, the pennies were too tempting, and soon Mort found himself walking through the dark alleys of Shawl, helping Lydia to obtain the most obscure information he'd ever seen. However, disaster struck when the gang ambushed them. Mort and Lydia escaped relatively unscathed, but not without a death sentence over their heads from the said gang. After this ordeal, Lydia returned to her hometown, requesting that Mort be availiable for hire next time she came to Shawl, as she would have plenty more work for him.
These days, Mort’s gang is extremely sparsely populated. Five years ago it was a grand and large gang, but after his massacre of the members it was left with just a leader and no lackey’s. Since then very few people have been brave enough to join it.
Other:
Yes, there was a sketch here once, but the link broke and I can't put it up again 'til I get my computer back. Sorry!