Post by Wood on Apr 24, 2017 16:20:07 GMT -8
Name:
Adam Smith
Nickname:Lucky.
Age:
19
Race:
Human
Powers:He has no powers. He isn't even great at anything.
Overall, he doesn't stand out. If anything positive could be said about him, it's that he doesn't make much of an appearance. He's somebody that meekly blends into the crowd. That's to say he isn't special. Well, he wasn't. His only interesting ability isn't even his own. He found a magic rock somewhere on an adventure with Aussa. He pocketed it, thinking it was pretty. It jabbed him badly in the side on his way home, and the stone seemed to absorb his blood. Lucky dies. A lot. It's kind of his thing, being so unlucky and all. When he does, he sees only blackness until the stone bleeds him back out, and arranges him back to his usual old self. Got stabbed? No wound. His only goal in life is to try to be successful, however, he feels the need to keep his stone a secret from everybody. Surely, if others knew his secret they'd try to take it from him.
Date of birth:
June 20th
Home:
Aster City
Alignment:Lawful Neutral
Relationship: He lives alone. He has a crush on Aussa, but she is too focused on her work and adventuring to even think about him. And he's too bland for her.
Job:
Changes jobs frequently. Usually works as a store clerk. He sometimes plays the part of runner for Aussa. What he delivers he doesn't know.
Appearance:He has a long face, with a long narrow nose. His black hair is kept combed down to his brow, but the bit on top always licks upward a little. His eyes are a dark brown. His lips are usually frowning or looking worried. He stands at 5 feet 6 inches, and has a light build. A full day of hard labor is doable for him, but it leaves him unreasonably drained. He wears simple brown and tan common clothes, with a little bit of black lace to tie the shirt top, and to function as a belt. He usually wears leather gloves, which were a gift from Aussa. They mean a lot more to him than she realizes. He really doesn't want to die when he's wearing these gloves. It's a constant stress for him. Although, the pain of dying is still real every time.
Personality:
Meek, worried, troublesome. These three words sum him up fairly well. He has a lot to worry about for somebody that doesn't really have to fear dying. What if his boss heard that he'd died? What if his boss sees him after that?! Then again, perhaps his boss wouldn't even recognize him. He has such a forgettable presence. He wants to be helpful. He wants to make a name for himself. He wants to save up money and do something with his life, but seems utterly incapable of any of those things. His one hobby is rock collecting. He has a large collection of them in his home. Small gems, precious stones, strange metals etc. He couldn't part with them if he had to. And the whole thing is more than he can lift, so he thinks of himself as stuck in Aster City.
History:He had foolishly gone on a cave exploration trip with Aussa, her little critter, and a couple of other strange people. They'd heard about an abandoned city at the other end of the cave. A place where magic met masonry. They went down there to find whatever they could. They found little more than rocks, and a couple of Golems. The Golems fought them back but not before Lucky piled as cool looking stones into his backpack as he could. For his efforts, Aussa let him keep a few of the stones. In his one actual lucky moment, he'd chosen that one. It was shaped like a jagged crystal, but black and reflective like onyx yet warm to the touch. He got it home, placed it upon his collection, and went to bed. It was several weeks later that he got mugged. Late one evening, on his way home from work, he ran into a thug. Not having any way to defend himself, he tried to wrestle the knife from the man. And failed. He got stabbed in the gut. Knife twisting inside him. When it pulled out, so too fell out his insides. He felt every bit of it. He even saw them come out. It was then he passed out, and bled to death. But when he woke up, he was laying naked in his house, covered in a red and pink Mucus. The black stone was glowing red. It was hot to the touch. Had it just gave birth to him?! He looked down at his body, there was no hole where the knife had been. Not knowing what was going on, he put on some clothes, and ran back to where he had died. It was almost morning, but he found his body still laying there in the dirt and cobble. He wrapped it up with a tarp he found nearby filled it with rocks, and tossed it into the stream in the park. Corpse one, disposed of. It's still down there decaying in the mud at the bottom of the river. He has died twice more since.
Adam Smith
Nickname:Lucky.
Age:
19
Race:
Human
Powers:He has no powers. He isn't even great at anything.
Overall, he doesn't stand out. If anything positive could be said about him, it's that he doesn't make much of an appearance. He's somebody that meekly blends into the crowd. That's to say he isn't special. Well, he wasn't. His only interesting ability isn't even his own. He found a magic rock somewhere on an adventure with Aussa. He pocketed it, thinking it was pretty. It jabbed him badly in the side on his way home, and the stone seemed to absorb his blood. Lucky dies. A lot. It's kind of his thing, being so unlucky and all. When he does, he sees only blackness until the stone bleeds him back out, and arranges him back to his usual old self. Got stabbed? No wound. His only goal in life is to try to be successful, however, he feels the need to keep his stone a secret from everybody. Surely, if others knew his secret they'd try to take it from him.
Date of birth:
June 20th
Home:
Aster City
Alignment:Lawful Neutral
Relationship: He lives alone. He has a crush on Aussa, but she is too focused on her work and adventuring to even think about him. And he's too bland for her.
Job:
Changes jobs frequently. Usually works as a store clerk. He sometimes plays the part of runner for Aussa. What he delivers he doesn't know.
Appearance:He has a long face, with a long narrow nose. His black hair is kept combed down to his brow, but the bit on top always licks upward a little. His eyes are a dark brown. His lips are usually frowning or looking worried. He stands at 5 feet 6 inches, and has a light build. A full day of hard labor is doable for him, but it leaves him unreasonably drained. He wears simple brown and tan common clothes, with a little bit of black lace to tie the shirt top, and to function as a belt. He usually wears leather gloves, which were a gift from Aussa. They mean a lot more to him than she realizes. He really doesn't want to die when he's wearing these gloves. It's a constant stress for him. Although, the pain of dying is still real every time.
Personality:
Meek, worried, troublesome. These three words sum him up fairly well. He has a lot to worry about for somebody that doesn't really have to fear dying. What if his boss heard that he'd died? What if his boss sees him after that?! Then again, perhaps his boss wouldn't even recognize him. He has such a forgettable presence. He wants to be helpful. He wants to make a name for himself. He wants to save up money and do something with his life, but seems utterly incapable of any of those things. His one hobby is rock collecting. He has a large collection of them in his home. Small gems, precious stones, strange metals etc. He couldn't part with them if he had to. And the whole thing is more than he can lift, so he thinks of himself as stuck in Aster City.
History:He had foolishly gone on a cave exploration trip with Aussa, her little critter, and a couple of other strange people. They'd heard about an abandoned city at the other end of the cave. A place where magic met masonry. They went down there to find whatever they could. They found little more than rocks, and a couple of Golems. The Golems fought them back but not before Lucky piled as cool looking stones into his backpack as he could. For his efforts, Aussa let him keep a few of the stones. In his one actual lucky moment, he'd chosen that one. It was shaped like a jagged crystal, but black and reflective like onyx yet warm to the touch. He got it home, placed it upon his collection, and went to bed. It was several weeks later that he got mugged. Late one evening, on his way home from work, he ran into a thug. Not having any way to defend himself, he tried to wrestle the knife from the man. And failed. He got stabbed in the gut. Knife twisting inside him. When it pulled out, so too fell out his insides. He felt every bit of it. He even saw them come out. It was then he passed out, and bled to death. But when he woke up, he was laying naked in his house, covered in a red and pink Mucus. The black stone was glowing red. It was hot to the touch. Had it just gave birth to him?! He looked down at his body, there was no hole where the knife had been. Not knowing what was going on, he put on some clothes, and ran back to where he had died. It was almost morning, but he found his body still laying there in the dirt and cobble. He wrapped it up with a tarp he found nearby filled it with rocks, and tossed it into the stream in the park. Corpse one, disposed of. It's still down there decaying in the mud at the bottom of the river. He has died twice more since.
