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{ V E N N E N U M } - Characters & RP InformationMarch 14, 2017 11:09 PM


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BRANDON RUSSELL CARONA

THE BASICS:

Nicknames: Brandy, Cooper, Coop
Gender: Male
Age: variable -- adult
Birthday/year: June 25, XXXX

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PHYSICALITIES:

Hair:
As one of his lowest priorities, Brandon's hair varies proportionally to the amount of time he's avoided a haircut. He tries to keep the thick mop at a short or medium-length. Its walnut-colored threads has a mild wave that Brandon does his best to brush to the side. Others have noted his hair color to be everything from acorn-colored to a dirt brown.

Eyes:
His sunken, tired eyes shift from darker to lighter brown depending on his mood. Hooded eyelids blink exhaustion as he endures the rigorous schedule required of doctors. His eyebrows are angled slightly.

In moments of anxiety, his eyebrows furrow tightly and he has difficulty keeping eye contact during conversations.

Blood Type: Type B

Height: 5'11"" - 180.34 cm

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults:
Brandon is almost close to underweight, no thanks to his fast metabolism and lack of desire to eat. He weighs in at about 123-130 lbs. His frame size is around the small-medium regions. He suffers from back ache because of his job as a surgeon. Whip scars criss cross the entirety of his back. Scars line the majority of his left arm, as he has a bad habit of scratching himself when he's nervous. As a result, he often wears an arm sleeve to prevent scratching himself excessively.

Style:
Casual - old school, button-down shirt, usually of a solid color, occasionally topped with his favorite black suede jacket.

Professional - classic doctor's coat over shirt, tie, and slacks/khakis. His lab coat has his name and job title -- "Brandon D. Carona, Pediatric Neurosurgeon" -- embroidered on the left breast pocket.

Race/Species: Homo sapiens - Brandon is a human of mixed European descent. He does not know his heritage, nor does he seem to care.

Language: Fluent in English and Spanish.

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RELATIONSHIPS:

Parents/Elders/Guardians:

Brandon never knew his birth parents. He was raised by his foster parents, Samuel and Delilah Cooper. Delilah, unfortunately, discovered her terminal cancer too late and passed away when he was 10 years old. This changed Samuel's psyche almost overnight. He blamed Brandon for her death, tormenting him endlessly. After Brandon dated a friend he made in medical school, he met her family, who became instrumental to his recovery. After a few years (and after their breakup), her father, Andrew, offered to adopt him, which Brandon gratefully accepted.

Foster Parents: Samuel Cooper, Delilah Cooper

Adopted Parent: Andrew Thomson Carona

Siblings:

Michelle Carona - Adopted sister. 5 years younger. Estranged relationship. Previously his girlfriend until her family adopted him in. She was in a nursing program at the university he attended and they had several of the same classes. The two had a falling out after Brandon insulted her brother. Michelle's more dominant personality clashed against his dislike of being told what to do and he hit her. Michelle left immediately after and has no desire to be found by her family.

Daniel Carona -- Adopted brother. 20 years younger. Very close relationship. Brandon disliked Daniel's craving for affection at first but quickly grew to love it. Daniel lives with their father to ""keep an eye on him"". But it's mainly to use his father's recording studio and massive collection of instruments to write and produce songs. He runs a somewhat popular Youtube channel where he displays his music videos, cooking recipes, and general mischief. Brandon constantly threatens to perform brain surgery on Daniel when he does something stupid. But he remains incredibly protective of his little brother, sometimes throwing caution to the wind when Daniel gets in trouble.

Andrew Jorden Carona -- Adopted brother. 5 years younger. Close relationship. Michelle's twin. Had a rocky start at first, but Jorden relaxed after hearing of Brandon's past. They both live in the same town. Jorden teaches math at the local high school and also offers tutoring services in that subject. Brandon may occasionally help out with tutoring services.

Friends/Allies:
Dr. Marcus Brown - neurologist. The two form a team to make diagnoses and research.

Dr. Rachael Brown - pediatrician. Love interest. They met in medical school after literally knocking each other over during a clinical rotation. Hitting each other "accidentally" with a door has become a running joke.

Dr. Ghostine - his mentor during medical school. Suffered cardiac arrest after Brandon's completion of medical school.

Enemies:
Samuel Cooper: His foster father, for reasons already mentioned.

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MENTALITIES:

Dreams/Life Goals: Brandon's biggest desire is to keep families together during times of hardship. He has few goals for himself except to be the best brother he can be to his family, and perhaps eventually form a family of his own.

Hobbies: If he isn't catching up on sleep, he is either visiting his brothers and helping with their work (a high school math teacher and a musician/songwriter), reading medical journals and magazines, attending his youngest brother's concerts, working at his cousin's horse farm, or helping his father with yard work.

Likes:
- He finds comfort in bright places. He likes that the hospital is always lit.
- Candy. He frequents his local candy store to purchase sweets for both himself and Daniel. His favorites are the hard, fruity candies.
- Noodles. Pasta. Anything remotely similar to them. Especially the recipes made by his dad.
- Raccoons. He has a dedicated space in his house simply for raccoons: plushie toys, sculptures, molds, etc.

Loves:
- He loves to sing, although preferably in private when no one's around.
- Spending time with his family. As his adopted father is growing old, Brandon tries to spend as much time as possible with him before the designated day comes. He enjoys walking with his father through his fruit orchard and assisting him with harvesting.
- Hanging out with his brothers is his most favorite, having to deal with Daniel's very spontaneous personality coupled with Jorden's more realistic, grounded pessimism. Their favorite activities include music-making, wrestling each other (while Brandon spectates), fruit harvesting, and picking on each other in general.

Dislikes:
- Not doing anything. He feels like he needs something to focus on or his negative thoughts may return. Likewise, he is always doing any of his hobbies or finding something to clean up after.
- Lasagna. "Pasta is supposed to be slurped, not cut."
- Eerie silence and anger. This sets off alarms in his head, even if it is not directed at him.

Loathes:
- Pretty much everything to do with his old lifestyle.

Fears:

- Dark, cramped rooms. His greatest nightmare, because this meant his father was going to do things to him. He has to be with someone he's extremely comfortable with before he will enter a dark room.

- Death, loss, heartbreak. Losing the one person who loved him most turned his life into a living nightmare. He dreads losing the people close to him and tries to keep them close. This makes him come off as clingy and needy. Although Jorden and Daniel don't mind, it has caused him distress in finding any serious, lasting relationship with women.

- Men bigger and older than him. It takes some time for him to get used to them.

Strengths:

- Professional, functions under stress. Great at hiding his emotions and problems to appear more professional.

- A skilled neurosurgeon. As such, his hands are quite dexterous and he has great willpower and stamina. He also has a much faster reaction to any emergencies, being able to stitch and bandage up wounds in the time frame a bystander would be getting over the initial shock.

- Very caring, especially towards children. He does not like the sight of injured or hurt adolescents. He makes sure people understand what he's doing while he's working.

Weaknesses:

- He often hides his emotions out of habit. He often lets things build up inside of him and releases it all later when he is in privacy. Likewise, this hinders his ability to connect with people.

- He hates the dark, and going out at night (especially alone) is terrifying for him. Missing out on all the nighttime fun, he is often the brunt of his coworker's jokes.

- He feels like he cares too much about other people and may often feel taken advantage of.

- Heavily depends on his medication. He can re-trigger his PTSD relatively easily otherwise. Often, a person approaching him while he is sitting down is enough to spike his anxiety. He also becomes extremely irritable while off medication. After a particularly violent episode where he nearly took Jorden's head off and didn't even recall what happened, Brandon has made sure to keep himself on schedule.


Edited at December 13, 2020 03:52 AM by Vennenum
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(Brandon's bio continued)

Bad Habits:
- Splurging on candy. He has an entire cupboard dedicated to sweets, and plans a monthly trip to the candy store.
- scratches his arms excessively when he is extremely nervous.
Normal Talents:
- quick learner.
- singing

Temperament:

Brandon is very much introverted. He remains quiet, interjecting only when he needs to. He has a moderate energy level and sensitive to any changes in the environment. A very cautious person, he likes things to change slowly so he can adjust. Being thrust into a situation annoys and startles him. He is very diligent in his work, hating distractions and any interruptions while he is focused on a particular task. He easily tunes out any ambience. It takes a while to wake him out of his working spell.

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HISTORY:

Career/Past Careers:

Neurosurgeon, pediatric. He is best known for his quality of care and attentiveness to his patients, sometimes going so far as to waive or pay off their medical bills if they have been polite and kind throughout the process. He specializes mainly in brain tumours, as that is what had killed his mother.

Jobs worked prior to/during college: restaurant host/waiter, mailman

Jobs worked during university: library assistant, janitor

Jobs worked during med school: tutor

Origin:

Brandon was born in a small town in Georgia to a young mother. He was given away not long after his birth, and his foster parents raised him for the next sixteen years of his life. After he ran away at age 16 because of his abusive father, Brandon couch-hopped between friends' houses throughout the rest of his high school and college career. After college, he moved far away from the city that held his nightmares in a suburban area close to Houston for medical school. After finishing up medical school there, he again moved, this time farther out in a more rural area to take up residency at the hospital. He remains here, though commutes between this city and the rural town where his adopted family lives.


Edited at May 10, 2020 08:49 PM by Vennenum
{ V E N N E N U M } - Characters & RP InformationMarch 14, 2017 11:19 PM


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Andrew Jorden Carona, Jr.

"Jorden"

THE BASICS:

Nicknames: Jorden, Jordy, Jo-jo, AJ, Junior
Gender: Male
Age: variable -- teen-adult
Birthday/year: November 23, XXXX

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PHYSICALITIES:

Hair: His hair random collection of light and dark brown hues. A dirty blonde, of sorts, though it seems lighter colored than most. It is cut short and parted to the side, giving it a rather angled and toussled look.

Eyes: A piercing ice blue that seem to complement the deep-set sockets, prying into the soul as if desiring to seek the truth. It gives him a very serious death-glare that he uses to his full advantage, but is still capable of soft, merry twinkling when he adds a smile.

Blood Type: A

Height: 5'7"

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: Jorden hates that he looks 'fat' next to his brothers, with his wider torso and broader stance. His stockiness forces him to watch his calorie intake and workout consistently (though he tends to forget come the holiday season). Despite that, he is heavily muscled and incredibly athletic. He weighs in at around 200 lbs.

Race/Species: Homo sapiens -- Mixed European heritage

Language: English and a touch of Spanish.

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RELATIONSHIPS:

Parents/Elders/Guardians:

Andrew Thomson Carona - Father. A healthy relationship. Jorden does trust his father, however, unlike Daniel, feels no need to divulge all his secrets to him. He will assist his father with any issues he has, primarily with math and finances.

Christina Hellens -- Mother - disowned. Failed relationship. At the age of 15, Jorden's mother abandoned the family, divorcing his father and disowning her three children, complaining they "were a burden".

Aunt Rosa - Aunt. Good relationship. She is technically the "grandma on the block" that everybody loves. She knows of his problems with his mother and took pity on him. Jorden especially loves her brownies.

Siblings:

Michelle Carona -- Twin sister. A previously strong relationship that has diminished as they matured. Jorden and his sister often pick on each other though are never against helping each other when they need it. They consider each other polar opposites. Jorden is more down-to-earth, his tone often laced with scathing saracsm while Michelle is easily excitable, very positive and direct. They also excel in different subjects; Jorden is much better with math while Michelle excels in the sciences. Jorden has absolutely no talent on any brass instruments, but is a pro with the violin and flute. Michelle prefers her trumpet and trombone. After her and Brandon's nasty break up though, their relationship plummeted. Michelle disappeared and refused to interact with the family.

Daniel Carona -- Younger brother. Very close. It's not apparent at first glance that these two share a deep bond. They will insult each other, torment each other, and even become physically violent. However, this is all made up for with food (making/buying/sharing), general affection, and mischief making.

Brandon Cooper Carona -- Older adopted brother. Relatively close. Had a rocky start at first, but Jorden relaxed after hearing of Brandon's past. They both live in the same town. Brandon may occasionally help out with tutoring services.

Friends/Allies:

Marcus Brown - Head of Mathematics Department. Has gotten to understand Jorden's teaching methods and tries to incorporate it into other classrooms (although those teachers don't want to listen).

Arla Arlington - Senior Math Teacher. Jorden sometimes does ask her for advice. She holds a somewhat negative opinion of him, but recognizes that he is a good teacher.

Josefina Aguilar - Assistant Band/Orchestra Director. Josefina is a more recent addition to the faculty. She met Jorden while he was screwing around with the school theatre's drumset and was impressed by his music-making.

Russell Cornwallis - Student. Originally a student who loathed him. Jorden managed to gain his respect, offering some advice for his situation (neglected by parents, forced to take care of himself).

Enemies:

Richard Kreuger - Band/Orchestra Director. Believes Jorden is an ignoramus and too big for his britches, mainly because Jorden was acting like a smart ass the first time they met.

George Doret - Assistant principal. Name pronounced "Geor-geh Doh-ray". Known for his expensive tastes, Doret is the subject of some of Jorden's jokes, when he dares to tell them.

Traycee Parker - Assistant principal. An overall jerk to everyone, even more so to Jorden.

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MENTALITIES:

Dreams/Life Goals: Just try to get through life.

Hobbies: Has a side job as a web designer and programmer.

Likes:
- peace and quiet
- popcorn
- coffee

Loves:
- gaming
- programming
- brownies

Dislikes:
- excessive noise. Always yelling at Daniel for being too enthusiastic.
- cats

Loathes:
- people in general

Fears:
- text

Strengths: text

Weaknesses: text

Good Qualities: text

Bad Habits: text

Normal Talents: text

Temperament:

text

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HISTORY:

Career/Past Careers: text

Origin: text

Background: text


Edited at December 13, 2020 03:58 AM by Vennenum
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E N D E E M

Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Appearance:
Personality:
An easily intimidated wolf and constantly nervous. However, he slowly gains confidence once he's sure of somebody.
History:
Endeem does not remember much about his wolf past. He was raised by a cougar mother who mistook him for one of her cubs (one who had died). When she discovered he was a wolf, she kicked him out to die. Endeem was then picked up by an old couple of kind-hearted humans. When he matured at age 2, the elderly couple died and he was left to fend for himself. He is closer to the feline world and human world, for he was raised by them and also has a difficult time getting along with some of the feral wolves he meets.
Abilities:
Endeem is able to use his claws more efficiently than most other wolves. Despite that, he has weaker jaws and is a poor fighter. He fares well communicating with felines and canines that have been interacted with humans.

Edited at December 30, 2019 10:27 PM by Vennenum
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Hong Dan, "Red"

Appearance: [Toyhouse Link]
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Personality:
Red is known to be very devious in his thoughts. Having been starved for the majority of his life, cheating others out of something is one of the main ways in which he has coped with his loneliness. He will not hesitate to rebel if the situation is not what he bargained for.
History:

Edited at January 18, 2020 12:08 PM by Vennenum
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Flixoer Mordecai
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Male
2 summers

Personality:
Like water, Flix is normally very calm. Any disturbance only ripples with him for a few moments before he molds and accepts it. It is very difficult to anger him. But after a great deal of heating and stockpiling energy, it takes quite a while for him to cool down. He will mercilessly obliterate those who have wronged him or others he cares for.

Abilities:
He is capable of manipulating the water around him, maneuvering water droplets or creating giant waves to swarm over large swaths of land. The latter is currently too strong a power for him to control, and if it does succeed, may incapacitate or kill him.

Flix controls the water by molding his energy and combining it to the water's energy. tHis way, he can attach his thoughts and direct the molecules to where he wants them to go. At his current age and experience, the process may require a great deal of concentration, depending on the difficulty of the skill. He must focus intensely on the maneuver, which renders him incapable of defending himself from attacks.


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Brandon's Backstory: found in the abyss of my Google Drive. tailored to fit WP reqs.

"I don't remember much about my birth parents, only that they gave me up to a family I eventually came to despise. My foster mother, Delilah, made my world. She treated me like her own son, giving me all the basic necessities, teaching me, guiding me, and being my mother. I loved her with my very being. My foster father Samuel had been tolerable the first ten years. I even called him Dad then. But after Mother passed away from an incurable cancer, Samuel's psyche flipped almost overnight."

"The abuse continued until I was sixteen. By that time, I had gotten my hands on the school's health textbook. It spoke volumes to me; the chapters detailing abuse? It fit me almost perfectly. I was a poster child for this. I almost wanted to tear those pages from their binding to sew to my chest. 'This is who I am,' I had thought. But I was scared to tell anyone. I didn't think anyone, not even my teachers, would believe me. I took a few days to plan, then I left, with just my old backpack, a couple sets of clothes, some food and water, and what I had on my back.

"I slept at the park the first night. It was the first time I had felt free. Feeling the cold grass underneath me seeping into my body and staring up above at a bright moon was therapeutic almost. I fell asleep there, without worry that I would need to please anyone. I began actively seeking jobs. The local burger joint used me for a while. I got minimum wage, but at least now I could make some savings. I spent a great amount of time at the burger joint. Went to work right after school until 8 PM. They closed at 10, and I used the last two hours either working or eating my free meal and doing my homework. I would sleep on the discarded mattress I had found behind an old shop. If I needed a wash, I could slip into the neighboring community, which was full of rich people who all had pools in their yards. It was risky, yes, but it was better than coming to school smelling like a dead rat. I could wash my clothes there as well. No one would know my situation. I poached a few towels from them as well, although none seemed to notice. These acted as my blankets while I waited for my clothes to dry. Sometimes I would find a perfectly fine clothes tossed on the side of the road. I always patched them up to use so I wouldn't go to school in the same things every day. It was a miserable two years, but I managed to scrounge together enough money to place me into college.

"The burger joint failed not long after I began college. I managed to find a restaurant job. Like the burger joint, the pay wasn't great. It was just over minimum wage but I still got a raise. I also acquired a mailman's route during the weekends. They didn't last me long though, for I was able to secure a slot at the university to begin my journey as a doctor. A full ride!

"Higher leveled courses in university were somewhat difficult. College classes were similar to the honors classes I had taken in high school; they were a breeze compared to these more theoretical classes. But I was able to graduate with high honors, along with volunteer recognition at the university's health system. I can only thank the amount of effort put in by all of my teachers, my helpers, and the friends I have made there.

"I feel like I don't remember much about medical school, even though it's instrumental in a surgeon's success. When I hear 'medical school', I think grinding classes, falling asleep, and more classes. The most memorable part, I believe, was getting to know my mentor. He was an amazing man, who firmly believed in leading by example. He was very humble, yet very skilled in his craft. He knew what he was doing, yet made it seem like such a simple task. He must have seen potential in me. He was the one who lifted my spirits after I became inert. During the last two years of medical school, he was the closest thing to a father I had. I only wish his time had not come. I wanted to thank him for being such a wonderful role model, but unfortunately, he suffered cardiac arrest a few months after I left medical school.

"But it was during my residency that I met my true family. I had dated their daughter during my university years. We were friends then, but several years later I wanted to talk with her again. We managed to get a chance to talk -- a quick chat at the nearby cafe before I had to go back. She had only grown more beautiful and I found myself falling in love with her. I confessed my love to her not long after, then she brought me home to see her family.

"They were very pleasant people, although I was not impressed with Daniel at first. Daniel was the most high-maintenance, high-energy ten year old brat I had ever met. Jorden and I didn't get along either. He thought I was too uptight. Andrew, their father, was the first one to try to strike up a conversation with me. I liked him from the start. He was never too pushy. He never tried to get close to me, always respectfully kept his distance. Jorden was similar, although it was mainly to avoid me. Daniel lacked the concept of personal space and went around giving everybody hugs, much to my chagrin at the time.

"We had been dating for a few months when Michelle broke it off. She had said I was 'too clingy', 'too needy'. I suppose I was. I didn't want to go anywhere without her. I feared for her safety. Even though I knew she could take care of herself, I always saw the same image replaying in my head: Samuel somehow finding me and using her to hurt me. Or hurting us both. I had no idea if Samuel was even bothering to find me, his worthless puppet. I just knew I was terrified he was going to come back and haunt me again. Most of all, I feared she would abandon me.

"One time during residency, I had nowhere to go when I was told to take my required week-long vacation. I called up Andrew to tell him my situation. It was Jorden who answered and, surprisingly, he didn't seem too concerned when I asked if I could stay at his place for the week. They allotted me a bed from their guest room.

"I've learned a great deal from them. Andrew was a kind-hearted man who figured out just how badly broken I was inside. I nearly had a mental breakdown when he first presented me with food. I've survived most of my life off simple things. Bread, rice, fruit, frozen foods... Having someone make -- specifically for me -- spaghetti from scratch was a completely new experience. He willingly showed me how to properly peel tomatoes, the best way to cook ground meat. I dropped a few ceramic plates. I broke the sink, the stove, the sliding door... I put a hole in his wall in frustration when they brought up my relationship with Michelle. Andrew never raised his voice in anger.

"I had no idea how to show how grateful I was. I told him parts of my past, something I'd never done before. He let me talk and get it out. He never judged me. And you know what? The hug he gave me meant the world to me. I'd never felt so... comforted.

"Jorden shook off most of his asshole attitude after listening in. He became my best friend, saying that it was necessary to share his own experiences with me. He understood the pain of losing a mother. His had abandoned him when he was fifteen. Told him he and his sister were burdens and should've been aborted. Left them and their father to raise two month old Daniel while they were busy getting ready for college. No wonder they had been so quick to accept me. They knew what it was like to hurt. I didn't tell him, but I swore to myself then to take care of their family, to provide for and support them if they ever needed it. But I think they knew, because I never stopped loving them.

"Daniel didn't seem to care. He still gave hugs, couldn't care less if you didn't want him snuggling in your lap. You'd think I was describing a dog with the way he acts. He craved attention and contact. Still does. And yet, he is so fiercely loyal to people he loves. He acts like a dick most of the time, but he will jump to your defense when you need it. It's not a terrible quality, I guess. Heck, when I nearly got robbed this one time, Daniel sent the guy flying into a light post. He's taught me to stand up for myself and not to let others beat myself and others into the ground.

"Throughout my residency, if I needed a place to stay, Andrew and his family always lent me their guest room. This was the first time I truly felt wanted and needed. To be given a safe place, to be loved, to be adored. After a few years, Andrew gave me an offer I simply could not refuse. I could become his son. I could have a father. A legitimate father. A man who could look after me, who would tell me he loved me, who would do things with me, who understood where to draw the line. I could have brothers. They would annoy me at times, yes, but they would give me the clothes off their backs if I needed it. They would stand up for me. They would protect me.

"I said yes.

"They coaxed me into getting the help that I needed. I was terrified, obviously. I had tried a couple before but had felt it didn't work. My hospital was able to refer me to someone who I felt comfortable with. The sessions were difficult, and I had to plod through experiences I would have preferred not to bring up again. But every time I did, it felt like I was letting go of a dead-weight. And I could feel the change. People noted the change. I walked with my head up. I felt like I could smile more. I found myself accepting Daniel's affections, even accepting a brotherly kiss - which I enjoyed and returned. I opened up to my family, and furthermore, to my therapist. Then everything spilled. The nightmares, the trauma, the abuse. All were horrified to hear my story. I had to comfort Daniel in the middle of it. But... it was all for the better.

"I am a better person than I was as a child. The brooding, frustrated man dragging his ass through school found his own treasure to protect. I finally realized that all I really needed were people who could love me. When I found that, I knew I was home.

"And I wouldn't give it up for the world."


Edited at May 10, 2020 11:12 PM by Vennenum
{ V E N N E N U M } - Characters & RP InformationFebruary 9, 2018 12:17 AM


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The Basics
Pronounced en - die - mee - ehn
Male
2 autumns
Canis deius vulcanis

The Physicalities

Endymion has the typical Canis deius build of his element type. Supposedly, Endymion is supposed to be part of the fire sector. He stands at a height of 45"" at the shoulder, a tad smaller than Magi his age. Paws stretch 5"" across, each toe tipped with black nails. He has some muscular build, barely visible through his thick coat of fur.

Interestingly, Canis deius wolves are incredibly susceptible to genetic mutations, and Endymion is no exception. His claws are retractable.

Wolves of these species are meant to have bold, contrasting colors to display their magical prowess. Everything from their ears to their body to their eyes has some form of coloring. With lineages they claim come from the gods, Vulcan wolves take great pride in their colors and their variable abilities.

Endymion has none of that. Vulcan wolf fur is enhanced by magic and doesn't fare well without. His fur is uneven, unimpressive, and dulled further by its uninteresting shades of grey. Earthlings would call it a ""natural wolf gray"". His back is a speckled with dark gray hairs. It appears patchy, as if he's constantly moulting, leaving Endy sensitive to snide remarks regarding his fur.

His eyes are about the only source of color on his entire being. They shine a bold amber-gold.

The Mentalities

Endymion is very much a "Me, Myself, and I" guy. As a result, he comes off as impatient and arrogant. While he is physically capable, internally, he fights a war of insecurity and shame. Ashamed that he was a failure to his parents, ashamed of his childhood, and ashamed he has to be ashamed. And this constant negativity backfires onto those around him.

Growing up, he always looked after himself. Negligent parents, ashamed of their offspring, shunned him once he was weaned. It was their responsibility to make sure he could take care of himself. After that, they were done. Along with the abuses he suffered from the other cubs, it was only natural he withdrew into himself. The only one he could count on was himself.

Without the pack, Endymion had to focus on developing his own style. He is an excellent strategist, with the persistence and focus to keep propelling himself forward. Unfortunately, his teamwork could use a little polishing.


Edited at January 18, 2020 12:15 PM by Vennenum
{ V E N N E N U M } - Characters & RP InformationFebruary 9, 2018 12:48 AM


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INTERNAL SERVER ERROR



Alibi:
Refer to me as ERROR or ISE.
I am ASEXUAL.

Physicalities:
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Though he is mostly pale blue in color, ISE's appearance holds the colors of the world. Shades of blue stripe across his body, with a more turquoise colored arrow streaking down his back and to his tail. A green refresh arrow curls around his left hindquarter, and another green arrow wraps around his left foreleg. A fin like mark exists around his eye, bordered with red. A blue oval is planted on his forehead. His muzzle remains a dodger blue.

As he is merely a collection of nodes, ISE is impossible to touch or feel. Because of this, he can go through both objects and living creatures. Instead of experiencing any contact with him, the creature may instead feel a mild tingling or an electrocution from where ISE passed through, depending on the amount of voltage he is currently processing.

Persona:

ISE is indifferent to most everything. Whether its a celebration, a murder scene, or a conversation, his expression is stoic. He can be considered Artificial Intelligence, however, as he can produce sounds similar to words. Likewise, with this ability, he is able to transmit messages to any species he interacts with.


Edited at December 30, 2019 10:33 PM by Vennenum
{ V E N N E N U M } - Characters & RP InformationDecember 30, 2019 10:18 PM


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Plasma
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Scientifically, plasma is a state of matter where electrons have been stripped away from the atom's nucleus, leaving only a positively charged ion - often described as a gas molecule with charge. Electrostatic forces between charged particles are significant and determine the behavior of the particle, making allowing plasma to conduct electricity or produce magnetic fields. Examples of plasma include neon signs, flourescent light bulbs, and plasma TVs. Plasma is also the most common ordinary substance throughout the entire universe.

See, the universe was just a massive game to the gods. Subatomic particles -- protons, neutrons, electrons, photons, etc -- were just their building blocks. The game was simple. Build something. Some gods grouped together and built wondrous things. The Milky Way, the Andromeda Galaxy... Some gods competed to see who could build the biggest stars before they blew up. Other gods built things to build things. One god got creative and created revolving rocks with such glorious colors. One rock had a glowing, deep blue essence that some gods envied.

Plasma was created while the gods busily played their games, building their universe and pitting their creations against each other. Born from the remains of abandoned projects, she was filled with bitterness and envy of the emptiness of those forsaken stars. As the gods poured more love and effort into their ongoing efforts, her emptiness only grew until she felt only the need for destruction. She was going to be the light that caught everybody's attention.

But one day, as she wandered with destructive force spewing out of her, she came across the young God of the Blue Essence. He had found a way to create life! She watched, amazed, as his beloved creations lowered themselves to the ground at his Holiness. Her heart dropped as they destroyed each other, all for their love of this one God. Who loved him more? And who loved him the best? She wasn't unlike these mortal beings, despite the vast difference in lifespan. They were filled with such dire need for love, and so was she. And Plasma wondered: whatever created her, did it love her as much as this young God loved his people?

A tear fell from her eye. The shining drop enveloped the planet in radiant color. Immediately, Plasma found she could look into the minds of any organism and glean any information she so desired, from the smallest ant to the largest whale. She sensed their need for survival, to find resources, to find and continue life. Each network between organism was so complex and convoluted, Plasma wasn't sure how the young God had built this little blue rock. But it was absolutely gorgeous. How the green trees contrasted beautifully against the indigo sky, and how different animals utilized their abilities to suit their surroundings. This was not like anything she had ever seen. It certainly wasn't like the rest of the universe, all dustclouds, gases, and stars she had lit afire.

The young God was so happy to find someone who truly appreciated his creations. The other gods, not so much. Still resentful of not being the first ones to develop this oceanic blue marble, they tried their best to destroy it. Asteroids, meteors, solar flares, all descended upon this little blue stone. And Plasma took it upon herself to defend it. She used as much plasma as this little blue stone could hold, allowing it to permeate the atmosphere and burn off most of the harmful particles. The young God helped to fend off the rest of the attacks. Not knowing when the next assault would be, Plasma swore to her new friend that she would help protect his little blue stone. She would see to it that he and his creations had everything they needed.

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Plasma found that it was difficult to stay in one place. The environment on Earth was so dynamic that her powers here were unstable. She quickly found glass was a good way to keep her instability contained. She could use her plasma to easily heat up and change the shape of the glass, and so, she tried her best to introduce herself to the creations the young God loved most - the people. She quickly found they didn't like humanoid-shaped creatures who glowed. After a gunshot nearly punctured her glass, Plasma fled civilisation.

While recovering from her injuries, Plasma realized just how unstable she really was. She had caused a massive lightning storm from the puncture wound and destroyed much of the land. The forest she'd taken hiding in was blackened, the trees burnt into solid sticks of ash and charcoal. And in front of her lay the exposed and damaged den of a nursing wolf and her pups. Horrified by her actions, Plasma shifted her glass form into that of a canine and ran toward the den. Initially, Plasma saw nothing until she heard a strange sucking sound at the back of the den. Inside lay a lone pup, suckling desperately from the nipple of its unmoving mother. Her lightning strike had just barely entered the cave and struck the mother's face, killing her instantly. Most of the lightning must have been absorbed by the dirt, for the pup remained relatively unharmed. Only its fur remained spiked, static electricity discharging from it like a Tesla coil.

Her heart sank as she realised the consequences of her instability. An innocent pup nearly killed and a life needlessly taken because of her carelessness. She was going to have to care for this young pup -- it was the only way to pay her dues.

Edited at December 30, 2019 10:46 PM by Vennenum

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