Name: Shastity "Shasi" Lim
Concept: “Extremely Unlucky Psychic”
Role: Villain/Dungeon Keeper
Age: 17
Sex and Orientation: Male, asexual | homo-romantic.
Appearance:
details: medium brown skin, brown-black hair, pale green eyes. 5’10”.
Personality: Shy at first, but once more comfortable with a person or group he gets… testy, to say the least. He’s sarcastic, mostly uncaring, and entirely uninterested in anything that won’t lead him to his goals in life… or to a fun time. He can easily be persuaded to join in on a group endeavour, but he won’t do anything involving others of his own accord. He doesn’t like to be alone, though he won’t seek out someone to be a confidante. He prefers the company of the cold-blooded--that is to say, his pet salamander.
Background: He saw his mother once a year at most, twice when things were going well. She was too busy making heads explode to visit him any time other than on his birthday (or more often, a few weeks after his birthday). He lived with his aunt, his father having long been absent from his life. His mother would tell him, once or twice, that she was just ‘too busy’ for a man, but that didn’t answer the question of where his father had gone. He’s still waiting on an answer for that, actually, though he isn’t likely to get it from his mother.
He was never interested in doing much of anything other than exploring and reading, so when the opportunity came up to do something else, he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea. World heart? Dungeon? Why would he care? In the end, his aunt had to convince him to go, more for her sake than his. He was starting to drive her crazy with his constant comings and goings, coupled with the days he never left his room at all.
And so, after his aunt promised it would be a ‘character building opportunity’ and a ‘way to honor’ his mother’s memory, he reluctantly left to go assist in building a dungeon.
Skills: He calls himself a psychic, even though he can’t read minds. He can feel, more than anything, an event that is going to happen… but only in relation to himself and the person nearest to him. It’s that useless kind of ability. If he’s going to trip, he’ll feel the fall before he actually does fall--though this never prevents him from not falling. On the rare chance that he does get a vision of the future, it always has to do with a misfortune involving him, and he can never avoid it. If he focuses and is not interrupted by movement or sound, he can temporarily disable a person (or animal) by overloading their brain with sensations, though his opportunities to do this tend to be few and far between. He’s useless with weapons, though he can fight hand to hand in an incredibly scrappy, self-taught manner, having practiced with friends but never actually training or having been in a real fight. He’s not entirely helpless--after all, he isn’t dead yet, but he can’t say he’s anything other than below average when it comes to fighting.
Equipment: An old set of armor belonging to his mother, refitted for him, and a staff that doesn’t do much of anything, though he doesn’t know how to use it correctly. He’s been told to use it to ‘channel his powers through’, but has taken that to mean ‘concentrate really hard on the jewel and hope something happens’.
Parent: His mother was Valerie Lim, a centuries old wraith of the not-terribly-attractive sort. She would do anything for any amount of money, fueled more by a sense of adventure than any knowledge of economics. She wouldn’t call herself a villain, but the thousands of families with lost loved ones would beg to differ. Valerie made it a point to visit her son every year on his birthday, and they got along quite well. He loved his mother, in a detached sort of way, and she loved him in the same way. Her sister hoped a son would tie her down, but the promise of distant lands and exotic enemies proved to be more enticing than being a maternal figure.
Inheritance: Vague psychic powers, and a suit of armor. He’s not terribly pleased with the armor--it’s been refitted for him, but it still looks exactly like it did when his mother once wore it. Still, he wears it to honor her memory… and because it was incredibly expensive, and waste not, want not.
Notes: His favorite color is blue, and his pet salamander is named Jia Li.
Concept: “Extremely Unlucky Psychic”
Role: Villain/Dungeon Keeper
Age: 17
Sex and Orientation: Male, asexual | homo-romantic.
Appearance:
details: medium brown skin, brown-black hair, pale green eyes. 5’10”.
Personality: Shy at first, but once more comfortable with a person or group he gets… testy, to say the least. He’s sarcastic, mostly uncaring, and entirely uninterested in anything that won’t lead him to his goals in life… or to a fun time. He can easily be persuaded to join in on a group endeavour, but he won’t do anything involving others of his own accord. He doesn’t like to be alone, though he won’t seek out someone to be a confidante. He prefers the company of the cold-blooded--that is to say, his pet salamander.
Background: He saw his mother once a year at most, twice when things were going well. She was too busy making heads explode to visit him any time other than on his birthday (or more often, a few weeks after his birthday). He lived with his aunt, his father having long been absent from his life. His mother would tell him, once or twice, that she was just ‘too busy’ for a man, but that didn’t answer the question of where his father had gone. He’s still waiting on an answer for that, actually, though he isn’t likely to get it from his mother.
He was never interested in doing much of anything other than exploring and reading, so when the opportunity came up to do something else, he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea. World heart? Dungeon? Why would he care? In the end, his aunt had to convince him to go, more for her sake than his. He was starting to drive her crazy with his constant comings and goings, coupled with the days he never left his room at all.
And so, after his aunt promised it would be a ‘character building opportunity’ and a ‘way to honor’ his mother’s memory, he reluctantly left to go assist in building a dungeon.
Skills: He calls himself a psychic, even though he can’t read minds. He can feel, more than anything, an event that is going to happen… but only in relation to himself and the person nearest to him. It’s that useless kind of ability. If he’s going to trip, he’ll feel the fall before he actually does fall--though this never prevents him from not falling. On the rare chance that he does get a vision of the future, it always has to do with a misfortune involving him, and he can never avoid it. If he focuses and is not interrupted by movement or sound, he can temporarily disable a person (or animal) by overloading their brain with sensations, though his opportunities to do this tend to be few and far between. He’s useless with weapons, though he can fight hand to hand in an incredibly scrappy, self-taught manner, having practiced with friends but never actually training or having been in a real fight. He’s not entirely helpless--after all, he isn’t dead yet, but he can’t say he’s anything other than below average when it comes to fighting.
Equipment: An old set of armor belonging to his mother, refitted for him, and a staff that doesn’t do much of anything, though he doesn’t know how to use it correctly. He’s been told to use it to ‘channel his powers through’, but has taken that to mean ‘concentrate really hard on the jewel and hope something happens’.
Parent: His mother was Valerie Lim, a centuries old wraith of the not-terribly-attractive sort. She would do anything for any amount of money, fueled more by a sense of adventure than any knowledge of economics. She wouldn’t call herself a villain, but the thousands of families with lost loved ones would beg to differ. Valerie made it a point to visit her son every year on his birthday, and they got along quite well. He loved his mother, in a detached sort of way, and she loved him in the same way. Her sister hoped a son would tie her down, but the promise of distant lands and exotic enemies proved to be more enticing than being a maternal figure.
Inheritance: Vague psychic powers, and a suit of armor. He’s not terribly pleased with the armor--it’s been refitted for him, but it still looks exactly like it did when his mother once wore it. Still, he wears it to honor her memory… and because it was incredibly expensive, and waste not, want not.
Notes: His favorite color is blue, and his pet salamander is named Jia Li.
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