Post by Halcyon Watts on Sept 3, 2018 23:40:46 GMT -5
Full Name: Halcyon Sidney Watts
Nickname/Alias: Hal, Sid, three-legs, twitches, cur, various other derogatory names.
Age/Date Of Birth: 26, born February 29 1992
Race: Skinwalker
Occupation: Nothing useful.
Species Group: Creature.
Play-By: Ezra Miller
Abilities
Shape-shifting - He can change forms between a human form and a dog form, and is not bound to the moon's cycle, able to change anytime.
Infectious bite - He can turn someone into a skinwalker by biting them.
Enhanced Sense of Smell - Has a sense of smell far more enhanced than humans, and retains it even in human form. Effective up to 100 yards.
Super-hearing - His hearing is better then a human's, just like a dog.
Accelerated Healing - He is able to heal himself faster than a human can, though his arm has never grown back.
Enhanced Strength - Has far greater strength than the average human, but only in canine form.
Super Speed - In his dog form he can run and move faster than a human.
Weakness:
Silver - He can only be killed by a silver bullet or knife to his heart or head. Otherwise he can be injured by regular means, but will heal quickly.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Lychee flavored everything! All the lychee.
❤ Rabbit hearts
❤ Horror movies
❤ Trains
❤ Astronomy
❤ Horses
❤ Singing
❤ Close spaces; they make him feel safe.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Bear traps
✗ Carrots and pineapples
✗ Boats
✗ Fire
✗ Coins
✗ Turtles
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Drowning
☬ Cobras
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To find The One, his True Love.
Personality: His behavior is frequently erratic, and his is quite compulsive. Hal rarely hesitates on his actions, essentially lacking the inner voice that tells him "dude no this is a bad idea". It results in him frequently landing in trouble or fights. He has no filter on his mouth either, and says things as they come to mind. This makes it hard to have friends as it's far too easy for him to insult someone in the same breath he complimented them with. He's not entirely the brightest, though on rare occasions he may hit on a great idea.
Despite the lack of filters and control, he is extremely loyal to those he has taken a liking to (even if they're not exactly fond of him in return). He is also eager to please those he's grown attached to, and sometimes comes across as clingy. Easily excitable and frequently brimming with energy, he will constantly be grinning and laughing as he bounces about. He's incredibly weird and not always quite right in the head.
Rejection is hard for him to accept, and even though it cuts him deeply every time it happens, he'll still try to be accepted by the rejector. Because he's willing to accept everyone as they are, despite even glaring faults, and do what he can to be in turn accepted by them, he is often purposely blind to being used by others. It takes a lot for him to finally turn on someone. When he's having a downturn of his mood, you'll find him curled up in the smallest nook he can find, usually in dog form. He's always found a sense of safety to small closed off spaces, likely stemming from his past when cages meant nothing could get in to him.
When he flips from happy to sad, his sadness can be just as extreme as his normal happy state. Hal will for once not press himself upon people; instead, he will quietly accept their decision to either try and comfort him or ignore him entirely. It's the only time where he will remain quiet and docile, just staring blankly around and not really interacting with the world as he sits tightly curled up. Once it passes however, he will snap right back to his erratic flouncing annoying self.
Hal is also a bit of a sexaphile, and thoroughly enjoys being with basically anyone. He's not picky. He does tend to be destructive to his own body, frequently gnawing or scratching or picking at his limbs. These are all done in nervous expenditure of energy, and he doesn't even realize most of the time that he's doing it.
Traits
✧Loyal
✧Enthusiastic towards any task
✧Optimistic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Compulsive
✦Doesn't observe personal space
✦Self-destructive
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Parents: Ines and Eric Esters (foster parents), Deanna Watts (birth mother), father unknown (but probably his mother's asshole drug dealer)
Siblings: Jacques Esters (brother)
Other Family: none
Important Others: none at this time, but he's open for some.
History: He had a rough start to life, being born to a single mother who was in deep with a man who dealt with drugs. Hal was frequently ignored and left to his own devices, though he had to watch the man beat his mother when she failed whatever task she was given. One day when he was six, the man flew into another rage, this time grabbing Hal and bashing his head against a dresser to keep him out of the way as he "taught his woman a lesson". The fight escalated to the point that police were called, and upon their arrival they arrested the man and rushed Hal and Deanna to the hospital. His mother died the next morning, and he remained in hospital for several days due to his head injury. Once he had recovered, he still suffered neurological damage. It results in his head jerking violently to the left several times in a row, in short bursts throughout the day. It also affected his behavior, making him have erratic thoughts and actions beyond his control.
Out of the hospital, he was put into foster care. It was with the Esters that he met Jacques. The boy was 6 years older than Hal, and while he found the young boy with a twitchy head annoying at first, he soon found that Hal did whatever he asked so he kept him around as essentially a minion. Hal thought Jacques was so cool, and admired his strength and cunning. He would stick close to the older boy, following him blindly as he felt in his heart that they were true brothers. When he was 9 he developed restless leg syndrome, and had to contend with constantly feeling like things were crawling under his skin on top of his head's constant twitching.
When Hal was 11, Jacques decided he was going to run away from home. His parents, he felt, were too religious and stiff and wanted too much control over his life. He took Hal with him purely to spite his parents and because he figured the skinny kid would be useful. They crashed at several of Jacques's friends' places for a time, rarely staying more than a week. After a year, with several odd jobs and out stayed welcomes, Jacques managed to land a place for them to permanently live in a run down motel, on the wrong side of the tracks in a new city. It was the kind of place where questions weren't asked, so long as one had the money to pay rent. Hal thought it was all rather fine and dandy, thinking of it as one big adventure. He would stay home while his brother went out and made money and a name for himself on the street. As he grew older, Hal secretly began to venture out of the motel grounds to get to know the city, restless with being cooped up. One day, when he was 15, he chanced upon a dog that seemed to be behaving rather oddly. Before he knew it he had been cornered by the dog, and it lunged at him. It sank its teeth deep into his arm before running away. Confused and injured, Hal stumbled back home. He tended to his wound, panicking and calling Jacques to come back as quickly as he could. Upon getting home, his brother was angry to discover that Hal had been sneaking around behind his back, and had the stupidity to approach a rabid dog. He beat Hal that night, but when his wounds healed at a considerably freakish rate later, he began to fear Hal. He ended up locking him in the bathroom as he tried to decide what to do. Hal, feeling just as scared and confused, was shocked at the display Jacques was treating him to. Though his attention turned from his brother to himself when he discovered by accident that he could now turn into a dog. After he broke the door down in his new form in his fear, Jacques began to get an idea of how to further profit from his brother. Turning around and soothing Hal, he encouraged him to see the change as a gift to them both. Happy that he wasn't being rejected, Hal agreed. The discovery that he needed to eat hearts to survive happened by accident, when he got too hungry and broke out of the house, coming across and devouring a cat. He hadn't felt relief until he had eaten the heart, and once it clicked he informed his brother who then started to buy chicken hearts to sustain him.
The next few years saw Jacques turn quite a profit in dog fighting, using Hal to easily win matches. Hal felt kind of bad for fighting and often killing the dogs, but it won him favor with Jacques and at the time that seemed important to him. As time went on, he began to treat Hal more and more as just a dog, not a human. He grew greedy with the money and underground fame he pulled in from their victories, and he frequently kept Hal muzzled and in a cage. The skinwalker liked his cage; it kept him safe from the perceived cruelty of the outside world. For a time, Hal lost his human side, gaining the mindset of a dog. He was 21 by the time he finally began to pull back from those depths and realize that his brother wasn't treating him as right as he should be. In a fit of spontaneity, he decided it was time to strike out on his own! Though, he had no idea how he was going to do it. So he quietly watched and waited for a chance. It came soon enough, when Jacques returned to bring him out for another fight. Thrashing, he easily pulled free and quickly booked it away. No one had expected Hal to be one for such action, so he was able to dart out and away from the compound to freedom.
Hal wandered for a time, catching and eating small animals as he went to sustain himself on their hearts. It was during this time that he discovered his love for rabbit hearts in particular. He eventually found himself in a forest, and had a great time frolicking about and exploring everything he came across. Having spent most of his time as a skinwalker in the confines of the fighting pits, the nature setting was gloriously overwhelming to his enhanced senses. The jolly good times were however cut short as his right front paw landed in the middle of an old bear trap. He tried frantically to free himself, but couldn't get a good enough grip to pry it open in either form, and he had no idea how they worked beyond snapping shut. As impulsive as ever, he decided to do something drastic to save himself. Without hesitation, Hal chewed his own leg off, just above the elbow. The stump healed closed as he hobbled away, but he would never regrow the arm. Ever since, he has wandered aimlessly, hopping on trains with the other hobos, trying to find a place to call home, people to call friends, and someone to call his own. And maybe someone who can help explain just what he is, but mostly the former.
He spends much of his time as a dog, but will try to keep to human form when he is in places with lots of people around, and desires to fit in or otherwise interact with them. Slowly he's getting comfortable with being human again.
Alias: Lotus V1RUS
How did you find us?: Google
Experience: 10+ years
Other Characters: Ein, Roman, Corbin, Siofra, Osamu, Loren, Yaotl
RP Sample: Pressing his snout to the moss, Halcyon nosed about under it. Shoving a clump aside, he quickly snapped up a large beetle that tried to walk away. As it crunched in his teeth, his ears perked up at the sound of a grey jay calling nearby. Tail wagging, he bounced over to the tree the bird was perched in and looked up, stretching his single foreleg up the tree as he titled his head side to side. The small bird huffed and cheeped a warning down to the tan and white three legged dog, annoyed by his presence. Hal barked a few times, and the bird scoffed and took flight. Pouting as he sat down, the dog perked up as he caught the scent of something rotting.
He tracked the smell down, wondering what he was going to find. Stopping to take a drink from a stream, he continued until he came across the bloated, half eaten carcass of an elk, lying further upstream from where he had had a drink. Gagging as he realized he had drunken contaminated water, he quickly shrugged the horror off as he crept closer, tail and ears low as he eyed the rotting mess. He had to pause briefly as his head snapped to the left several times, the annoying tic he had sharing its opinion on the dead elk. In short order it stopped, and he finished making his way over. Lip pulling back from his teeth as the smell overwhelmed him, he couldn't help but want to take a bite. He found what looked like the least rotting bit and pulled a tiny strip off, giving it a quick chew and swallow. In short order the skinwalker gave a violent cough and brought it back up, spitting it out. Ew, no. Way past edibility. Shuddering, he circled around it a few times, before trotting away with his tail high. Time to go back to the town, maybe scrounge up some real food.
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