Post by Kidney on Jul 20, 2017 0:55:00 GMT -8
Dewitt.
-Appearance
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Dewitt is about 6′ and on the thinner side. He wears a white rag over his eyes which is slightly showing signs of soaking with blood. He has weathered skin and hard bone lines on his face. He is light skinned, with very dark brown medium-long hair that is combed back.
Attire: He wears a basic tunic, a cloak of sheepskin and a rugged pair burlap pants with many stitches.
-Biography
Quirks- Self Loathing- “I am nothing but a monster. Nothing more. Everything less.”
Thick Blooded- “Your toxins do not scare me. Witch.”
Full: Dewitt, since he was young, was always getting hurt. Whether it was his fault or not never showed itself.
Born to a abusive father and killing his own mother before he ever retained a memory of her face, Dewitt hated every human being from birth. It wasn’t his fault, he only knew dad.
Soon, the effects of the abuse began cracking the mind of teenage Dewitt. He was kept from the world, homeschooled.
Dewitt only knew it as learning to do math while being beaten over the head with a ladle.
When he was grown, dad didn’t hit him anymore. But his stinging voice only criticized Dewitt for every move he made.
So, when dad got out the rifle and attempted to blow his brains out, Dewitt was ready.
The scuffle was brief, and soon dad got the upper hand. The knife was sharp, and brought immediate shock as dad drove it into Dewitt’s eye sockets. That didn’t stop him from driving his thumbs into his trachea.
Dewitt lived long after that, into his 20’s. Then, something happened. His blood ran cold. Soon, the innate occult powers deep within his blood flared into fruition.
The process was slow, agonizingly painful, and alien beyond compare. After the ordeal ended though, he gained something he longed for. Limited sight.
Dewitt now sees everything in red, the occult magics giving him rudimentary sight. Then, his blood became his conduit.
He now uses blood to cast spells, and sometimes, sees figures that no one else can see.
That’s what he thinks at least.
Misc. Notes: Dewitt almost always speaks calmly, even if he is scared or happy.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
The Rosebush
Made of blood, the branches of a rosebush excruciatingly rip out of the veins in his forearm and hands.
Blood Mist
A pollen-like miasma that irritates skin and distracts, comes through pores and does not come back
The Thorns Spite
Looking into eyes without bandage causes nausea and stomach pains
Armor: None
Other gear: Pockets packed with extra rags and a single pin
Strengths: Strong, calm under pressure, amazing with a violin
Weaknesses: Sight doesn’t allow hard investigation, is very scary, has a strong tendency to put women on a high pedestal, resulting in a resistance to harm them or speak to them in any way but formal and submissive.
-Appearance
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Physical Description: Dewitt is about 6′ and on the thinner side. He wears a white rag over his eyes which is slightly showing signs of soaking with blood. He has weathered skin and hard bone lines on his face. He is light skinned, with very dark brown medium-long hair that is combed back.
Attire: He wears a basic tunic, a cloak of sheepskin and a rugged pair burlap pants with many stitches.
-Biography
Quirks- Self Loathing- “I am nothing but a monster. Nothing more. Everything less.”
Thick Blooded- “Your toxins do not scare me. Witch.”
Full: Dewitt, since he was young, was always getting hurt. Whether it was his fault or not never showed itself.
Born to a abusive father and killing his own mother before he ever retained a memory of her face, Dewitt hated every human being from birth. It wasn’t his fault, he only knew dad.
Soon, the effects of the abuse began cracking the mind of teenage Dewitt. He was kept from the world, homeschooled.
Dewitt only knew it as learning to do math while being beaten over the head with a ladle.
When he was grown, dad didn’t hit him anymore. But his stinging voice only criticized Dewitt for every move he made.
So, when dad got out the rifle and attempted to blow his brains out, Dewitt was ready.
The scuffle was brief, and soon dad got the upper hand. The knife was sharp, and brought immediate shock as dad drove it into Dewitt’s eye sockets. That didn’t stop him from driving his thumbs into his trachea.
Dewitt lived long after that, into his 20’s. Then, something happened. His blood ran cold. Soon, the innate occult powers deep within his blood flared into fruition.
The process was slow, agonizingly painful, and alien beyond compare. After the ordeal ended though, he gained something he longed for. Limited sight.
Dewitt now sees everything in red, the occult magics giving him rudimentary sight. Then, his blood became his conduit.
He now uses blood to cast spells, and sometimes, sees figures that no one else can see.
That’s what he thinks at least.
Misc. Notes: Dewitt almost always speaks calmly, even if he is scared or happy.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons:
The Rosebush
Made of blood, the branches of a rosebush excruciatingly rip out of the veins in his forearm and hands.
Blood Mist
A pollen-like miasma that irritates skin and distracts, comes through pores and does not come back
The Thorns Spite
Looking into eyes without bandage causes nausea and stomach pains
Armor: None
Other gear: Pockets packed with extra rags and a single pin
Strengths: Strong, calm under pressure, amazing with a violin
Weaknesses: Sight doesn’t allow hard investigation, is very scary, has a strong tendency to put women on a high pedestal, resulting in a resistance to harm them or speak to them in any way but formal and submissive.