Post by Pastel on Apr 11, 2010 11:32:16 GMT -5
Name: Pastel Parkreiner
Gender: Male
Age: 20
View: Outcast
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Animal: Common Lancehead
Species: Bothrops atrox
Appearance:
Body Length: 147.9 cm
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Appearance: "You're asking me to describe myself? It's obvious you've never met me before. Y'see, I'm a terrible narcissist... oh well. Here goes."
"I'm five-foot-seven, with sandy blonde hair... yes, complete with grit. Did I say narcissist? Did I? Oh well. I'm muscular, I suppose. But compact. Not very beefy. Some people say I'm slim, but that's probably because I can turn into a... well, more on that later. A thing."
"My ancestry is... muddled. I live in America, but for all I know, my ancestors could have come from England or Asia. My skin tone is white, either way. If you can call it white. It's more of a pinky/beige/fleshy color. Yeah, I'm real descriptive. Yesssss. My nose is also very small and quite flat. I'm proud of that. Don't ask why."
"My eyes? They're brown. Most of the time. Why most of the time? Shut up! I'll tell you in a minute! What do I wear? Not the same thing every day. Fine, I'll tell you now."
Personality: "So, you wanna know about me? Well, you're off to a good start. You're curious. I like that. Curiosity is what killed the cat, you know? I know that better than most. Are you sitting comfortably? Goooooood..."
"First of all, I'm a shifter. Yeah, like those others you've heard about. Sort of. I turn into a snake, it's true, but that's not all there is to my life. I'm a part-time bartender, waiter, deliveryman, any job I can find. One way or another, I pay my rent. And I keep my identity as a you-know-what secret. In a way, I'm kind of like those lot who call themselves The Hidden. Unlike them though, I'm not above using my very special... skills."
"You see, I'm an opportunist. If I see an opportunity, I grab it, quick as I can! Opportunities are rare these days, you know. Yesssss. Say, a person needs a bartender? I'll happily offer my services. Say, this person is rich? I'll gladly agree to serve them. Say, this person is suddenly murdered. Well now... oddly enough, my name is on their will. Though I grieve over their tragic loss, I find myself neatly compensated. It's a fair living, even if it does somewhat limit my social circle. Don't you agree?"
"But on the bright side, I guess, I don't seem to have any enemies. Why's that, you wonder? Well, with just one tiny bite, I can pump 124 mg of hemotoxin into your blood. As much as 342 mg, if I really get my fangs stuck in. Yeah. 62 mgs is all that's needed to kill an average human. Hopefully, that ought to give you some scale of what I'm capable of."
"It's not that I enjoy it... well... no, that's a lie. I do enjoy it. But I just sorta figure that since I can do these things, then I must've been meant to. Blame destiny. Blame my genes. Blame whatever. But we all have skills, y'know, to be used freely for our survival. So what's wrong with me... evening the odds a little? Life's an unfair game... "
History: "What? Where did I come from? Well, one day, this beautiful woman got knocked up, and then I was born. You want me to go into graphic detail? Go to hell. It's not like I remember!"
"Let's just skip the years after that, from me being aged 0 to age 13, since I doubt you want to hear about my childhood of wacky happy-go-lucky waterslide adventures. Around the age of 13, I discovered for the first time that I had the ability to transform into a snake. A very deadly one at that. Being a smart boy, I decided not to tell anyone that I was now a potentially dangerous reptile. And that turned out to be a very good idea. Why? Next thing I knew, the phenomenon was all over the news. And people didn't like knowing that they were living next door to creatures that could kill them on contact."
"Keeping my mouth shut, and my forked tongue behind my teeth, I was able to survive high-school without too much difficulty. Although I did make some very important discoveries during that time, discoveries about why spiking the school punch with venom was a bad idea. Aaaaaanyway. After a number of... suspicious incidents, my identity was starting to face jeopardy. So I moved out of my parents and set off into the world, timing my departure conveniently before anyone could ask for a blood sample."
"I moved to California, and things got a little easier. Keeping tabs on a population that large? Impossible. The government were out of their depth, and I was safe, for the time being. I started to settle down... and it was around that time that I thought, "hey, what if I used my talents to make money?" And so I did. For a snake that can climb, swim, and most importantly, think, there are many opportunities. Especially when you can kill pretty much anything with a single bite. Yessssss."
Weapons and Equipment: "Weapons? Now what would I need them for when I have venom? Well, I suppose the venom itself counts as a weapon, I guess. I can obtain it freely, and a liquid has so many uses. Especially if you know how to be a bartender. Like me."
