Post by Chai Tea Frapp on Jul 4, 2013 12:42:05 GMT -5
Name: Jester, The(Does not have a real name)
Age: Younger than the rulers, yet his records have not been kept to the public.
Appearance: Varies.(See Abilities)
Personality:Mostly a bland personality, but is very curious to new things.
-When its close to treatment time: When its near time for a treatment, Jester has been known to be more wild. With no real gender, hormones go out of whack. Jester becomes emotionally unstable and becomes more blood thirsty. Only ones he will listen to at that time is his Ruler, Damien, or Mother.
Likes & Loves: New things, a mask given to him by Mother.
-Unstable self: The sight of blood, playing tricks on people, music, 'dancing'. Can even be sexual but only to be rough. Especially sneaking into Albian Flux to mess with Astor. Even if he gets hurt in the process. Fighting, it gives a thrill.
Dislikes & Fears:Over emotional people, labs, testing, secrets.
-Unstable self: Sweets, boring fighters, Earth Element, when he accidentally kills his opponent.
Additional Information:The Jester has no real gender, so Jester is referred by he/she by the form Jester decides to take for the moment.
Weapon Info: The mask that Mother gave Jester is made from the bone of an ancient and extinct creature in Aeria. Jester can make it form into different weapons that hold different powers.
Abilities & Ability Info: (WIP)
-Jester has the power to rearrange his atoms. This allows him to go into different forms, and as a different gender or age form. But if younger the extra atoms are used and make weapons. This also leads to if Jester doesn't have the mask, equal exchange will take part of the body to create a weapon. Able to change DNA structure as well.
-Most of his weapons go into his element, which is air.
Physical
Handedness:Depends on the form.
Fitness:Depends on the form.
Allergies/Medical conditions: Has to have treatments for hormones every now and then. Otherwise if no recent treatments, extremly Bi-polar and hazardous to people.
~History of The Jester, to have different perspectives~
Wha.. Huh?.. Coming from a creation of darkness. Into a light feeling in my body. Little tickles from the bubbles going up around me, the only company in this darkness. Only to see their happy selves and green hues. Feeling a pulse through the water, and through my very veins. Occasionally hearing murmurs from somewhere in this darkness. One voice sounded so... Beautiful. These different things carried me back to sleep.
The birthing containment holding this subject started going haywire now. The lights on it were flashing and warning alarms were screaming in alert. Alert! Subject Jester is unstable! Assistance required IMMEDIATELY! A voice projected throughout The Cradle. Workers ran around in fits, unsure of what to do. The glass on the birthing containment started getting cracks. In the Panic a woman showed up. In her arrival the workers stopped in their tracks and grew silent. She walked up to the birthing containment and turned to the workers. After a pause she barked orders to them to get everything ready and let the subject out. It needed testing on.
Panicked voices and loud sounds made me wake. My chest was tight and my head hurt. What's going on?.. I don't understand.. Then it happened. Cracks filled the walls of my dark world. A loud crashing sound then light blinded me. A force pulled me and then slammed me. When my vision came back I was also gasping. My body was lurching out and caving in. Doing twists and reforming over and over. The pain was excruciating. People surrounded me trying to hold me still, someone's hand even went inside of me! Panic went through me and I started screaming. Then someone, a woman, came to me and slammed several needles straight into my chest. They were long, and thick black liquids were being injected into me. The edges of my vision started going red and reached form the woman, grasping her arm. She only smiled and leaned over, kissing my forehead. Sleep washed over me and darkness took me in. The last thing I saw was her face, the last thing I heard was a voice tell me 'Call me Mother..'.
For a month I went through what I believed was torture. 'MOTHER! WHAT DID I DO?! WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME THIS WAY?! WHY?!..' But what it was was tests. I went through tests that left me numb or passed out in the end. Workers trying to correct the failure.. Why didn't they just leave me to die? I didn't ask for this!
As the treatments were over, I was given an instructor. Teaching me about the world I was in. But the woman was a bore and I often mocked her and left. I've discovered how I could change myself. Playing tricks on the Instructor often, changed into her once, making a fool of her. In doing so she sent me away as a punishment, to walk around The Cradle. And then.. I saw her. 'Mother!' I called out and went to her. Venting, I told her how I hated the instructor. And deeper feelings came out. Asking why I was forced to live as this monstrous being.
Mother explained many things to me. First, I was some important person of this world. A key holder she told me. That my existence in Aeria was crucial to it. She told me many things that evening, excusing the instructor then. I spent the rest of the day with her. I even got her to smile by showing her how I could change, and little tricks I discovered I could do with the air. But for some reason.. I saw a glint of sadness in her eyes.
The day came when I had been cast off. My heart broke into many pieces when she told me the news. I had to leave. Telling me my role was in the zone Broodshire and not with her. Telling me I had to be mature and play my part of this world. Before my emotions went out of whack, I decided in a fury to get rid of them. It's for the best.. I convinced myself. So I shut my feelings away. This seemed to alarm her slightly, as she told me that I may visit when I wanted or needed. Was she trying not to hurt me?.. I only nodded and a place somewhere in me didn't want to be silenced. So after I had left, I would sneak away and visit. But I would always end up having to go back to Broodshire. Back to the darkness..
Age: Younger than the rulers, yet his records have not been kept to the public.
Appearance: Varies.(See Abilities)
Personality:Mostly a bland personality, but is very curious to new things.
-When its close to treatment time: When its near time for a treatment, Jester has been known to be more wild. With no real gender, hormones go out of whack. Jester becomes emotionally unstable and becomes more blood thirsty. Only ones he will listen to at that time is his Ruler, Damien, or Mother.
Likes & Loves: New things, a mask given to him by Mother.
-Unstable self: The sight of blood, playing tricks on people, music, 'dancing'. Can even be sexual but only to be rough. Especially sneaking into Albian Flux to mess with Astor. Even if he gets hurt in the process. Fighting, it gives a thrill.
Dislikes & Fears:Over emotional people, labs, testing, secrets.
-Unstable self: Sweets, boring fighters, Earth Element, when he accidentally kills his opponent.
Additional Information:The Jester has no real gender, so Jester is referred by he/she by the form Jester decides to take for the moment.
Weapon Info: The mask that Mother gave Jester is made from the bone of an ancient and extinct creature in Aeria. Jester can make it form into different weapons that hold different powers.
Abilities & Ability Info: (WIP)
-Jester has the power to rearrange his atoms. This allows him to go into different forms, and as a different gender or age form. But if younger the extra atoms are used and make weapons. This also leads to if Jester doesn't have the mask, equal exchange will take part of the body to create a weapon. Able to change DNA structure as well.
-Most of his weapons go into his element, which is air.
Physical
Handedness:Depends on the form.
Fitness:Depends on the form.
Allergies/Medical conditions: Has to have treatments for hormones every now and then. Otherwise if no recent treatments, extremly Bi-polar and hazardous to people.
~History of The Jester, to have different perspectives~
Wha.. Huh?.. Coming from a creation of darkness. Into a light feeling in my body. Little tickles from the bubbles going up around me, the only company in this darkness. Only to see their happy selves and green hues. Feeling a pulse through the water, and through my very veins. Occasionally hearing murmurs from somewhere in this darkness. One voice sounded so... Beautiful. These different things carried me back to sleep.
The birthing containment holding this subject started going haywire now. The lights on it were flashing and warning alarms were screaming in alert. Alert! Subject Jester is unstable! Assistance required IMMEDIATELY! A voice projected throughout The Cradle. Workers ran around in fits, unsure of what to do. The glass on the birthing containment started getting cracks. In the Panic a woman showed up. In her arrival the workers stopped in their tracks and grew silent. She walked up to the birthing containment and turned to the workers. After a pause she barked orders to them to get everything ready and let the subject out. It needed testing on.
Panicked voices and loud sounds made me wake. My chest was tight and my head hurt. What's going on?.. I don't understand.. Then it happened. Cracks filled the walls of my dark world. A loud crashing sound then light blinded me. A force pulled me and then slammed me. When my vision came back I was also gasping. My body was lurching out and caving in. Doing twists and reforming over and over. The pain was excruciating. People surrounded me trying to hold me still, someone's hand even went inside of me! Panic went through me and I started screaming. Then someone, a woman, came to me and slammed several needles straight into my chest. They were long, and thick black liquids were being injected into me. The edges of my vision started going red and reached form the woman, grasping her arm. She only smiled and leaned over, kissing my forehead. Sleep washed over me and darkness took me in. The last thing I saw was her face, the last thing I heard was a voice tell me 'Call me Mother..'.
For a month I went through what I believed was torture. 'MOTHER! WHAT DID I DO?! WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME THIS WAY?! WHY?!..' But what it was was tests. I went through tests that left me numb or passed out in the end. Workers trying to correct the failure.. Why didn't they just leave me to die? I didn't ask for this!
As the treatments were over, I was given an instructor. Teaching me about the world I was in. But the woman was a bore and I often mocked her and left. I've discovered how I could change myself. Playing tricks on the Instructor often, changed into her once, making a fool of her. In doing so she sent me away as a punishment, to walk around The Cradle. And then.. I saw her. 'Mother!' I called out and went to her. Venting, I told her how I hated the instructor. And deeper feelings came out. Asking why I was forced to live as this monstrous being.
Mother explained many things to me. First, I was some important person of this world. A key holder she told me. That my existence in Aeria was crucial to it. She told me many things that evening, excusing the instructor then. I spent the rest of the day with her. I even got her to smile by showing her how I could change, and little tricks I discovered I could do with the air. But for some reason.. I saw a glint of sadness in her eyes.
The day came when I had been cast off. My heart broke into many pieces when she told me the news. I had to leave. Telling me my role was in the zone Broodshire and not with her. Telling me I had to be mature and play my part of this world. Before my emotions went out of whack, I decided in a fury to get rid of them. It's for the best.. I convinced myself. So I shut my feelings away. This seemed to alarm her slightly, as she told me that I may visit when I wanted or needed. Was she trying not to hurt me?.. I only nodded and a place somewhere in me didn't want to be silenced. So after I had left, I would sneak away and visit. But I would always end up having to go back to Broodshire. Back to the darkness..
