Post by Skell on Feb 6, 2011 23:32:10 GMT -5
(Skell )
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" Indifference? No. They must feel something... "
My thoughts exactly![/b]
If you have a dream, don't wait. Act.[/color][/center]
FULL NAME: Skell
NICKNAMES: Only affectionately referred to as Red.
GENDER: Female
AGE: 19
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
AFFILIATION: Neutral
CLASS: Pictomancer/Scholar (so… Magician maybe?)
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
HOME WORLD: Twilight Town
FACE CLAIM: The picture seen above was drawn by me. That picture was originally created for Skell’s purpose as a RP OC.
"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition."
[/b]Right... Did they ever pick the wrong guy for this one.inside[/color][/font][/center]
LIKES: Drawing (and the vast majority of arts), learning, fire, riddles and puzzles, and the occasional witty trick on someone for fun, and the color red.
DISLIKES: Deep water, swimming, the inability to resolve an issue eventually, self-centered and arrogant people, and ignorance.
STRENGTHS: Patience, wit and craftiness, fire spells, agility, and her pictomancing abilities.
WEAKNESSES: Water, defensive, the loss of her paintbrush, and emotional pleads (she can be sympathetic to more than just Nobodies depending on the situation).
WEAPON(s): First are Skell’s Paintbrush and Notebook, which I am including as one weapon because they are mostly used together:
Paintbrush: The paintbrush does not need to be held in order to be used. In fact, it can travel through the air on its own, containing a persona of its own sometimes. It can paint in thin air a clear picture or phrase, which replicates itself into a notebook that Skell keeps in her pack. It can be used to communicate with others; their words or their thoughts – the latter in only dire or intimate situations, and only if desired. The paintbrush, as Skell knows of now, cannot be used to harm. It can also help heal minor injuries, and treat more severe ones. If out of her sight, Skell cannot summon her paintbrush; it must return on its own due to it may be in use by someone who wishes to send Skell a message.
Notebook: Necessary to produce more difficult weapons of battle, and other difficult drawings into tangible, and sometimes conscious, items.
And then her Evil Eye Necklace: Given to her to rid of the evil eye in society, Skell has found that it takes its purpose to an inconceivable level by being able to cloak her, although it’s physically draining.
APPEARANCE:: Skell is petite, standing at five feet tall. She’s slender, and said to have a dancer’s physique. She has medium-length, thick, black curly hair, and deep, almost black-brown eyes. She wears a creme, short sleeved and slightly-above-the-knee high dress, but is most commonly found wearing a bold red, knee-high coat over it. She also wears black stockings and boots, which come up to the knee with laces and a slight heel. Skell is known to have a variety of scarves because she gets cold easily, most commonly wearing a red one. Her fingernails are a bold red in color, matching her coat; however, her hands she hardly shows anymore due to black wrist-length gloves she wears for protection from her experimentation and learning of fire magic.
PERSONALITY: Skell is a usually rational and deductive person, greatly enjoying the thrill of a game, puzzle, riddle. Because of this interest, she is very inquisitive in her actions. Despite her scholarly ambitions to learn more about the wonder that is a Nobody – a soul that lives and behaves, but yet has no heart – she is compassionate and warm at heart. But due to the nature of her study, trying to study beings who do not feel, she feels her emotions will only get in the way of her getting closer to learning about a Nobody society. Therefore, she attempts to not let her emotions get the best of her, and remains reserved for the most part. Skell feels as though she was born in the wrong city, because the empty and quiet streets of Twilight Town do not excite her, seeing herself more as a city girl, enjoying a fast-paced life. Sometimes her level of interest in Nobodies makes her believe that she should have been born one, but thinks it is too dangerous to even consider when she is in her right mind.
Skell also does not mind company, and is in fact welcoming to most, but can fair just fine on her own. To people she trusts, she is very loyal; however, in the face of excelling in her studies, her judgment may become foggy. And just as she gives people the benefit of the doubt, people have noticed her to be wholly respectful and true to her word.
In her spare time, she tries her best to submerge herself in the arts, another thing she can get overly excited about.
HISTORY: Ever since Skell first stumbled upon a Dusk when she was 17, and her eyes dwelled on the interesting notion of a “Nobody,” she has had an obsession with discovering more about them. Unknowledgeable of what they were, Skell asked her father about them, who responded with limited information. The idea that someone can cease to have a heart, but still exist, is intriguing to her. Even more so is that, if they can exist without a heart, then maybe there is a way to live as humans do – to live as though they are not “heartless.” In trying to conduct her own research and study, she found she really only encountered a race known as Heartless, and only ever observed them from afar. She deduced that the Heartless must be a connection between Humans and Nobodies, in that Heartless were no where near human or humanlike, but are manifestations of pure darkness.
So, for at least a year, Skell has been lurking around Twilight Town for the mere sight of a Heartless or Nobody. She hoped to conduct actual case studies as her curiosity peaked, and her knowledge became vaster. It wasn’t until she saw, for just a split second, a figure in a black trench coat disappear into a dark portal that she knew she had spotted a Nobody. This sighting was like a drug to Skell, as she felt driven to pursue this curiosity more. In order for Skell to learn more about Nobodies, and to test her theories about the heart, she needed to get closer to them. To be able to interact with them, talk with them if they could. She needed to learn to live as they do, to find a way to submerge herself into their culture and society... if they truly had one.
She went to her father to see if he knew of any possible way to get more in tune with Nobodies, which he promptly turned down, claiming it was all dark magic. But Skell’s curiosity, getting the best of her, didn’t allow her to stop there. She would look into her father’s old scripture books, and go to him for questions, sure not to ask about dark magic in a blunt way. As much as he was unwilling about propelling Skell’s interest in darker wonders of Nobodies, he loved seeing her happy. It started with him teaching her how to harness the energy within her heart, and from there she was able to learn how to conjure fire. He said it would be a long time before she could do more than conjure it – manipulating took practice and a greater will of heart. She could do it only all right, and even then it was draining.
As her interest heightened still, her father presented her with a paintbrush and a notebook. He showed her that the notebook was endless, and that there would always be a new page, and of all the things she’s drawn she could easily find at will. This notebook, however, would act uniquely to her and her willpower, such that no one else could view her work without her willing. The brush and notebook, he explained, were purchased from a peddler many years ago, when he was younger and more of a self-proclaimed artist himself. He bought them with innocent, artistic ambitions in mind, but soon set it down once he realized what he could do with them. He perceived it as some dark magic, but trusts that his daughter will utilize them for the sake of knowledge.
Yet with all the help from her father, Skell never uttered a word to him, nor anyone else, about the dreams she’d been having. Nobodies, dancing around in her brain. After the sighting with the dark portal, she proceeded to see cloaked Nobodies in her dreams. Some days, they were very clear. Some days she could make out faces in, and upon waking up she’d draw them down in her notebook. After her father gave her the magical paintbrush and notebook, she’d attempt to materialize them. They never worked, even though she felt as though she saw them enough. Dreams weren’t enough.
Skell knew she needed to get closer, and in order to do that she needed to self-improve. She worked on containing her emotions, for if she is to serve almost as a spy in a society of Nobodies, surely she cannot let her emotions get a choke-hold on her.
You can come here and see me anytime.
[/b]I'll always be right here.[/color]
hello, my name is Skell and i am of the
female species. i am 19 and i have one
year experience and i found this site on I Felt Heartless.
you can contact me by PM or
another character that is to be determined....
Light and Darkness are eternal.[/b]
Nothing probably goes on forever too.[/color]
(I know roleplaying is in 3rd person, but I felt this would also help to understanding the personality and psyche of my character).
Everyone thought I was crazy. I thought I was crazy for a while, too. Thought I had read just a piece of well-written, convincing fiction. Until I saw it happen…
The body being engulfed by a swirling orb of darkness... it was like nothing I had ever seen before. It seemed so unreal, just like it was out of a work of well-written fiction. I knew no one would believe me then, no. But I didn’t care. I still don’t care. It’s intriguing to me, and I need to figure out why.
Why? Why is it that I find this cloaked figure to be so captivating? So alluring? So curious? Why is it that after I saw it, I had nearly a hundred images immediately beginning to swirl in my head? Out of my pencil came nearly a dozen faces of creatures resembling the Dusks – as my father called them – and more of that hooded man. I didn’t know anything about these, these things, but wanted to know so much about them. I’d show those drawings to my friends, family, and ask them, “Does this look familiar to you?”
“No, but you’re improving in your work. Too bad life as an artist won’t get you anywhere, but that imagination might.”
I digress.
Since the day I saw the trenched figure and the swirling, dark window, I was known as the girl who drew, read, and tinkered. If people talked to me, I’d gladly engage, but I wouldn’t delve into details.
“Hey Skell, so what’re you up to nowadays?”
“Oh, you know, just trying to educate myself.”
“Still drawing?”
“Yeah, and reading. Hey, mind if I ask you something?”
“Well, sure.”
“What would you say if I told you we could exist without a heart?”
“Well, then I’d say we’d all be your uncle.”
They’d chuckle. I’d smile just to humor them. But I knew I was alone in this mission. Or at least, of people I could find.
One day my father surprised me with a gift. He presented me with a paintbrush and notebook that he purchased in his younger years from a merchant. I could draw familiar things to me, and with a stroke of my paintbrush they’d materialize right before my eyes! And it even had a mind of its own sometimes! A cute thing to see, a hovering paintbrush, painting my thoughts out in front of me. I brought it to my father and asked him to think of something he wanted to tell me once I got in the other room. I opened my notebook once I was there, and before me words started to scrawl themselves onto the page. I went back to him and showed him the page, to confirm, and he could only look at me in bewilderment. We also found it worked the other way around – if I wrote something in the notebook, the paintbrush would replicate it on the air in front of him.
But of course there were limitations. I couldn’t, for example, bring the figures I had seen in my dreams to life, but I could duplicate myself. It was uncanny, how lifelike it was. My father couldn’t tell us apart, and it retained my fear of deep water. I found I could touch my replica without it disappearing, but a punch would make it disappear, without any harm to myself. Also, with a wave of my hand and my will, my replica would disappear. I found that smaller, lifeless objects were easier to materialize than conscious or humanlike drawings.
I soon learned how to manipulate fire; yet why I couldn’t summon it is beyond me.
I keep a record of all my work in preparation for seeking out the Nobodies. The visual progress is exciting – yet I don’t know enough. I need to learn more…
I need to test my hypothesis: if they lack a heart, can they not feel as well? Or is that just confirmation bias they may be living under? I need to find out more about Nobodies and that cloaked figure, and somehow submerge myself within their society. Become one of them undetectably, without losing my own heart nor being targeted. And maybe, if I can become their friend… now wouldn’t that be something great!
Everyone thought I was crazy. I thought I was crazy for a while, too. Thought I had read just a piece of well-written, convincing fiction. Until I saw it happen…
The body being engulfed by a swirling orb of darkness... it was like nothing I had ever seen before. It seemed so unreal, just like it was out of a work of well-written fiction. I knew no one would believe me then, no. But I didn’t care. I still don’t care. It’s intriguing to me, and I need to figure out why.
Why? Why is it that I find this cloaked figure to be so captivating? So alluring? So curious? Why is it that after I saw it, I had nearly a hundred images immediately beginning to swirl in my head? Out of my pencil came nearly a dozen faces of creatures resembling the Dusks – as my father called them – and more of that hooded man. I didn’t know anything about these, these things, but wanted to know so much about them. I’d show those drawings to my friends, family, and ask them, “Does this look familiar to you?”
“No, but you’re improving in your work. Too bad life as an artist won’t get you anywhere, but that imagination might.”
I digress.
Since the day I saw the trenched figure and the swirling, dark window, I was known as the girl who drew, read, and tinkered. If people talked to me, I’d gladly engage, but I wouldn’t delve into details.
“Hey Skell, so what’re you up to nowadays?”
“Oh, you know, just trying to educate myself.”
“Still drawing?”
“Yeah, and reading. Hey, mind if I ask you something?”
“Well, sure.”
“What would you say if I told you we could exist without a heart?”
“Well, then I’d say we’d all be your uncle.”
They’d chuckle. I’d smile just to humor them. But I knew I was alone in this mission. Or at least, of people I could find.
One day my father surprised me with a gift. He presented me with a paintbrush and notebook that he purchased in his younger years from a merchant. I could draw familiar things to me, and with a stroke of my paintbrush they’d materialize right before my eyes! And it even had a mind of its own sometimes! A cute thing to see, a hovering paintbrush, painting my thoughts out in front of me. I brought it to my father and asked him to think of something he wanted to tell me once I got in the other room. I opened my notebook once I was there, and before me words started to scrawl themselves onto the page. I went back to him and showed him the page, to confirm, and he could only look at me in bewilderment. We also found it worked the other way around – if I wrote something in the notebook, the paintbrush would replicate it on the air in front of him.
But of course there were limitations. I couldn’t, for example, bring the figures I had seen in my dreams to life, but I could duplicate myself. It was uncanny, how lifelike it was. My father couldn’t tell us apart, and it retained my fear of deep water. I found I could touch my replica without it disappearing, but a punch would make it disappear, without any harm to myself. Also, with a wave of my hand and my will, my replica would disappear. I found that smaller, lifeless objects were easier to materialize than conscious or humanlike drawings.
I soon learned how to manipulate fire; yet why I couldn’t summon it is beyond me.
I keep a record of all my work in preparation for seeking out the Nobodies. The visual progress is exciting – yet I don’t know enough. I need to learn more…
I need to test my hypothesis: if they lack a heart, can they not feel as well? Or is that just confirmation bias they may be living under? I need to find out more about Nobodies and that cloaked figure, and somehow submerge myself within their society. Become one of them undetectably, without losing my own heart nor being targeted. And maybe, if I can become their friend… now wouldn’t that be something great!
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