Post by threnody on Jan 17, 2019 3:26:31 GMT -4
THRENODY
BASIC INFORMATION
Real Name: Taroko Kiramaru
Player Name: Eris
Faceclaim/Series: Alucard (female)/Hellsing
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Villain
Height: 1.5m
Weight: 50kg
Hair/Style: Straight, long, black, glossy, but can vary.
Skin/Scars: Pale, perfect complexion, but can vary.
Eyes: Red, large, reflective, but can vary.
Notables: Technically a pile of flesh and eyes. Insists otherwise.
Player Name: Eris
Faceclaim/Series: Alucard (female)/Hellsing
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Villain
Height: 1.5m
Weight: 50kg
Hair/Style: Straight, long, black, glossy, but can vary.
Skin/Scars: Pale, perfect complexion, but can vary.
Eyes: Red, large, reflective, but can vary.
Notables: Technically a pile of flesh and eyes. Insists otherwise.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance: When she wakes up, Taroko has to decide what she wants to look like for the day, but- until she does- she has a consistent appearance- and for that very reason, it is extremely rare for anyone to see her looking this way. Her consistent appearance- the one she associates with herself most closely- is a younger girl, around fifteen, with perfect pale skin, long and glossy black hair- straight as a rod- and with a mostly underdeveloped form. She adopted and cemented the form around the time she began using her quirk frequently, as a touchstone to retain a sense of self. This appearance is based on her guess on what she'd look like if she'd grown up naturally without her quirk. She is of average height for a post-pubescent female and average weight as well, making it very easy to adapt to a less conspicuous appearance if needed.
POSITIVE
✔ Imaginative
✔ Charismatic
✔ Skilled Manipulator
✔ Adventurous
NEGATIVE
✖ Amoral
✖ Arrogant
✖ Sadistic
✖ Arrogant
✖ Cowardly
✖ Arrogant
LIKES
✔ Flattery
✔ Fear
✔ Crepes (sweet)
DISLIKES
✖ Authority
✖ Stupidity
✖ Savory Crepes (abominations)
Personality: Taroko's personality is very distinctly deviant and spurred by the sense of freedom and immortality that her quirk permits her. To someone who can go anyplace, be anything, the temptation to feel unbeatable is not only palpable, but- in Taroko's case- irresistible. Playful and openly friendly when at ease, the switch to dangerous and violent is oftentimes imperceptible, masked in smiles and laughter and only truly revealed in the edge that develops in her eyes.
Taroko is the sort of person who will push and push and push an advantage and vanish the instant the tables turn. She feels no need to fight fair, has no real concept of mercy, cares nothing for honor, and takes open delight in inflicting pain and causing fear. She tends to spare her victims not because she hasn't the heart to kill but because she prefers to check in on them wearing other faces and see the impact she's had on her victims.
Privately, she delights in wearing other faces and exploring what the world has to offer. She doesn't consider the reputations of her masks her own- they are as disposable as the faces themselves. Only her true face and the name Threnody carry important reputations in her eyes- and the one she keeps to herself. [/font
POSITIVE
✔ Imaginative
✔ Charismatic
✔ Skilled Manipulator
✔ Adventurous
NEGATIVE
✖ Amoral
✖ Arrogant
✖ Sadistic
✖ Arrogant
✖ Cowardly
✖ Arrogant
LIKES
✔ Flattery
✔ Fear
✔ Crepes (sweet)
DISLIKES
✖ Authority
✖ Stupidity
✖ Savory Crepes (abominations)
Personality: Taroko's personality is very distinctly deviant and spurred by the sense of freedom and immortality that her quirk permits her. To someone who can go anyplace, be anything, the temptation to feel unbeatable is not only palpable, but- in Taroko's case- irresistible. Playful and openly friendly when at ease, the switch to dangerous and violent is oftentimes imperceptible, masked in smiles and laughter and only truly revealed in the edge that develops in her eyes.
Taroko is the sort of person who will push and push and push an advantage and vanish the instant the tables turn. She feels no need to fight fair, has no real concept of mercy, cares nothing for honor, and takes open delight in inflicting pain and causing fear. She tends to spare her victims not because she hasn't the heart to kill but because she prefers to check in on them wearing other faces and see the impact she's had on her victims.
Privately, she delights in wearing other faces and exploring what the world has to offer. She doesn't consider the reputations of her masks her own- they are as disposable as the faces themselves. Only her true face and the name Threnody carry important reputations in her eyes- and the one she keeps to herself. [/font
HISTORY
The day her quirk developed was the worst day of Taroko's life.
As a young child, Taroko was as cheerful and full of light and laughter as any young child. Her parents loved her, her family doted on her, and her pretty long hair was the envy of every mother who saw her. She was clever, and her imagination had no bounds. And, the moment her quirk developed, her life spiraled out of control.
For someone so young, the development of her quirk was absolutely catastrophic. Her parents heard her crying as though through an aquarium, and went into her room to find not their pretty little baby girl, but a dark, amorphous mass of flesh, eyes and crying mouths that kept trying to pull itself back together and just couldn't. Her quirk was one that required tremendous amounts of mental strength and understanding and at her young age, she simply didn't have it. It would take months to learn to take a roughly human form again- years to look like herself again, and even then, she wasn't sure if she got it right. Her parents withdrew her from preschool and registered her as home-schooled, but in truth, nothing of the sort happened. She was kept in her room- a lock wasn't necessary, because she couldn't yet form hands to open the door- fed and kept entertained by a television. The remote, she could manipulate clumsily by biting or pushing at it with psuedopods, and she watched endless amounts of nature documentaries and live action television shows, fighting to replicate the shapes and bodies she saw there. Over time, she slowly coaxed her form back into the rough, tar-baby approximation of a child, and improved on the design with skin, eyes, nose, hair, hands, limbs, face, piecemeal recreating a human form. The first time her parents saw her looking like herself again, they cried in relief. The second, they started to criticize.
It was never good enough. She wasn't the right age, or the right height, or the right skin tone, or her hair was wrong. There was always something she needed to fix, and only her mother ever had kind words for her- all of them two-faced and designed to push her to redesign herself to be even prettier, even more perfect. Her father wouldn't even speak to her in more than grunts or monosyllables. She'd been his pride and joy, but the moment he saw her as little more than a mass of flesh, she became little more than an embarrassment.
When Taroko realized her parents had long since lost whatever love they'd had for her, she saw no reason to remain nearby longer than necessary. She took a year to study television shows, to master a few new forms and faces, to perfect the trick of mimicking clothing, and then left home. The outside world proved far, far more interesting than the confines of her little room, and with the stultifying duplicitous actions of her parents in the past, she was finally free to do- and be- whoever she wanted.
And who she wanted to be was Threnody.
Taroko became enamored with power the first time she pulled a prank on a couple in the park she was sleeping in, lurching at them as she extended her neck outwards like a ghost from the local folk stories. They panicked and ran, leaving the girl laughing in their wake, delighting in the realization that she could easily inflict terror on people by mimicking ghost stories. In time, some local thugs- tired of getting made to look like little bitches with their girlfriends- got the idea that it might be someone with a quirk scaring them all, and started hunting around the park. Finding Taroko, they proceeded to attack her, intent on taking their revenge.
It didn't turn out well for them.
With a new taste for inflicting pain as well as fear, Taroko relocated, more aware now of the danger of using anything similar to her "personal" form in public- and all the more delighted in the sadistic tricks she could play on the unaware.
As a young child, Taroko was as cheerful and full of light and laughter as any young child. Her parents loved her, her family doted on her, and her pretty long hair was the envy of every mother who saw her. She was clever, and her imagination had no bounds. And, the moment her quirk developed, her life spiraled out of control.
For someone so young, the development of her quirk was absolutely catastrophic. Her parents heard her crying as though through an aquarium, and went into her room to find not their pretty little baby girl, but a dark, amorphous mass of flesh, eyes and crying mouths that kept trying to pull itself back together and just couldn't. Her quirk was one that required tremendous amounts of mental strength and understanding and at her young age, she simply didn't have it. It would take months to learn to take a roughly human form again- years to look like herself again, and even then, she wasn't sure if she got it right. Her parents withdrew her from preschool and registered her as home-schooled, but in truth, nothing of the sort happened. She was kept in her room- a lock wasn't necessary, because she couldn't yet form hands to open the door- fed and kept entertained by a television. The remote, she could manipulate clumsily by biting or pushing at it with psuedopods, and she watched endless amounts of nature documentaries and live action television shows, fighting to replicate the shapes and bodies she saw there. Over time, she slowly coaxed her form back into the rough, tar-baby approximation of a child, and improved on the design with skin, eyes, nose, hair, hands, limbs, face, piecemeal recreating a human form. The first time her parents saw her looking like herself again, they cried in relief. The second, they started to criticize.
It was never good enough. She wasn't the right age, or the right height, or the right skin tone, or her hair was wrong. There was always something she needed to fix, and only her mother ever had kind words for her- all of them two-faced and designed to push her to redesign herself to be even prettier, even more perfect. Her father wouldn't even speak to her in more than grunts or monosyllables. She'd been his pride and joy, but the moment he saw her as little more than a mass of flesh, she became little more than an embarrassment.
When Taroko realized her parents had long since lost whatever love they'd had for her, she saw no reason to remain nearby longer than necessary. She took a year to study television shows, to master a few new forms and faces, to perfect the trick of mimicking clothing, and then left home. The outside world proved far, far more interesting than the confines of her little room, and with the stultifying duplicitous actions of her parents in the past, she was finally free to do- and be- whoever she wanted.
And who she wanted to be was Threnody.
Taroko became enamored with power the first time she pulled a prank on a couple in the park she was sleeping in, lurching at them as she extended her neck outwards like a ghost from the local folk stories. They panicked and ran, leaving the girl laughing in their wake, delighting in the realization that she could easily inflict terror on people by mimicking ghost stories. In time, some local thugs- tired of getting made to look like little bitches with their girlfriends- got the idea that it might be someone with a quirk scaring them all, and started hunting around the park. Finding Taroko, they proceeded to attack her, intent on taking their revenge.
It didn't turn out well for them.
With a new taste for inflicting pain as well as fear, Taroko relocated, more aware now of the danger of using anything similar to her "personal" form in public- and all the more delighted in the sadistic tricks she could play on the unaware.
