Post by Shiloh Dubois on Mar 9, 2020 20:08:22 GMT -4
SHILOH DUBOIS
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Batty
Player Name: Quizzity
Faceclaim/Series: OC by me
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 1.15m (3ft9in.) (not including the ears)
Weight: 23kg. (~50 lbs).
Hair/Style: Covered head-to-toe in dark brown fur. Longer atop their head and on their back.
Skin/Scars: Face, ears, and wings are an even darker brown/almost black, and leathery to the touch.
Eyes: Beady black eyes.
Notables: Wings where their arms and hands should be. Long torso, short/stubby legs, short tail.
Player Name: Quizzity
Faceclaim/Series: OC by me
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 1.15m (3ft9in.) (not including the ears)
Weight: 23kg. (~50 lbs).
Hair/Style: Covered head-to-toe in dark brown fur. Longer atop their head and on their back.
Skin/Scars: Face, ears, and wings are an even darker brown/almost black, and leathery to the touch.
Eyes: Beady black eyes.
Notables: Wings where their arms and hands should be. Long torso, short/stubby legs, short tail.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Because Shiloh’s legs are really short compared to his torso, he has to awkwardly hobble or hop along. His wings are almost always clasped to his sides or in front of him. Bat wings are structured like a human’s arm and hand, though their “fingers” are much longer to accommodate the membrane of the wing. Unlike a normal bat, Shiloh’s thumb and index finger are normal human size, and unconnected to the membrane, giving them a very limited use of those two fingers. For anything that requires a lot of dexterity, Shiloh will elect to use their feet, which have thumb-like appendages in place of a big toe. (Think like… chimpanzee feet, but clawed.)
Shiloh prefers sleeveless shirts, since the membrane of their wings connects to their torso, and shorts (since their legs are stubby). Cargo shorts fit them like pants, normal shorts go down to their knees. Regardless of the bottoms they wear, they need to wear a belt, and a hole must be made for their stubby tail.
Shiloh’s ears are absolutely massive, rising a good 30 centimeters (or more) above their head. Completely furless, just like his wings. If Shiloh were to open his mouth, one would see sharp, pearly-white teeth.
Although Shiloh doesn’t speak very often, he is not shy. In fact, he is very curious, and he’ll often get very close to anything (or anyone) that strikes his interest. His most common vocalization is a series of clicks, but he has a wealth of inhuman vocalizations to choose from.
POSITIVE
✔ curious ✔ silly ✔ honest ✔ loyal ✔ imaginative
NEGATIVE
✖ gullible ✖ easily distracted ✖ a crybaby ✖ nosey ✖ absentminded
LIKES
✔ fruit ✔ games ✔ “Batty Backpack” (piggy-back rides) ✔ other mutants ✔ scritches ✔ the supernatural ✔ daydreaming
DISLIKES
✖ loud noises ✖ bright lights ✖ reading (he can’t) ✖ unfamiliar people ✖ not being allowed to use his quirk
Personality:
Shiloh’s an odd duck—that’s really the only way to put it. A dreamy, absentminded boy who takes more comfort in his own imaginings than in the company of his peers. His severe mutation, his inability to read or write, and his off-beat questions left him ostracized from his peers at a very early age—not that the boy seems to mind, though.
He’s often daydreaming, sometimes while just sitting around, sometimes while hanging upside-down. Periodically Shiloh will smile to himself, or mutter. The bat boy seems unflappable, but to write him off as “unemotional” would be inaccurate. Shiloh is easily moved to tears—something else that has made him unpopular with other boys his age. Shiloh most often cries about being called stupid—he’s actually incredibly shrewd and intellectual, periodically dropping “nuggets of truth”. But he can’t read or write, which a lot of children cite as proving that he’s stupid.
Shiloh’s a horrible liar. Sometimes he’s honest to a point of rudeness, but the boy hasn’t a mean bone in his body. His parents raised him to be incredibly polite. And although Shiloh is no longer in their care, he continues to be incredibly well-mannered. Some people might remark that he seems like an absentminded professor.
If anyone proves themselves to be “safe”, Shiloh is a very affectionate child. He’ll ask anyone who’s willing to play “Batty Backpack” with him (i.e. carry him so he doesn’t have to walk or use echolocation) and likely barrage them with offbeat questions.
Because Shiloh’s legs are really short compared to his torso, he has to awkwardly hobble or hop along. His wings are almost always clasped to his sides or in front of him. Bat wings are structured like a human’s arm and hand, though their “fingers” are much longer to accommodate the membrane of the wing. Unlike a normal bat, Shiloh’s thumb and index finger are normal human size, and unconnected to the membrane, giving them a very limited use of those two fingers. For anything that requires a lot of dexterity, Shiloh will elect to use their feet, which have thumb-like appendages in place of a big toe. (Think like… chimpanzee feet, but clawed.)
Shiloh prefers sleeveless shirts, since the membrane of their wings connects to their torso, and shorts (since their legs are stubby). Cargo shorts fit them like pants, normal shorts go down to their knees. Regardless of the bottoms they wear, they need to wear a belt, and a hole must be made for their stubby tail.
Shiloh’s ears are absolutely massive, rising a good 30 centimeters (or more) above their head. Completely furless, just like his wings. If Shiloh were to open his mouth, one would see sharp, pearly-white teeth.
Although Shiloh doesn’t speak very often, he is not shy. In fact, he is very curious, and he’ll often get very close to anything (or anyone) that strikes his interest. His most common vocalization is a series of clicks, but he has a wealth of inhuman vocalizations to choose from.
POSITIVE
✔ curious ✔ silly ✔ honest ✔ loyal ✔ imaginative
NEGATIVE
✖ gullible ✖ easily distracted ✖ a crybaby ✖ nosey ✖ absentminded
LIKES
✔ fruit ✔ games ✔ “Batty Backpack” (piggy-back rides) ✔ other mutants ✔ scritches ✔ the supernatural ✔ daydreaming
DISLIKES
✖ loud noises ✖ bright lights ✖ reading (he can’t) ✖ unfamiliar people ✖ not being allowed to use his quirk
Personality:
Shiloh’s an odd duck—that’s really the only way to put it. A dreamy, absentminded boy who takes more comfort in his own imaginings than in the company of his peers. His severe mutation, his inability to read or write, and his off-beat questions left him ostracized from his peers at a very early age—not that the boy seems to mind, though.
He’s often daydreaming, sometimes while just sitting around, sometimes while hanging upside-down. Periodically Shiloh will smile to himself, or mutter. The bat boy seems unflappable, but to write him off as “unemotional” would be inaccurate. Shiloh is easily moved to tears—something else that has made him unpopular with other boys his age. Shiloh most often cries about being called stupid—he’s actually incredibly shrewd and intellectual, periodically dropping “nuggets of truth”. But he can’t read or write, which a lot of children cite as proving that he’s stupid.
Shiloh’s a horrible liar. Sometimes he’s honest to a point of rudeness, but the boy hasn’t a mean bone in his body. His parents raised him to be incredibly polite. And although Shiloh is no longer in their care, he continues to be incredibly well-mannered. Some people might remark that he seems like an absentminded professor.
If anyone proves themselves to be “safe”, Shiloh is a very affectionate child. He’ll ask anyone who’s willing to play “Batty Backpack” with him (i.e. carry him so he doesn’t have to walk or use echolocation) and likely barrage them with offbeat questions.
HISTORY
Shiloh Dubois was born to a loving home in Paris, France. Although his mother died of sickness when Shiloh was very young, his father—a professor at a local university—rose to the occasion. Mr. Dubois, a man with the same quirk as his son, made sure that Shiloh was provided for. Education was always important to the boy, and his upbringing reflects this—he was read to and taken on day-trips long before he was enrolled in school. His father loved and doted on him.
And though Shiloh was promising and brilliant, he has always been unusual—unapologetically unusual. He couldn’t read or write, he thought in abstract ways and was always daydreaming in class. As such, his peers labeled him as “weird” and he was subsequently ignored.
Not that Shiloh minded. He immersed himself in fanciful, imaginary worlds of his own design, wiling-away the days playing his own, pretend games. And, so long as Shiloh was happy, his father never forced him to go beyond that comfort zone. He would help Shiloh explore every avenue of interest, and take him on more day-trips, and introduce him to like-minded children. It was a happy life.
Operative word, was.
One night, Mr. Dubois was returning home from a date—Shiloh was at home with a babysitter—and he crossed paths with an inebriated anti-quirker. There was no exchanging of words, no forewarning—the man drew his gun, fired two shots into Shiloh’s father’s gut, and left him there to die on that quiet, sleepy street.
An hour later, Shiloh’s father was found by passerby’s.
The murderer escaped into the night, and was never to be found again.
What to do with the now-orphaned child was hotly contested. His father had no living family—and while his mother did, they were all-but-estranged from Shiloh and Mr. Dubois. While the courts debated what to do with the boy, Shiloh was bounced from one temporary foster home to the next. Finally, a few months ago, it was decided that it would be best to give Shiloh to his estranged Japanese relatives. Estranged family was better than no family at all, in the eyes of the courts.
When Shiloh arrived in Japan, he was promptly surrendered. His mother’s family retrieved him from the airport, dropped him off at the orphanage’s gates, and drove away without a word. They knew that the child would have no hope of finding them. Shiloh was adrift—and rather than try his luck at a place where kids were sent to be forgotten (in his mind), he decided that he would try his odds on the streets.
And though Shiloh was promising and brilliant, he has always been unusual—unapologetically unusual. He couldn’t read or write, he thought in abstract ways and was always daydreaming in class. As such, his peers labeled him as “weird” and he was subsequently ignored.
Not that Shiloh minded. He immersed himself in fanciful, imaginary worlds of his own design, wiling-away the days playing his own, pretend games. And, so long as Shiloh was happy, his father never forced him to go beyond that comfort zone. He would help Shiloh explore every avenue of interest, and take him on more day-trips, and introduce him to like-minded children. It was a happy life.
Operative word, was.
One night, Mr. Dubois was returning home from a date—Shiloh was at home with a babysitter—and he crossed paths with an inebriated anti-quirker. There was no exchanging of words, no forewarning—the man drew his gun, fired two shots into Shiloh’s father’s gut, and left him there to die on that quiet, sleepy street.
An hour later, Shiloh’s father was found by passerby’s.
The murderer escaped into the night, and was never to be found again.
What to do with the now-orphaned child was hotly contested. His father had no living family—and while his mother did, they were all-but-estranged from Shiloh and Mr. Dubois. While the courts debated what to do with the boy, Shiloh was bounced from one temporary foster home to the next. Finally, a few months ago, it was decided that it would be best to give Shiloh to his estranged Japanese relatives. Estranged family was better than no family at all, in the eyes of the courts.
When Shiloh arrived in Japan, he was promptly surrendered. His mother’s family retrieved him from the airport, dropped him off at the orphanage’s gates, and drove away without a word. They knew that the child would have no hope of finding them. Shiloh was adrift—and rather than try his luck at a place where kids were sent to be forgotten (in his mind), he decided that he would try his odds on the streets.
