Post by Golldfish on May 14, 2015 18:04:36 GMT -7
Name: Vels
Age: 56
Species: Shapeshifter
Gender: Fluid, though uses male pronouns unless his form is female.
Magic/Weapons: No weapons, but in addition to his shapeshifting abilities, he has accelerated healing.
Physical Description: Though he generally adopts a humanoid image, Vels can mimic just about anything he can think of. The more often he takes a form, the easier it is for him to create detail, so he has a few shapes that have become his regulars. He long ago forgot what he originally looked like, though he does have one form he tends to default to. That form is a male human, with a tuft of blond hair shaved at the sides, a light build with soft facial features, and as little clothing as his present company will stand. He also uses the female version of this form frequently as well, and since he takes forms of any gender, he has a more relaxed approach to his own. He does inhabit male forms more frequently than female, but is by no means exclusive to either. He has ever-present black lines around his neck, wrists, and ankles on any form he takes, and that remains the only part of him whose color or shape he cannot alter. He can mimic others specifically, although unless he knows the person well he cannot get the details right and often ends up like the fun-house mirror version of whoever he is copying. He can shift clothing as easily as he can fur, feathers, or scales, though he still has the same trouble with detail that any of his shapeshifting has, so most of the time he wears very plain clothes if he has to wear them at all.
Personality: Vels craves the company of others the same way he craves oxygen. He loves people with a passion he does not fully understand. He seeks out their imperfections, their frustrations, their pleasures and joys, and jumps at any opportunity to push people’s limits. One of his favorite pastimes is to act as a catalyst to conflict, as long as it is at heart non-violent. Though he does enjoy watching a good drama unfold before him, he will never intentionally instigate violence, and is opposed to using force to accomplish anything. He has never used a weapon, and is so against the idea that he will resort to any other means to resolve issues. Vels’s memory is a constant source of stress for him. He struggles with it, both long-term and short. This not only makes it harder for him to mimic things, but makes it difficult for him to develop any kind of meaningful relationship with others. To combat this, he tries to fill his life with thrill and beauty in the hopes that he will remember enough to look back on when he is alone. Being alone is Vel’s biggest fear, and though he cannot remember much about his life, he remembers the loneliness. Vels sees people as temporary distractions, albeit pleasant ones. This causes him to be unsympathetic at time, and he can sometimes come across as callous or uncaring. He is very slow to anger, and quick to forgive.
History: Vels was born on Itir, a small planet fourth in line from the sun on an otherwise lifeless solar system. He grew up in the industrial city of Solbridge, one that was renowned for its scientists and philosophers. His mother was an esteemed biologist on a team researching the Itiran’s innate healing abilities and cataloguing their species physiology. When Vels was old enough, he joined a budding division that turned its gaze to the stars. They theorized that life was out there, and it was their goal to bring it to them. Using his mother’s research, Vels’ team put together a beacon, telling about their species, their planet, information that they knew about their universe. They broadcast it into space and with hopeful hearts they continued their studies. One short year later, their message was answered. They came with ships massive enough to blot out the sun, and were not delicate in their extraction. Aliens had indeed received the signal, and had sought out the Itirans for their healing abilities. The invaders were called the Hadaraxi, and they were a collective band of nomadic warriors who were on the verge of a genetic manipulation breakthrough. In their quest to breed better soldiers and scouts they found themselves halted in their experiments- their soldiers kept dying before the alterations could take effect. So they came to Itir, and in a matter of days they had subdued the entire population. Vels and many others from his Itir were taken to the main ship, where they were experimented upon. For Vels, that came in the form of altering his very genetic makeup, and after three years he had gained his shapeshifting abilities. The process wrecked havoc on his memories and his body. He was still a long way from where they wanted him to be, but Vels was at his breaking point. Using his newfound abilities, he managed to escape on one of their outbound ships, and found himself docked at a central hub for many space faring worlds. He lied his way onto ship after ship, getting as far away from his decimated homeworld as he could. The invaders sent bounty hunters out after him, and for nearly thirty years he wandered space alone. Most days he couldn’t remember why he was running, but something seemed to always spur him further.
Age: 56
Species: Shapeshifter
Gender: Fluid, though uses male pronouns unless his form is female.
Magic/Weapons: No weapons, but in addition to his shapeshifting abilities, he has accelerated healing.
Physical Description: Though he generally adopts a humanoid image, Vels can mimic just about anything he can think of. The more often he takes a form, the easier it is for him to create detail, so he has a few shapes that have become his regulars. He long ago forgot what he originally looked like, though he does have one form he tends to default to. That form is a male human, with a tuft of blond hair shaved at the sides, a light build with soft facial features, and as little clothing as his present company will stand. He also uses the female version of this form frequently as well, and since he takes forms of any gender, he has a more relaxed approach to his own. He does inhabit male forms more frequently than female, but is by no means exclusive to either. He has ever-present black lines around his neck, wrists, and ankles on any form he takes, and that remains the only part of him whose color or shape he cannot alter. He can mimic others specifically, although unless he knows the person well he cannot get the details right and often ends up like the fun-house mirror version of whoever he is copying. He can shift clothing as easily as he can fur, feathers, or scales, though he still has the same trouble with detail that any of his shapeshifting has, so most of the time he wears very plain clothes if he has to wear them at all.
Personality: Vels craves the company of others the same way he craves oxygen. He loves people with a passion he does not fully understand. He seeks out their imperfections, their frustrations, their pleasures and joys, and jumps at any opportunity to push people’s limits. One of his favorite pastimes is to act as a catalyst to conflict, as long as it is at heart non-violent. Though he does enjoy watching a good drama unfold before him, he will never intentionally instigate violence, and is opposed to using force to accomplish anything. He has never used a weapon, and is so against the idea that he will resort to any other means to resolve issues. Vels’s memory is a constant source of stress for him. He struggles with it, both long-term and short. This not only makes it harder for him to mimic things, but makes it difficult for him to develop any kind of meaningful relationship with others. To combat this, he tries to fill his life with thrill and beauty in the hopes that he will remember enough to look back on when he is alone. Being alone is Vel’s biggest fear, and though he cannot remember much about his life, he remembers the loneliness. Vels sees people as temporary distractions, albeit pleasant ones. This causes him to be unsympathetic at time, and he can sometimes come across as callous or uncaring. He is very slow to anger, and quick to forgive.
History: Vels was born on Itir, a small planet fourth in line from the sun on an otherwise lifeless solar system. He grew up in the industrial city of Solbridge, one that was renowned for its scientists and philosophers. His mother was an esteemed biologist on a team researching the Itiran’s innate healing abilities and cataloguing their species physiology. When Vels was old enough, he joined a budding division that turned its gaze to the stars. They theorized that life was out there, and it was their goal to bring it to them. Using his mother’s research, Vels’ team put together a beacon, telling about their species, their planet, information that they knew about their universe. They broadcast it into space and with hopeful hearts they continued their studies. One short year later, their message was answered. They came with ships massive enough to blot out the sun, and were not delicate in their extraction. Aliens had indeed received the signal, and had sought out the Itirans for their healing abilities. The invaders were called the Hadaraxi, and they were a collective band of nomadic warriors who were on the verge of a genetic manipulation breakthrough. In their quest to breed better soldiers and scouts they found themselves halted in their experiments- their soldiers kept dying before the alterations could take effect. So they came to Itir, and in a matter of days they had subdued the entire population. Vels and many others from his Itir were taken to the main ship, where they were experimented upon. For Vels, that came in the form of altering his very genetic makeup, and after three years he had gained his shapeshifting abilities. The process wrecked havoc on his memories and his body. He was still a long way from where they wanted him to be, but Vels was at his breaking point. Using his newfound abilities, he managed to escape on one of their outbound ships, and found himself docked at a central hub for many space faring worlds. He lied his way onto ship after ship, getting as far away from his decimated homeworld as he could. The invaders sent bounty hunters out after him, and for nearly thirty years he wandered space alone. Most days he couldn’t remember why he was running, but something seemed to always spur him further.
