Peter Alexander Emile
Mar 8, 2015 20:21:26 GMT -8
Post by Bashkim Shori on Mar 8, 2015 20:21:26 GMT -8
Peter Alexander Emile
Species: Elf
Element:
Occupation:
Physical Appearance:
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Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length/Typical Hairstyle: Collar length, combed back. Can hide ears with a bit of finesse.
Height: Six feet, four inches
Weight: 200 lbs
Skin color: Pale Caucasian
Any noticeable marks, scars, tattoos, piercings, species/racial qualities: None unusual to his race
History
Your Gundam Otaku who went too far. Born to a poor family, familiar with food banks, and charity organizations in his childhood due to a combination of the indifference of his extended family, and the pride of his immediate family. Had the sole solace of escape from the nature of being near, and often under the poverty line in his escape to other worlds. Became obsessed with the idea that he was a New-type. His older sisters by fifteen years doing their best to support as they could. seemed to be pulling the family out of the hole, but the memory of hard times imprinted itself on his conciousness.
Growing up with constant bullying thanks to being on the heavier side, his family was caring, but a combination of differing interests, and both parents working two jobs left him to mostly raise himself, and to find his morals on his own. Sisters were not always the best source of social advice, given the difference betwen making female and male friends. And find his morals he did. They just were not good ones. Manipulation of those who had once tormented him led to their making the wrong move in front of the wrong individuals, and thusly there was a combination of asskickings, and expulsions in their future. By grade ten, Peter had sated that need for revenge. Or should have. Having been tread on all his life, he simply stopped empathizing with others. It became 'how can this keep me from suffering.'. The revenge shifted from people, to the world that spawned them. Any cruelty, any perceived slight, would set him off, and using his strange skill at manipulation, he would crush them.
Graduation, and he soon got a job in customer service of a sort. He does not remember what it was, he does not care. It was another exercise in gaining resources by making people do what he wanted. Commissions were made, and he soon was able to indulge his love of Gundam. He became the Gundam Historian, becoming intimately familiar with the timeline and cold hard numbers of what he loved. He dutifully gave a portion of what he earned to his family none the less, living under their roof, the struggling having stopped. They even were much better off... But Peter did not see that. To him, it was no different than when they lived on housing assistance in that cramped apartment. It had been enough to instill in him an anger at anyone who flaunted their birth. And a yearning to have the same.
And then... he finally got fed up with the life he led. Dissatisfaction mounting from a lack of challenge. A lack of anything new. He had obsessed his obsession to blandness, he knew it, intimately, and innately. He packed up everything that truly mattered, a few small things, and a laptop, a few outfits, and signed on to join a company in the United States. His parents found a neatly cleaned, neatly packed, empty room, with a simple note.
“I am sorry I could not love you as I should.”
Training was quick, and efficient. He was as skilled in manipulation as ever. As skilled in predicting the future as ever. His instincts were uncanny, mystical even. Like the fact he left precisely one month, to the second, that a gas line exploded, killing his parents. He was still unaware, but it came into play later... In those rare times he was able too, he would cosplay as his hero at anime conventions. He even caught a glimpse of his family once or twice, a sister he did not even remember the name of.
He was glad she did not recognize the taller, broader figure he presented, even as he walked by her. He did not care. He had done them a favour by being one less mouth to feed, one less person to worry over. THAT was the greatest kindness he could pay someone. A youngest of three who vanished in a puff of clean smoke, the fifteen year gap between he and his elder sisters made it easy.
But why did she ask him if he was who he was... Peter Emile smiled, gracefully sighed, and mournfully informed his sister that his name was Alexander Brandt, and that he was terribly sorry for the loss. His eye did not even twinge at the apparent death of his parents regarding some form of accident. No, no he was not going to become part of them just for the inheritance, that would be selfish. A kindness only he could pay. He did not think she wanted to believe him, but none the less... She did not grab him by the collar next time. She grabbed him by the waist, and leaned into him, asking if he was sure he could not stay. Sure he could not join her. A hurried story that he was married to his work, and not able to spare th... His sister certainly had an alluring kiss, but that was where he excused himself and made sure the next time he came to a convention, he was far more alert.
There would not be a next time, Peter ensured. The next time he cosplayed, he was across the continent from his family. She was not there, that lingering sentiment of guilt did not exist, and he was able to truly indulge in the fantasy of BEING Casval. That was all that mattered anymore. No matter what Celeste or Elena thought. Or what his family might have believed. It was better he was not part of them. Peter began getting promotions, his nearly supernatural talents at manipulation and feeling the way the winds were blowing making life quite easy for him. If his female co-workers would get the hint that he was manipulating them for mutual benefit, not romantic interest, he would be happy.
He was happy to pay for dinner, the amount he pulled in via commissions was able to allow him to... Oh for Zeon's sake. No twenty three year old should have this many women interested in him. Pack up, rebase, getting himself transferred quietly to California. Maybe, now, finally, he can get some peace.
How Your Character is Special:
Your bonuses to stats:
Charm: +2
Cool: +0
Sharp: +0
Tough: +0
Weird: +2
Your Special Moves:
Your Special Bonuses: Bringer of the Apocalypse:
Sign: Red Sun
*Regular moves are not included because they are with everyone. You are welcome to C/P them here if you want them for reference purposes.
(No need to adjust, this is the same for all unless you have a bonus that says otherwise)
Total Harm (HP): 7
Total Magic (MP): 10
Total Luck: 7
Player Information
Player Name, or Nickname you perfer: Seru
Best Contact information for you? However you wish to contact me.
AIM: DilandauSkyblade
Skype: inquisitorseru
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You need to balance the HIstory with his trained/ natural abilities. 
