PLAYER Name: Steven Pope Personal Journal: N/A E-mail: limepeng1@gmail.com AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: deadthorn01, YIM: smileyogre
CHARACTER Name: Russou Requin Age: 24 Appearance: Built like a scary tank is a good enough descriptor, but that barely does brutish amphibious man justice. His skin is a slate gray and his eyes are a shadowy blue, with a wide-bridged nose and incredibly thick eyebrows that give him a rather terrifying face. His body continues the motif large muscular frame with a hefty belly of suet, supported by trunk-like legs and standing on webbed feet. His arms, well muscled like most of him, lead to bear-like hands that are similarly webbed like his feet. Chosen PB: Commissioned artwork
Personality: Russou is used to a life of entitlement, clearly becoming a little spoiled by his status in the Sagaraman society as a warrior. He is very used to people listening to him, doing what he asks them to do, and not having his demands questioned.
However, while this might make a weaker-willed person a full-blown tyrant, Russ is only a little bit spoiled: He will not strike some one who says “no”, and he will be as civil as possible when given a diplomatic choice over violence. This doesn't mean that his temper won't flare, but unless absolutely called for he will not go to violence. He is actually quite “lenient” of all the Rivage Frontsmen, understanding that a small crime does not deserve a big punishment.
Friendship is an odd thing for Russou, but not completely alien. He has people he is loyal to, as loyalty is probably the virtue he holds in highest regards, but he's never really had a “friend” in the traditional sense. His life has been his job, his fellow Frontsmen, and keeping the peace. However, he knows that people do HAVE friends and as such will try his best to be equally as cordial to any one he meets. He works off the logic “If they are kind to me then I should be kind in turn”.
As dignity is a big thing for Russou, he does get embarrassed quite easily on certain matters that force him to drop his metaphorical warrior's shield: This namely takes form in the realm of relationships. Any sort of physical affection, platonic or romantic, is an easy way to make the shark-like man retreat into his shell, and simple things like hugs take a level of comfort he rarely ever feels.
The idea of a romantic relationship is, however, completely alien to the shark-man. He was told from a young age that Alphas never get married, have sex, and to keep such pressures away he was encouraged to never stray
Russou has no kindness for being lied to, and putting his trust into some one is a very important thing to him. People who violate that trust will more than likely be the receiving end of a rather harsh punishment, usually a well-placed punch or a rather merciless beat-down.
World Information: The planet of Umeko is divided into three differencing but equally respected governments: The Havama Republic of the sky, Prthvima Colony of the land, and lastly, the most violent and turbulent of the three Governments, Sagarama the Ocean Monarchy, ran by the openly incestuous King Machali the XI and Queen Kekara the VII.
The Sagaraman Monarchy has many clans, the most respectful and powerful being the Warrior clans. When some one of the warrior clan mates, their children are determined to be Alphas or Betas. Alphas are raised by birth to be one of the Rivage Frontsmen, the first line of defense for the underwater kingdom who act as upholders of the law during times of peace, while Betas are taught medicine, weapon masonry, law, and other skills that support the Alphas. Below them are Gammas, Deltas, Epislons, etc.
As they are at the top of this feudal-like pyramid, all titled Alphas are treated with high honor and respect, but in order to keep them under control and focused on work they are expected to remain celibate and aromantic . History: Born of one of the greater clans, the Clan Requin, to Magoi and Kahua, Russou was born exceptionally healthy and strong and was destined for Alpha labeling.
His his mother Magoi was hoping for a Beta that she would be allowed to raise herself, but she sadly understood her duty. Because this understanding she was incredibly distant as she raised him for five years, and as such when he was taken to be trained with the fellow Alphas at age 5, there weren't many tears shed from the young boy.
From the start of his Alpha training, he showed great talent in the art of combat and diplomacy, though he showed minimal interest in the more “functional” arts, like cooking or crafts. As far as he was concerned he was being raised to be a Rivage Frontsmen and these acts were, while respectable, Beta work. As he grew, Russ would have to rely on diplomacy and status to get any thing he wanted.
Russou quickly grew to be known as the best fighter, the biggest eater, the best upholder of the law during times of peace, and the most ferocious fighter during times of battle. In short, he was an ideal Frontsman, and was as such rewarded plentifully for his actions... But he always felt a sense of longing in his life. As if some thing was not only missing but he was denying himself some thing he always wanted... He just wasn't sure what it was he was denying.
Russou began to contemplating this feeling, as no amount of battle or celebration would remove it. He began to vocalize these questions, and this was not seen as a good thing by any of the higher ups. If one of the men in the upper echelons of Sagaraman society was questioning things, how would the Betas, Deltas, and other lower-society people possibly react?! Russou was then viewed with by contempt by most people, and was instructed to keep these thoughts to himself.
Strengths/Weaknesses: STRENGTHS: - Compassionate - High threshold for physical pain - Able to adapt physically to most situations - Respects the law and tries to uphold it
WEAKNESSES: - Is untrained in most “basic” skills (cleaning, cooking, etc.) - Frustrates easily - Isn't exactly the most intellectual man - Has a very gruff, militaristic outward demeanor - Had a stunted emotional development, very naiive when it comes to personal relationships
Abilities: - Capable of above-human feats of strength - Able to breathe underwater - Skilled in swords, knives, pole arms, and unarmed combat - Teeth and digestive system allow him to eat virtually any thing
First Person: [Video] [The video feed begins, showing only the faintly lit inside of a hand]
Damn it all, how does on work these wretched... Oh, okay... This is the correct part to speak to. Yes.
[The camera is places on a table, showing the shirtless gray midsection of a large man with unusual skin. He takes several steps back, revealing himself fully as he looks intently at the iris of the camera, a little bit befuddled but stern in demeanor]
Um... Hello there. I am not entirely sure what it is I am expected to do with this thing? Perhaps I am to speak about my experiences here? I, uh, apologize if I am doing this wrong then, in that case.
[He clears his throat]
While I do not recall King or Queen asking me of such a thing, I seem to have found myself in this strange land-based city of sorts... In fact I do not really know how I arrived here. If some one would explain that to me, I would... I would greatly appreciate that.
[There's a pause for a moment as he looks away from the camera towards his door]
I have not left this place in a few days, except to get food. It is not terrible living conditions, though. I assure any one watching I am with all basic living requirements. I do find the room with toiletries rather small, though... And by that I mean the bathing tool? The “bath tub”, I believe? Yes. That is quite small for me... If there is a larger body of water around here, I wish to be informed of it. Please.
[he looks down, a look best described as somber flashing on his face, before he looks back up at the camera]
My name is Russou Requin of the Clan Requin, Alpha, proud servitor of the Rivage Frontsman of the Sagaraman army. Please, if you know what I speak of, please, please... Contact me. That is all. Thank you.
[he walks over to the camera and fiddles with it, grumbling can be heard]
I still do not understand these thi--
[the camera shuts off]
Third Person: Russou paced the bathroom, webbed feet echoing a “thwack” as he rubbed his square chin, thick eyebrows furled as continued to ponder. It had been several days since Russou had been properly in the water, and while he was aware he could survive a very LONG time with out salt or sea water, he missed the feeling. Now, outside, he was informed of an ocean...A dark ocean filled with horrors unimaginable that would undoubtedly drag him to the depths and wring the blood out of him like a soggy sock. Then there was the hot springs... Which were haunted by spirits unmentionable that would steal the very fluid from his eye sockets, no doubt.
Finally, the safest option, the most boring option, was right in front of him. The bath tub. It wasn't too large, he'd be unable to be completely submerged as he'd desired, but if it was between fluid-stealing and blood-wringing he figured being slightly uncomfortable would be the best option. He squatted down next to the tub, staring at it intently. He really had no idea how it worked. He was used to telling some one he wished to bathe and, voila, there was a cleaning sphere warmed up with his name on it. This, however, was a completely different ball-game.
He put a hand inside the tub, feeling the inside. Alright, good, clearly he was meant to stand or sit on this textured center. That was quite good. He looked at the long protrusion with a hole towards the end of it, with some sort of inexplicable knob on top that, when he experimented with it, he realized it went up and down. Fascinating. Finally, he discovered two valves, one labeled Hot and one labeled Cold. Not being completely void of mental facilities, he twisted the cold one, watching the water run out. He put his hand under it, smiling. Ah, yes, that was good... But it could be better.
He twisted the one labeled Hot a proper 360 degrees, with a wide smile that would probably look more at place on a child's face rather than a large brutish amphibian. He looked inside the tub, finally noting the drain. He glanced around, finding the plug and plunging inside. He chuckled to himself proudly as the water began to fill.
“I do believe that I will need some thing... Else for this.” he said to himself, getting to his feet. He traveled through the small apartment that was gifted to him, arriving and opening the small fridge. In all his time here, he had discovered some thing that almost made up for the horror and misery that came with being kidnapped: He discovered beer. A large, pointy-tooth grin spread across his face as he took the few cans he had, carrying them to the bathroom as he undid his belt, letting his pants land on the floor with a dull “thud”. He puts the cans down next to his tub, taking off his shirt and throwing them across the bath tub, before finally removing his boxers and climbing into the tub. His eyes widened before he felt his whole body relax as he sunk into the tub.
“This is.... Euphoric...” he said to himself, turning off the water and letting himself enjoy one quiet, enjoyable night.
[OC] Russou Requin | Not Reserved
Name: Steven Pope
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: limepeng1@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: deadthorn01, YIM: smileyogre
CHARACTER
Name: Russou Requin
Age: 24
Appearance: Built like a scary tank is a good enough descriptor, but that barely does brutish amphibious man justice. His skin is a slate gray and his eyes are a shadowy blue, with a wide-bridged nose and incredibly thick eyebrows that give him a rather terrifying face. His body continues the motif large muscular frame with a hefty belly of suet, supported by trunk-like legs and standing on webbed feet. His arms, well muscled like most of him, lead to bear-like hands that are similarly webbed like his feet.
Chosen PB: Commissioned artwork
Personality: Russou is used to a life of entitlement, clearly becoming a little spoiled by his status in the Sagaraman society as a warrior. He is very used to people listening to him, doing what he asks them to do, and not having his demands questioned.
However, while this might make a weaker-willed person a full-blown tyrant, Russ is only a little bit spoiled: He will not strike some one who says “no”, and he will be as civil as possible when given a diplomatic choice over violence. This doesn't mean that his temper won't flare, but unless absolutely called for he will not go to violence. He is actually quite “lenient” of all the Rivage Frontsmen, understanding that a small crime does not deserve a big punishment.
Friendship is an odd thing for Russou, but not completely alien. He has people he is loyal to, as loyalty is probably the virtue he holds in highest regards, but he's never really had a “friend” in the traditional sense. His life has been his job, his fellow Frontsmen, and keeping the peace. However, he knows that people do HAVE friends and as such will try his best to be equally as cordial to any one he meets. He works off the logic “If they are kind to me then I should be kind in turn”.
As dignity is a big thing for Russou, he does get embarrassed quite easily on certain matters that force him to drop his metaphorical warrior's shield: This namely takes form in the realm of relationships. Any sort of physical affection, platonic or romantic, is an easy way to make the shark-like man retreat into his shell, and simple things like hugs take a level of comfort he rarely ever feels.
The idea of a romantic relationship is, however, completely alien to the shark-man. He was told from a young age that Alphas never get married, have sex, and to keep such pressures away he was encouraged to never stray
Russou has no kindness for being lied to, and putting his trust into some one is a very important thing to him. People who violate that trust will more than likely be the receiving end of a rather harsh punishment, usually a well-placed punch or a rather merciless beat-down.
World Information: The planet of Umeko is divided into three differencing but equally respected governments: The Havama Republic of the sky, Prthvima Colony of the land, and lastly, the most violent and turbulent of the three Governments, Sagarama the Ocean Monarchy, ran by the openly incestuous King Machali the XI and Queen Kekara the VII.
The Sagaraman Monarchy has many clans, the most respectful and powerful being the Warrior clans. When some one of the warrior clan mates, their children are determined to be Alphas or Betas. Alphas are raised by birth to be one of the Rivage Frontsmen, the first line of defense for the underwater kingdom who act as upholders of the law during times of peace, while Betas are taught medicine, weapon masonry, law, and other skills that support the Alphas. Below them are Gammas, Deltas, Epislons, etc.
As they are at the top of this feudal-like pyramid, all titled Alphas are treated with high honor and respect, but in order to keep them under control and focused on work they are expected to remain celibate and aromantic .
History: Born of one of the greater clans, the Clan Requin, to Magoi and Kahua, Russou was born exceptionally healthy and strong and was destined for Alpha labeling.
His his mother Magoi was hoping for a Beta that she would be allowed to raise herself, but she sadly understood her duty. Because this understanding she was incredibly distant as she raised him for five years, and as such when he was taken to be trained with the fellow Alphas at age 5, there weren't many tears shed from the young boy.
From the start of his Alpha training, he showed great talent in the art of combat and diplomacy, though he showed minimal interest in the more “functional” arts, like cooking or crafts. As far as he was concerned he was being raised to be a Rivage Frontsmen and these acts were, while respectable, Beta work. As he grew, Russ would have to rely on diplomacy and status to get any thing he wanted.
Russou quickly grew to be known as the best fighter, the biggest eater, the best upholder of the law during times of peace, and the most ferocious fighter during times of battle. In short, he was an ideal Frontsman, and was as such rewarded plentifully for his actions... But he always felt a sense of longing in his life. As if some thing was not only missing but he was denying himself some thing he always wanted... He just wasn't sure what it was he was denying.
Russou began to contemplating this feeling, as no amount of battle or celebration would remove it. He began to vocalize these questions, and this was not seen as a good thing by any of the higher ups. If one of the men in the upper echelons of Sagaraman society was questioning things, how would the Betas, Deltas, and other lower-society people possibly react?! Russou was then viewed with by contempt by most people, and was instructed to keep these thoughts to himself.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
STRENGTHS:
- Compassionate
- High threshold for physical pain
- Able to adapt physically to most situations
- Respects the law and tries to uphold it
WEAKNESSES:
- Is untrained in most “basic” skills (cleaning, cooking, etc.)
- Frustrates easily
- Isn't exactly the most intellectual man
- Has a very gruff, militaristic outward demeanor
- Had a stunted emotional development, very naiive when it comes to personal relationships
Abilities:
- Capable of above-human feats of strength
- Able to breathe underwater
- Skilled in swords, knives, pole arms, and unarmed combat
- Teeth and digestive system allow him to eat virtually any thing
First Person:
[Video]
[The video feed begins, showing only the faintly lit inside of a hand]
Damn it all, how does on work these wretched... Oh, okay... This is the correct part to speak to. Yes.
[The camera is places on a table, showing the shirtless gray midsection of a large man with unusual skin. He takes several steps back, revealing himself fully as he looks intently at the iris of the camera, a little bit befuddled but stern in demeanor]
Um... Hello there. I am not entirely sure what it is I am expected to do with this thing? Perhaps I am to speak about my experiences here? I, uh, apologize if I am doing this wrong then, in that case.
[He clears his throat]
While I do not recall King or Queen asking me of such a thing, I seem to have found myself in this strange land-based city of sorts... In fact I do not really know how I arrived here. If some one would explain that to me, I would... I would greatly appreciate that.
[There's a pause for a moment as he looks away from the camera towards his door]
I have not left this place in a few days, except to get food. It is not terrible living conditions, though. I assure any one watching I am with all basic living requirements. I do find the room with toiletries rather small, though... And by that I mean the bathing tool? The “bath tub”, I believe? Yes. That is quite small for me... If there is a larger body of water around here, I wish to be informed of it. Please.
[he looks down, a look best described as somber flashing on his face, before he looks back up at the camera]
My name is Russou Requin of the Clan Requin, Alpha, proud servitor of the Rivage Frontsman of the Sagaraman army. Please, if you know what I speak of, please, please... Contact me. That is all. Thank you.
[he walks over to the camera and fiddles with it, grumbling can be heard]
I still do not understand these thi--
[the camera shuts off]
Third Person:
Russou paced the bathroom, webbed feet echoing a “thwack” as he rubbed his square chin, thick eyebrows furled as continued to ponder. It had been several days since Russou had been properly in the water, and while he was aware he could survive a very LONG time with out salt or sea water, he missed the feeling. Now, outside, he was informed of an ocean...A dark ocean filled with horrors unimaginable that would undoubtedly drag him to the depths and wring the blood out of him like a soggy sock. Then there was the hot springs... Which were haunted by spirits unmentionable that would steal the very fluid from his eye sockets, no doubt.
Finally, the safest option, the most boring option, was right in front of him. The bath tub. It wasn't too large, he'd be unable to be completely submerged as he'd desired, but if it was between fluid-stealing and blood-wringing he figured being slightly uncomfortable would be the best option. He squatted down next to the tub, staring at it intently. He really had no idea how it worked. He was used to telling some one he wished to bathe and, voila, there was a cleaning sphere warmed up with his name on it. This, however, was a completely different ball-game.
He put a hand inside the tub, feeling the inside. Alright, good, clearly he was meant to stand or sit on this textured center. That was quite good. He looked at the long protrusion with a hole towards the end of it, with some sort of inexplicable knob on top that, when he experimented with it, he realized it went up and down. Fascinating. Finally, he discovered two valves, one labeled Hot and one labeled Cold. Not being completely void of mental facilities, he twisted the cold one, watching the water run out. He put his hand under it, smiling. Ah, yes, that was good... But it could be better.
He twisted the one labeled Hot a proper 360 degrees, with a wide smile that would probably look more at place on a child's face rather than a large brutish amphibian. He looked inside the tub, finally noting the drain. He glanced around, finding the plug and plunging inside. He chuckled to himself proudly as the water began to fill.
“I do believe that I will need some thing... Else for this.” he said to himself, getting to his feet. He traveled through the small apartment that was gifted to him, arriving and opening the small fridge. In all his time here, he had discovered some thing that almost made up for the horror and misery that came with being kidnapped: He discovered beer. A large, pointy-tooth grin spread across his face as he took the few cans he had, carrying them to the bathroom as he undid his belt, letting his pants land on the floor with a dull “thud”. He puts the cans down next to his tub, taking off his shirt and throwing them across the bath tub, before finally removing his boxers and climbing into the tub. His eyes widened before he felt his whole body relax as he sunk into the tub.
“This is.... Euphoric...” he said to himself, turning off the water and letting himself enjoy one quiet, enjoyable night.