001: Demeleier Application
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hedonisticated
Contact: [AIM] DrSansPantalones | [EMAIL] hedonisticated@gmail.com
Character Number: 2
Name: Imaru Douza
Source: Original Story ~ Rat Trash
Appearance: 'Imposing' is the best way to describe Imaru. Though he's only around 6'2 he is built like an athlete -- or better yet, a bully. He has perfected the art of 'towering' and counts 'intimidation' as one of his many well-honed survival traits, so he carries himself like he's always ready for a fight. But at the end of the day he's still inescapably human.
His hair is a tussled shock of gray that he sometimes brushes back under a filthy, tightly tied scarf, but when he isn't wearing the scrap of fabric his hair hangs shaggy and loose around his cheekbones. His cat's eyes are a clear, severe honey within a face that is almost always rubbed a little raw. Clean water's hard to come by in the sewers, but he is adamant about keeping his face clean and his nose dry.
Finally, he's fond of bright colors -- yellows, rich blues -- not unlike a poisonous animal out to warn any potential predators away. He almost always has a toothpick -- or something like one -- dangling from the corner of his mouth, but when he smiles everything seems just a little bit brighter.
Personality: Imaru is what he has to be in any given moment. Unlike Trash he does not think of himself as the protector of his rat pack -- he is the leader, plain and simple, and those who seek to challenge his authority are ultimately taught a harsh lesson and left behind. As the leader of his pack he is both a realist and a dreamer -- he has little to no patience for dead weight and, as such, has collected a team of only the toughest and the fittest to follow him.
However, he has big ideas and even bigger promises to fulfill, having more than just survival on his mind. His rats follow him because he talks big and has a tendency to deliver one way or another. Figuring a final way out of the filth of the sewers is his ultimate goal, and he'll take with him only those who he trusts not to hang him out to dry when he needs them the most.
But along with his natural confidence comes a deep insecurity that is inescapably tied to his status as a sewer rat. He has a powerful dislike for those who openly consider themselves to be his superior. In this way it is quite easy to tempt his temper. As much as he can be a schemer, bullheaded action often outweighs well-calculated thought.
Oh. Can't leave out that he's also something of a womanizer. His relationship to sexuality is a bit of a complicated one -- he enjoys sex with women immensely and openly, but men are often relegated to the filth and the dark for him. Men trigger the alpha male in him completely, and while sex is about dominance for him in many ways, sex with men for him tends to access the skeletons in his closet.
History: Quoted from Trash's App: "Trash comes from a time when the cost of living in the world has become so great that only the extravagantly rich are able to survive. Over the years more and more people became homeless because of a recession that never seemed to end, until the population of people living on the streets had overtaken those in housing. Because the working class was diminishing, in order to keep the economy going many traders had to work for nothing at all save the privilege of living as a servant to those in higher power than themselves. They were aptly named, pet rats.
As for those on the streets, they were given the title of street rats, pest, and a great problem.
Eventually those in power decided to drive the rats from the streets, and gave jobs to their own personal pest control force which drove the street rats into the sewers with ruthless force, where they would have to survive underground.
There the rats remain, scavenging and living on as best as they can and developing underground societies or packs based on their leaders wishes.
Trash was alive when the rats were driven underground, in his over ground life he had been a math student at college, but it wasn’t long before the colleges closed down due to lack of funding. When he was forced onto the streets, he made a great many friends who grouped together and swore to look out for one another. They became beggars, doing any job they could for food or money, and some of them even became pet rats when that time arose. Trash however was nobodies pet when the pest control came, and so was driven underground. The friends he had made became the makings of his pack, and through unanimous vote he became the leader."
Like Trash, Imaru was a college student before the recession drove the public schools into the ground. For as long as he could remember he'd always had an innate knack for sports, and from a very young age he'd been working towards future athletic success at the level of professional hockey. The only son of a lower middle class woman, he grew up without a father and sought guidance from coaches at various levels of schooling. One man in particular, his high school coach Mr Jameson, brought recruiter after recruiter to his games and by the end of his junior year he was promised a scholarship to the state university.
When the recession hit and his mother lost her job Imaru left school to work. However, as the jobs grew sparse and his mother fell into servitude, Imaru made the choice to go underground with his first rat pack thinking that his migration to the sewers would be temporary.
The year he spent with his first pack was a volatile one, full of frequent and immensely dangerous trips to the surface that often resulted in near-death experiences at the hands of pest control. In that year, however, he made quite a few state enemies by way of his reputation for public defacement and terrorist behavior. It wasn't until his mother was found and leveraged as a threat to him that he left this pack and disappeared into a sluggish, less noisy one. There he spent a couple of years learning the ins and outs of sewer survival before leaving to start his third and final pack. He took a handful of strong rats with him.
Within a year's time Imaru managed to acquire a dependable lot of resilient, sensible and most importantly obedient rats to serve under him. Staking claim on a well-hidden, defensible corner of the sewer system, Imaru was happy to squat there for some time while he began putting things into motion -- 'allying' with other packs, trading information, goods and services, and establishing various wandering 'toll blockades' throughout the sewer system complete with nearly unmeetable requirements.
It was during one of these blockades that Imaru met Trash and his pack. There he gave Trash one of two options: give up your goods or fight. Naturally, Trash chose the difficult path and elected to fight Imaru one-on-one, no weapons, all fists. And so they fought in the filth of the sewer with their respective packs surrounding them, Trash's cheering him on and Imaru's jeering insults and encouragement. It was a difficult fight; one that nearly ended poorly for Imaru before he motioned behind his back for two cronies to jump in. But before the fight could descend into utter chaos Trash signaled for his rats to fall back and remain gentlemen (and ladies). Imaru let them pass grudgingly after demanding more information, and from that point on the two packs went out of their way to avoid one another.
Only a few months after this first encounter will pass before Imaru wakes up in Demeleier.
Specific Abilities: Imaru's abilities are limited by his humanity. Compared to the rest of the residents of Demeleier he won't measure up much, but for a human he's physically strong, quick and resilient. He fights like a brawler and can deliver blunt force trauma like a brute, but he's no magic user and the soft squishy parts on his body are just as vulnerable as the next human's.
He is, however, quite charming when he wants to be and a practiced liar. He's also a natural born leader and will take control of a situation if he feels that a job needs to get done. He enjoys nurturing followers and winning people over, and his temper and arrogance tend to either help or hinder these efforts. All in all, his abilities contribute to his rather polarizing personality.
Additional Information: Not much, really. Except that he'll probably end up using offensive language -- he has a filthy mouth and isn't afraid to use it. But of course if anyone expresses an OOC problem with his word usage I will have no problem reigning that in.
Sample Journal Post:
subject: [audio]
So there are fairies around here and shit. That's cool, whatever. I don't mind being chased by them. I mean, they're fairies.
But here's the deal. I found something that someone here might want to take a look at. Problem is... I'm not sure who the best person would be to do that here. Me being new to this place and all.
You see, where I come from, information costs. Not money, exactly, but it certainly ain't cheap. So don't ask what it is I've got unless you think you've got a real right to know.
And by right to know, I mean unless you've got something to offer me in return.
Now, I'm not completely pigheaded so I'll tell you what. You point me in the right direction and I promise I won't forget your kindness. How's that sound?
Sample Post : [action]
[He smells like... well... shit, but he's used to it. S'not like people flush rose petals and bubble bath down the toilet, right? You step in shit and it doesn't just cling to your feet, it follows you everywhere. Down in the sewers it's not about where you step but how you do it.
Here? Well, here things are different. Here, things are natural. Fuck, he could choose to wipe his ass with fig leaves if he wanted to, and that's what really gets him. With so much wide, open space, so much clean air to breathe, why hide inside when you can sleep under the stars?
Why live like a human at all?]
... Eh.
[Well, okay, scratch that last part. Maybe it's not so bad living like a human -- free meals for a start. Those are pretty damn nice, and as he loiters on the bridge, looking down into so much crisp clean water, he nips that anarchy thought process in the bud before it can blossom into something nasty and rebellious.
Here, he doesn't need to be that person. Not yet, anyway.]
Skipping stones...
[It's a quiet mutter to himself as he chews a piece of snapped twig. Distant, introspective. He turns a smooth, flat stone over in his soft and raw hand. (He scrubbed too hard, and for too long).]
Can't remember the last time I...
[With his lips set into a deep frown Imaru thumbs the stone and gazes off down the length of the river. When he whips the stone out with a flick of his wrist it skips once, twice across the sparkling clarity, then sinks with a pristine splash.]
Heh. [He smiles around the twig, a small, private little thing that is equal parts wistful and satisfied.]
Still got it.
Player LJ:
hedonisticatedContact: [AIM] DrSansPantalones | [EMAIL] hedonisticated@gmail.com
Character Number: 2
Name: Imaru Douza
Source: Original Story ~ Rat Trash
Appearance: 'Imposing' is the best way to describe Imaru. Though he's only around 6'2 he is built like an athlete -- or better yet, a bully. He has perfected the art of 'towering' and counts 'intimidation' as one of his many well-honed survival traits, so he carries himself like he's always ready for a fight. But at the end of the day he's still inescapably human.
His hair is a tussled shock of gray that he sometimes brushes back under a filthy, tightly tied scarf, but when he isn't wearing the scrap of fabric his hair hangs shaggy and loose around his cheekbones. His cat's eyes are a clear, severe honey within a face that is almost always rubbed a little raw. Clean water's hard to come by in the sewers, but he is adamant about keeping his face clean and his nose dry.
Finally, he's fond of bright colors -- yellows, rich blues -- not unlike a poisonous animal out to warn any potential predators away. He almost always has a toothpick -- or something like one -- dangling from the corner of his mouth, but when he smiles everything seems just a little bit brighter.
Personality: Imaru is what he has to be in any given moment. Unlike Trash he does not think of himself as the protector of his rat pack -- he is the leader, plain and simple, and those who seek to challenge his authority are ultimately taught a harsh lesson and left behind. As the leader of his pack he is both a realist and a dreamer -- he has little to no patience for dead weight and, as such, has collected a team of only the toughest and the fittest to follow him.
However, he has big ideas and even bigger promises to fulfill, having more than just survival on his mind. His rats follow him because he talks big and has a tendency to deliver one way or another. Figuring a final way out of the filth of the sewers is his ultimate goal, and he'll take with him only those who he trusts not to hang him out to dry when he needs them the most.
But along with his natural confidence comes a deep insecurity that is inescapably tied to his status as a sewer rat. He has a powerful dislike for those who openly consider themselves to be his superior. In this way it is quite easy to tempt his temper. As much as he can be a schemer, bullheaded action often outweighs well-calculated thought.
Oh. Can't leave out that he's also something of a womanizer. His relationship to sexuality is a bit of a complicated one -- he enjoys sex with women immensely and openly, but men are often relegated to the filth and the dark for him. Men trigger the alpha male in him completely, and while sex is about dominance for him in many ways, sex with men for him tends to access the skeletons in his closet.
History: Quoted from Trash's App: "Trash comes from a time when the cost of living in the world has become so great that only the extravagantly rich are able to survive. Over the years more and more people became homeless because of a recession that never seemed to end, until the population of people living on the streets had overtaken those in housing. Because the working class was diminishing, in order to keep the economy going many traders had to work for nothing at all save the privilege of living as a servant to those in higher power than themselves. They were aptly named, pet rats.
As for those on the streets, they were given the title of street rats, pest, and a great problem.
Eventually those in power decided to drive the rats from the streets, and gave jobs to their own personal pest control force which drove the street rats into the sewers with ruthless force, where they would have to survive underground.
There the rats remain, scavenging and living on as best as they can and developing underground societies or packs based on their leaders wishes.
Trash was alive when the rats were driven underground, in his over ground life he had been a math student at college, but it wasn’t long before the colleges closed down due to lack of funding. When he was forced onto the streets, he made a great many friends who grouped together and swore to look out for one another. They became beggars, doing any job they could for food or money, and some of them even became pet rats when that time arose. Trash however was nobodies pet when the pest control came, and so was driven underground. The friends he had made became the makings of his pack, and through unanimous vote he became the leader."
Like Trash, Imaru was a college student before the recession drove the public schools into the ground. For as long as he could remember he'd always had an innate knack for sports, and from a very young age he'd been working towards future athletic success at the level of professional hockey. The only son of a lower middle class woman, he grew up without a father and sought guidance from coaches at various levels of schooling. One man in particular, his high school coach Mr Jameson, brought recruiter after recruiter to his games and by the end of his junior year he was promised a scholarship to the state university.
When the recession hit and his mother lost her job Imaru left school to work. However, as the jobs grew sparse and his mother fell into servitude, Imaru made the choice to go underground with his first rat pack thinking that his migration to the sewers would be temporary.
The year he spent with his first pack was a volatile one, full of frequent and immensely dangerous trips to the surface that often resulted in near-death experiences at the hands of pest control. In that year, however, he made quite a few state enemies by way of his reputation for public defacement and terrorist behavior. It wasn't until his mother was found and leveraged as a threat to him that he left this pack and disappeared into a sluggish, less noisy one. There he spent a couple of years learning the ins and outs of sewer survival before leaving to start his third and final pack. He took a handful of strong rats with him.
Within a year's time Imaru managed to acquire a dependable lot of resilient, sensible and most importantly obedient rats to serve under him. Staking claim on a well-hidden, defensible corner of the sewer system, Imaru was happy to squat there for some time while he began putting things into motion -- 'allying' with other packs, trading information, goods and services, and establishing various wandering 'toll blockades' throughout the sewer system complete with nearly unmeetable requirements.
It was during one of these blockades that Imaru met Trash and his pack. There he gave Trash one of two options: give up your goods or fight. Naturally, Trash chose the difficult path and elected to fight Imaru one-on-one, no weapons, all fists. And so they fought in the filth of the sewer with their respective packs surrounding them, Trash's cheering him on and Imaru's jeering insults and encouragement. It was a difficult fight; one that nearly ended poorly for Imaru before he motioned behind his back for two cronies to jump in. But before the fight could descend into utter chaos Trash signaled for his rats to fall back and remain gentlemen (and ladies). Imaru let them pass grudgingly after demanding more information, and from that point on the two packs went out of their way to avoid one another.
Only a few months after this first encounter will pass before Imaru wakes up in Demeleier.
Specific Abilities: Imaru's abilities are limited by his humanity. Compared to the rest of the residents of Demeleier he won't measure up much, but for a human he's physically strong, quick and resilient. He fights like a brawler and can deliver blunt force trauma like a brute, but he's no magic user and the soft squishy parts on his body are just as vulnerable as the next human's.
He is, however, quite charming when he wants to be and a practiced liar. He's also a natural born leader and will take control of a situation if he feels that a job needs to get done. He enjoys nurturing followers and winning people over, and his temper and arrogance tend to either help or hinder these efforts. All in all, his abilities contribute to his rather polarizing personality.
Additional Information: Not much, really. Except that he'll probably end up using offensive language -- he has a filthy mouth and isn't afraid to use it. But of course if anyone expresses an OOC problem with his word usage I will have no problem reigning that in.
Sample Journal Post:
subject: [audio]
So there are fairies around here and shit. That's cool, whatever. I don't mind being chased by them. I mean, they're fairies.
But here's the deal. I found something that someone here might want to take a look at. Problem is... I'm not sure who the best person would be to do that here. Me being new to this place and all.
You see, where I come from, information costs. Not money, exactly, but it certainly ain't cheap. So don't ask what it is I've got unless you think you've got a real right to know.
And by right to know, I mean unless you've got something to offer me in return.
Now, I'm not completely pigheaded so I'll tell you what. You point me in the right direction and I promise I won't forget your kindness. How's that sound?
Sample Post : [action]
[He smells like... well... shit, but he's used to it. S'not like people flush rose petals and bubble bath down the toilet, right? You step in shit and it doesn't just cling to your feet, it follows you everywhere. Down in the sewers it's not about where you step but how you do it.
Here? Well, here things are different. Here, things are natural. Fuck, he could choose to wipe his ass with fig leaves if he wanted to, and that's what really gets him. With so much wide, open space, so much clean air to breathe, why hide inside when you can sleep under the stars?
Why live like a human at all?]
... Eh.
[Well, okay, scratch that last part. Maybe it's not so bad living like a human -- free meals for a start. Those are pretty damn nice, and as he loiters on the bridge, looking down into so much crisp clean water, he nips that anarchy thought process in the bud before it can blossom into something nasty and rebellious.
Here, he doesn't need to be that person. Not yet, anyway.]
Skipping stones...
[It's a quiet mutter to himself as he chews a piece of snapped twig. Distant, introspective. He turns a smooth, flat stone over in his soft and raw hand. (He scrubbed too hard, and for too long).]
Can't remember the last time I...
[With his lips set into a deep frown Imaru thumbs the stone and gazes off down the length of the river. When he whips the stone out with a flick of his wrist it skips once, twice across the sparkling clarity, then sinks with a pristine splash.]
Heh. [He smiles around the twig, a small, private little thing that is equal parts wistful and satisfied.]
Still got it.
