Post by Red Ciranor on Mar 20, 2024 15:52:40 GMT -5
WELCOME TO LOS EUROSIA,
RED CIRANOR
"Yeah, I'm still buried in the mud
Skin and bones and brains and blood"
Skin and bones and brains and blood"
BASICS
NAME: Red Ciranor
AGE: 21
BIRTHDATE: Sometime in October
PRONOUNS: He/Him
SEXUALITY: Aromantic asexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: N/A
OCCUPATION: Artist, gardenerhunter
NEIGHBORHOOD: East End
MEMBER GROUP: Hunter. Unaffiliated with the Guild
POWERS:
His power manifests as black plants that hunger for still-living flesh and blood. Capable of beautiful blooms, these plants take on uncannily human features, blending branch and bone with careful attention. Black roots and dry vines move on their own and grow rapidly, if unattended. Always hungry, they're capable of rendering a fresh kill skeletal within minutes.
THE LOOKS
HEIGHT: 5'6" - 5'8
WEIGHT: 120lbs
HAIR COLOR: Long, black and straight
EYE COLOR: Dark brown to bright red
FACE CLAIM: N/A. See art.
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
Slight and lanky, Red often wears black and red. While he favors emo and scene alternative fashion, he primarily wears whatever is most comfortable that day, dressing casually in loose, secondhand clothes. His skin is a dark tan, and he has almond eyes. His hands are littered with scars from various artistic mishaps, and his left forearm has a long scar down the middle. He also has a knotted scar on his left shoulder blade that resembles a flower, and a small but ragged line on his neck.
INSIDE
LIKES: Weird art, horror, gardening, cooking
DISLIKES: Talking, interacting with people, being touched
STRENGTHS: Creative, observant, honest, caring, loyal, determined
WEAKNESSES: Anti-social, rude, blunt, lonely, avoidant, angry, jealous
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Red is a strange personality. He's very quiet, preferring to talk as minimally as possible, and tends to express himself abruptly and violently. While he tends to present very young, Red is jaded and cautious of getting close to anyone, save for a select few that he chooses. Those who get his attention are special and important to him, and he can be equally clingy and caring.
BACKGROUND
HOMETOWN: Moved around too much to have a hometown
FAMILY:
His father is a deadbeat liar and borderline conman; his mom is a nurse who supported the family. After a messy divorce, Red was sent to live with his grandmother, who raised him until her death. He doesn't keep in contact with his parents.
Red is a cousin to Deka and Nicole. He doesn't particularly care for either of them.
PETS: His plants and the bugs they attract.
HISTORY:
He always knew he was different. Too still, too quiet, too strange to fit in with others. His skin never fit right and everyone in his small town knew it. He was ostracized by the community, pushed out to the edges where he found solace in his art and the woods beyond. The only person he had was his grandma. She was the only one who understood him.
Until she didn't. One day- a day he was supposed to be home early- she collapsed due to a heart attack. By the time Red found her, she was gone. Without her presence, there was no one to look after him, no one to soften his already rough edges, and Red was pushed from home to home until he broke. No one wanted him.
His power manifested soon after. It came in the form of a mysterious and persistent infection. It started out like a cold. His body ached with exhaustion and fatigue, a fever following persistently after. And then there was the pain. It spread along his spine, fingers reaching deep into his muscles and pushing into his veins. And then it sprouted in his lungs and tickled his throat with budding leaves and shedding petals. He couldn't understand it. Nothing worked; medicine didn't take and doctors never seemed to understand what he was going through. In a desperate attempt to empty himself- to fix his body- he tore into himself and pulled out tangled roots and gnarled branches.
The rot was back the next day. And it brought hunger with it.
Nothing satisfied. Nothing stayed. As much as he ate and ate and ate, it never filled his stomach. He was starving. He was sick. The only thing that seemed to ease the ache was the raw meat he ate. Eventually, he turned to hunting. It was easy. It was hard. And it hurt, of course, learning to slaughter and butcher what he caught. But it came natural, and he was full, for once.
But it was never enough. Not really. He could still feel the squirming growth, and he knew he needed answers. As the world turned, rumors and whispers rode the wind to his little town. Los Eurosia had others like him, people who could help, and offered anonymity and opportunity.
He left the next day.
THE PLAYER
NAME: Nico
AGE: 21+
TIMEZONE: USA EST