Post by Fourteenth on May 6, 2009 17:37:14 GMT -5
Name: Fourteenth, sometimes Fourteen
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'10"
Physique: Wiry, toned, insanely scarred. Fourteenth is tan and raven haired. He is missing his left arm, and right eye, but uses a clearly stolen cybernetic prosthesis (it is a full inch longer than his actual arm). He wears no eyepatch over his empty right socket. He appears to be in his mid twenties, scars aside.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Clothing description: Dirty surplus clothing, fingerless wool gloves during the winter.
Occupation: None, unemployed, homeless
Home City: Blackwork
Housing location: Blackwork alleys
Backstory:
Twelve held the Saint close, and kissed him on the lips lightly. The Saint looked back, not dispassionately, not with hate, as Twelve had foreseen, but with pity.
Twelve's eyes blazed with confusion. The Saint knew. He knew this would happen. He'd heard the clank of the lorica segmentatum before the men in crimson had come to take him away, Twelve's kiss the signal, the marker. He'd seen the points of the pilum, raised in the desert sun, felt the strike of the whip, the prick of the thorns, the weight of the wood. He'd known it all, and even then, his eyes pitied Twelve.
'All men must die.' the Saint had whispered, as he was pulled away, to become the Savior.
And when Twelve awoke, the next day, he was no longer twelfth. Disowned, he wandered, immediately and keenly aware of his mistake. To the priests he returned his devils' silver, to God he made clear his lamentations and regrets, and to the gallows he went for his repentance.
The drop snapped his neck, and he closed his eyes, only to open them to damnation. No longer was he Twelve, the betrayer. Fresh in his eyes was a new world, and a new name, a new mission-- Fourteenth.
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Fourteenth's past is mysterious and strange, and in the centuries he's wandered, he has forgotten much of it himself. He has alternated between striving toward repentance, and languishing in despair, and in the twenty-first century, again does he return wearily to seek the succor of death.
It is not his own life, this time, that drives him to shepherd the weak and the downtrodden, but his transgression. In 1994, accosted by an unknown organization, Fourteenth's arm was taken from him, to be studied by mages and scientists. Unwilling to allow the sin of immortality to spread, he came to the city of Blackwork to defend the downtrodden and to find information that would lead him to the shadowy organization that stole his secret.
Other: N/A
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'10"
Physique: Wiry, toned, insanely scarred. Fourteenth is tan and raven haired. He is missing his left arm, and right eye, but uses a clearly stolen cybernetic prosthesis (it is a full inch longer than his actual arm). He wears no eyepatch over his empty right socket. He appears to be in his mid twenties, scars aside.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Clothing description: Dirty surplus clothing, fingerless wool gloves during the winter.
Occupation: None, unemployed, homeless
Home City: Blackwork
Housing location: Blackwork alleys
Backstory:
Twelve held the Saint close, and kissed him on the lips lightly. The Saint looked back, not dispassionately, not with hate, as Twelve had foreseen, but with pity.
Twelve's eyes blazed with confusion. The Saint knew. He knew this would happen. He'd heard the clank of the lorica segmentatum before the men in crimson had come to take him away, Twelve's kiss the signal, the marker. He'd seen the points of the pilum, raised in the desert sun, felt the strike of the whip, the prick of the thorns, the weight of the wood. He'd known it all, and even then, his eyes pitied Twelve.
'All men must die.' the Saint had whispered, as he was pulled away, to become the Savior.
And when Twelve awoke, the next day, he was no longer twelfth. Disowned, he wandered, immediately and keenly aware of his mistake. To the priests he returned his devils' silver, to God he made clear his lamentations and regrets, and to the gallows he went for his repentance.
The drop snapped his neck, and he closed his eyes, only to open them to damnation. No longer was he Twelve, the betrayer. Fresh in his eyes was a new world, and a new name, a new mission-- Fourteenth.
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Fourteenth's past is mysterious and strange, and in the centuries he's wandered, he has forgotten much of it himself. He has alternated between striving toward repentance, and languishing in despair, and in the twenty-first century, again does he return wearily to seek the succor of death.
It is not his own life, this time, that drives him to shepherd the weak and the downtrodden, but his transgression. In 1994, accosted by an unknown organization, Fourteenth's arm was taken from him, to be studied by mages and scientists. Unwilling to allow the sin of immortality to spread, he came to the city of Blackwork to defend the downtrodden and to find information that would lead him to the shadowy organization that stole his secret.
Other: N/A