Post by Arihant on Jan 29, 2008 20:52:59 GMT
Name: Arihant. This isn’t his real name, but one that he has had to use due to unfortunate circumstances. His real name is one of his most guarded secrets.
Age: He just turned seventeen a few days ago. He didn’t celebrate this.
Physical description: He’s of medium height (about 5’11” – he doesn’t quite clear the six foot mark) and of a slim build. He is quite wiry and as such can run rather fast, but he looks like he hasn’t had a solid meal in a very long time. Of course, those making that assumption would be completely right.
He’s Indian (explaining the name somewhat), so he has dark skin. His hair is black and curly, but not terribly long.
Some would consider him handsome. His jaw is strong and quite angular, his forehead isn’t too big, his nose is perfectly straight, and his mouth, although perhaps smaller than most, is a good shape. Generally, it’s an inoffensive face, certainly not a memorable one.
His best feature is his eyes, which are dark chocolate in colour and much softer than the rest of his features, but he usually keeps them averted. One only appreciates the full beauty of his eyes if he is comfortable enough to look into theirs.
He does look older than he really is, but not by much. It’s mostly because of the life he’s led so far – all that heartache has taken a pretty impressive toll on him.
Clothing description:
A long sleeved T-shirt of neutral colour, with scarves and pullneck sweaters if the weather permits it. Jeans (generally those that are too big), trainers, a hooded top, a jacket.
And, of course, there's the gloves. Tan suede. And those are never taken off in the presence of others, and only in private when absolutely necessary.
Personality: When with others, Arihant will always make the effort to appear happier than he really is. For one, he doesn’t want to stand out, and for another he doesn’t think that his problems are any more than he deserves, and they certainly aren’t the problems of others. He’s got pretty low self-esteem, and is very selfless as well. He’s quite bitter.
He tries to stop people from becoming friends with him – he thinks he’s too dangerous to get close to people, and to be honest, he is. He hates to do this, but if he finds himself wavering in this resolution all he needs to do is remind himself of what he’s already done to those he used to love.
As such, he’s very solitary. This is not what he would choose if he could, but he honestly believes that he’s not supposed to have friends. He is very polite and will talk with strangers happily (if a little shyly), but he has to reject pretty much all offers of friendship. He spends most of his time on his own, because after a while it just gets easier not to meet new people at all.
One thing that makes him angry is when people take their loved ones for granted. Actually, that’s the thing that makes him most angry of all. When angry, he is very careful not to give off signs of the aggression he’s feeling, because the last thing he wants to do is initiate a fight. That would most likely be fatal for his opponent. He’s very careful and quite serious, but he has been known to laugh.
He can brood on his past at times, and can get caught in daydreams of what his life would have been like if he was different. Anyone who’d had the life he has would be more than entitled to. Generally, however, he is able to stop himself. One of his greatest goals in his life is to keep going and not to feel sorry for himself.
Finally, he is a technological genius, particularly in the fields of physics, mathematics and information technology. He has spent a good deal of his spare time learning everything to be known about these things – when it isn’t safe for you to go outside you have a lot of spare time. He doesn’t tend to talk about them, though, because he is aware that most find it very uninteresting. He’s very adept at games that require logic, and plays a mean game of chess. He’s also fluent in English, Hindi and German (however, I do not speak a word of the two latter, so please, please don’t expect me to write in them) and can write Devanagari script.
History: He was born in an industrial town near the border between India and Bangladesh to Hindu parents. He had two siblings – a sister who was three years younger than him, and a brother two years older.
The first thirteen years of his life passed without event, for the most part. He was a typical little boy, aside from his raised aptitude for logical subjects and the fact that his father taught him swordsmanship (as was an ancient family tradition). He had an old computer in his bedroom that he loved taking apart and putting back together – it gave him the same joy most children experience when finishing a jigsaw puzzle.
But shortly after his thirteenth birthday, that entire life fell apart. His powers manifested.
That morning, he killed his entire family, and more besides.
He ran. What else could he have done? It was only a matter of time before the authorities started after him, he knew that once they discovered the truth he would be locked up for life. He panicked. He took all the money he could find in the house and ran as far away as he could.
Eventually, he ended up in Vienna, Austria. Something about that city appealed to him, made him want to stop running. He had been using a fake name for all this time, so he was sure that they wouldn’t be able to find him here.
He managed to obtain a small apartment after a while (through various illegal means), where he lived in peace, away from all those people he could hurt so easily. He made whatever money he needed by fixing people’s computers for them. He managed to live, if not happily, then peacefully there, for a while.
But the loneliness took its toll on him. He didn’t want to quarantine himself forever. He wanted to be fixed.
One night, in a bar, he heard two Englishmen talking about a school called Orchid Hill Academy. They praised its staff, its pupils, and in particular its excellent healing facilities – a school for the gifted, they called it. For those… a little more special than others.
Arihant immediately set his sights on getting into this school, no matter what the cost, and a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday he finally received the letter that confirmed his acceptance. He packed up his scant belongings (leaving behind practically everything but his laptop and his violin) and caught the first flight he could.
Gifts: His entire body is much stronger than a regular person’s – invincible in the sense that his skin can’t be cut, his bones can’t be broken and he is very, very strong and fast, but he can still get sick. His skin still feels normal to the touch (not that that’s important to anyone but him).
Anyone who has skin-to-skin contact with him is immediately infected with an incurable disease. This disease attacks all the systems of the body in a certain order. The person is killed in great pain within a couple of hours, and there is no known cure. The disease is completely fatal, not even those with healing powers can cure it.
There is one unknown cure, but no one knows what it is.
Hobbies: Disembowelling his computer and putting it back together, studying (yes, that’s one of his hobbies. He takes every opportunity seriously), reading (mostly classics), playing the violin, and thinking up new and ingenious ways to avoid skin-to-skin contact. He can’t draw or write very well, but he knows good art and literature when he sees them. Playing the violin is about the only creative thing he’s really good at.
Pets: None.
Group: Warriors.
Age: He just turned seventeen a few days ago. He didn’t celebrate this.
Physical description: He’s of medium height (about 5’11” – he doesn’t quite clear the six foot mark) and of a slim build. He is quite wiry and as such can run rather fast, but he looks like he hasn’t had a solid meal in a very long time. Of course, those making that assumption would be completely right.
He’s Indian (explaining the name somewhat), so he has dark skin. His hair is black and curly, but not terribly long.
Some would consider him handsome. His jaw is strong and quite angular, his forehead isn’t too big, his nose is perfectly straight, and his mouth, although perhaps smaller than most, is a good shape. Generally, it’s an inoffensive face, certainly not a memorable one.
His best feature is his eyes, which are dark chocolate in colour and much softer than the rest of his features, but he usually keeps them averted. One only appreciates the full beauty of his eyes if he is comfortable enough to look into theirs.
He does look older than he really is, but not by much. It’s mostly because of the life he’s led so far – all that heartache has taken a pretty impressive toll on him.
Clothing description:
A long sleeved T-shirt of neutral colour, with scarves and pullneck sweaters if the weather permits it. Jeans (generally those that are too big), trainers, a hooded top, a jacket.
And, of course, there's the gloves. Tan suede. And those are never taken off in the presence of others, and only in private when absolutely necessary.
Personality: When with others, Arihant will always make the effort to appear happier than he really is. For one, he doesn’t want to stand out, and for another he doesn’t think that his problems are any more than he deserves, and they certainly aren’t the problems of others. He’s got pretty low self-esteem, and is very selfless as well. He’s quite bitter.
He tries to stop people from becoming friends with him – he thinks he’s too dangerous to get close to people, and to be honest, he is. He hates to do this, but if he finds himself wavering in this resolution all he needs to do is remind himself of what he’s already done to those he used to love.
As such, he’s very solitary. This is not what he would choose if he could, but he honestly believes that he’s not supposed to have friends. He is very polite and will talk with strangers happily (if a little shyly), but he has to reject pretty much all offers of friendship. He spends most of his time on his own, because after a while it just gets easier not to meet new people at all.
One thing that makes him angry is when people take their loved ones for granted. Actually, that’s the thing that makes him most angry of all. When angry, he is very careful not to give off signs of the aggression he’s feeling, because the last thing he wants to do is initiate a fight. That would most likely be fatal for his opponent. He’s very careful and quite serious, but he has been known to laugh.
He can brood on his past at times, and can get caught in daydreams of what his life would have been like if he was different. Anyone who’d had the life he has would be more than entitled to. Generally, however, he is able to stop himself. One of his greatest goals in his life is to keep going and not to feel sorry for himself.
Finally, he is a technological genius, particularly in the fields of physics, mathematics and information technology. He has spent a good deal of his spare time learning everything to be known about these things – when it isn’t safe for you to go outside you have a lot of spare time. He doesn’t tend to talk about them, though, because he is aware that most find it very uninteresting. He’s very adept at games that require logic, and plays a mean game of chess. He’s also fluent in English, Hindi and German (however, I do not speak a word of the two latter, so please, please don’t expect me to write in them) and can write Devanagari script.
History: He was born in an industrial town near the border between India and Bangladesh to Hindu parents. He had two siblings – a sister who was three years younger than him, and a brother two years older.
The first thirteen years of his life passed without event, for the most part. He was a typical little boy, aside from his raised aptitude for logical subjects and the fact that his father taught him swordsmanship (as was an ancient family tradition). He had an old computer in his bedroom that he loved taking apart and putting back together – it gave him the same joy most children experience when finishing a jigsaw puzzle.
But shortly after his thirteenth birthday, that entire life fell apart. His powers manifested.
That morning, he killed his entire family, and more besides.
He ran. What else could he have done? It was only a matter of time before the authorities started after him, he knew that once they discovered the truth he would be locked up for life. He panicked. He took all the money he could find in the house and ran as far away as he could.
Eventually, he ended up in Vienna, Austria. Something about that city appealed to him, made him want to stop running. He had been using a fake name for all this time, so he was sure that they wouldn’t be able to find him here.
He managed to obtain a small apartment after a while (through various illegal means), where he lived in peace, away from all those people he could hurt so easily. He made whatever money he needed by fixing people’s computers for them. He managed to live, if not happily, then peacefully there, for a while.
But the loneliness took its toll on him. He didn’t want to quarantine himself forever. He wanted to be fixed.
One night, in a bar, he heard two Englishmen talking about a school called Orchid Hill Academy. They praised its staff, its pupils, and in particular its excellent healing facilities – a school for the gifted, they called it. For those… a little more special than others.
Arihant immediately set his sights on getting into this school, no matter what the cost, and a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday he finally received the letter that confirmed his acceptance. He packed up his scant belongings (leaving behind practically everything but his laptop and his violin) and caught the first flight he could.
Gifts: His entire body is much stronger than a regular person’s – invincible in the sense that his skin can’t be cut, his bones can’t be broken and he is very, very strong and fast, but he can still get sick. His skin still feels normal to the touch (not that that’s important to anyone but him).
Anyone who has skin-to-skin contact with him is immediately infected with an incurable disease. This disease attacks all the systems of the body in a certain order. The person is killed in great pain within a couple of hours, and there is no known cure. The disease is completely fatal, not even those with healing powers can cure it.
There is one unknown cure, but no one knows what it is.
Hobbies: Disembowelling his computer and putting it back together, studying (yes, that’s one of his hobbies. He takes every opportunity seriously), reading (mostly classics), playing the violin, and thinking up new and ingenious ways to avoid skin-to-skin contact. He can’t draw or write very well, but he knows good art and literature when he sees them. Playing the violin is about the only creative thing he’s really good at.
Pets: None.
Group: Warriors.
