Post by ¿Piez? on Nov 25, 2009 15:08:57 GMT -5
"he named me... claudandus" [NAME]
"they tell me i'm... a mewtwo morph" [SPECIES]
"i'm, uhm... male" [GENDER]
"according to them i'm... about twelve" [AGE]
[ALLIANCE] "i was 'created' by... lucem ferre"
[ABILITIES] "they tell me i'm more intelligent than most people... and that i can use telekinesis and telepathy. i'm not very good at telekinesis, and i've never used telepathy, but they say i'll improve..."
[MOVES] "i can use several moves, though i can't say i'm skilled with all of them..."
. confusion . disable . barrier .
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. psychic . me first .
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** italicized are the moves i am better with
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** the rest i am still experimenting with...
[DESCRIPTION]
Claudandus is thin. Very thin. Emaciated, even. His ribs can be faintly seen if he’s not wearing anything over them. Because of this he’s actually frail and weak, despite the fact that he was Morphed with a Pokémon that’s known to be powerful in build. He only weighs around eighty-five pounds. Claudandus is tall for his age, however, standing at a little over five feet.
He’s covered from head to toe by a fine coat of pale lavender fur. The fur is almost completely clear and void of color, so it’s barely noticeable in the first place. His fingers and toes lack nails. He has three fingers and a thumb, and at the tips the fingers bubble out just a bit into a round bulbous shape (while the thumb is pretty much normal). His legs closely resemble the real Mewtwo’s, with a nearly identical structure.
Stretching from the very top of his neck to right between Claudandus’ shoulders is a thin tubelike structure he uses for breathing. He also bears Mewtwo’s “horns” on his head, though they’re slightly smaller. His dull brown hair is a fluffy mess that is never - and probably never will be – brushed. He has big bright eyes. One has a brown iris, while the other’s is violet. He also wears thin-rimmed glasses. Without them he isn't completely blind or anything, but his vision becomes extremely blurry.
His lanky form is usually covered up by a white labcoat that’s way too big on him. One of the laboratory workers gave it to him when he realized he was uncomfortable with being nude all the time. Any sort of pants is out of the question, however, because of the way his legs are built. The coat’s pockets are always stuffed to the brim with eating utensils. He also has the typical red metal collar around his neck, though it doesn’t have to be used often since he’s always in the lab and has never been ‘disobedient’.
[PERSONALITY]
Claudandus is very childish. Not in an immature sort of way, but more in an innocent and curious manner. He’s quicker to ask why than how. His mind constantly searches for things to ponder about; something to keep himself occupied with thoughts and ideas. Curiosity and a thirst for knowledge are possibly the only things that keep him from being a depressed suicidal wreck.
Using his mind is far more entertaining to him than social interaction or physical activities. As such he’s very intelligent, but he lacks all traces of social skills. Even having a general conversation with somebody is awkward for him. Because of this he can sometimes seem like an egotistical jerk who thinks he’s too good to talk on anybody else’s level. In reality he’s just a shy kid who doesn’t know how to talk to people.
He fears his own strength. He isn’t afraid that he will fail to control it at some point in time. No, Claudandus’ fear lies in his subconscious. He gets a sick twinge of pleasure every time he rips something to pieces or blows something up. While he wants to believe that destruction and chaos are unnecessary and to be avoided at all costs, there’s a twisted side of him that lurks in the back of his mind, telling him that there’s no reason he shouldn’t embrace his identity as a weapon; a tool of destruction. He fears that he will one day come to terms with this part of him and accept it, losing his innocence and becoming no more than a power-hungry berserker.
Claudandus is a claustrophobic kleptomaniac. Tight spaces make him extremely edgy and uncomfortable, especially when they’re dark. He has a habit of taking things, he only tends to steal things that are small and made of metal. Eating utensils are a favorite. He’ll even grab plastic ones. As such he has a collection of spoons, forks, butter knives, and sporks.
[HISTORY]
He was alone. In the dark, held in the clutches of some sort of machine. Every time he moved, there would be a sharp prick of pain, and he would be engulfed by unconsciousness.
This is the oldest memory he has, and he still does not understand it. He never thought to ask what it meant.
The Mewtwo Morph was particularly difficult to produce. Not only was there the usual problem of subjects failing to survive the transformation, but even on the off chance that they had a successful survivor the Morph would often have to be killed. The Mewtwo Morphs were savage and violent, making attempts to destroy everything in their path the moment they came to their senses. Of course the lab’s defenses were capable enough to take care of the young Morphs and exterminate them before too much damage was caused, but the problem remained that Mewtwo’s DNA seemed far too aggressive to be used. Just as they were about to abandon the project a young boy survived the transformation. When he was awake and conscious, much to the scientists’ surprise, he seemed docile. Fragile, even. He was more concerned with his lack of memory and unfamiliar situation than he was with… yanno, killing everybody on sight.
He was carefully monitored and ‘raised’ in the lab along with a few of the other Legendary Pokémorphs. A researcher named Dr.Wycliffe took particular interest in him. Wycliffe gave him the name “Claudandus”. When the Mewtwo Morph asked why, he presented him with a book. Felidae, it was called. He simply said it was the name of one of the book’s characters. After reading it Claudandus found he was named after a psychotic cat that died a gruesome death. Whatever symbolism or meaning Wycliffe had intended, Claudandus didn’t see it.
The researcher became somewhat of a friend to him though. Dr.Wycliffe would talk to him casually and give him books to read. Claudandus soon found that he enjoyed reading quite a bit. He was good at it. He could read faster than any human possibly could, and comprehend more about a book as well. It was easy for him bury himself in the pages of a book whenever he had time to kill. Of course he didn’t exactly have a lot of that; he was created to be a weapon, and he had to be tested constantly. Scientists would take him to large rooms and have him attack targets or stuffed dummies with whatever moves he could muster. Claudandus never enjoyed this. He felt an odd rush of power every time he destroyed something; his subconscious seemed far too pleased. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t like it. To this day he fears the side of him that gets sick pleasure of some sort from destruction and senseless chaos.
Recently Dr.Wycliffe seemed to disappear from Claudandus’ life. When he brought it up to one of the lab workers he found out that Wycliffe had apparently been transferred to a different lab in the region. He hadn’t even told Claudandus; hadn’t even asked him to return all the books he’d given him. Without Wycliffe, his only real companions are these books. He re-reads them all obsessively and sulks around the lab absently, too shy to really connect with any of the other Morphs that hang around…
[OTHER]
"i keep, erm... metal eating utensils... in my pockets. and in the room of the lab i sleep in, i have a shelf where i keep the books dr.wycliffe gave me. i have a lot of them; i've never bothered to count."
I can't wait to see you roleplay him!