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09-14-08, 09:13 PM
Name: Al Skora
Age: 52
Race: Human
Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Occupation: Hobo
Personality: Al's seemingly a stereotypical hobo. He's suffers from poor hygiene, he's always begging for some loose change, and looks as if he's suffering from a mental disorder or two, sometimes by shouting random tidbits out loud such as "Revere me, for I am the almighty God, Thor," or "Who wants to play footsies?" His only outstanding physical trait revolves around his nervous system. A majority of his nerves have died off among the years of excessive drug use or violent beatings he's suffered. In return, Al no longer has feelings. "Feelings," as in both sensations and emotions.
Within the human body, nerves systematically relay information between each other until the electrical signal reaches the brain. When pain is inflicted, such as burns or shocks, the nerves relay this information to the brain, so that the body learns to avoid such trauma. Emotions work in a similar manner. Fear usually results in the nerves relaying information to the brain that lets it know that action is needed, whether it be to run or to fight. Due to the dulled nerves, Al essentially works as a fearless "zombie," although he is entirely mortal.
His interactions with others consist of the usual hobo mannerisms: begging for change so that he can either buy some food or some more drugs or alcohol, acting like a crazy old man, etc.
Appearance: Al wears the same set of clothing everyday. His attire consists of a worn, white top hat, cracked circular sunglasses with a bent frame, scraggly tan overcoat, oversized black pants with suspenders keeping them up, and expensive, brand-spanking new, out of place black shoes. As you can tell, he makes poor financial choices. Underneath it all, under the defiled clothing, the yellow teeth and the ingrown nails, lies a good lookin' "aging gentleman." But he's still a crazy old coot who hasn't brushed his now-missing teeth in over twenty years. His hair's shoulder-length (and possibly infested with lice), although it does have a wild rock-star look to it.
History: Al lived the normal life of a child, although his father had left before his birth and his mother died of birthing complications--he was bright, was taught well, did extraordinarily well in all aspects. Essentially, he had life by the balls. But, he was led astray... all because of a wealthy gentleman who only went by the name of "Ziggy." Using his friendly mannerisms and charming charisma, he quickly befriended Al who looked up to him as a father-figure. In fact, Ziggy adopted Al after the course of a year or two.
However, Ziggy got into some debt to loan-sharks. And began drinking. And abusing drugs. And objectifying women. And striking Al in drunken rages. During the course of these beatings, Al's nerves slowly but surely dulled. His enthusiasm and naivete faded as he grew older. He no longer showed any emotion, despite his beatings, despite his father's life swirling down the drain. In an attempt to help his "father," Al gave up his schooling and began to work. During the course of a month at one point in time, Ziggy went missing. Al was left homeless, as the loan-sharks claimed Ziggy's home as "payment" for his debts. Al quit working the moment he heard the news to find Ziggy.
A year later, Ziggy was found dead in a puddle of his own urine in a welfare hospital.
Al's life went the way of Ziggy's over the course of the remainder of his life: drugs and booze and women and debt and drunken rages and beatings and hell on earth. Whenever he's not drunk or stoned, he does eventually show only one emotion. That emotion is remorse; regret. He had life in the palm of his hands, and Ziggy's influence stole it from him.
Skills: As stated before, his "skill" is to feel nothing, whether it be pain or emotions due to the dulled nerves. They're not dead, as he's still got control over them, they just don't relay information back to the brain. Now, when it comes to moving, it's as if his entire body was subjected to Novocaine. Other than that, he's a normal human-being.
Equipment: An empty bottle of wine and an elegant scarf are the only two items this pour soul carries around.
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I'm a bit new to this, so any pointers would be swell.
Age: 52
Race: Human
Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Occupation: Hobo
Personality: Al's seemingly a stereotypical hobo. He's suffers from poor hygiene, he's always begging for some loose change, and looks as if he's suffering from a mental disorder or two, sometimes by shouting random tidbits out loud such as "Revere me, for I am the almighty God, Thor," or "Who wants to play footsies?" His only outstanding physical trait revolves around his nervous system. A majority of his nerves have died off among the years of excessive drug use or violent beatings he's suffered. In return, Al no longer has feelings. "Feelings," as in both sensations and emotions.
Within the human body, nerves systematically relay information between each other until the electrical signal reaches the brain. When pain is inflicted, such as burns or shocks, the nerves relay this information to the brain, so that the body learns to avoid such trauma. Emotions work in a similar manner. Fear usually results in the nerves relaying information to the brain that lets it know that action is needed, whether it be to run or to fight. Due to the dulled nerves, Al essentially works as a fearless "zombie," although he is entirely mortal.
His interactions with others consist of the usual hobo mannerisms: begging for change so that he can either buy some food or some more drugs or alcohol, acting like a crazy old man, etc.
Appearance: Al wears the same set of clothing everyday. His attire consists of a worn, white top hat, cracked circular sunglasses with a bent frame, scraggly tan overcoat, oversized black pants with suspenders keeping them up, and expensive, brand-spanking new, out of place black shoes. As you can tell, he makes poor financial choices. Underneath it all, under the defiled clothing, the yellow teeth and the ingrown nails, lies a good lookin' "aging gentleman." But he's still a crazy old coot who hasn't brushed his now-missing teeth in over twenty years. His hair's shoulder-length (and possibly infested with lice), although it does have a wild rock-star look to it.
History: Al lived the normal life of a child, although his father had left before his birth and his mother died of birthing complications--he was bright, was taught well, did extraordinarily well in all aspects. Essentially, he had life by the balls. But, he was led astray... all because of a wealthy gentleman who only went by the name of "Ziggy." Using his friendly mannerisms and charming charisma, he quickly befriended Al who looked up to him as a father-figure. In fact, Ziggy adopted Al after the course of a year or two.
However, Ziggy got into some debt to loan-sharks. And began drinking. And abusing drugs. And objectifying women. And striking Al in drunken rages. During the course of these beatings, Al's nerves slowly but surely dulled. His enthusiasm and naivete faded as he grew older. He no longer showed any emotion, despite his beatings, despite his father's life swirling down the drain. In an attempt to help his "father," Al gave up his schooling and began to work. During the course of a month at one point in time, Ziggy went missing. Al was left homeless, as the loan-sharks claimed Ziggy's home as "payment" for his debts. Al quit working the moment he heard the news to find Ziggy.
A year later, Ziggy was found dead in a puddle of his own urine in a welfare hospital.
Al's life went the way of Ziggy's over the course of the remainder of his life: drugs and booze and women and debt and drunken rages and beatings and hell on earth. Whenever he's not drunk or stoned, he does eventually show only one emotion. That emotion is remorse; regret. He had life in the palm of his hands, and Ziggy's influence stole it from him.
Skills: As stated before, his "skill" is to feel nothing, whether it be pain or emotions due to the dulled nerves. They're not dead, as he's still got control over them, they just don't relay information back to the brain. Now, when it comes to moving, it's as if his entire body was subjected to Novocaine. Other than that, he's a normal human-being.
Equipment: An empty bottle of wine and an elegant scarf are the only two items this pour soul carries around.
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I'm a bit new to this, so any pointers would be swell.