Daddy Skelly
02-04-09, 07:19 PM
Name: Kenneth Xenohart. He refers to himself as "Daddy".
Sex: Male.
Age: 41 at death, but 44 chronologically.
Race: A human skeleton.
Height/Weight: 6 feet 5 inches, 40 lbs.
Nationality: Radasanthian.
Personality: Kenneth is an introvert, reserved and quiet but with a steel will that only seems strengthened from his unfortunate situation. He lives with a determination not easily matched by others. His serious disposition comes off as pessimistically morose, but other than that it is tough to tell what he is thinking because his skull has that common, emotionless expression perpetually plastered to it.
His reserved personality is likely a result of him being undead; Being shunned from the common life that he had been used to for forty one years. Combined with the loss of his daughter and his enslavement by the mysterious necromancer, Daddy stays away from most people or if he does associate with anyone he drapes himself in heavy, concealing clothing. Nonetheless, he seems caring deep down; Some type of fatherly love, for those he gets close to.
Appearance: Kenneth was a large and burly man in his young, adventuring days. Tall and broad, his skeletal structure is the same way. The color of his bone is a dirty reddish-gray, more gray than red. When he first became undead, he still had skin, bone and muscle which rotted away after a couple years, being useless to him because all of his movement had become magical. Now he looks like any other long-dead skeleton; Empty, lifeless eye sockets, etc.
Though, he shows none of this. He clothes himself with heavy cloth such as a gray woolen scarf wrapped around his face thus covering his mouth and nose. A heavy, jet black cloth hooded cloak is clasped around his neck at all times, the hood pulled over his eyes. The length of the cloak brushes up against the ground as he walks, and is large enough to be wrapped around his skeletal form like a blanket. He wears large, black boots on his feet and overly large, durable gloves of the same color on his hands. He doesn't wear clothing on any other parts of his body, rather, he seems to be heavily wrapped in blood red cloth that makes him look like a normal, weirdly dressed man from afar.
Fighting Abilities
Enhanced Attributes - The dark magic that resulted in Kenneth's undeath has seemed to make him naturally stronger compared to an average human male. Thus granting him roughly 1.3x strength and that combined with the light weight of bones allows him to run and jump probably 1.5x faster and farther than normal. Somehow he retains each of his perceptual senses (except taste and smell), but they aren't enhanced in any way.
Swordplay - Kenneth was once a skilled adventurer before he had a daughter and settled down to live in Radasanth for the rest of his life. He learned how to use a greatsword like a master. Over time, his skills had digressed with age until he died and became undead where he had to take to the blade again. Now, his abilities lean more towards average - He currently has no particular style or form of sword fighting, but knows how to generally swing and parry.
Unarmed Combat - He took it upon himself to become a practitioner of martial arts back when he was young and alive and became skilled at fighting without weapons as well as with them. In undeath, Ken can still recall forms and techniques from mixed martial arts that he had learned in the past, making him an average martial artist.
-----Concussive Force: The natural toughness of Kenneth's bones combined with the dark magic keeping them all together make his punches and kicks much harder than a person alive and of the same strength as him.
Painless - Simply put, Kenneth feels no pain. He has no nerves or skin, just bone. The elements have no effect on him, cold or hot. This does not mean he can't freeze or melt; But he just won't feel it.
Miscellaneous Abilities
Magical Bone Frame - The human skeleton is naturally tough; Easily called a very durable material. Ken's structure has been even more enhanced due to the magic keeping him together, making him more durable than normal bone. His bones will more likely crack and break before they bend, akin to an average skeleton as well but it's much harder to do so.
Underwater - Kenneth does not breathe. As thus, he can walk underwater like normal, given the natural physics of walking beneath water. A bad effect of being underwater is, he can't swim at all. He'd have to literally climb up and out the side of a body of water rather than float and swim through it.
Regeneration - This isn't the technical form of the word regeneration, where if he loses his arm, a new one will grow in its place. Rather if, say, even his skull was crushed, the bone will collect and piece itself back together. The process takes days, even weeks given the severity of the breakage. If Kenneth was crushed to dust, it would take months for him to become one again. This makes him virtually invulnerable, but able to be incapacitated.
Equipment
Steel Greatsword - A large standard, steel bladed greatsword. The four foot long blade is tarnished and cruelly notched from years of use without cleaning. The hilt is roughly two feet long, tightly wrapped in tattered brown leather with a common square wrist guard. Kenneth keeps the sword strapped to his back, without a sheath.
Clothing - The clothing he wears. This consists of a scarf, cloak, boots, gloves and the cloth that is always wrapped around his body (detailed in Appearance).
History
At first, Kenneth didn't lose any memory of his life before death. But over time, his thoughts began to fade away into nothingness; A result of his own willingness to forget as well as the dark magic enslaving him stripping his thoughts away from his spirit. The memory of his life when he wasn't undead is next to nothing now. Ken is an empty shell of what he was, currently remembering three facts: He was alive once. He had a daughter who was murdered by the man who also killed him and had a wife who died during childbirth.
All he has left is the following documents written in an age-old diary that he keeps with him at all times. He does not even remember if he himself wrote it, but as it relates to what he does remember now, he keeps it.
There was a time when I was alive. I had skin, muscle, eyes and blood... A heart... It was stolen from me, all of it. I won't even blame the man whose magics took by body from me. I blame natural human greed, lust, the desire to kill for one's own gain. I blame that.
All I wanted was to live, to live and be happy and keep my daughter safe. Now I'm forced to kill people for the man who took my life away. My mind is still intact, but my body does as He commands... To not obey his commands would mean death. A welcomed death. But no, his necromancy compels me to slash where and at who He wants. He has no name, no soul or good-nature. He is the bane of all that has morals.
I've never seen Him. I don't know what He looks like, or if he even truly controls me. I wander aimlessly on my own in this life-after-life and he whispers into my conscious whenever he wants, telling me what to do and I have to do what he says...
My twelve year old daughter, Sarah, murdered. Sarah's mother, my wife, died giving birth to her. Nothing left and nothing to look forward to. Nothing but servitude... I write this while I still retain most of who I am and leave it for someone to pick up and read, maybe learn from.
The rest of the notebook is strangely blank. But he has took it upon himself to continue writing in it when he feels like it.
Sex: Male.
Age: 41 at death, but 44 chronologically.
Race: A human skeleton.
Height/Weight: 6 feet 5 inches, 40 lbs.
Nationality: Radasanthian.
Personality: Kenneth is an introvert, reserved and quiet but with a steel will that only seems strengthened from his unfortunate situation. He lives with a determination not easily matched by others. His serious disposition comes off as pessimistically morose, but other than that it is tough to tell what he is thinking because his skull has that common, emotionless expression perpetually plastered to it.
His reserved personality is likely a result of him being undead; Being shunned from the common life that he had been used to for forty one years. Combined with the loss of his daughter and his enslavement by the mysterious necromancer, Daddy stays away from most people or if he does associate with anyone he drapes himself in heavy, concealing clothing. Nonetheless, he seems caring deep down; Some type of fatherly love, for those he gets close to.
Appearance: Kenneth was a large and burly man in his young, adventuring days. Tall and broad, his skeletal structure is the same way. The color of his bone is a dirty reddish-gray, more gray than red. When he first became undead, he still had skin, bone and muscle which rotted away after a couple years, being useless to him because all of his movement had become magical. Now he looks like any other long-dead skeleton; Empty, lifeless eye sockets, etc.
Though, he shows none of this. He clothes himself with heavy cloth such as a gray woolen scarf wrapped around his face thus covering his mouth and nose. A heavy, jet black cloth hooded cloak is clasped around his neck at all times, the hood pulled over his eyes. The length of the cloak brushes up against the ground as he walks, and is large enough to be wrapped around his skeletal form like a blanket. He wears large, black boots on his feet and overly large, durable gloves of the same color on his hands. He doesn't wear clothing on any other parts of his body, rather, he seems to be heavily wrapped in blood red cloth that makes him look like a normal, weirdly dressed man from afar.
Fighting Abilities
Enhanced Attributes - The dark magic that resulted in Kenneth's undeath has seemed to make him naturally stronger compared to an average human male. Thus granting him roughly 1.3x strength and that combined with the light weight of bones allows him to run and jump probably 1.5x faster and farther than normal. Somehow he retains each of his perceptual senses (except taste and smell), but they aren't enhanced in any way.
Swordplay - Kenneth was once a skilled adventurer before he had a daughter and settled down to live in Radasanth for the rest of his life. He learned how to use a greatsword like a master. Over time, his skills had digressed with age until he died and became undead where he had to take to the blade again. Now, his abilities lean more towards average - He currently has no particular style or form of sword fighting, but knows how to generally swing and parry.
Unarmed Combat - He took it upon himself to become a practitioner of martial arts back when he was young and alive and became skilled at fighting without weapons as well as with them. In undeath, Ken can still recall forms and techniques from mixed martial arts that he had learned in the past, making him an average martial artist.
-----Concussive Force: The natural toughness of Kenneth's bones combined with the dark magic keeping them all together make his punches and kicks much harder than a person alive and of the same strength as him.
Painless - Simply put, Kenneth feels no pain. He has no nerves or skin, just bone. The elements have no effect on him, cold or hot. This does not mean he can't freeze or melt; But he just won't feel it.
Miscellaneous Abilities
Magical Bone Frame - The human skeleton is naturally tough; Easily called a very durable material. Ken's structure has been even more enhanced due to the magic keeping him together, making him more durable than normal bone. His bones will more likely crack and break before they bend, akin to an average skeleton as well but it's much harder to do so.
Underwater - Kenneth does not breathe. As thus, he can walk underwater like normal, given the natural physics of walking beneath water. A bad effect of being underwater is, he can't swim at all. He'd have to literally climb up and out the side of a body of water rather than float and swim through it.
Regeneration - This isn't the technical form of the word regeneration, where if he loses his arm, a new one will grow in its place. Rather if, say, even his skull was crushed, the bone will collect and piece itself back together. The process takes days, even weeks given the severity of the breakage. If Kenneth was crushed to dust, it would take months for him to become one again. This makes him virtually invulnerable, but able to be incapacitated.
Equipment
Steel Greatsword - A large standard, steel bladed greatsword. The four foot long blade is tarnished and cruelly notched from years of use without cleaning. The hilt is roughly two feet long, tightly wrapped in tattered brown leather with a common square wrist guard. Kenneth keeps the sword strapped to his back, without a sheath.
Clothing - The clothing he wears. This consists of a scarf, cloak, boots, gloves and the cloth that is always wrapped around his body (detailed in Appearance).
History
At first, Kenneth didn't lose any memory of his life before death. But over time, his thoughts began to fade away into nothingness; A result of his own willingness to forget as well as the dark magic enslaving him stripping his thoughts away from his spirit. The memory of his life when he wasn't undead is next to nothing now. Ken is an empty shell of what he was, currently remembering three facts: He was alive once. He had a daughter who was murdered by the man who also killed him and had a wife who died during childbirth.
All he has left is the following documents written in an age-old diary that he keeps with him at all times. He does not even remember if he himself wrote it, but as it relates to what he does remember now, he keeps it.
There was a time when I was alive. I had skin, muscle, eyes and blood... A heart... It was stolen from me, all of it. I won't even blame the man whose magics took by body from me. I blame natural human greed, lust, the desire to kill for one's own gain. I blame that.
All I wanted was to live, to live and be happy and keep my daughter safe. Now I'm forced to kill people for the man who took my life away. My mind is still intact, but my body does as He commands... To not obey his commands would mean death. A welcomed death. But no, his necromancy compels me to slash where and at who He wants. He has no name, no soul or good-nature. He is the bane of all that has morals.
I've never seen Him. I don't know what He looks like, or if he even truly controls me. I wander aimlessly on my own in this life-after-life and he whispers into my conscious whenever he wants, telling me what to do and I have to do what he says...
My twelve year old daughter, Sarah, murdered. Sarah's mother, my wife, died giving birth to her. Nothing left and nothing to look forward to. Nothing but servitude... I write this while I still retain most of who I am and leave it for someone to pick up and read, maybe learn from.
The rest of the notebook is strangely blank. But he has took it upon himself to continue writing in it when he feels like it.