Post by Fayn on Jul 13, 2010 11:05:05 GMT -5
What the numbers say
Name: Fayn Schuyler Linum
Preferred Alias: Schuyler
Age: 23
Gender: Man
Birthday: June 5th
Height: 5 ft, 10 in
Weight: 136 lb
Sexuality: Not interested in sex
Shift: Tiger Shark (Galeocerdo cuvier)
What you see
Naked: Schuyler is a very distinctive looking chap. His sallow skin is tinged a bluish-grey tone with stark grey-white palms and stomach, very rough and sort of leathery like sandpaper. Dark blunted stripes down his spine also wrap around his throat and torso in front, looking like bruises. Schuyler has ragged pointed nails and three layers of serrated teeth behind black-tinted lips. His hair is long and stiff, like fine wire filigree. Luminescently silver it falls down his back in a sheet. In the front his bangs cover his eyes, which is just as well, since his irises are enormous with many concentric rings of murky blue, black, white, and strange shifting colors. Because he is part-shark, Schuyler has dark blue-black rimmed lines that fade out on either side of his neck. They are gills, pulled shut tightly when he's not in the water. A matching set of three larger gill slits are found on his chest, just in front of his human lungs. He has thin blade-like fins on his forearms, from the wrist to the elbow. They are hard cartilage and good for slicing.
Clothed: Because his skin starts to get itchy and dry if he goes unhydrated for a long period of time, Schuyler wears a black wetsuit on land, with openings for his gills and arm-fins. It has a system of thin plastic tubes that better circulate water to his entire body. He normally doesn't wear anything else because clothing is cumbersome to him.
Who he is
Personality: A loose cannon, Schuyler seems to bear no motive, and will rarely speak to anyone, unless attempting to save them from himself, but that is rarely the case as he believes most people deserve to die. He's taciturn and stoic, very silent, and very contemplative. Because of the cold-blooded sluggish shark in him, he operates on a different time-table. Humans and warm-blooded mammals are all fast, energetic, impatient. In contrast, Schuyler is extremely patient, thoughtful, and lethargic.
Schuyler's expression does all the talking for him. Unfortunate, then, that his hides his eyes from view and his face expresses only very stiff emotions which aren't easily interepreted by a normal human. There is something of a brooding quality to his silent and stoic nature, but no rhyme or reason to the story of madness behind it. He's very simple and linear in his thinking. Normally he observes quietly, and then suddenly he snaps for no reason.
It's a pity, because Schuyler is resourceful, strong, just sealed away behind millions of invisible layers. When it seems like one barrier is surpassed, another thing sets him off and all progress is undone. He hasn't reconciled the cold-blooded, rational fish with whatever remains of the human. He has a lack of values, morals, and ethics in general.
He's pretty low maintenance though. Schuyler doesn't require too much. Water, and a kill every now and then. Once the smell of blood hits him, there's no stopping him and it seems as though he transforms into a killing, eating machine, which is essentially what his DNA has wired him to be. Give him the scent of a certain individual's blood or race, and he will hunt the person down relentlessly and brutally murder them. No questions asked. Just an uncontrollable urge to destroy, maim, and ruin. And after the kill, he's tamed for a while.
Other:
He used to live in Verge Apartments, in a giant glass tank in one of the rooms.
He left briefly to find the ocean but after several unpleasant encounters with humans that he slaughtered, and the police, he's decided to return.
He's currently taking up residence with Leave in her room, in a giant cylindrical wash-tub shoved in one corner.
He's pretty irritable, doesn't like loud noises, and so he periodically needs to get away from Leave once in a while.
Sample: Killing little boys. Good times.
It had only taken a second for him to curl a silver hand round the boys wrist, the rest of his arm disappearing into the murk below, leaving his form as a surprise, he was close enough to the bank to do this now, the scent of fish innards plaguing the water, sending a hunger through his body like nothing he’d had the misfortune to feel before.
He pulled, the water from his limb wetting the grass, making it easier to pull him in, dragging him under in the same amount of time it had taken his hand to curl round a part of his unsuspecting prey.
Forcing it down deep, he had to push himself off the bank wall to go deep enough without exerting too much energy, another grin captured his lips, long, you might even say, fine mermaidian hair sweeping behind him, veiling all but his malicious grin.
The fish scattered as soon as the shark bore it’s teeth; they knew what time it was and so long as they weren’t expected to watch, they soon forgave him for using them.
He let go of the human, letting it’s own clothes and hair weigh it down, whenever it bobbed up too high he easily swept forward and yanked it back down again.
He circled it, letting his grin thin slightly the more he was able to inspect it through the murky water; it was strange how you couldn’t see him from the surface when you could see him so clearly down here, his silver skin bore an odd glow, his pale hair too.
