Post by Clairice-Sarah on Dec 28, 2009 20:58:59 GMT -5
Name/Nickname:
Telfer Smitt
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'
Weight:
160 lbs
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral, Chaotic Evil when out of control.
Affliction:
Cursed/Demon - when there is a lack of natural light (sunset until early dawn), he perceives people and animals as enemies/prey. This occurs particularly with things he is attracted to, sometimes even in natural light. As a result, paranoia based on this perception makes him attack or devour what is in front of him. His eyes, hands, and mouth are all cursed.
Nationality:
Caucasian-American
Occupation:
Shipping and receiving loader/unloader for ships at the harbour
Skills and Abilities:
Is physically fit, well built, and strong - which makes a hard physical job at the harbour easy for him. Fantastic poker-face. Speaking of gambling, considers himself fairly good at it. Can drink like a tank even if he can't go out. Enjoys barbecuing - he will barbecue anything edible at least once to see what it will taste like.
When transformed, can rip soft fleshy things apart with his hands or teeth. Capable of devouring and digesting meat raw or cooked. Has a vague sight and taste/smell (as the senses are mildly connected) for other supernatural things. Dislikes how supernatural things taste but LOVES human flesh (after tasting it once, had a hard time staying interested in stray pets or wild animals)
Weaknesses:
Gorgeous women (attraction activates/triggers his curse), being hungry, the dark. Can relieve the curse with a UVB light (usually carries one on his person, especially if he needs to be outside in the evening or night - and sometimes for work) but only by a fraction of an amount. Fog and smoke make him mildly anxious because it makes him more susceptible to the curse. Holy items, silver, and holy places make his skin burn and rash - he blames skin sensitivity. This is part of the reason he left home.
Relationships:
Few. Anything that breathes and can be eaten looks like food in the dark. Hasn't gotten laid since he was cursed just over a year ago.
Edit: was dating Angel, for just over two months. This has ended after a huge brawl with Malcolm Finley.
Personality:
Abrasive, sarcastic, confident and never shy to put in a remark. Telfer has a devil-may-car attitude, and does his own thing without really caring for rules or the opinions of others. He doesn't go out of his way to start fights or trouble, but doesn't care to follow laws or conduct ethics either. He also is not particularly helpful or trusting. Complains a lot and gets frustrated that he can't go out and have fun anymore. Really doesn't care for much. However, he is extremely shallow and cares extremely about looking good, and dating only good looking women (when he was still able). Shares a love-hate relationship now with this trait. Telfer also is torn between the legal consequences of what he does when he flips out, and what it makes him. He feels guilty but mentally and emotionally distances himself from his actions. He also has a HUGE aversion to anyone with red hair, especially girls (regardless of age).
Appearance:
Tall, broad-shouldered. Dark brown hair, narrow brown eyes. Long 'alternative' hair and a plethora of piercings - including a snakebite, two small barbells in his left eyebrow, 4g tunnels in both earlobes, a tragus on the left and an industrial on the right. He has a spade tattooed on his inner lip and on the inside-botton of each middle finger (on the sides of his index fingers). He also has a thick tribal tattoo around his right wrist. Telfer generally wears slim jeans and sarcastic/band t-shirts. More often than not, he wears industrial boots (spends most of his time working) and a leather bomber jacket. He's one of those cool guys that has his wallet attached to a chain. He wears his graduation/class ring on his right ring-finger. It was a gift from his mom and probably the only indication he ever gives that he cares about her.
When he transforms, his hands deform, grow claws, and turn black. His lips and tongue blacken and his teeth elongate into fangs. His eyes, when affected, turn yellow and black.
clairice-sarah.deviantart.com/art/More-Bridgeport-Telfer-Smitt-148349436
History:
Born and raised in Bridgeport, having only left to visit his father on select holidays as a child. His parents divorced when he was fairly young, and primary custody was given to his mother in Bridgeport. His father, outside of child-support payments, did not involve himself often in Telfer's life. Telfer's mother is a devout and strict Christian, and he rebelled as a teenager by drinking, smoking, getting pierced and getting tattoos. Not to be mistaken, Telfer loves his mother a lot but that doesn't mean he likes her. She remarried when he was fourteen - Telfer neither likes nor dislikes the guy but puts as much effort into respecting him as he did his father: none.
He is a punk, who spent all his free time kicking cans, smoking, and mouthing off to any and every form of authority. He was a dangerous dater, who on more than one occasion seduced a girl, screwed her in his car and then never called. In high school he was a player and he was proud of it.
A couple years ago he got serious dating a red-head named named Kerri. Being the boy he was, however, after making the full-year mark, got bored. He began the typical lie-and-cover, clubbing with his buddies and sleeping with other girls. She found out and disguised herself at the club. In the dark, he had no idea she was actually Kerri until they were alone together. She lost her temper on him and in a fit of jealousy, revealed that she was a demon. She cursed him, and in turn, made him into one. For looking at other women, she cursed his eyes and perception, that anytime there was no sunlight or he was attracted to someone, demonic instinct would kick in and he would see them as something to eat. His mouth and hands were cursed, too, and after hearing some whispers here and there about 'the code' out here, he had the spades tattooed.
After that, he found he couldn't live at home without his skin burning and breaking out (due to all the Christian items in his mother's house). He moved out as soon as he could and since then has lived a miserable existence of working and drinking alone at home. He has attacked and killed people during the short duration he has had this curse, but to date has never been accused of anything. Telfer has killed four people, severely injured two others, and eaten a number of larger pets or animals that happened across his path at night.
He doesn't necessarily long for companionship, but he hates his ex with a bitter passion, and hates to be bored. And he really, really, really wants to get some.
Anything Else:
-figured out that UVB light can act as a temporary relief of his demon 'symptoms.' Most of his apartment has some fancy lamps with these lights, and he always carries a flashlight on his person, in case he ever ends up in the dark at work, or out at night. His friends just think that he is still hung up over Kerri and that's why he's such a bitter recluse now.
-like everyone else in Bridgeport, drives an old car. He has a 1992 Cavalier Z24, in that lovely teal colour that marks so many cars from the 90s. However, he doesn't particularly love it. He's just had lots of good one-night stands in it so he's not quite ready to part with it yet.
-His affliction seems to only affect him with living things: he doesn't seem to have any perception problems with television or the internet (and we know what this loving-deprived boy is viewing on those)
-Absolutely HATES his name. More than you will ever know, maybe even more than Kerri.
-His roommate (whom he almost never sees, thankfully) thinks Telfer is a little strange. Telfer always keeps bottles of peroxide, ammonia, and stain remover around the apartment. He hates having to replace clothes because of his curse and has figured out all the ways to get blood out of his clothes.
-Despite a poor relationship with his mother, he makes an effort to stop by her house for dinner or something once every couple of weeks.
Telfer Smitt
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Height:
6'
Weight:
160 lbs
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral, Chaotic Evil when out of control.
Affliction:
Cursed/Demon - when there is a lack of natural light (sunset until early dawn), he perceives people and animals as enemies/prey. This occurs particularly with things he is attracted to, sometimes even in natural light. As a result, paranoia based on this perception makes him attack or devour what is in front of him. His eyes, hands, and mouth are all cursed.
Nationality:
Caucasian-American
Occupation:
Shipping and receiving loader/unloader for ships at the harbour
Skills and Abilities:
Is physically fit, well built, and strong - which makes a hard physical job at the harbour easy for him. Fantastic poker-face. Speaking of gambling, considers himself fairly good at it. Can drink like a tank even if he can't go out. Enjoys barbecuing - he will barbecue anything edible at least once to see what it will taste like.
When transformed, can rip soft fleshy things apart with his hands or teeth. Capable of devouring and digesting meat raw or cooked. Has a vague sight and taste/smell (as the senses are mildly connected) for other supernatural things. Dislikes how supernatural things taste but LOVES human flesh (after tasting it once, had a hard time staying interested in stray pets or wild animals)
Weaknesses:
Gorgeous women (attraction activates/triggers his curse), being hungry, the dark. Can relieve the curse with a UVB light (usually carries one on his person, especially if he needs to be outside in the evening or night - and sometimes for work) but only by a fraction of an amount. Fog and smoke make him mildly anxious because it makes him more susceptible to the curse. Holy items, silver, and holy places make his skin burn and rash - he blames skin sensitivity. This is part of the reason he left home.
Relationships:
Few. Anything that breathes and can be eaten looks like food in the dark. Hasn't gotten laid since he was cursed just over a year ago.
Edit: was dating Angel, for just over two months. This has ended after a huge brawl with Malcolm Finley.
Personality:
Abrasive, sarcastic, confident and never shy to put in a remark. Telfer has a devil-may-car attitude, and does his own thing without really caring for rules or the opinions of others. He doesn't go out of his way to start fights or trouble, but doesn't care to follow laws or conduct ethics either. He also is not particularly helpful or trusting. Complains a lot and gets frustrated that he can't go out and have fun anymore. Really doesn't care for much. However, he is extremely shallow and cares extremely about looking good, and dating only good looking women (when he was still able). Shares a love-hate relationship now with this trait. Telfer also is torn between the legal consequences of what he does when he flips out, and what it makes him. He feels guilty but mentally and emotionally distances himself from his actions. He also has a HUGE aversion to anyone with red hair, especially girls (regardless of age).
Appearance:
Tall, broad-shouldered. Dark brown hair, narrow brown eyes. Long 'alternative' hair and a plethora of piercings - including a snakebite, two small barbells in his left eyebrow, 4g tunnels in both earlobes, a tragus on the left and an industrial on the right. He has a spade tattooed on his inner lip and on the inside-botton of each middle finger (on the sides of his index fingers). He also has a thick tribal tattoo around his right wrist. Telfer generally wears slim jeans and sarcastic/band t-shirts. More often than not, he wears industrial boots (spends most of his time working) and a leather bomber jacket. He's one of those cool guys that has his wallet attached to a chain. He wears his graduation/class ring on his right ring-finger. It was a gift from his mom and probably the only indication he ever gives that he cares about her.
When he transforms, his hands deform, grow claws, and turn black. His lips and tongue blacken and his teeth elongate into fangs. His eyes, when affected, turn yellow and black.
clairice-sarah.deviantart.com/art/More-Bridgeport-Telfer-Smitt-148349436
History:
Born and raised in Bridgeport, having only left to visit his father on select holidays as a child. His parents divorced when he was fairly young, and primary custody was given to his mother in Bridgeport. His father, outside of child-support payments, did not involve himself often in Telfer's life. Telfer's mother is a devout and strict Christian, and he rebelled as a teenager by drinking, smoking, getting pierced and getting tattoos. Not to be mistaken, Telfer loves his mother a lot but that doesn't mean he likes her. She remarried when he was fourteen - Telfer neither likes nor dislikes the guy but puts as much effort into respecting him as he did his father: none.
He is a punk, who spent all his free time kicking cans, smoking, and mouthing off to any and every form of authority. He was a dangerous dater, who on more than one occasion seduced a girl, screwed her in his car and then never called. In high school he was a player and he was proud of it.
A couple years ago he got serious dating a red-head named named Kerri. Being the boy he was, however, after making the full-year mark, got bored. He began the typical lie-and-cover, clubbing with his buddies and sleeping with other girls. She found out and disguised herself at the club. In the dark, he had no idea she was actually Kerri until they were alone together. She lost her temper on him and in a fit of jealousy, revealed that she was a demon. She cursed him, and in turn, made him into one. For looking at other women, she cursed his eyes and perception, that anytime there was no sunlight or he was attracted to someone, demonic instinct would kick in and he would see them as something to eat. His mouth and hands were cursed, too, and after hearing some whispers here and there about 'the code' out here, he had the spades tattooed.
After that, he found he couldn't live at home without his skin burning and breaking out (due to all the Christian items in his mother's house). He moved out as soon as he could and since then has lived a miserable existence of working and drinking alone at home. He has attacked and killed people during the short duration he has had this curse, but to date has never been accused of anything. Telfer has killed four people, severely injured two others, and eaten a number of larger pets or animals that happened across his path at night.
He doesn't necessarily long for companionship, but he hates his ex with a bitter passion, and hates to be bored. And he really, really, really wants to get some.
Anything Else:
-figured out that UVB light can act as a temporary relief of his demon 'symptoms.' Most of his apartment has some fancy lamps with these lights, and he always carries a flashlight on his person, in case he ever ends up in the dark at work, or out at night. His friends just think that he is still hung up over Kerri and that's why he's such a bitter recluse now.
-like everyone else in Bridgeport, drives an old car. He has a 1992 Cavalier Z24, in that lovely teal colour that marks so many cars from the 90s. However, he doesn't particularly love it. He's just had lots of good one-night stands in it so he's not quite ready to part with it yet.
-His affliction seems to only affect him with living things: he doesn't seem to have any perception problems with television or the internet (and we know what this loving-deprived boy is viewing on those)
-Absolutely HATES his name. More than you will ever know, maybe even more than Kerri.
-His roommate (whom he almost never sees, thankfully) thinks Telfer is a little strange. Telfer always keeps bottles of peroxide, ammonia, and stain remover around the apartment. He hates having to replace clothes because of his curse and has figured out all the ways to get blood out of his clothes.
-Despite a poor relationship with his mother, he makes an effort to stop by her house for dinner or something once every couple of weeks.
Telfer thinks his tattoos are clever too XD