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millenia
Current/former characters: Nada!
Sleeper
Character: Famine
Username:nouvellestyle
Canon: Good Omens
Canon point: Before the events of the book - 1990
Age: Essentially ageless. As a horseperson, he's more of an embodiment of an idea than he is his own person. In-game, however, he will be age 30.
Appearance: Famine appears very... slender, but with poise. He's thin, with black hair and beard (which he keeps short, and very well groomed). His eyes are a dark shade of gray, and he even dresses all in black.
He's a businessman, and he both dresses and acts the part incredibly naturally. He is often found wearing a suit, holding himself in a very professional, charismatic manner. And yet still, somehow, he can slip out of notice if he so chooses, content to just linger among the others in his higher class sort of society.
Personality: Famine is the most human of the Four Horsepersons. He behaves less like an ideal/presence and more like the human shape he takes to walk amongst the mortals. He is the most aware of what he is, it seems - he frequently has rather "meta" (for lack of a better way to describe it) thought processes about what is going on in the world and the conversations he's having - for instance, he autographs his self-help books with a quote from Revelations wherein he appears. It amuses him.
He's personable, when he chooses to be, which is actually a surprising majority of the time. He isn't unkind, but he also isn't one to sugarcoat things or exchange pleasantries. He is very much down-to-business, the sort of man who, over dinner or drinks, would rather discuss politics or work/company strategies than make small talk. There is evidence that he's allowed some familiar relations in his life, even though he isn't truly human (his personal assistant, for instance, to whom he gifted a shiny laptop), and he knows how to talk to people. ... Namely, he knows how to talk to people to get what he wants, or to convince themto starve themselves on some silly fakediet of whatever he'd like them to think. Honestly, when you spend almost a couple of millennia mingling and moving along with human beings and their ways, you really can take a little bit of a shine to some of them now and again. It's not that uncommon. Right?
He isn't very expressive by nature, but he knows how to smile, to laugh, or to keep a straight face when the situation calls for it. He's smooth, sleek - the sort of slickness that comes with knowing how to work a system (or, in his case, humanity). If he needs to appear to feel a certain way, he can, and he will.
On the other hand, he is equally capable of fading out of notice. If he wanted, he could stand aside and watch his handwork play itself out. Still, he rather likes managing things and, in a sense, leading. He is very proud of his work, so why not get some recognition for it, even if it is a little backwards?
History: for starters, here's a wiki link about Famine. History, appearance and a liiittle bit of personality all in one.
Please be gentle with me. He gets so very little screen time in canon, I'm really doing what I can... (Seriously. Only a few pages. Period. I counted.) and he's pre-canon besides.
Famine has been around for a very, very long time. Nearly forever, by most people's standards. As one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, it was his job to simply be present. It was only recently that he decided to go corporate.
Between diet fads (he published a book: Slim Yourself Beautiful named 'Diet Book of the Century'), restaurants (that, of course, served very little but looked absolutely gorgeous) and new sorts of manufactured food-stuffs (MEALS, which contained "the nutritional value of a Sony Walkman"), Famine is very active in his position. Not only that, he enjoys what he does and is quite proud of his work.
Powers/skills: He's famine. He promotes hunger and starvation. Things in refrigerators or kitchen cabinets have a knack for disappearing whenever he is around, without any sort of explanation provided. Also, just by being around, those in the general vicinity start to become very, sometimes excruciatingly hungry.
He's a very skilled businessman. He can easily make you want to buy whatever he's selling, and there's no supernatural addition to that - he's just that slick about it. He's even sold things to the federal government. Always thinking big, he is...
IN-GAME, his powers to make food disappear are going to be gone. He won't be able to make someone suddenly very hungry either. However, if left in an orchard or other place where food is grown for long enough, the farmers/harvesters might notice that their yields are getting just a little bit lower and lower... (so really, not very useful. Or likely to come up. Unless he's going to stand in a pumpkin patch or something.)
He will still keep that business sense and suave demeanor. He'll have to work a bit harder at it, sure, but some things just come naturally.
City
Name: David Mathis
Position: Highly successful entrepreneur; chairman and CEO of an up-and-coming consulting firm for businesses (and for some clients, personal)
History: David grew up in the Central city-state, where he lived with his brother Neil and their parents. He did not enjoy living there, and always pushed himself to do his damned best so he could get out and move on to greater things. He went through his schooling with determination, always making high (if not the highest) marks, and was accepted to a university in the Diamond City. He moved there at eighteen.
He obtained two degrees: business and marketing (it helped that a lot of the classes overlapped). After that, he worked a desk job for two years, until he decided that wasn't good enough. He saved up enough money to quit and start his own business - a type of consulting firm, based on strategies and principles he came up with himself. It took off with flying colors, luckily enough. He even managed to publish two self-help-type books -- the first had a teensy bit of an impact, but the second one was quite successful.
When David was 29, Neil moved in to live with him. He didn't mind - his place was big enough, he could just let Neil occupy a few of the rooms and it didn't really affect him one way or another, except that he had family around again (which wasn't a positive or a negative, really, just a neutral... thing). It was about a year later that the Disaster occurred.
(* Note that permission has been given byglitch to include Pollution/Neil Mathis. *)
Proof: A video recording of a speech he gave at a celebration in honor of his business going big-time.
Playing
First-person sample: David Mathis. ... No. That doesn't seem quite right, does it?
Their first mistake lies in telling people not to think about it. Of course they will. They'll talk, too, and that's when things will start happening. I give it, oh, a few weeks. That may even be a more generous guess.
[A long pause, for thought...] There are too many ways this can go. So then, we'll see.
Third-person sample: It was an evening like any other, just around dinner time. People were rushing about, trying to secure a meal for themselves (perhaps for their families as well) before they rushed back to their homes. Everyone rushed in America. That's what made his job so much easier. People were either in too much of a hurry to eat, or they ate in such a hurry that they would never really be full at all.
Raven Sable sat in a rear booth of one of his newest establishments, watching as people came and left with (or without, in some cases) their food. Granted, it could hardly be called food. In fact, it was anything but, and he had made sure of it. It didn't matter. His MEALS still sold. Even more ironically, the place was quickly becoming the most highly recommended, diet-friendly establishment in the city. Guaranteed to help. Something for everyone.
Parents chided their children for not finishing their fries before moving on to their strawberry milkshakes, and he couldn't help but smirk. There are children starving in Africa, they'd snap. He took that as a compliment. There was a lady who still looked hungry after consuming half of her MEAL, and he watched as she mentally admonished herself for even thinking of eating more than she already had. She turned to go, and he noticed that she was no bigger around the waist than the frame of the door she nearly swayed into.
Removing a tiny, sleek palm pilot from his coat pocket, he made a small note to check in with production -- surely there was, well, less that he could give to his more loyal customers. Less was more, after all. Except in this case, less was still less, and that suited all parties involved just fine, somehow. He glanced around the restaurant one more time before taking his leave. He was a busy man, after all.
Did you read the rules? Rules are for pansies. ... good thing I'm a pansy. Yes, I read them. ♥
Name: Maggie
Username:
milleniaCurrent/former characters: Nada!
Sleeper
Character: Famine
Username:
nouvellestyleCanon: Good Omens
Canon point: Before the events of the book - 1990
Age: Essentially ageless. As a horseperson, he's more of an embodiment of an idea than he is his own person. In-game, however, he will be age 30.
Appearance: Famine appears very... slender, but with poise. He's thin, with black hair and beard (which he keeps short, and very well groomed). His eyes are a dark shade of gray, and he even dresses all in black.
He's a businessman, and he both dresses and acts the part incredibly naturally. He is often found wearing a suit, holding himself in a very professional, charismatic manner. And yet still, somehow, he can slip out of notice if he so chooses, content to just linger among the others in his higher class sort of society.
Personality: Famine is the most human of the Four Horsepersons. He behaves less like an ideal/presence and more like the human shape he takes to walk amongst the mortals. He is the most aware of what he is, it seems - he frequently has rather "meta" (for lack of a better way to describe it) thought processes about what is going on in the world and the conversations he's having - for instance, he autographs his self-help books with a quote from Revelations wherein he appears. It amuses him.
He's personable, when he chooses to be, which is actually a surprising majority of the time. He isn't unkind, but he also isn't one to sugarcoat things or exchange pleasantries. He is very much down-to-business, the sort of man who, over dinner or drinks, would rather discuss politics or work/company strategies than make small talk. There is evidence that he's allowed some familiar relations in his life, even though he isn't truly human (his personal assistant, for instance, to whom he gifted a shiny laptop), and he knows how to talk to people. ... Namely, he knows how to talk to people to get what he wants, or to convince them
He isn't very expressive by nature, but he knows how to smile, to laugh, or to keep a straight face when the situation calls for it. He's smooth, sleek - the sort of slickness that comes with knowing how to work a system (or, in his case, humanity). If he needs to appear to feel a certain way, he can, and he will.
On the other hand, he is equally capable of fading out of notice. If he wanted, he could stand aside and watch his handwork play itself out. Still, he rather likes managing things and, in a sense, leading. He is very proud of his work, so why not get some recognition for it, even if it is a little backwards?
History: for starters, here's a wiki link about Famine. History, appearance and a liiittle bit of personality all in one.
Please be gentle with me. He gets so very little screen time in canon, I'm really doing what I can... (Seriously. Only a few pages. Period. I counted.) and he's pre-canon besides.
Famine has been around for a very, very long time. Nearly forever, by most people's standards. As one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, it was his job to simply be present. It was only recently that he decided to go corporate.
Between diet fads (he published a book: Slim Yourself Beautiful named 'Diet Book of the Century'), restaurants (that, of course, served very little but looked absolutely gorgeous) and new sorts of manufactured food-stuffs (MEALS, which contained "the nutritional value of a Sony Walkman"), Famine is very active in his position. Not only that, he enjoys what he does and is quite proud of his work.
Powers/skills: He's famine. He promotes hunger and starvation. Things in refrigerators or kitchen cabinets have a knack for disappearing whenever he is around, without any sort of explanation provided. Also, just by being around, those in the general vicinity start to become very, sometimes excruciatingly hungry.
He's a very skilled businessman. He can easily make you want to buy whatever he's selling, and there's no supernatural addition to that - he's just that slick about it. He's even sold things to the federal government. Always thinking big, he is...
IN-GAME, his powers to make food disappear are going to be gone. He won't be able to make someone suddenly very hungry either. However, if left in an orchard or other place where food is grown for long enough, the farmers/harvesters might notice that their yields are getting just a little bit lower and lower... (so really, not very useful. Or likely to come up. Unless he's going to stand in a pumpkin patch or something.)
He will still keep that business sense and suave demeanor. He'll have to work a bit harder at it, sure, but some things just come naturally.
City
Name: David Mathis
Position: Highly successful entrepreneur; chairman and CEO of an up-and-coming consulting firm for businesses (and for some clients, personal)
History: David grew up in the Central city-state, where he lived with his brother Neil and their parents. He did not enjoy living there, and always pushed himself to do his damned best so he could get out and move on to greater things. He went through his schooling with determination, always making high (if not the highest) marks, and was accepted to a university in the Diamond City. He moved there at eighteen.
He obtained two degrees: business and marketing (it helped that a lot of the classes overlapped). After that, he worked a desk job for two years, until he decided that wasn't good enough. He saved up enough money to quit and start his own business - a type of consulting firm, based on strategies and principles he came up with himself. It took off with flying colors, luckily enough. He even managed to publish two self-help-type books -- the first had a teensy bit of an impact, but the second one was quite successful.
When David was 29, Neil moved in to live with him. He didn't mind - his place was big enough, he could just let Neil occupy a few of the rooms and it didn't really affect him one way or another, except that he had family around again (which wasn't a positive or a negative, really, just a neutral... thing). It was about a year later that the Disaster occurred.
(* Note that permission has been given by
glitch to include Pollution/Neil Mathis. *)Proof: A video recording of a speech he gave at a celebration in honor of his business going big-time.
Playing
First-person sample: David Mathis. ... No. That doesn't seem quite right, does it?
Their first mistake lies in telling people not to think about it. Of course they will. They'll talk, too, and that's when things will start happening. I give it, oh, a few weeks. That may even be a more generous guess.
[A long pause, for thought...] There are too many ways this can go. So then, we'll see.
Third-person sample: It was an evening like any other, just around dinner time. People were rushing about, trying to secure a meal for themselves (perhaps for their families as well) before they rushed back to their homes. Everyone rushed in America. That's what made his job so much easier. People were either in too much of a hurry to eat, or they ate in such a hurry that they would never really be full at all.
Raven Sable sat in a rear booth of one of his newest establishments, watching as people came and left with (or without, in some cases) their food. Granted, it could hardly be called food. In fact, it was anything but, and he had made sure of it. It didn't matter. His MEALS still sold. Even more ironically, the place was quickly becoming the most highly recommended, diet-friendly establishment in the city. Guaranteed to help. Something for everyone.
Parents chided their children for not finishing their fries before moving on to their strawberry milkshakes, and he couldn't help but smirk. There are children starving in Africa, they'd snap. He took that as a compliment. There was a lady who still looked hungry after consuming half of her MEAL, and he watched as she mentally admonished herself for even thinking of eating more than she already had. She turned to go, and he noticed that she was no bigger around the waist than the frame of the door she nearly swayed into.
Removing a tiny, sleek palm pilot from his coat pocket, he made a small note to check in with production -- surely there was, well, less that he could give to his more loyal customers. Less was more, after all. Except in this case, less was still less, and that suited all parties involved just fine, somehow. He glanced around the restaurant one more time before taking his leave. He was a busy man, after all.
Did you read the rules? Rules are for pansies. ... good thing I'm a pansy. Yes, I read them. ♥
