Basics |
Name: Thane True Name: Ranjit Ulises Weller Titles: The Craftsman, Also goes by: 'T', Reference: x Size: A bit larger than #17 Speaks in: #4e3223 or #331105 Voice: Gender: Male Age; Mature adult Diet: Omnivorous Orientation: Pansexual, monogamous Species: Who knows Arrival: 12/18/2010 Scent: Copper, natural musk, or charcoal with an overpowering, sickly sweet odor. x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x |
Summary • | The Beast ⋅ Other World |
• Challenging to persuade. • A paranoid and controlling figure. • Delights in solitude and isolation. • Mistrusting, everyone is fucked up. • Prefers keeping things strictly business. • Revolves around loyalty. • Lacking desire to connect. • Fear driven hatred and rage. • Rarely apathetic, but may make it seem so. • Approves of imprisonment & constructed hierarchy. • Easily hurt and put off. • Mind fills gaps with untruth. • Boisterous and playful at times. • Easily and disturbingly enthralled. • Most everything is a waste of time. | Based around strenuous, crippling trauma and warped horrors found in the real world with a fictional twist. Suffered a horrifying, destructive, painful childhood and gruesome death. Spent a great deal of time in another world. Was given a chance for better success by serving his higher power and was thereafter purged into The Endless Forest to fulfill orders. At the point of death became the beast's vessel- a personification of those wicked and cruel involved with his human childhood. Has thus far been unable to overcome his beast, and loses control, unleashing his wrath and fury upon others when certain emotions can not be independently handled. |
Extended • | Past ⋅ Belief ⋅ Other |
Childhood
• Mother and father were both neglectful alcoholics wrapped up their own thing. 'Ranjit' was a mistake. • Child slave and workhorse until about the age of 17, where he escaped the clutches of the facility that he grew up in. • Parents gave him up to a facility for children. Unfortunately, during the time that he lives the facilities were not like a typical boys/girls home in the modern world. • Was finally inscribed with a symbol tattooed on his neck at the facility. This symbol was unique and set apart from other tags at the facility. The symbol itself roughly translates to 'Soul', which was a way to bind him to his caretakers and the facility(This insignia now hidden away by fur). This particular tag was given due to his status and behavior, as if it would ward away all bad intentions and from someday escaping their reach, and even if so, even in death would forever be bound to them. It is a permanent reminder of who he was and will always be. | Adolescence/Adulthood • Ended up in a bad crowd after escaping the facility, met a man who went by Torquil, a fat lazy bastard with a bad temper, along with his associates who partook in a business focused around live snuff. Later expanded the business by purposing that they harvest human organs and sell them via the black market. Accepted. Paradox's line of work thereafter mostly consisted of abductions and harvesting human organs, not so much directly participating in the main branch. • Taken under Torquil's wing. After some years was to become his successor. Looked up to his boss. • Was known to purchase slaves from time to time. Extremely neglected, often locked away in cages within his house for days on end. Kept them well fed and clean, but otherwise didn't allow them to do much. • Entertainment mostly included watching scheduled dog fight death matches during his free time. Sick, twisted fascination with feral animals, their pain, bloodshed, and death. • Lived fairly wealthy as an adult, while it lasted, due to his line of work. |
Binds To The Mnemonist
• Fused souls, by the hands of their higher power. Occurred with his son's first appearance in the other world. Became property alongside Thane. • Ongoing exploration and learning experiences via visiting memories. Knows all about the short-haired feline named Fritters. Will never let it go. • Acquired a murex shell from his son. Contains deep red garnet gems with a mixture of his heir's blood and a black pearl to serve as a cork. Really the only gift he's ever received and accepted? Treasured. Has an unspoken ability. More recently modified with a way to store memories which can be accessed when need be. Will never forget anything again! • Highly dependent on Morioch after modifying samples of their blood which when consumed turned it toxic to the self. Requires 'the antidote' on a regular basis otherwise begins to experience symptoms similar to that of mercury poisoning. • Possesses a sliver of his successor's heart, put in place of the missing piece from his own. | Possessions • An Osprey(fish hawk). • A panda and wolf plush. • An immortal squirrel used as a test subject. Caged up somewhere. • A Maelstrom plush with glow in the dark eyes. A gift from Morioch. - R.I.P. Set fire to it during a dumb tantrum. • The top half of a horse skull, a gift from Pandora. Hasn't decided what to do with it yet. • An assortment of miscellaneous items that aren't interesting enough to include on this list. |
Trade
Objects are often gathered within dreams, although may acquire base objects outside of them to lessen the workload. The purpose of this ability is mostly to create creatures of war for his higher power, but sometimes strays if someone has caught word and comes to him to try and strike a nice deal. Thus far what he can deliver seems infinite; otherworldly and ethereal possessions to simpler possessions, skulls and other items not commonly found within this forest. What The Craftsman desires in return is nothing fixed, it can range from a minuscule or intense task, often doing something for him in return, within the individuals own abilities. If the deal isn't sweet enough he will decline, doesn't like wasting his time, and figures that he can get back to work on more important things. Often times he is a lousy businessman with a skewed idea of what he considers even, unless an individual is on good terms or knows how to work him right. Does however always deliver, fair is fair so long as whoever he struck a deal with comes through. More often than not requests his half first. In other words, he is one of the shittiest businessmen ever and probably not worth the time. | Workshop So much for awesome tools and strenuous manual labor. There's actually something quite delicate about The Craftsman's process and the place it is done in. Everything he crafts is done in a space between dreams(More specifically nightmares) and another world. 'His workshop', which breaks down an individual to their very core. Items are handled similarly. Works with individual particles, every individual items broken down matter, in order to successfully shape and enchant. This 'space' is inaccessible to others without a helpful hand, however nonetheless a scrupulous transition that he'll probably never help out with anyway. |
Relations |
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Morioch - Son, brother, best friend, lover. All the things. Significant Mateo - Father figure, but wavering. Notable Morikiah - Adopted brother. Betrayal. Prussia - An old partner. Betrayal, abandonment. Syahi - An older partner. Betrayal. Killed and put her body to good use. Galene - Mother figure. Betrayal, abandonment. Jokerman - Doesn't even know anymore. No longer paranoid of. Ramsus - Once an enemy of sorts. Mostly avoided nowadays. Eraline - Daughter figure. Watched her get killed by a predator. Pandora - Son's friendship fling thing. Finally had enough of her though. Phaios - Knew for a long time. Dead, loved but never spoken. Miyako - Old partner. Treated horribly, for some reason. No regrets though. Disappointments Lueur - Biological daughter Isobel - Creation Eve - Creation Mire - Creation Miriam - Creation June - Creation |
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I never thought there'd come
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It's okay, don't be sad.
You're welcome.
edit: i expect to see something from you, don't take this shit for granted now.
My powerful new skills.
/dead by this whole exchange
LOL You're a natural.
You're a natural.
damn guys. i'm so envious.
LOL
This biography, music
Also maybe Prussia's female after all.
Hahahahahaaaaaaa those
Whoo, track. Edit: Did that
Edit: Did that show up as Henna to you? >> JD was on Indi.
Oh, pfft... no. I just failed
TRACK~ TRACK~ TRACK~ *____*
Track ^^
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As if on cue, the feline's blue companion had arrived to the scene. Upon seeing everyone so stiff towards this stranger that Umay was speaking to, the bull became on edge as well. When the pronged stranger gave a threat that appeared to be directed toward Umay only, Lume's thick hackles would rise in response. He did not know who this Mateo was. Didn't give a whiff about it either. But he heard from Umay that this person had harmed Shay. Her daughter.
Their daughter. Even though she wasn't blood, Lume considered her his own. This Mateo was never going to be liked now.
A thick snort was emitted from his nasal cavity as he stepped forward, just when the stranger had begun to walk off after having his say. He didn't seem like he gave a damn or had even listened to what Umay had to say. Lume would try to take a neutral position then to see if it would help. He would wait until the stranger was far enough away that he could begin to follow.
He had indirectly followed the creature to where it had chosen to reside, the fur along his spine still bristled. He approached the stag, not even giving an glance of acknowledgement to the doe that was with him.
"No hard feelings, but you should have thought more before making those threats," the bull rasped, his voice as gutteral as it always had been. It held no hostility, surprisingly. "Umay is my partner, and she's carrying my offspring. To harm her would mean you would be hunted by everyone else in the family. More-so by me." His last sentence was certainly no threat. Just a fair warning. "I do not know what this Mateo individual did to get attacked. I'd advise you to tell him that whatever it was, that he not do it again. Perhaps he deserved the injuries." Lume took a side-step, readying himself to leave the stag should it be his wish. But he kept his eyes on him, waiting for a response...if he was even going to get one.
Felt the feline would heed
Listened intently to what they had to say. Fair enough, they were coming to ensure the pregnant felines safety, but felt this would go no where. They were loyal to their family and Thane, well, he was loyal to his, much smaller as it might have been. Thane would step forward and place himself in front of the doe accompanying him, posture sturdy and gaze unwavering upon the other.
"I was unaware him protecting an innocent would validate the beating he got", Thane would tense, muscle tightening. Ears had pinned back. "But ah, you do all run in a type of pack, hunting like wild animals with little regard for others", as far as he was concerned they were all guilty, present or not. They were all wild, mindless creatures, and they had unfortunately attacked his father. No good, he wasn't going to stand for that no matter this bulls reasoning. "I can guarantee nothing. I have to watch out for my own, and if your mate goes after my father again, that's it", and that's all there was to it. Surely they understood, they were doing the same thing. As far as he was concerned, as it stood now and appeared, they were simply destined to be enemies.
The stag had nothing more to say, only stood there peering at the other. A part of him hoped they would do nothing drastic, but his mind continued to snap back to the brutality unleashed his poor, poor father. They were monsters, and he was heavily disgusted with them.
Lume would listen to the
But ah, you do all run in type of a pack, hunting like wild animals with little regard for others
"Heed that I do not follow my family's ways. I am no predator even though I may look it. So do not include me in your statement again," he would calmly say. "They do what they have to do. Yes, they hunt others. You cannot expect them to change their diet and feast on berries or grass. Even I can't expect that no matter how often I wish it would happen. " He was ready to turn around and head off. "I will talk to my partner. Your name?"
'It starts a cycle', he took
Listened as they went on about not following their families ways. Cared less about this, they were still on the felines side and her womb, so he'd assume at this point, carried a vicious, blasphemous spawn. As if this clusterfuck of a forest needed more predators occupying it. Furthermore why was their partner fighting if they were pregnant anyway? Let this go... probably for the better, perhaps she'd miscarry for engaging in such things. That wasn't a bad thing, not in his mind. Still nothing was said.
No, they wouldn't change, would they? But his father wasn't on the menu. Figured words were useless here, he wasn't going to argue right and wrong, nor was he going to continue on about how Mateo was his father. His warning had been placed and so what was the point of saying more? There wasn't one, only a verbal feud that would go nowhere. The entire time he had stood there unmoved and silent, and when they finally requested his name he'd stall. Why the hell would he give them his name? Sure, they had been kind of decent but they were still overall hated with a thousand suns... simply by association, that and the fact that they were defending the enemy.
"Be gone".
"My words seem to have fallen
Their words hadn't fallen on
*eats popcorn*
Hauumm... Hm... * silenttrack
Hm...
* silenttrack *
He's strange, I like him.
And this bio alsoo. <3
ROFL Thane sounds like
Thane in cat form...
Thane had fun once. It was
Everyone else: "Merry
Thane: "Merry Kissmyass."
What? He's incredibly
edit; and fun. very fun.
^*cough* Imean. Thane's the
Imean. Thane's the most fun
^ this
^ that
ROFL Thane you so grumpy
Well we love you sir ♥
omg his song is perfect.
We all know Thane likes those
He secretly pretends he's a diva on a catwalk.
Maaaaybe
Stranger danger, TEF
"Want to see my pet squirrel, little girl? It's immortal. Just hop in the van. And have this blueberry while you're at it."
That is exactly how I
Re-tracking if I haven't
The way you do bios is great.
- Soren Aabye Kierkegaard
This looks amazing.
I can't help but laugh at him
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SoliloquyChryseis - He's
Pulchra - Nice of you to say. My mission was to make things as clean and digestible as possible. Had fun working the images into it, glad you've found it enjoyable.
Lostpineapplepie - Merci
Lung - Lol, yeah he did deserve it.
no I totally didn't just have
i'm onto you.
DANGIT HOW DID YOU KNOW
Don't be too shocked now. I
I have these psychic powers, you see.
omg really how did you get
how did you get them I wanted some for Christmas but Santa didn't give me any
Rolled around in toxic waste.