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 |
Close
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 |
MY PAGE ♥
By Leuvr ♥
All up in this bitch~ edit;
edit; RANZA YOU LIFE WRECKER.
omg
I WAS WAITING TO TAKE THIS
PATIENCE PAYS OFF
B)
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Powerful stalking there
BD
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well if I don't respond in 24
Was curious how this guy
He currently is watching over my little Achilles ^^
also TRACK
~ C.S. Lewis
Whoo. Crazy day was crazy. XD
Excitement, violence! Things
Also a belated track because Thane is/was awesome.
God I am loving this plot.
Eeeeeeeeeee. >u>
ROFL I'M SORRY STARR MADE ME
STARR MADE ME DO IT
Track!
so I'll be drawing this for
Thane-o's, raspberry flavor.
A baby with every bite!
Free immortal squirrel in every box.
"Free immortal squirrel in
I'll take ten
OrinocoFlow - kind of really
--
lol, an immortal squirrel in every box. almost irresistible.
Overdue track.
EEE. Welcome back, Thane B)
By Leuvr ♥
DADDY'S HOME
I wonder how Achilles would
~ C.S. Lewis
"tl;dr a horrible dickish
a horrible dickish monster"
LOL
oh Thane BI -pets slowly, gets entire arm ripped off- 8I ....
Absolutely love the new
By Leuvr ♥
Alas old Darkalark found out
Haha, for some reason I can see him wanting to recruit Adrastos and Archelius to help. That'd be pretty hard to do in forest though.
(Gah, Thane's so interesting! XD)
Ranza - Hrae did an amazing
Zerg - fff, a lot do.
that would be difficult, hum. free to have dark address him however/with whoever/whenever though. unfortunately adrastos would be excluded. ;;
thanks, too.
OH JEEZ LOL
Need to do this. I'm not
Sig: SoliloquyChryseis
'Now the proud owner of a
It's limited edition. You could probably sell it for like a million bucks.
xD I love your
Morioch is such a wonderful son, making you stuff and telling you to sell it
Mmm, this layout, and that
My Dinah? She was in-forest
Hmm, I might be mistaken. Now
Pan - Arhg, thanks. And yes that art ♥
that would have been one of
Damn it, Dad. You never let
yeah well better behavior
You're the one who
fair enough, but would sooner
One guest list. Got it.
and everyone thinks i abuse
I already ate your steaks
Fuggin a, Pan. You could've
Hey, you want a bamboozla you
fucking moro
So what're you paying for the
Yeah, blame it on me right away. Stfu dad.
Probably the soul I just got
They were damn good steaks too.
'used to his son being a
Ass.
'thinks he's really fucked up
L:KLd
Hesitant and heavyhearted,
As she made her way closer to De Drinkplaats, she found herself listening for sounds other than her own footsteps and the occasional clink of the jewelry. "Father...?" she then questioned carefully. The word felt so foreign upon her tongue.
Lueur's arrival was noted but
The doe shifted uncomfortably
For a brief moment as she rose, her blue eyes attempted to find her father's, but they just as quickly fell to the ground to her side instead. "I'm sorry that I was never able to deliver it to her. She... I found her dead before I had the chance," she continued just as quietly, numb at this point, taking a few steps backwards as she spoke. "...I feel like they would be better off with you."