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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Thought he'd never see the
fff, xemi.
Lueur stood still and watched
It was his question that caught her off guard. Her brow drew, but soon fell, furrowed. "But you made it for her," was all that she could offer, as if to buy herself time to think or for him to insist.
At first could only offer
"I was," Lueur agreed aloud,
The shape shifter straightened and stepped forward to retrieve the necklace, cautious, but more confident in a way. "This was never just an excuse to come see you," she returned, looked to the jewelry and back again. "...You really don't care? At all?" She held her ground as she referenced Jetta's death. Again she looked for answers in the eyes she'd never see.
Grimaced beneath his mask at
She found herself losing her
"How could you say such a thing?" she persisted, unwilling to take her leave on that note. "Surely you loved her at some point, and now she's dead. And all you can say is Unfortunate?"
Ears shot back, didn't think
"I don't care anymore," Lueur
She stubbornly stood her ground near the necklace to protect it. "Violence isn't the answer to everything. It shouldn't be your answer to everything."
A low rumbling growl crawled
Her eyes widened and she
She lowered her head to the ground and picked up the necklace between her teeth. It dangled there as she spoke, as she stared the Craftsman down. "For Mother, and" thinking back on what Morioch had once said to her, "what could have been."
With that, the shape shifter turned to take her leave, her eyes disappearing into the shadows of the sockets of her mask. However, a few steps into her retreat, she turned her head to offer one final sentiment. "Don't hurt the children anymore. Leave them alone," she added, a mother, not a daughter at that moment. "They did nothing wrong."
Satisfaction coiled up in his
Long overdue track!
Retrack
t.
Fritters are amazing. Deeper
No, we're not eating the cat. We've already been through this.
Tracking this guy c: I'm in
I'm in love with the depth of his character
Thought I tracked
Ahwell, tracking again. Been secretly stalking it enough now.
Awh, danke. Sorry he's not
Sorry he's not more interesting. Helena is a cutie, though.
Gonna stop stalkin' dis and
So. Totally didnt recognize
Hullo! Is RPing ok here?
Is RPing ok here?
It is. (:
The dark pelted young buck
Glared at the small thing.
"No."
Rossamund glared defiantly
Was just about to see to
"Wasn't me," and there was a certain level of truth behind it. Didn't need the other to verbally confirm what he already suspected. If his jumping to say it wasn't him created suspicion, how unprovoked it was, that was probably the idea. No one was at any real fault, far as he was concerned. Still, he was bored tonight and might as well see about trying to elicit some sort of negative response. Would be aiming for horrified if the buck kept at it.
In any case, strayed for a moment, "You must not have known her well. Sure she would gotten across to you that I'm not the type you approach just because you can." Just to test the small things fight or flight response, abruptly took a few steps closer.
Not him? He seemed to have
"I knew her."
The small buck's ears tilted toward the Craftsman, but was otherwise still as the stag stepped closer. "She was my mother."
This wasn't going anything
(Feel free to say if you're
Rossamund backed away a few paces, though he knew that was what Thane anticipated. "She- she wanted it?! No. That can't be right. It can't! he hissed, lowering his horns.
(Will do. Thane's just an
A chuckle at the words, at the display. Stopped stepping closer. "Why would you come to me for answers if you're not going to believe anything I tell you?" Irritating enough, went on to say, "But yeah, she begged for it. She cried for it. Should have seen her face, priceless." Paused there, but only for a moment. Looked away for a second, gaze steadily realigned with the buck, "She changed her mind last second," another pause, "Her face wasn't priceless because she wanted it. It was priceless because she told me to stop and I didn't. Gagged, and gagged. Cried. Those tears, like a waterfall. I didn't stop. I loved every second of it." The bongo went on to flash his own antlers then, "Unless you want to hear what went down with her lifeless body, I'd beat it."
(Is it okay if Rossamund
The buck's face was full of sadness and hatred. He'd had enough. "No. I won't. he said firmly, although his voice wavered as he spoke.
Their choice. Decidedly made
(Via text? I don't mind. Just as a forewarning though, my text fighting is probably atrocious.)
(Yup. Don't worry, mine is
"Liar!" The small buck said, almost shouting. His anger and sorrow brimming over, he leaped; charging toward the Craftsman with his horns lowered and sharp teeth bared.
First thing that flashed
In any case, anticipated this, that or maybe they'd turn tail and run. Either way, soon as the distance was closed swept his antlers in either direction. Maybe he'd skewer the small thing, or effectively toss them aside. Antlers could be a lethal weapon, couldn't imagine the buck charging him head on, but in the event that they did, chest was covered and head was crowned with piercing tines. If approached from the side, the same method would be applied, although the buck might have successfully punctured or grazed somewhere. If the bongo wasn't able to skewer or toss, was bound to change his plan of action, resort to trampling, more than likely, that and snapping jaws, but if caught in such a grip it was unlikely he'd let go. Was notorious for not knowing when to quit and going the full stretch as far as maiming was concerned, and as it were, didn't seem anyone had bothered to jump in and shove their weight around yet.
Rossamund ran head on into
Soon as the buck was tossed,
As the stag charged at him,
ho, i think someone stole my
retrack c':
Echosong - Kind of late, but
din - Awesome
Fine with me. c:
LOL I never noticed you hid
I never noticed you hid his Hurricane title in there until now. Perfect.
Hello.~ Placing a track here.
Necessary. Sry. And serious
Necessary. Sry.
And serious version.
ROFL HRAETH omfg why would
Srs version though, seriously jealous over them humans. So gorguss.
The things Moro can and will
The serious version is spectacular. Looove the fur, and your soft shading.
Had fun watching you do this. Nice to see it finished.
Danke ♥
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This CSS is gorgeous. I love
By Leuvr ♥
agree, love all this new
/clicks everything at a rapid
GO LITTLE CHIBI GO
/shot
I can't take Thane seriously