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Character's full name:
Clarimonde Desdemona Poe
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: The Lich, also known as "Will-O'-The-Wisp" or "Will-o'" for short.
Gender: Male
Age: twenty three
Date of Birth: October/31/1989
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Irish
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Castlebar Ireland
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark blue hair, cut short and spiky at the back with long bangs, combed to the side usually.
Eyes:His eyes are the same color blue as his hair with a lighter ring around them and no pupils while the whites are black
Height: 5'10"
Build: Skinny yet muscular
Visible mutation: His eyes and hair, along with the twin black horns upon the sides of his head, jutting out and then stretching up, his spine which juts out of his back at each individual vertibre, his three foot long tail which is also adorn with elongated spines, his hands and feet which are clawed and missing a digit, his skin is skeletal white, his gums are black and his nose is abnormally flat, barely more than slits
in his face.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:Both ear lobes are pierced, outfitted with small silver bells. Along the sides of his ears are small black bars that go up to the top of his ear. The bars are roughly a centimeter in diameter
Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Clarimonde can be seen any day wearing a black top hat with the brim curved upwards in a U shape so that it perfectly fits his head and rimmed with a black sash that is tied on the back of the hat and the clothe dangles off the edge of the brim at the back. Around his neck is a black bandanna that has a picture of a pink skull and cross bones on it tied at the back. He wears no shirt but instead wears a black jacket originally made for a woman that has three buttons on the right and the left each and a folded collar like that of a trench coat. Because it was originally designed for a woman, the coat is very form fitting on his body and doesn't have a lot of bagginess to it. Around his waste is a silver studded belt. His pants are grey skinny jeans that have black stripes. He doesn't wear shoes but instead black gaiters with silver buttons along the sides. On his head he wears a simple comically shaped skull mask with over sized eye holes and ends just above his upper lip with three teeth.
Uniform:
Sleepwear: No need for sleep, he's an insomniac. By definition, an Insomniac is a person who is physically unable to sleep until the point where their body is so physically tired that it shuts down on its own to rest. Most insomniacs don't even notice this shut down and can be still for hours at a time. Clarimonde is one of these insomniacs.
Miscellaneous clothing: He wears a Nazi pin from World War two on the inside of his jacket at all times. He also carries around a cane that has a vulture skull on the top of it, his own addition. He also has an authentic Nazi Death Marshal uniform, complete with a leather coat. He got them with the Pin.
Character
Personality: Clarimonde has a very dark, sadistic, sarcastic, uncaring and demented personality, as dark as they come. He has very little regard for human life or life in general really as none has ever been shown to him. He is very sadistic and sarcastic, taking extreme pleasure in the pain of others and always cracking off jokes left and right. He is always smiling off handed. If he frowns, he's quick to bring back the smile with a smart remark. Technically speaking he can be considered insane, but he keeps a strong discipline over his mind, a lot stronger than one might think. He's quite smart as well, a very good problem solver and fast to boot. His intelligence has won him a deep seeded arrogance as well. All in all, he's completely stable in his instability, like finding the perfect point of balance on the edge of a knife.
Hobbies/ Interests: Clarimonde is interested in things that have to do with death, war fare, and mythology and has gathered a vast collection of random facts throughout the years.
Job or part time job and description: No need for a job, he's homeless and has always been homeless. He does perform occasionally for money though, showing off his mutation as a magic trick or his acrobatics.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Clarimonde has no fears really, given his obvious mental instabilities. This can sometimes be a boon rather than a bane when he should rightfully be afraid. He is afraid, however, of the cold. He hates it, despises it, goes into frantic fits when it isn't warm in a room.
Special talents: Clarimonde can eat virtually anything that is put in front of him. His many years of having to eat out of the trash and gnawing on things have made him ignore his gab reflex and develop quite a strong stomach and digestive system, nothing beyond what a normal person could do though. He is also very acrobatic and extremely flexible, having trained his body to do such during his time in the circus.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, he is utterly unfeeling towards the whims of others.
Mutations
Mutation description: Will-O'-The-Wisp: Clarimonde is able to excrete a liquid very much akin to sweat from his sweat glands. It functions the same as what sweat does, it cools his body when he gets too hot. Where it differs is in the fumes it emits. The fumes react with oxygen and burst into flames. The flames will also change colors from time to time depending on what his diet is. The flames stick pretty close to his skin, about half an inch but can spread out from his skin about six inches. He is not in control of the flames going on or off either. When he sweats, he burns. To adapt to this, he usually avoids any and all physical activity. If he wishes he can spread the flames all around his body if say for example on his hand is sweating.
Strengths: He himself doesn't get burned from the flames and in fact doesn't feel them. His skin has adapted in this way, the same with his hair. In addition he has quite the fiery punch or kick.
Weaknesses: His clothes still catch fire if he is wearing them so he cannot achieve his entire body being in flames unless he is naked.
Secondary Mutation: Born This Way: Clarimonde's entire body is a mutation. His blue hair and pupiless eyes along with the twin black horns upon the sides of his head, jutting out and then stretching up, his spine which juts out of his back at each individual vertibre, his three foot long tail which is also adorn with elongated spines, his hands and feet which are clawed and missing a digit, his skin is skeletal white, his gums are black and his nose is abnormally flat, barely more than slits in his face.
Strengths: The spines and claws are naturally tougher than regular finger nails could ever be, being made of bone rather than cartilage, not to mention they're sharp as well. His skin and hair are also fire proof and retardant. Neither his flames or any outside flames will harm him. Lava is still effective though.
Weaknesses: It obviously marks him as a mutant. He would have to cut off his tail and get a full on Micheal Jackson skin color treatment as well as a new nose and extra digits just to look like a normal human being... minus the spines and claws of course. So needless to say, it's virtually impossible to cover up his mutations. The best he can do is claim to be a street performer and hope that doesn't get him noticed.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Clarimonde is an up close and personal fighter, more to the advantage of his mutations. He loves a good brawl every now and then but prefers to fight using weapons of some sort. These weapons can be anything, blades, guns, table utensils; whatever's in reach. He has no specific fighting style but instead uses his instincts, claws and flames to his advantage when in a fight.
Pros for fighting style: Anyone else who fights up close with him he has an advantage against because of his mutations.
Cons for fighting style: "Long range cowards," as he likes to refer to anyone who fights at a distance, whether its with their mutation or not. He is mainly an up close fighter and dislikes having to use guns or any sort of long range weapon in a fight and so is at a disadvantage in a distance battle.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated.
History Of Your Character
Unlike most mutants, Clarimonde was born with his mutations. The process of birth killed his mother. When he was tiny, his spines had not yet developed nor had his horns. His tail was there though, just a little nub, as were the rest of his physical mutations. Not wanting to lose the only part of his wife that he had left, his father accepted his freakish son as his own but did not name him. So, for the early years of his life Clarimonde thought his name was "boy." Clarimonde was born in Ireland and so was introduced to religion at an early age, very early. He could never understand it himself. How could people worship something they had never seen? He couldn't wrap his mind around it and later on in his life abandoned the church altogether.
Under his father's care, Calimonde did vigorous labor very much a kin to child abusive labor and often times did not go to bed until later after the sun had set. Because of his body, he was not allowed to attend school and so had no friends. When his father had company, he was to hide in his room all night and if anyone came close to the door he was to hide under the floor boards his father pried up for him. Once when he was very small he had disobeyed his father and come out of his room while company was over. The company was frightened and his father was angry. He carried him back to his room after getting his friends out of the house and beat him severely. He did not leave the room again when friends were over.
In time, as Clarimonde grew and matured, so did his body until he had a full length tail, a small set of horns, a blue head of hair, and small spines sticking out of his back. He noticed, as he was growing up, that his father looked at him less and less and drank more and more. Finally, one night, his father bid him to leave and never come back and threatened his life if he did not obey. It was winter then. He traveled in the snow in just the clothes on his back and went into town to try and get something to eat. He first tried to beg for food but discovered this didn't work as soon as someone saw any part of his body. He then tried to steal food, sneaking into the back of pubs and taking whatever he could carry. This worked, but more often than not he was spotted and attempts on his life were made. In the end, the safest method was to eat directly from the trash. At first he couldn't, but eventually necessity and starvation forced him to. He could never stay in a place too long or else he would be discovered and run out of town. He soon adopted a new name for himself that others gave him: Demon.
As the years passed, so did the horrors. Nine Eleven came when he was a child still. He wasn't particularly affected by it, since it wasn't anywhere near him, but it did spark his interest in the military and warfare in general. He knew that he would never be able to enlist though, he'd be rejected immediately and more than likely killed like the Demon he was. So military was out of the question. Instead, he read up on the horror of past wars, how they were fought, what was used in them, county's motives, so on and so forth. He was particularly interested in the Nazi party and the holocaust. In his mind, the Nazi's were a brilliant people not so much for their blind hatred for the Jewish community but for their sheer professionalism attitude. They were absolutely devious! When they said, "Step into the shower," they were really saying, "Step inside to be gassed." When they said that they were going to put you on a train and send you out of the country, they were really saying that they were going to send you to a death camp. The over all point was that the Nazi's did their jobs well. He enjoyed the Nazi professionalism so much that later on in life, when he was twenty, he went out a bought an authentic Nazi Death Marshal uniform and pin.
For a good amount of his young life, he simply lived on the edges of towns in forest, stealing what he needed to survive and living off the scraps of what others didn't want. At the age of fifteen he discovered that he could make fire. It was a fall day and he had been running around town, escaping from pursuers when suddenly he burst into flames all around. He was just as afraid as the onlookers were, having no idea what was happening. He continued to run though, unable to stop. It was only later when he had stopped running and calmed down did he examine himself and found not a single burn on his body. From there he experimented and discovered all that he could do with this special sweat of his. This helped him immensely in the winter time when dry wood was scarce. He would simply strip naked and start a fire, getting warm before long. Once a traveler saw his flame from along the road. He ran away from them, as he was used to, but was surprised to find that they were following him. Eventually his flame went out and he hid away while the traveler looked around confused. From here he adopted the name Will-O'-The-Wisp and would occasional lure people away from their vehicles so that he could steal whatever he could.
At the age of eighteen, he boarded a boat heading over to the rest of Europe and traveled around for a while. He was amazed at the size of cities there and the sheer amount of people. The largest city he had ever seen was Dublin, and it wasn't nearly as large as London was. For the first couple of days of being in London, he just hid in dark ally ways. After a while he grew used to the hustle and bustle and eventually went out in public as a street performer. Once he got enough money to travel he did and repeated this process throughout his lone travels in Europe, but he quickly grew bored of it and wanted to do something else with his life besides travel.
He lived a while longer in Europe, traveling from place to place and was even part of a circus for a while, going off as a "fire conjurer" and an acrobat. He had to train with the other acrobats before he was psychically able to do half of the things that they could do. Through time and constant training, he became one of the star acrobats in the act. He was given the role then as both Fire conjurer and code name Devil, all a part of the show of course. It was during his time in the circus that he chose for himself a permanent and real name. Clarimonde because of a woman he met in the circus act when he first joined who was also named this, Desdemona because of his so called "devil heritage", and Poe after his favorite poet of all time. He didn't stay in the circus long though, he mainly just traveled around and earned some money. He snuck onto a ship headed for America and from there he has been living his life how he always has, scavenging and hiding from those who would harm him. He was surprised, however, at the number of people in America who were divided on the whole mutant topic. He himself is unsure as to where he stands even today...
Roleplay
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Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope, this is the first.
Sample RP:
"Hey there! Yes, all of you! Would you like to see yourselves a little magic trick?" Clarimonde asked, looking around at the crowd of people and standing on top of a box, his cane in hand and his Nazi pin pinned safely on the inside of his jacket. A few of the younger people in the crowd stopped and looked at him. With his mask on, he just looked like another street performer. It helped too that he was covering his feet so that they couldn't see them. Seeing people coming around, his smile widened and he waved his arms inward towards himself, "Yes, come one, come all to this tragic affair! What we're going to show you, boys and girls is - Oy! You, yes you! Wipe that make up off lassy, we're not into the fake game around these parts!" he said, bending down on his haunches and pointing the end of his cane at the woman he was speaking to. She blushed and walked away, the young man she was with following in toe. He smiled with delight and stood up straight. "Alright boys and girls, first, I ask you a question! Have you all heard the news that you're dead?" He looked around the crowd of faces, his lower lip tucked up in an exaggerated expression. "No? Well I'll tell you this much boys and girls, there are more ways to kill a human being than there is to have sex! Don't feel bad though, no one ever really has anything nice to say to ya. In my opinion," he said, lifting his cane high up in the air and holding his hand beside his mouth in a mock gesture of being quiet, "I don't think they ever liked you anyways. Anyways," Clarimonde said cheerfully with a sort of gleeful laugh, standing up straight again. "Do you know what I want to be when I grow up?" He looked around again, his lip tucked up once more. Shaking his hand and tsking, he held out his hand wide and let it ignite, wowing the crowd and making their eyes go light with green fire. He had been eating a lot of sodium lately it seemed. "Nothing at all! I'm never going to grow up boys and girls because when you're all grown up you can't do things like this!" Here, he bent down on his knees and waved his hand in front of the crowd, making them jump back. He laughed merrily and shook his hand, extinguishing the flames and taking a bow. There was a great amount of applause from the small crowd. He stood up straight and frowned at this, displeasing, "Alright now, enough of that! If you don't have anything to pay then piss off! I'm trying to run a business here!" Spitting on the ground, Clarimonde turned his back on the crowd and threw his head back, his top hat falling flat on the ground, brim up, for people to put money into.
On a minor note
Clarimonde's favorite music genre is punk rock and heavy metal. Also, when trying to make a perfect image of what his personality is like, try to give him a mixture of The Joker, Kefka, Majora, and Gamzee, because that's what I did. That is all.
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