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The Harlequinn
 working on redrawing this character
Birthday: 9/25
Race: Harlequinn
Position: Master Storyteller/Historian
Marital Status: Never married
Sexuality: Heterosexual (but currently has no sexual preference or interest in anything near sexuality. If it were to come to it, it is straight.)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair Color: Red
Abilities: The Harlequinn, whose unknown gender is referred to as 'it', is a master storyteller. Not only does it have an impeccable memory from the broadest of subjects to the tiniest of details, it also knows how to captivate and audience, drawing them into a story. It cannot lie, not really, but is masterful at playing with words, moods, emotions, and situations to further its means. Of course, it is also a master swordsmen which comes with a form of fighting particular to its race. It is lithe and deadly, emotionless in kill and almost unparalleled. It does not use brute strength in the least but tricks, speed, agility, and knowledge to take down and opponent or more. With a brilliant mind, it is difficult to beat one who was raised in this way - to know everything and be unable to be taken down. Who would attack a storyteller, however? As a storyteller as well, it has knowledge of various instruments but are rarely used because of its skill at words.
Weapons: Dual swords it always keeps on its back. Maybe a knife or two hidden upon its body but why would I tell you where?
Personality: This particular Harlequinn is a master at controlling its emotions and hiding everything that it thinks or feels. Whether or not it truly feels emotion is up to be debate but it is purely an image thing, some would say. You see, it is one of pure mystery, hidden beneath the black mask of a Harlequinn. The only time one can actually feel emotion from it is when it brings the audience into the realm of its vast, trained mind in a story, a tale perfectly memorized to the tiniest of details. To truly know it is to look back at its beginnings, who it was before it was woven into the being of one of many instead of an individual. It thinks now as one of the whole, an entity of the Harlequinns being a single person. Even then, it is still human - beneath it all.
Scars/Birthmarks/Tattoos: None - completely clear skin. If it did, you wouldn't find it on a body completely covered.
Jewelry: --- pending ---
Clothing: --- pending ---
Personal belongings: As a wanderer, it has little to call its own except for the cloths on its back, the mask upon its face - a completely black piece that is blank of features except the angled slits for seeing and a single silver tear beneath the left eye. It also owns a crude pipe with an enchanting melody - presumably of its own making. Also always with it is a sack whose contents is unknown.
History: The Harlequinn is a member of a race, not a particular group of people chosen to be performers where anyone who wants to can join. It is something they are born into, breed for, live for. Instead, the Harlequinn, from which it comes, is a secretive race that is little known about from the outside world. However, each is raised from infancy to learning the history of their people and the entire world, learning stories that they would come to tell themselves. You see, they are a neutral group, neither for nor against any faction but purely for unadulterated truth. Having allegiances only dulls that. However, alongside of it they live to learn the fighting art of their people, one so secretive rarely anyone sees it. If one does, you will most likely be dead the next instant. Each is taught to be a deadly fighter, to protect, and never aggressively unless it is turned against them or one of their kind. But, it takes a lot more than you would think to provoke one. Just because you draw a sword against one does not mean they will fight. This style spoken of has nothing to do with brute strength, no, they frown upon it. Instead, it centers around an intense form of concentration, a state of the mind. In this form they use pure speed, agility, and skill to take down an opponent... and knowledge, to see the tiniest of details with a swift mind to predict and know the opponent - and knowledge of the human body.
You see, this particular Harlequinn is like the rest of its race yet unique in its own way. Once they reach a certain age, their gender is stripped from them and they don their mask - the first they wear is completely blank. Only once they grow and earn it will the silver tear be added - or something else depending on their rank and position. The only place they would ever take on once more their person of birth was purely for reproductive purposes. They have little to no need of marriage but it isn't entirely uncommon. Hence, a large reason for why they are such a small group. But, marriage is unlikely since those who leave are mostly loners. Not all leave. This one, did.
It was raised like the rest of its race, rising through the ranks with its peers, impeccable in its studies, true to the blood strong in its veins. Swiftly it earned its mask, stripped of gender and name to become one of the people, no longer a child. It was not worse than the rest than better, true to its title... but hiding something beneath it all, something more individual than the mass...
Instead of staying behind, however, it moved forward, leaving to enter the world and take on the duty each was designated for. What truly happened, however, was unknown. What it did once in the world would be presumed to be teaching, and it did. Many whisper of the shadowy figure that mimics its kind. There is a shadow over its head, speaking of something more behind that mask, one that even its own race speaks of trailed through the stories woven through history. What the truth is is veiled, never to be revealed until the appointed time or taken to the grave when finally the mask is removed.
Other: This particular Harlequinn is a master at controlling its emotions and hiding everything that it thinks or feels. Whether or not it truly feels emotion is up to be debate but it is purely an image thing, some would say. You see, it is one of pure mystery, hidden beneath the black mask of a Harlequinn. The only time one can actually feel emotion from it is when it brings the audience into the realm of its vast, trained mind in a story, a tale perfectly memorized to the tiniest of details. To truly know it is to look back at its beginnings, who it was before it was woven into the being of one of many instead of an individual. It thinks now as one of the whole, an entity of the Harlequinns being a single person. Even then, it is still human - beneath it all. But, it seems to be a bit volatile... in its own way.
Original Character Art
Art by: Song of the Century
Art by: classictantrums
Art by: Red Wine Wonderland
 daddinar · Thu Sep 15, 2011 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
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