Post by Hom Dae Ken on Oct 10, 2012 8:36:50 GMT 1
Playby: Ngo Tien Doan
Name: Hom Dae Ken
Age: 26 years
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Mutant (Fable - Naga)
Physical Description:
Hom has the dark brown eyes and black hair that one would expect to see from a human of his ethnicity. His features are strongly oriental reflecting his Vietnamese ancestry and his skin-tone is a rich golden tan, darkened by constant exposure to the sun. His torso is ripped with solid muscle and his lower body has the brilliant coloured scales of the eastern coral snake.
Attitude:
He is quiet and solitary by nature and hates loud noises. He is curious and inherently secretive, liking to hear or see new things but feeling no compulsion to share them, never having been able to really confide in anyone. He is very trusting, gullible even, and somewhat shy, much preferring to hide than fight. He will rarely impose on others by volunteering either information or assistance unless directly asked. He is very patient.
Abilities:
Hom's Fable-form is a Naga, meaning he has powerful crushing coils and a tough scaly hide in place of the normal human lower body. His internal organs are mostly contained in his lower body, his torso being mostly muscle and containing only vestigial lungs and heart.
His jaw dislocates like a snake to allow him to eat and his human skin is unusually elastic.
He possesses relatively short fixed fangs that can discharge large quantities of a virulent neurotoxin from his poison glands.
His tongue is long and forked like a snake giving him an excellent sense of taste/smell but also making normal speech difficult for him.
Weaknesses:
Being a mutant Hom has the genetic markers that stop him being able to donate blood.
Like most Fables he is quite shy and very naive having had little contact with humans.
Being mostly reptile he is very sensitive to cold and it makes him slow and tired.
He has practically no education and cannot read or write, tell the time or do mathematics.
Though he understands English he has trouble pronouncing some words.
History:
Hom's father was bitten by a snake; a small occurrence that changed everything. It could have been a terrible disaster for the small family with two young children but fortunately it seemed that the eastern coral snake that bit him was low on its neurotoxic venom and though he became sick for several weeks, he did not die and soon recovered his strength. What he did not realise however was that he had contracted the herpetile strain of a mutated animal virus.
The family counted themselves blessed until his wife became pregnant with their third child. It was a difficult pregnancy forcing her to remain confined throughout most of it, though when the time came for the child to be born it slid into the world with very little fuss, though 'fuss' rapidly ensued as the full nature of the child became apparent as it writhed and slithered from its mother's womb.
Hom's mother refused to be parted from him, fearing that her husband would kill the child. For months she kept him hidden away from the rest of the settlement, using her poor health as an excuse to dissuade unexpected visitors. Hom grew very quickly and when he began to slither around on his own his mother once again became afraid that someone would see him and kill him, and so she concocted an elaborate plan.
Her husband would construct a safe domicile for the child in a cave in the hills and each day when she went out gathering she would tend to the child's needs. The plan worked surprisingly well for several years and when the child began to speak even his father's heart softened and he too accepted their child as a blessing.
Hom's mutation made him independent and resilient, quite capable of taking care of himself from childhood, though the frequent visits from his parents were the most exciting and stimulating part of every day. As he grew older his parents came less often as age and infirmity began catching up with them. His mother died first, her health had never been the best and his father followed soon after.
Hom was alone, but he was used to alone. He liked the solitude most of the time but he began to miss the conversations with his parents and began making stealthy forays to the outskirts of the settlement, just to listen to the voices. Somebody must have seen him, or perhaps tracked him, but whatever his mistake one dreadful night it brought hunters to his tiny secluded cave and whilst he was cold and sluggish he was drugged and caged and carried away from his home and towards the City.
Code Words: CORRECT
Rp Sample:
Hom woke in the dark. He was cold, he was wet and he was frightened. The confined space he found himself in was rank with the smell of vomit and bodily waste; the drugs that had been used on him had made him desperately nauseous and he had voided his last meal messily. The damp air and stone floor were leaching away what little heat and energy remained in his body. A sour tasting man had been by earlier and thrown a bucket of ice cold water over him, whether because of the smell or just to make him more miserable he did not know.
He struggled to remember what had happened to him. He had been asleep, it was night and suddenly everything had seemed to explode into loud noises and bright lights. He had been desperately disoriented and slow to react. He didn't know who these people were or why they wanted to hurt him. They had fired guns at him and he had expected it to hurt more, his father had warned him that guns were bad, but he had just fallen asleep.
He hurt more now though. His skin was grazed and bloody where he had been dragged about and several scales had been torn loose leaving painful open sores on his lower body. The place he was in tasted of underground and there were a great many unfamiliar scents and sounds permeating the darkness. Hom was very afraid that he was going to die here, never seeing the sun again.
