Post by AUGUST WITT on Aug 7, 2011 21:17:09 GMT -5
Gargoyle/Grotesque Character Sheet
Character Name: August Franklin Witt
Face Used [Model/Celebrity]: Sebastian Stan
Race: Gargoyle
D.O.B.: March 12, 1929
Age of Appearance [What age your character looks]: 22
Actual Age: 82
Height: 5’10”
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Sexual Preference [Optional]:
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: August’s knuckles are darker than the rest of his body and also much wider than humans knuckles. If he clenches his fists small scars could be seen traced along the entire knuckle.
Flaws/Weaknesses: August is cocky and arrogant and isn’t afraid to let others know just how superior he feels he is to them. He’s also not as strong as most other gargoyle’s, something he hides as best as he can.
Skills/Strengths: He’s witty and charismatic and can make a good impression when he wants to. He’s also intelligent.
Abnormalities [Horns, Teeth, etc.]: August’s upper and lower canine teeth are slightly longer than the average humans.
History:[scroll][/scroll]
The day Abraham Witt became a father to his son was one of the proudest of his life. From day one he taught August the importance of education and instructed him on the things he found the most important to better the boys future. There was no doubt in the Grotesques mind that his son would one day be great, and would also one day be a politician serving in Scriptor Bay’s City Hall! In the evenings, of course. For this reason, the man chose that his son be raised on top of the great City Hall. Unfortunately most business was conducted during the day, but in the colder parts of the year, when the sun set early, Abraham would take his child inside and show him around, and if possible, try to allow him to hear some of the debates the politicians had
As a boy, August showed little interest or excitement for the future path his father had set out for him. What he wanted most was to be an Adventurist. The more his father taught him about politics and the country’s history, the more he wanted to learn about the world, to visit other places and see new things. Anything to get off that damn rooftop! He envied the adventurists who came back to the roof with stories and information of worlds foreign to the young boy. It made his heart sink knowing he would never get that chance.
Unless…
The first day of trial was probably the most difficult of his life. The three options were set in front of him. He could become an adventurist. He could make that choice, defy everything his father had taught him, and go do what he wanted, but at what price? He knew nothing of the world, not that any of the others did. All he knew was politics, history, facts that had been pounded into his mind since birth. Plus if he chose anything but politician his father would disown him. He had been the apple of his eye! How could August do that to him? With a heavy heart he chose politician and his training began.
He had been struck the least of his group because he had gone in knowing far more than any of them had, but it didn’t save him from being struck across the knuckles all together. By the time the month was over, he couldn’t move his hands at all. Jumping from the roof was an impossible task for months after until he could heal, since he would have no way of returning to the home that was his. It was times like these that he wished he had moved someplace other than the roof of City Hall, but he had spent his entire life up there. The thought of moving someplace else seemed strange to him.
All in all, the trials hadn’t been a terrible experience, not like the guardians trials. Of course, it would have been wonderful had it not been for getting struck so often across his knuckles. Years later, the knobby joints on his fingers were larger than they had been as a child, and severely discolored. Rings wouldn’t fit him and he often found himself hiding the tops of his hands when he encountered strangers.
August had easily slid into his role in the Gargoyle community, and he liked to think he was revered by his peers for his vast amount of knowledge, even if that wasn’t truly the case. He had his own apartment these days, though he didn’t always go back to it. Sometimes he would head to the rooftops and visit with friends and family, but he found that an apartment was more suiting to him since he needed a place to house all those expensive suits. He was popular, or so he thought, in the local hotspots. Meeting women was a breeze. Talking knowledgably to politicians earned him brownie points and made him an interesting subject to hang around. All in all he didn’t really regret the choice he made. He was a politician, and there was a great deal of respect in that, and he wouldn’t let anyone persuade him otherwise.
Character Name: August Franklin Witt
Face Used [Model/Celebrity]: Sebastian Stan
Race: Gargoyle
D.O.B.: March 12, 1929
Age of Appearance [What age your character looks]: 22
Actual Age: 82
Height: 5’10”
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Sexual Preference [Optional]:
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: August’s knuckles are darker than the rest of his body and also much wider than humans knuckles. If he clenches his fists small scars could be seen traced along the entire knuckle.
Flaws/Weaknesses: August is cocky and arrogant and isn’t afraid to let others know just how superior he feels he is to them. He’s also not as strong as most other gargoyle’s, something he hides as best as he can.
Skills/Strengths: He’s witty and charismatic and can make a good impression when he wants to. He’s also intelligent.
Abnormalities [Horns, Teeth, etc.]: August’s upper and lower canine teeth are slightly longer than the average humans.
History:[scroll][/scroll]
The day Abraham Witt became a father to his son was one of the proudest of his life. From day one he taught August the importance of education and instructed him on the things he found the most important to better the boys future. There was no doubt in the Grotesques mind that his son would one day be great, and would also one day be a politician serving in Scriptor Bay’s City Hall! In the evenings, of course. For this reason, the man chose that his son be raised on top of the great City Hall. Unfortunately most business was conducted during the day, but in the colder parts of the year, when the sun set early, Abraham would take his child inside and show him around, and if possible, try to allow him to hear some of the debates the politicians had
As a boy, August showed little interest or excitement for the future path his father had set out for him. What he wanted most was to be an Adventurist. The more his father taught him about politics and the country’s history, the more he wanted to learn about the world, to visit other places and see new things. Anything to get off that damn rooftop! He envied the adventurists who came back to the roof with stories and information of worlds foreign to the young boy. It made his heart sink knowing he would never get that chance.
Unless…
The first day of trial was probably the most difficult of his life. The three options were set in front of him. He could become an adventurist. He could make that choice, defy everything his father had taught him, and go do what he wanted, but at what price? He knew nothing of the world, not that any of the others did. All he knew was politics, history, facts that had been pounded into his mind since birth. Plus if he chose anything but politician his father would disown him. He had been the apple of his eye! How could August do that to him? With a heavy heart he chose politician and his training began.
He had been struck the least of his group because he had gone in knowing far more than any of them had, but it didn’t save him from being struck across the knuckles all together. By the time the month was over, he couldn’t move his hands at all. Jumping from the roof was an impossible task for months after until he could heal, since he would have no way of returning to the home that was his. It was times like these that he wished he had moved someplace other than the roof of City Hall, but he had spent his entire life up there. The thought of moving someplace else seemed strange to him.
All in all, the trials hadn’t been a terrible experience, not like the guardians trials. Of course, it would have been wonderful had it not been for getting struck so often across his knuckles. Years later, the knobby joints on his fingers were larger than they had been as a child, and severely discolored. Rings wouldn’t fit him and he often found himself hiding the tops of his hands when he encountered strangers.
August had easily slid into his role in the Gargoyle community, and he liked to think he was revered by his peers for his vast amount of knowledge, even if that wasn’t truly the case. He had his own apartment these days, though he didn’t always go back to it. Sometimes he would head to the rooftops and visit with friends and family, but he found that an apartment was more suiting to him since he needed a place to house all those expensive suits. He was popular, or so he thought, in the local hotspots. Meeting women was a breeze. Talking knowledgably to politicians earned him brownie points and made him an interesting subject to hang around. All in all he didn’t really regret the choice he made. He was a politician, and there was a great deal of respect in that, and he wouldn’t let anyone persuade him otherwise.
