Post by wingedbeast on May 15, 2020 21:00:33 GMT
Name: Jon Henry
Seeming: Ogre
-Kith(s): Stonebones
Court: Spring Court
Age: Um...? Not old? Not a kid. Probably somewhere around twenties maybe?
Height: Huge... he's, like, giant. (Literally has that merit.)
Appearance: Jon Henry is a big, ugly brute of a man. Sizeable, well muscled and poorly clothed. The large scar is the most prominent feature, such that you might not notice others. It starts below his left eye, crosses his nose in jagged lines, and reaches down through his lip, exposing the teeth on his right side.
To other Changelings, Jon isn't too different from that. Being a stonebones, he's made of rocks. Not stone, as stone is worked by human hand, but rocks that, somehow, naturally kinda sorta look like a human form with all the necessary parts. And, of course, that scar isn't a jagged scar, but a literal crack, with the right part of his lip chipped away to expose the rocks that make his teeth.
Occupation: Fighting. Jon Henry can fight. Whether that's working security shifts or getting into fights or fighting for exhibition. He also sews, if only to make it so his clothes can cover him.
Notable Traits: Jon Henry doesn't have any secrets. Any mystery to him is just the result of him not going out of way to talk about himself and others not asking. For those who care enough to pay attention, his two most notable traits are his anger and his stomach. He's angry. He's always angry. He doesn't want to be. And, he can eat just about anything. Rotten vegetables and stale bread and old meat can all, rather than going straight to soil reclaimation, go through him to save on food resources and have a bit more natural processing. That and the scar that you just can't avoid seeing.
Information Known by Changelings: Not much aside from the obvious. He's fairly simple and anything that he knows can probably be learned if you ask.
Background:
I had a name before. I don't remember what it was. I had a home. That was when I was so much younger. I don't remember much about it.
What I remember was being tested, trained, tested again, fed wood and stone. A guardian of the mountain had collected me to be another guard, commanded to be constantly enraged at the thought of any who might encroach upon us. I learned... I learned to do that.
I remember a child being brought before me and being told I was to train it. I remember the child telling me its name, and my commander laughing, saying that it doesn't have a name anymore.
I remember remembering having a name. I remember saying so.
My commander asked me if I wanted a name and, without asking, grabbed my head and smashed it into a wall. He pulled back my lip, cracking my face splitting it from lip through my nose, exposing my teeth to a permanent snarl. That was my name, that was all I was.
I was mad, exactly like they wanted me to be. My fellows were mad, always mad. We fought. We fought until nobody knew anything about sides and only knew fighting. I do not know what happened to the child. I know that I was flung from the mountain and bid to come back when I understand what my name is, what everybody's name is, what the only name anybody in the mountain could have is.
I turned and walked away. I wanted a different name. It took me some thinking, but I think Jon Henry is a good name. I've heard it before.
They want me to be nothing but anger. I will not be that. I will be someone with a name.
Seeming: Ogre
-Kith(s): Stonebones
Court: Spring Court
Age: Um...? Not old? Not a kid. Probably somewhere around twenties maybe?
Height: Huge... he's, like, giant. (Literally has that merit.)
Appearance: Jon Henry is a big, ugly brute of a man. Sizeable, well muscled and poorly clothed. The large scar is the most prominent feature, such that you might not notice others. It starts below his left eye, crosses his nose in jagged lines, and reaches down through his lip, exposing the teeth on his right side.
To other Changelings, Jon isn't too different from that. Being a stonebones, he's made of rocks. Not stone, as stone is worked by human hand, but rocks that, somehow, naturally kinda sorta look like a human form with all the necessary parts. And, of course, that scar isn't a jagged scar, but a literal crack, with the right part of his lip chipped away to expose the rocks that make his teeth.
Occupation: Fighting. Jon Henry can fight. Whether that's working security shifts or getting into fights or fighting for exhibition. He also sews, if only to make it so his clothes can cover him.
Notable Traits: Jon Henry doesn't have any secrets. Any mystery to him is just the result of him not going out of way to talk about himself and others not asking. For those who care enough to pay attention, his two most notable traits are his anger and his stomach. He's angry. He's always angry. He doesn't want to be. And, he can eat just about anything. Rotten vegetables and stale bread and old meat can all, rather than going straight to soil reclaimation, go through him to save on food resources and have a bit more natural processing. That and the scar that you just can't avoid seeing.
Information Known by Changelings: Not much aside from the obvious. He's fairly simple and anything that he knows can probably be learned if you ask.
Background:
I had a name before. I don't remember what it was. I had a home. That was when I was so much younger. I don't remember much about it.
What I remember was being tested, trained, tested again, fed wood and stone. A guardian of the mountain had collected me to be another guard, commanded to be constantly enraged at the thought of any who might encroach upon us. I learned... I learned to do that.
I remember a child being brought before me and being told I was to train it. I remember the child telling me its name, and my commander laughing, saying that it doesn't have a name anymore.
I remember remembering having a name. I remember saying so.
My commander asked me if I wanted a name and, without asking, grabbed my head and smashed it into a wall. He pulled back my lip, cracking my face splitting it from lip through my nose, exposing my teeth to a permanent snarl. That was my name, that was all I was.
I was mad, exactly like they wanted me to be. My fellows were mad, always mad. We fought. We fought until nobody knew anything about sides and only knew fighting. I do not know what happened to the child. I know that I was flung from the mountain and bid to come back when I understand what my name is, what everybody's name is, what the only name anybody in the mountain could have is.
I turned and walked away. I wanted a different name. It took me some thinking, but I think Jon Henry is a good name. I've heard it before.
They want me to be nothing but anger. I will not be that. I will be someone with a name.