Post by thal on Sept 12, 2011 18:36:55 GMT -5
Valus Suart
Am I a threat to you?
You're a bigger threat to me.
Am I a threat to you?
You're a bigger threat to me.
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Valus Suart
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
n/a
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
18 & June 29th
GENDER.[/size][/color]
Male
RANKING.[/size][/color]
Hollow One
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
Student/Supermarket Clerk
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Shin Kanzato from Persona -trinity soul-
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Looking Valus in the eyes is never easy. His gaze is always shifting, brown centers vacant unless something catches his attention. He is cautious by nature, and he meets your stare with suspicion, scrutinizing those who notice him.
He wants to know what they are thinking.
People who notice him are different, because he goes purposefully out of his way to appear forgettable. His standard attire is clothing that covers as much skin as possible. A burgundy waterproof jacket with a removable hood is his most common piece of clothing when not in a uniform for school or work. It has four deep pockets with warm lining, which come in useful for hiding things. Underneath he opts for lightweight long-sleeved shirts, typically black, and he prefers slacks over jeans in an equally dark shade for their additional pocket space.
Physically he isn't particularly striking either. His hair is sandy brown styled into short, uneven waves, but with little care or effort put into it. The same can be said about his muscles, which are just about passable for someone of his age and gender. He seems aware of this - why else would he wear such a bulky coat regardless of the sun or rain? It hides his weakness a little, but leaves him quite pale, even during the summer months. And has the effect of making him look even more sickly.
Hiking boots aren't always practical either... or stylish, but they make him look taller. Bumping up his height up to 5' 8" when standing on a slight incline. Height is important to him, because he doesn't like it when people look down on him in any sense of the term. In fact, he hates it more than anything.
Remember that, the next time you look into his eyes.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
... and don't look down on him, whatever you do.
He'll know it because he'll expect it, and has been all his life. Show him the slightest contempt and he'll hold a grudge. He's weak of heart, a coward who scares easily, but he'll make up for bravery with hate. He'll do anything he can to prove to you that he's superior - to prove to himself that he's superior. Not just another failure with a low opinion of himself.
Treat him with kindness and he'll be... confused. He'll think you're lying, or failing that, horribly mistaken about him. Although he'll frequently boast and look down on others, in actuality there isn't much about himself he feels he can truly value. He'd like there to be, and this perception fills him with jealousy for those he perceives as better than him. Which is... pretty much everyone.
He feels as though he has to compensate for this somehow, and this is where his controlling streak comes to light. Coax him out of the shadows and he'll want to do things on his terms and those terms alone. Advice is fine, usually. But if he feels he's being ordered around, he react defensively. Either going along with someone else until he has a chance to seize control of the situation, or attempting to get his way through intimidation and outburst.
Somewhat ironic then is his choice of company when he allows it. He actively seems to prefer being around competitive people, despite or perhaps even because of the constant challenge they present to his emotional security. Painfully or not, they drive him forward, hopefully in a direction that might someday lead to personal acceptance and happiness. Breaking him down and building him back up again, forcing him to redefine and adapt his views over and over countless times.
He doesn't just want to be like them, he wants to be better.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Portland, Maine, USA
family members;
Brody Suart - [Absent Father]
Warren Suart - [Nasty Uncle]
Alicia Ellington - [Placid Stepmother]
A stepmother was good enough for Valus. It didn't really matter if she wasn't related, since it was all he ever really knew. His Father wasn't around much. An Independent Contractor, his job took him abroad frequently working on various publicity-themed tasks, leaving his wife Alicia the duty of raising Valus and looking out for him. In other words, a typical housewife role.
She was uncomfortable with it, but never said anything. And it was a long time before Valus finally figured out that she felt trapped and unhappy. Naturally, he concluded that he must have been the cause. Confronting his father about it during one of his return visits, as a precaution, Brody started to visit more often, and sure enough, it made her seem happier. To Valus, this was seen as proof.
Maturing somewhat distantly from her after that incident, he turned his attentions towards one of his uncles, his father's youngest brother Warren. Aloof and pessimistic, Warren didn't like Valus. And in no way tried to hide it, having shared something of a sibling rivalry with his father since they were children. Starting to wonder now if there was something wrong with him that people couldn't bring themselves to like, Valus started to worry that eventually he might end up alone.
With these destructive ideas circulating around in his brain through the duration of his early education, he began to act on them, in the process making it increasingly difficult to view others in a positive light. When a few people did try to open themselves up to him, he mistook their actions as some kind of obligation they felt pressured into doing, like his stepmother's imaginary hatred for him.
As time continued to pass it became something of a self-fulfilling prophecy. A childish misunderstanding manifest into a crippling stigma that dogged the boy's heels wherever he went.
Unable to escape it, he sought instead a physical escape. Turning to his father, quite possibly the only person left on who he could turn, his father's absence from his life meant that he was possibly the only immediate relative who couldn't judge him negatively. He'd only had minimal exposure to his unlikable child, and was surprised when Valus sprang at the opportunity to go with him to Japan for his final term. His alibi was culture studies.
Taken aback by this bizarre streak of ambition, his father couldn't say no.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Thal
AGE.[/size][/color]
19
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
n/a
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
Breathing deeply, Calus couldn’t deny that he regretted what he was doing. There was no overwhelming sense of wholeness or excitement to be felt by it, and in his mind he contemplated the possibilities of what he could have accomplished with the power of a demon. He still had time to stop it, technically, as he watched the white devil tug in futility at the corners of the mask that seemed fused to his flesh. But he’d gone ahead and committed himself now, so chickening out of his words was an option he wouldn’t consider.
Watching as the lights on the Devimon lookalike’s face changed from silver to a colour he was rather less fond of, Calus glanced down at the single word that appeared on the screen of his Digivice - the one that likely still had his dead copy’s fingerprints all over it - he braced himself for the wrath that was sure to follow. What would happen if he died here, he wondered? Picturing Avari walking in on his corpse, he shuddered, fearing that Muchomon might be permitted to eat him. Waiting several seconds for his fate to come, in the end it never did.
A new set of words appeared on the screen, and Calus turned his gaze up at that which was formerly Devidramon, his face first registering dull surprise, and then a sneer after he composed himself. With the threat of death present, but not imminent for the moment, he felt...
“Me? I don’t want anything from you!” he protested insistently, “I don’t know what I want at all!” Admitting that made him feel... insecure. But there was no point pretending that he wasn’t anymore, in claiming to be greater and stronger than everyone he met, only to find himself begging at their feet for mercy later. At the very least... this way he saved everyone the time.
The world around them was changing again, the sky and the ground peeling away, leaving nothing but a blank empty void behind. There were no more shapes, no more ominous shadows; but the endless silence was just as imposing. Dimly, Calus recalled that it might have looked that way the first time he came here... but he had been miserable then. Tsumemon’s nightmare self appearing and chasing him was indeed terrifying to experience, but at least it helped take away the thought that there was really nothing of him left.
The thought that his partner was gone.
He’d been a monster and a manipulator, but he’d been with him so long now that it was hard to imagine him not hiding around the next corner, waiting to leap out from the next shadow. He’d betrayed him and he’d used him, but he’d boasted his superiority and protected him in kind as well. Never once had he tried to change things between the parasite and himself, he’d never done anything about it and just neglected the Digimon back.
Looking up at NeoDevimon now - the only thing around him that hadn’t faded completely, Calus reached out an arm to touch him. Pushing against him. Pushing him away.
“It’s mine... my own fault that I don’t have a partner. I don’t want you to end up the same way.”
Lifting up his hand, Calus ruffled his own hair idly. For the first time in what felt like forever... it was neat.
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