Character(s) ⊱ Baobei's Characters ⊰

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This thread is dedicated to cataloging all of my original characters. They all have defined personalities and general concepts, but detailed backstory information will be omitted for future roleplay,

The images and decorations are not mine. They were all taken from Pinterest.



The Nominees
Ezekiel Buarque
Shu
Jezebel
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[baobei]

This may come as some surprise
But I miss you
I could see through all of your lies
But still I miss you
Is it a crime? - Sade

Ezekiel Buarque / Age: 28 / Height: 5'11 / Sexuality: Bisexual
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╰┈┈➤ Oh, who is he?
The life in CALISCO, the military force division responsible for recon missions that Ezekiel works for as a lieutenant, was not easy. Mission after mission, loss after loss. A routine he learned how to go through without getting crazy. Close his eyes when it's too much, and pretend nothing happened late at night when he and his squad were drinking, joking, and drinking cheap wine; those moments made everything fade into the distance, too far to reach feeling. And then it came back in the morning while he was lacing up his boots. The last eleven years of his life have been totally dedicated to his job and little to anything else. It was difficult to leave and accept that he was devoting his youth and prime to his job instead of something more emotionally fulfilling. He has no one waiting for him at home, a house he so arduously paid off in the first years of organization just to rarely even spend the night there. The bunk beds of his barrack weren't that bad after a while, and at least it wasn't as quiet as it was in his house.

╰┈┈➤ Likes and dislikes:
Out of the rushed routine that may sound and look inescapable, the holidays were those moments he never knew what to do. Sometimes he stayed in the barracks all day resting; sometimes he ate somewhere different by himself since all of his squad would usually spend the day off with their families. He liked to travel, drive to the beach, and spend a day sitting on the sand, watching the ocean. With a cigarette in his mouth, he would feel the salty wind. Something sweet was always welcome: ice cream, a milkshake, or any other dessert he could nibble while traveling back to the city.

What he didn't like were the thoughts, the memories. It was impossible not to think with the silence. Rude words, the horrors he witnessed, the loneliness. He could look down at his hand, to the finger where the ring used to be, and sigh, because there was no reason to keep thinking and bringing that back; it was over.

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╰┈┈➤ Looks:
Boring as he could be, comfortable and loose clothes were his go-to when his uniform wasn't required. The muscles he earned in the military never rested, waving under the tighter shirts and pants, but also never truly hidden by hoodies and sweatpants; the volume was clear. His eyebrows are bushy, while his eyelashes are thin and barely noticeable. In general, Ezekiel has a very average appearance and a suitably attractive air about him. His voice is deep, most of the time calm, but not passive; he's the patient type instead of soft-spoken.

Besides the muscles, negative consequences were always present. New bruises, scars, and bumps are always spread over his tanned skin, never leaving him be. The most striking one is on his biceps, a bulging, thick, poorly healed horizontal cut that he earned, surprisingly, from one of his friends during a mission. Though it could look worse, it was still impossible not to see when he was wearing his summer uniform or a T-shirt.

On his upper lip, superior right side, he had a cleft. A congenital malformation he never got fixed as a baby, and wasn't now as an adult.

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[baobei]

If I were born as a blackthorn tree,
I'd want to be felled by you, held by you,
Fuel the pyre of your enemies
NFWMB - Hozier

Shu / Age: 25 / Height: 5'25 / Sexuality: Bisexual
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╰┈┈➤ Oh, who is he?
Shu is an apothecary and the owner of a small cabin at the edge of the village where he conducts his business. Though known for his expertise (knowledge he inherited from his deceased mother), he is always tight on money. As the only apothecary in an isolated village, one might expect him to be financially stable; however, he has a soft spot for the elderly, sick children, and widows. They are the ones he helps and pities the most, usually at the expense of his own coins.

His routine is busy and chaotic: waking up early to prepare orders, cleaning for the day, and tending to his garden. He records his daily activities in a thick logbook, noting the composition of each order, the recipient, and the ailment. He also tracks the quantities collected from the forest and his gardens, ensuring his inventory is always under control. Overall, he is quite organized, even if his head is often in the clouds.

Being one of the few young adults in the village, he isn't married or romantically involved with anyone. He considers his closest friends to be an elderly man he provides in-person care for and the orange cat that visits his window every night.

╰┈┈➤ Likes and dislikes:
Shu is a fair man with an honest mouth. He is very direct and sometimes insensitive about his likes and dislikes. While he has no patience for ungrateful or rude people and will be blunt in return, he tries his best to be humble and helpful toward those who are kind.

Despite the constant time spent in the kitchen mixing medicines, Shu appreciates getting away from work. He enjoys walking through the forest with a stray cat by his side, visiting a stream just a few minutes from his cabin. He also finds great joy in the rare summer festivals.

What he dislikes the most is the difficulties that winter brings. When the snow arrives and he sees people being buried, he feels a deep sense of guilt that his skills as a healer are limited. These are dark times when he becomes more stressed, irritable, and depressed. Although his albinism is easier to manage in the winter, the cold season remains the time of year he dislikes most.​

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╰┈┈➤ Looks:
Shu is a short, chubby man with soft, average features. His most striking characteristics are his extremely pale skin, white hair, and light eyes that are sensitive to the sun. His albinism has caused both health and social challenges since childhood; as a result, he keeps his hair buzzed very short and tries not to stand out, though that can be difficult. Living in a small village has given him the privilege of existing under fewer judgmental eyes.

He wears humble clothing made of linen or wool. In the summer, he wears light linen trousers and a thin white blouse inside his cabin to stay comfortable. When he must go outside, he wears a heavy hooded cloak to protect his skin.

Cooler weather makes things slightly easier; gray days allow him to leave without a cloak to gather winter herbs, though the thick, coarse layers of wool required for the cold are often stiff and uncomfortable to work in.​

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[baobei]

Somewhere across the sea of time
A love immortal such as mine
Will come to me eternally

Immortal he (she)
Return to me
Who is she? - I Monster​

Jezebel / Age: ??? / Height: 5'41 / Sexuality: ???
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╰┈┈➤ Oh, who is he?
The years Jezebel spent in the human world were, in his view, very fruitful. Despite the many sorrows at times, experiencing the feelings and movements of the human world never failed to bring Jezebel tender pleasure. The first fifty years were, on the whole, quiet and calm. Jezebel didn't stay in one place for very long, for the world is vast, and he longed to see and experience new things. Wherever he went, he learned about the local customs, enjoyed the culture for a few months, and then left without saying goodbye. However, things changed when he began to meet old acquaintances on his travels, who were astonished by his eternal youth. How could a man who forty years ago was a young adult not have acquired a single wrinkle? Without Jezebel realizing it, rumors spread, quietly and in the shadows.

Now, after almost a hundred years in the human world, he travels around more cautiously. The rumors, which were a minor inconvenience at first, ended up reaching the ears of those who desire an untouched life, youth, and eternity. Even if he could provide such a thing directly, he wouldn't. He admired the mortality of humans, a gift he would never take away, even if asked.

But he wasn't being asked anymore. Tears, flesh, hair, nails, fluids. Rumors spread among the wealthy that the elixir of life could be produced from the entity's body. Jezebel didn't take long to discover the absurdity that had spread, since the most dangerous thing now was no longer the rumors or the intrusive questions. It was the hunters. From all corners came, at first glance, well-intentioned people asking for hair or a piece of fingernail. And then the impatience, the ambushes in woods and quiet streets at night.

Jezebel walks hidden, quiet, and sometimes afraid. He understands and accepts humans as they are. Or so he thinks.

╰┈┈➤ Likes and dislikes:
Overall, Jezebel is pleased by everything that humans and animals have to offer. He is sometimes vain, likes jewelry and fine clothes, and loves venturing into new cities and discovering what he has never seen before. Despite liking these things, he doesn't possess any of them in the long term, detached from material possessions but never displeased with their beauty.

Jezebel loves orange and honey cakes.

Oddly enough, Jezebel is not patient when it comes to reading. He knows how to read, having learned as soon as he arrived in the human world, but he has never been interested in reading stories; those he saw every day were enough.

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╰┈┈➤ Looks:
The deity has an angular face and very narrow lips, yet plump, as if trying to fit in a minimal space. His features are very delicate, yet serious and quite uncanny. With all combined, he is very handsome, but something about the big dark eyes and the combination of the elements on his face expose that there's something different, if not strange or suspicious about him.

He has long, slightly curled silver hair. The strands are long enough to touch the tops of his feet but are usually tied back with a string in a more practical hairstyle for travel. He has a healthy body, not thin or muscular, with some fat here and there, not necessarily considered overweight but perhaps a little chubby. His skin is pale, but in certain areas, such as the tops of his shoulders and cheeks, it has a darker reddish tint, a consequence of traveling under the sun.

Something striking about Jezebel is his scent, a constant smell of clean flowers and grass. It had little to do with hygiene customs and more to do with the supernatural nature of the individual.

Since the hunters appeared, instead of soft, thin, and easy-to-move clothes, Jezebel was now forced to hide a little more, mostly with a hood.​

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