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CASE FILE: Chimerae
When I'm too far gone....
CASE FILE: Chimerae
When I'm too far gone....
→ Silvac Skallagrim
→Lokhyn, Bull Shark, Wolf, Komodo dragon
→ Generation One
DATE OF BIRTH:
→ December 19th 1990
→ Silvac's body is like a well toned athlete, he has a fair share of small scars but only a large single one going through his right eye. His hair style is just to let it do it's thing, his hair color is strange though being purple. He's got smaller tufts of hair at the ends of his ears that never grow too long. His skin color is an off shade of blue/teal and has multiple purple spots doting his back and down the top of his tail. His tail has two fins on it, one close to his body and the other at the end of the tail that has biolumencent spots. His mouth has the same properties as the biolumencent spots but to a lesser degree since it's a larger area to cover. His eyes are a dark green at the core and a lighter shade of green around the dark green core. The outfit he usually wears is a green jacket with purple jeans. However he often wears a robe to cover his strange appearance. Silvac takes very large steps, and when he runs he can easily overtake someone due to long legs. He generally moves very slowly unless agitated in which he will spring to life and move with quickness that surprises most. His voice is the same way save that it is usually quiet like the wind on a spring day, but often it can explode into a thunderstorm. His left arm is no longer of flesh, it has been replaced with an auto mail variant that posses roughly near the same strength if not the same density of his original arm. All over his chest and legs are scars from his torture at the hands of normal people. Over the course of a few months silvac has learned to enjoy the finer clothing wares that the pirates have been able to provide him with, he often now wears a very fancy coat and some finer wares that one would be surprised to see him in. A cigar box is often within it, he rather enjoys the scent they give off more than anything. Most of Silvac's wardrobe is now worn and sand torn, the armor that he was graced with has cracks in some places. His automail arm is slightly sand worn as well.
→ Silvac doesn't like to talk plain and simple, he feels that his actions will speak much louder than his words and most of the time he is dead on the button. When he does speak it's usually in small amount and directly to the point. He tends to be shy around new people but after a period(two to seven days) he'll start trusting them; not a lot but more than enough to speak with them. He more often than not will ignore newer people if they make a bad impression on him or talk too much. He's rather gentle and will go out of his way to helping smaller creatures or children when they're not afraid of him. He generally is friendly to those that he finds in trouble or if they are wounded(possibly due to some sort of animal instinct). He doesn't like to fight under normal circumstances but if he is forced to he will fight; he will also warn his opponent he does not wish to fight. He tries his best to remain out of the way from the world because he's afraid of what people may think of him. He believes that he is a monster to many people's eyes and that the only ones that would care are more than likely long dead to world.
However... When he is angry he is nothing like his quiet gentle self; he becomes arrogant and tends to ignore everyone's well being as well as his own. He'll resort to violence much more quickly and will ignore most people unless they pose a threat to him. He'll even go about looking for fights if he remains angry enough which can lead to trouble if he bites off more than he can chew. Silvac is much more irritable in this state and can't help but spread the feeling about. If it goes too far however he loses all sense of his self and ignores all social ques and just attacks people on sight. He doesn't think he just acts; which may be one of the reasons that his gentle self is maintained when he's not angry.
When it comes to things related to valdis he will drop almost anything to help her with whatever she wants. He'd go through just about anything to rescue her, he doesn't know why but he feels as though he has to otherwise something with him is wrong. He believes that she is somehow a path back to older days even if she doesn't. You could almost say that he loves her, he won't admit it himself and he would be pretty sure she wouldn't either.
Over the course of the last few months silvac's personality hasn't changed much past the fact he finds that talking is less and less needed. His actions now speak thousands of words in themselves. He still keeps certain people close to his heart; Such as his wife and a select few that have earned his trust
→ Reading(he can't read he just likes looking at the pictures)
→ Scent of lavender
→ Classical Music
→chocolate chip cookies
→ the color red
→ hot headed people
→ Large crowds
→Bandits of multiple kinds
→Upside down cake
→Silvac was born in one of the smaller hospitals in London, his mother was overjoyed that she had a son. While his early years were not easy they were certainly filled with both love and joy from his father who worked at the local library as a helper. It was fairly easy for the father to keep an eye on his sole child whilst at work since Silvac loved to read(or at least look at the pictures). Silvac made sure that he didn't bother his father during working hours the best he could since he knew how busy it was during daylight hours.
A couple years later Silvac's father got a promotion from helper to the front desk; this meant that he would spend less time catering to Silvac's needs and more to the customers. Silvac made sure to avoid the front area so he would not worry his father during the day. This is probably one of the small reasons why Silvac learned how to speak Cretan(other than killing time) since his father had taught him only a smattering of the language it seemed like a good idea to at least understand the language. Lucky for Silvac his mother had free time and took it upon herself to teach him how to at least speak Cretan better than what his father had taught him.
After a few more years Silvac was well versed in both his native tongue and in Cretan; even though the young man seldom spoke he still understood which was half the battle in any situation on itself.. At this time Silvac was only fourteen; not quite old enough to take care of himself which meant that someone had to. Thankfully one of his uncles lived in London and took it upon himself to teach the young man how to live... By fighting. His mother and father didn't approve but Silvac wished to at least know how to defend himself if the worst would happen. The mother and the father understood this and allowed for it even though they didn't like it.
Through a mix of his father and his uncle the young man was turning out to be quite the librarian since he had no other aspirations than just to quietly direct the library from behind the scenes. His uncle Continued to teach him how to use some weapons(mostly smaller weapons but a few larger ones) even though that Silvac felt it was a waste of time until he had the luck(or misfortune depending on how you see it...) to stop a small time robbery at one of the local convenient stores that he was in. Even though it was small it felt like the biggest stepping stone in his life.
It was around the time that Silvac was eighteen that he found something he wished he could of never seen. Two men drawing some sort of marking around a struggling man; next to several different types of animals. Silvac recognized what they were doing as alchemy; he however did not recognize them as locals so that must of meant that they were out of area alchemists. Silvac watched with growing horror as they placed the animals in certain areas on the circle they had made around a now struggling(somewhat feebly) man. After a few minutes of some sort of preparation there was a blinding light that caused Silvac to loose his footing and fall backwards letting out a surprised yelp. After the light died down Silvac noticed that the alchemists were looking around for the noise. When they saw him; Silvac had no choice but to draw his battleaxe and hope that he could beat them.
After a brief struggle Silvac was rendered unconscious, he really had no chance against the two alchemists. It took only a couple minutes for the alchemists to set things up for their next transmutation; and in those few minutes Silvac slowly came to full consciousness. He tried to get them to let him go but that just made them strike at him so that he'd be quiet. Chastened he watched them put down a bull shark with some strange apparatus around it's gills.. The next thing they put down was a Komodo dragon, it wasn't responding to the touch of the alchemists but it did lazily glance over at Silvac before flicking it's tongue. The last creature they placed around Silvac was a struggling wolf that was trying it's damnedest to get free. The two alchemists took their places around the circle and within moments they brought a fierce shining light to Silvac's entirety...
Silvac next woke up with a wrenching pain and the drive of different animals backing him, his clothes lay around his now large form in tatters. The two alchemists stood smug over the new creature they had created; they had no idea how much danger they were in. The first one didn't even get to scream as Silvac tore their throat out and then force fed it to the man. The second one clapped his hands but he was never able to finish what he had planned as Silvac drove his hand straight through the man's skull with a force far surpassing normal humans strength. After a few hours of tearing at the two bodies of the men Silvac's rage died down and he calmly took in his new body. It possessed so much more than his old one did but he had no idea what he should do next. He was forced to flee when some men in uniform knocked the door down to find him standing over the two now shredded corpses.
Silvac spent the night wandering the town trying to get his bearings; his memory was distant as though much of what he had endured had not even happened. His mother's and his father's faces were very dim but he could recall their eye colors easily. He couldn't remember much more than that; he knew he'd never be able to go back to the life he had before but he felt as though he must go find them. It took him nearly five hours to find his way to the library. Lucky for Silvac his father was the one opening it on this Sunday morning; however his luck stopped when the man that Silvac recognized as his father did not do the same for his son. Instead the man drove Silvac back claiming him to be a beast and no son of his. Heartbroken Silvac fled and tried to find his mother who he knew would still be residing at home.
His mother was much more accepting after Silvac talked to her (albeit after struggling to speak for almost a whole hour.) he explained to her what happened and eventually she gave him some clothing that would fit his larger body. Much of what she gave him was worn by people who were in gangs or just liked hiding their faces. He was thankful that his mother was so accepting but he was greatly saddened when she told him that he would have to leave their home. She gave him some food and bid him farewell; Silvac never understood how his mother knew it was him either. So he spent most of the three years of his new found body in the underground of London; too afraid of going out amongst the real people. He occasionally forges outside of the city limits for deer or on the rare occasion bears wherever he can find them.
Silvac was lucky enough to pick the store that he did during the night a few months ago, he met a person by the name of Valdis Raghild whom he befriended and became rather smitten with after a small arm wrestling match behind the store which followed up with the both of them hunting bears a short time after. They parted ways promising to meet one another again after Valdis received word that her pudding factory was in need of her again. Silvac remembers that night as one of the best nights of his current situation, he'll always hold Valdis's friendship slightly higher than most others.
About a month later Silvac was traveling through the great desert and managed to stumble across ruins there. He engaged in a brief fight with some bandits that led him to meet a homunculi By the name of pride. Silvac was fully prepared to fight him but it turned out that he was friendly. They exchanged a rather decent conversation and after some time of spending company with one another agreed that they would meet again under more favorable conditions. It took him almost a full month to be able to leave the desert but with luck that had been uncommon for most of his life let him find his way out.
After a few weeks of travel Silvac came to the east part of the city of Amestris where his innocence was tested. He attempted to help a near death child to the hospital for a doctor but upon arriving at the hospital his efforts were cut short by a small man by the name of red. Regardless of what Silvac did the small man didn't go down and after a brutal fight Silvac lost his left arm at the shoulder down. Silvac cannot remember what happened after that point because of the bleeding, red no longer had interest in one that could not feel the pain of their wounds and left. When the authorities arrived they took the battered Silvac into a custody that eventually led to him being tortured for quite some time till he was lucky enough to escape with the help of some strange people. They worked quickly to get him an auto-mail arm even though he was a chimera, Silvac owes them a life debt and took their scents so that he would be able to tell whom they were if they ever met again.
After nearly two months later Silvac was in the great city of Kyoto, he had traveled there by hitching a ride on a plane and managing to land there. He was trying to get back to London but his luck had run out the moment he had met that cursed little man back in Amestris. Dodging local authorities for nearly two full days he was finally rewarded with luck of meeting a woman by the name of Aiko Shimizu. She gave him clothes and offered to take him back to her home for what Silvac assumed was a safe haven away from all the smaller people that were chasing him. After a short amount of time he was introduced to a translator that was able to let Aiko and Silvac talk for a short time. Soon after he was introduced to a young girl by the name of NIN who was selling cookies for the local girl scouts. After a decent period of time Silvac left the safe haven of Aiko's home and proceeded on his journey.
After another few weeks of hopping planes ,trains and boats Silvac arrived in Vaingloria of the country of Gelemorté. Silvac was quickly apprehended here by a superior force of police officers equipped with both stun guns and batons that had electric coatings. After a brief fight Silvac was subdued and transferred to a medium class prison. He is currently stuck there awaiting what is going to happen to him....
After an insane turn of event's Silvac was sprung out of the prison that held him; he spent a brief time with the pirates that had broken him out of the prison and did his best to pay them back. To say the least he was very disappointed when his captain and the first mate disappeared from his scent pool. This drove him mad for a few weeks trying desperately to find them. After he failed he begun to travel more and more (even though he said to himself he had moved on it was quite obvious h had not.)
It was mere weeks late that he was picked up by some military recruitment officers and his existence was brought to the attention of their superiors. Through yet another crazy turn of events he was granted a brief time as leader of naval forces for Gelmorte. This time was spent mostly on a ship that was in the yards for years upon years. This ship was eventually brought back without the Naval leader on board. Silvac head done what he thought right and jumped off of it, using both his ability to breathe water and swim rapidly to put distance between him and the military. He has no doubt that they were going to hunt him. He has no idea that they believe him lost at sea and have more than likely already assigned a new leader to that branch of military.
After his brief time in the military silvac returned to the area which he had met a homunculi by the name of Pride. This creature had spent a very very small amount of time with Silvac after a skirmish with some of the bandits there. He spent the latter of a week trying to find supplies and happened to stumble on a camp next to what appeared to be a old water plant near a dryed out oasis. It only took a few hours to clear the place and Silvac already had found enough supplies (canned and dehydrated food mostly) as well as a large reserve of water that was kept clean by the last bit of auxiliary power the plant had available.
It wasn't long before he met the final Resident of this plant, a very weathered man whom was on his last few days. Unable to keep the plant running he offered Silvac a home there when he passed. Not willing to pass by a chance of a home for at least a few months Silvac agreed. It was four days later that the man died and left Silvac with the permission to the plant. Since Silvac cannot read he couldn't decipher the wrap of paper the man had given him. He tries his best to look at what appears to be a map to him; failing at this he finds himself wandering the plant and local area to better understand both himself.... And the world he has been cast into.
→Aerugese(blue) He understands basic Aerugese, he actually cannot speak it.
→well versed in Many Weapons(not masterful but he knows where the sharp end goes)
→Knows how to wear some modern day armor properly
→Due to some issues with his vocal cords it is really hard for him to speak for longer periods.
→Doesn't know how to read but just likes looking at the pictures.
→Even though it hurts after a while he likes to sing
→Doesn't cook the animals he eats, he finds it a waste of time
→If it comes to it he will eat a human
→Doesn't recognize guns as real weapons
→Has a strong sense on honor
→Protects children out of instinct
→Protects women out of instinct
→Feels inclined to fight males
→Feels as though he must constantly move
→High pitch sounds can repel or stun him, in some cases they can be used to attract him.
→Recognizes Stun batons and Stun guns
→He understand basic maintenance of his auto-mail arm.
→Enhanced smell X2: On top of being able to store smells into memory, silvac has an increased smelling power. He can follow most scents like a blood hound but his over sensitive nose can be disrupted by stronger scents.(perfume, lotions, strong smells, ETC.)
→Becomes enraged when the scent of blood is in the air
→Enhanced strength X2; can lift up to a 600 pounds
→Enhanced Bite: Can easily bite through bone, flesh and wood without much of an issue. A thin layer of steel or Weaker metals he can only bite through about an inch. Stronger metals he cannot bite through.
→Blood in the water: If too much blood is drawn in one area silvac loses his ability to cognitively think and goes into a blood rage. He treats all people around him as enemies and attacks them. This doesn't last too long unless he continues to stay around the smell.
→Can use his tongue to Detect things in the air
→Slow to respond to humans voices.
→ I'm a cool guy don't hate me D:
Last edited by Silvac on Sun Sep 29, 2013 2:51 am; edited 74 times in total
Archive date is the 16th.
1] Need a last name. Silvac as a first name is a tad unorthodox, but I'll let it slide.
2] Note for trivia: you don't transform. You just passively possess those traits. So all of those notes of abilities he'd magically "get", he would have anyway. A recommendation would be to maybe tone it down a tad and save some for your level-up.
3] Armour realistically wouldn't be used and would be too clunky and pointless, just so you know. Modernised armour and body armour probably - but just so you know, it wouldn't be a matter of practicality.
4] A quick note on grammar and spelling. You're making simple mistakes; proper nouns such as names deserve capital letters, punctuation, spacing, irregularity. Trust me, improving sentence presentation makes the app look a hell of a lot better. I'm not going to deny you on grammar alone, just that maybe throwing this thing through Microsoft Word couldn't do you any harm.
5] It's an OC; there's no need for an FC section. If you want to give credit, give it in the comments.
OpenOffice and other free programs work just as well.
"There's more to this than just black and white. The world can't be divided into that. There's reds and blues and greens and even more colors. How can you judge someone by one of two shades? It just doesn't seem fair to remain blind to rainbow, just because there's a puddle in your path."
→ Speaks Aerugese, Amestrian (Magenta), Acented Cretan (darkcyan), Knows small bits of Xingese (Jade)
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