DEUS EX MACHINA PERSONNEL FORM The Hunter
Name: Dorian Côté
Nicknames: Dor (Which he likes, because D'or is Golden), Dory; but only those who know him can call him that he is not a stupid fish.
Gender: Male.
Age: 21
Category:
Mist - Jack of all trades master of none.
The Weapon
Name: Justice
Nicknames: Justy; Dorian is known to pronounce it in french too.
Type of Weapon: Ranseur
Former species of weapon: Ceffyl Dŵr (Water horse; Liken to the selkies, these had the potential to shapeshift and fly.)
Gender: Female
Personalities:
- ◤Dorian◢
At face value, one would constitute Dorian as someone who gives little importance to many things around him - slightly aloof and introverted - he does not attempt to do much to change that description of him given by other people. It's not that he really is what he has been branded, he just figures it's easier for people to assume something.
Deep down, he's a very observant kind of person - he strives to be in the know when it comes to situation. He is the kind of man who would have a small detailing journal so that he could keep his thoughts in one place (and probably mostly in french.) Dorian is very guarded, he wouldn't allow people to see this kind of thing, as he is very uncertain of others, and does not like to give slack to those around him at first. From this, he's maybe a little bit crass, both in external personality and conversation.
This does not mean that he is prone to refuting superiors - he would probably b***h and complain the whole way, but he is secretly the kind to follow an honest request. This works for women too, he's got a bit of a soft spot for a pretty lady who needs assistance. This does not include Justice, at times, for he can come off as frustrated with the raspy voice permeating his mind.
He has one major vice, and that's smoking - never having really left it since his coming to Deus. One can usually find him on his off time, curled up somewhere quiet with a smoke in his mouth, and a journal in his lap.
Lastly, he is rather loyal to those he considers friends. He could tell them to ******** off and give them a good slap to the back of the head at times, but in a pinch, he will have their back.
Also; Dorian is not allowed to drive. Dorian is not allowed to drive. Dorian Côté is not allowed to drive.
◤Justice◢
Being a monster that is considered a bit of a trickster, Justice has a reputation of being a little bit of a sharped minded and slick-tongued creature, and takes everything with a grain of salt.
A woman of great patience, she does not blow up easily, and usually attempts to soothe with her raspy, quiet voice. She picks her words carefully, and always tries to get her words across, and sometimes comes off as short, or even a woman of little words. But her silence is usually well placed, especially when it comes to the "young colt" she is placed with, especially during his frustrating outbursts. She almost prides herself on her silence.
Pride, being another issue she has, she is full of it, feeling that she is a superior creature, and does not listen to otherwise. No one could top this woman, in her mind! She would need a lot of chipping away before she even considered it.
Secretly, deep down inside, she also fears being left alone, having spent a fair amount of time waiting for her partner, and may be slightly dependent of her partner at times.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
Dorian could never pick out exactly when he started seeing those from another realm - he just knows he's always been able to see what everyone assumed was "ami imaginaire" - imaginary friends, which only alienated him further from his small speckling of towns in Rural Quebec where he was raised.
Due to this, he spent most of his youth being that bad boy that your small town parents talked about - in order to stick out he took up things like smoking and tattoos, learning about the world outside of La Belle Province, and straying from his family's wholesome quiet lifestyle - but being just one of his parents seven children meant that there would be 'one or two' in the family, and when he finally graduated from high school and became legal, he was out.
After putting all his money on the line, he found himself in the middle of Europe, with everything on his back and usually prone to being on his last fifty dollars, and needing a pack of smokes - he spent a few years of freedom meandering around, trying to find somewhere that he felt comfortable, safe and far from the voices and people who had driven him away.
It became obvious, though, as he travelled that it was something that he would never be rid of, almost like a permanent affliction. In a last ditch effort, he accepted an invitation he received from an elite organization who had found him at his wits end somewhere between here and there, hoping that they would help him find a way to kick off the edge. Find solace.
He would do anything.
Due to this, he spent most of his youth being that bad boy that your small town parents talked about - in order to stick out he took up things like smoking and tattoos, learning about the world outside of La Belle Province, and straying from his family's wholesome quiet lifestyle - but being just one of his parents seven children meant that there would be 'one or two' in the family, and when he finally graduated from high school and became legal, he was out.
After putting all his money on the line, he found himself in the middle of Europe, with everything on his back and usually prone to being on his last fifty dollars, and needing a pack of smokes - he spent a few years of freedom meandering around, trying to find somewhere that he felt comfortable, safe and far from the voices and people who had driven him away.
It became obvious, though, as he travelled that it was something that he would never be rid of, almost like a permanent affliction. In a last ditch effort, he accepted an invitation he received from an elite organization who had found him at his wits end somewhere between here and there, hoping that they would help him find a way to kick off the edge. Find solace.
He would do anything.
Ultimately, it sums up in to two words;
Why Not.
Weapon Ability
- Araignée Sauteuse - [ Y1 - The Mind ] - Using the Fear push, Dorian leaps into the high in to the air, using Justice as a landing anchor, in attempts to throw his opponent off. May sometimes come with french swearing.
Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Azure blues.
Hair Colour/Style: Black hair, but he's known to bleach and tint chunks of his hair - in a style usually known as 'scene'. He just likes the looks he gets when he's rocking out teals.
Skin Colour: Rather fair skinned, with little blemishes from what can be seen (which isn't much.) He hides a half-a-body's worth of tattoo-ing, and scars running up his hands and wrists.
Clothing Style/Colours: See reference; Predominantly dark clothing and grey gloves to cover scars on his hands from youthful stupidity. He's a sucker for jade, and is known to wear little trinkets made of the precious stone.
Extra:
References:LOOK AT THIS LEGIT ART.
