Post by Wiseman on Jul 22, 2013 17:10:15 GMT -5
Name:
Pen Wiseman
Age:
57
Race:
Demon
Allegiance:
None
Physical Description:
Wiseman is of pale complexion, average height and build with black hair. If it weren’t for his unusual yellow eyes there would be little to mark him out as the spawn of darkness that he is. His dress is generally business/merchant like keeping to the attire that the human he possessed tended to wear. Normally seen wearing a hat and with a perpetual smile on his face, though this can quickly change dependent upon the situation and the mood he is in at the time.
He keeps this happy go lucky appearance up when dealing with customers and potential ‘business partners’. Though those who don’t honor the deals that they make tend to get the nasty side of this smile, switching from welcoming and warm to conniving and sadistic. Outside of his human form Wiseman also occasionally possesses a cat kept in his possession known as ‘Mittens’, Mittens is a small sized tabby cat with identical eyes to the one he takes in human form.
Personality:
Wiseman belongs to a specific category of demonic entities that feed upon the energies generated by the madness of mortal( and immortal) races. As a madness demon he is inevitably effected by the very taint upon which he feeds, his personality is rather sporadic some of his actions making little or no sense. Though it is this very ‘quirky’ nature that mark him out as an excellent merchant often gaining the attention of those who might otherwise simply walk past his stall. On the converse side of this however lies what most would consider his true demonic disposition. He remains quirky however in a more appalling fashion, taking pleasure in some things that others would consider extremely taboo. This side is most prominent when dealing with people who try to cheat him, a smile that would once make another laugh turns into one that makes them reconsider what kind of man (or monster) they’ve done business with.
History:
The Madness Demon that would become Wiseman came from a place that it calls ‘The Library’. It is an almost infinite dimension of knowledge that can best be described as a walking headache, and at worst eternal torture. For like most Madness Demons he liked to make waves, make noise and unfortunately even in the infernal realm those who resided in the library had to keep to the code of ‘ silence’. Each time a demon wished to leave the library they would need to find a book, each book in this place had inscribed within its pages the complete life of a living being up till the current point of their lives, once they found a book they would literally ‘rent it out’ and thus enter the mind of whoever the book belonged.
Unfortunately not all books are available in the library, demons of madness are only drawn to certain books, and only certain books are kept within the library. Those of strong will and conviction are not listed in its pages…those however who led relatively meaningless lives were free to read. The demon that would become found a rather interesting book, most were simply boring reads though this one drew to him in particular. It was the life of a man known as Jack Wiseman, an orphan boy who had become a travelling merchant in order to escape the life that he had once known. He book was more a horror story than others and carried with it that particular bitter taste that was the prelude to insanity.
Content with his ‘rental’ he would take the book out and begin to read. The words upon the pages became images, a connection in the minds of both demon and man. Jack’s life over the next few days would become strange, hallucinations…nightmares. Voices whispering to him from the dark…and a perpetual knock on his door that would keep him awake to all hours of the night. Normally he would stop once he had ‘ripened’ his victim enough, though there was something about this one that he could not quite bring himself to stop feeding. One day the merchant would take an attempt at his own life in order to stop the madness….but the demon would not allow that. He dove into the story of Jack and seized control…mind and body.
It is said that afterwards Jack became rather withdrawn from society, and though he kept his supply contacts he was never quite the same. Thirty years passed and those contacts remain, though the man they are in contact now goes by the name of ‘Pen’ most simply assume he is the son of Jack taking up the family business. Others who hear the rumors of a merchant of souls take a more suspicious view…though their lines remain open least one day there be a knock on their doors too.
Roleplaying Sample:
So. Back to learning how to be Wiseman. Not that this might actually have made much of a difference in this world. But you never know. A mask of sorts was always good when you were faced with a world that utterly despised you.
He found himself back in the remains of an old library. Whilst most things had been looted burned or were otherwise lost, some of the books remained intact and after gathering a couple up in his hands he moved to a seat and sat himself down. “Conflict Management...". He grumbled to himself. Generally his idea of conflict management would be beating the pulp out of a person, driving them do-lally till they saw his point of view or just removing them all together....which could occur in various ways. However Wiseman had to be different. Wiseman had to be the guy that people didn't really see much of the demonic exterior. Whilst this had been rather difficult at times if he was to keep the mask on and operate without issue then he didn’t have much a choice. .
“Conflict management...is all about compromise...and lowering the negative aspects of conflict to a state of equality with the positive...."
Well it was all Greek to him. Although the gist of it seemed to be that conflict management was about talking out your problems and coming to a direct compromise with the source of the conflict. He looked up from the book for a moment and tried to imagine himself doing it. "...Hm....Nah...”. In all perfect honesty the idea of him attempting to lower the negative aspects of anything was akin to the idea of a dragon letting a lamb brush its teeth. The next part of this book seemed to cover just what conflict was. Its stages how it started and all the stuff in-between.
In Penny's mind most conflict arose over territory first and foremost. Hell it tended to spout out into covering the rest as well. It wasn't just a case of land ownership though. It also tended to cover mating rituals and such, the females of one group would be coveted by those of another and then conflict arose from that. But Penny didn't really cause much conflict over stuff like that primarily because, A) You don’t mate with what you eat and B) He tended to be one of those short lasting things. He was a transient ghost. Floating in and out of people’s lives, never making much of a recorded impact on anything.
A leaf upon the water. There, lying on the surface. But not in it.
But no doubt there was going to be conflict with Wiseman, there always was when it came to humans and his true disposition. They didn’t much like the idea of freedom despite professing to protect it so whole heartedly. Madness was the one true freedom that everyone could enjoy, but in this world it was restricted, restrained…a meal here was a ticket bought and paid for…and the price tended to be greater than the taste.
Pen Wiseman
Age:
57
Race:
Demon
Allegiance:
None
Physical Description:
Wiseman is of pale complexion, average height and build with black hair. If it weren’t for his unusual yellow eyes there would be little to mark him out as the spawn of darkness that he is. His dress is generally business/merchant like keeping to the attire that the human he possessed tended to wear. Normally seen wearing a hat and with a perpetual smile on his face, though this can quickly change dependent upon the situation and the mood he is in at the time.
He keeps this happy go lucky appearance up when dealing with customers and potential ‘business partners’. Though those who don’t honor the deals that they make tend to get the nasty side of this smile, switching from welcoming and warm to conniving and sadistic. Outside of his human form Wiseman also occasionally possesses a cat kept in his possession known as ‘Mittens’, Mittens is a small sized tabby cat with identical eyes to the one he takes in human form.
Personality:
Wiseman belongs to a specific category of demonic entities that feed upon the energies generated by the madness of mortal( and immortal) races. As a madness demon he is inevitably effected by the very taint upon which he feeds, his personality is rather sporadic some of his actions making little or no sense. Though it is this very ‘quirky’ nature that mark him out as an excellent merchant often gaining the attention of those who might otherwise simply walk past his stall. On the converse side of this however lies what most would consider his true demonic disposition. He remains quirky however in a more appalling fashion, taking pleasure in some things that others would consider extremely taboo. This side is most prominent when dealing with people who try to cheat him, a smile that would once make another laugh turns into one that makes them reconsider what kind of man (or monster) they’ve done business with.
History:
The Madness Demon that would become Wiseman came from a place that it calls ‘The Library’. It is an almost infinite dimension of knowledge that can best be described as a walking headache, and at worst eternal torture. For like most Madness Demons he liked to make waves, make noise and unfortunately even in the infernal realm those who resided in the library had to keep to the code of ‘ silence’. Each time a demon wished to leave the library they would need to find a book, each book in this place had inscribed within its pages the complete life of a living being up till the current point of their lives, once they found a book they would literally ‘rent it out’ and thus enter the mind of whoever the book belonged.
Unfortunately not all books are available in the library, demons of madness are only drawn to certain books, and only certain books are kept within the library. Those of strong will and conviction are not listed in its pages…those however who led relatively meaningless lives were free to read. The demon that would become found a rather interesting book, most were simply boring reads though this one drew to him in particular. It was the life of a man known as Jack Wiseman, an orphan boy who had become a travelling merchant in order to escape the life that he had once known. He book was more a horror story than others and carried with it that particular bitter taste that was the prelude to insanity.
Content with his ‘rental’ he would take the book out and begin to read. The words upon the pages became images, a connection in the minds of both demon and man. Jack’s life over the next few days would become strange, hallucinations…nightmares. Voices whispering to him from the dark…and a perpetual knock on his door that would keep him awake to all hours of the night. Normally he would stop once he had ‘ripened’ his victim enough, though there was something about this one that he could not quite bring himself to stop feeding. One day the merchant would take an attempt at his own life in order to stop the madness….but the demon would not allow that. He dove into the story of Jack and seized control…mind and body.
It is said that afterwards Jack became rather withdrawn from society, and though he kept his supply contacts he was never quite the same. Thirty years passed and those contacts remain, though the man they are in contact now goes by the name of ‘Pen’ most simply assume he is the son of Jack taking up the family business. Others who hear the rumors of a merchant of souls take a more suspicious view…though their lines remain open least one day there be a knock on their doors too.
Roleplaying Sample:
So. Back to learning how to be Wiseman. Not that this might actually have made much of a difference in this world. But you never know. A mask of sorts was always good when you were faced with a world that utterly despised you.
He found himself back in the remains of an old library. Whilst most things had been looted burned or were otherwise lost, some of the books remained intact and after gathering a couple up in his hands he moved to a seat and sat himself down. “Conflict Management...". He grumbled to himself. Generally his idea of conflict management would be beating the pulp out of a person, driving them do-lally till they saw his point of view or just removing them all together....which could occur in various ways. However Wiseman had to be different. Wiseman had to be the guy that people didn't really see much of the demonic exterior. Whilst this had been rather difficult at times if he was to keep the mask on and operate without issue then he didn’t have much a choice. .
“Conflict management...is all about compromise...and lowering the negative aspects of conflict to a state of equality with the positive...."
Well it was all Greek to him. Although the gist of it seemed to be that conflict management was about talking out your problems and coming to a direct compromise with the source of the conflict. He looked up from the book for a moment and tried to imagine himself doing it. "...Hm....Nah...”. In all perfect honesty the idea of him attempting to lower the negative aspects of anything was akin to the idea of a dragon letting a lamb brush its teeth. The next part of this book seemed to cover just what conflict was. Its stages how it started and all the stuff in-between.
In Penny's mind most conflict arose over territory first and foremost. Hell it tended to spout out into covering the rest as well. It wasn't just a case of land ownership though. It also tended to cover mating rituals and such, the females of one group would be coveted by those of another and then conflict arose from that. But Penny didn't really cause much conflict over stuff like that primarily because, A) You don’t mate with what you eat and B) He tended to be one of those short lasting things. He was a transient ghost. Floating in and out of people’s lives, never making much of a recorded impact on anything.
A leaf upon the water. There, lying on the surface. But not in it.
But no doubt there was going to be conflict with Wiseman, there always was when it came to humans and his true disposition. They didn’t much like the idea of freedom despite professing to protect it so whole heartedly. Madness was the one true freedom that everyone could enjoy, but in this world it was restricted, restrained…a meal here was a ticket bought and paid for…and the price tended to be greater than the taste.
