b a s i c s
Name: Carlos Simon de Silva
Age: 22 deceased, March 30, 1999
Date of Birth: March 31, 1976
City: Rio de Janeiro
Alignment: Angel
Religion: Atheism
Languages: Portuguese (fluent), English (fluent), Spanish (almost fluent), French (basic)
Family: Juana de Silva (mother), Pedro de Silva (younger brother), Gabriela de Silva (cousin)
p o w e r s
Magic chanelled through symbols etched in blood. Only mild talent by himself, but has been recently been possessed by a spirit. In return for slowly taking over his mind and destroying his body, it increases his powers exponentially. He will die within three months due to the effects of the spirit and likely lose all control of his body.
In more detail:
This spirit, something like a hiver from Terry Pratchett’s A Hat Full of Sky, is something of an isolated consiousness. It has no mind of its own, so it doesn’t really think when it is outside of a body. It searches for powerful creatures in which to hide in. When it possess something, it takes the shape of that creature’s mind. But it doesn’t understand how to be a human, so it reacts to all the desires in the host’s mind, including ones that humans know how to suppress and avoid. The spirit will say exactly what its host really thinks about anything. It places a high value on survival and security, so it might try to make friends with anyone who it believes is more powerful in its own strange way. These attempts would be likely to backfire, as it would use very simple and direct ways to go about this, like intimidation or upfront bribery. It also holds the vague memory of minds that it once possessed, adding to the confusion as it will occasionally switch personalities momentarily when confused.
Before infected with the spirit, he could do very little with his powers, mostly occult things that have no particular use: he could, well, troll for spirits (which is how he ended up possessed), catch glimpses at past events (where he can barely even give as general a location as a continent), light small candles or matches (if they’re very dry), and surround himself with little golden lights. Each of these, even the smallest, required at least a day of preparation.
However, after the expiriment that left him possessed, he tattooed symbols onto his palms and around his wrists with his blood. He didn’t remember doing it, but has found that it gives him the ability to push people away with invisible pressure. At the moment, it’s not as strong as pushing normally with his hands and has a range that has to be measured in centimeters, but that will change dramatically as time goes on.
The magical system that he has discovered does not have set symbols and is therefore nearly impossible to learn through studying it, as he did before. What is more important is the feeling put behind the brushstrokes forming the symbols, which the spirit picks up rapidly. It can do a variety of things. He is likely to expand his range of abilities and the power behind them (for example, he may be able to conjure snakes (planes beware) or transport objects over small distances), but even the simplest spell takes at least an hour to prepare, the more complicated ones over a day. While he is preparing, he has to concentrate hard; every slip of his concentration increases the amount of time that he has left to complete the spell and if he loses all concentration, he will have to start all over. There is the option of tattooing symbols onto his body, but there is limited space (often, this requires a good deal of room—for example, a tattoo on something to affect or exit the power through his foot would likely take up at least the bottom half of his leg as well) and he cannot write overtop of older symbols without both failing to work. Also, the skin that is tattooed must be visible in at least the main exit point in the channelled power when being used, so this limits where he can reasonably place a tattoo without flashing people.
When each spell is cast, the blood used to cast it will be used up in the spell. If it is tattooed blood, it will be restored by his own blood, but it will take a few moments to restore. In that time, he cannot properly use the spell.
Though his powers start weaker than most Neutrals, within the first month he will have grown as powerful as his fellow Angels. If he manages to survive until his body gives out at the end of three months, he will likely have power to almost rival a Kamui. By that point, though, any part of him left in his mind will just be left to watch as the spirit uses his body and his heart will be on the verge of stopping.
h i s t o r y
His life was vaguely normal. He went to school, got decent grades, made a few friends. But not many friends, as he was always serious and withdrawn, not really interested in his peers. He always looked like he was concentrating on something, but it always seemed to be (and usually was) something other than what the people around him happened to be talking about at the time. He got along with his younger brother, not causing trouble but never really that close to him. Nothing earth-shattering ever happened to him.
His cousin Gabriella moved in with the family when he was 15. He attempted to be nice in his rather distant way, but her aloof manner made him back off. He never felt the need to force any social behavior, and if she didn’t want to talk to him, so be it.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was rather cautious around her. A mother killing her husband would certainly have a negative effect on the daughter; he considered that this could possibly make his cousin dangerous or at least unbalanced. It never hurt to be too careful.
Eventually, he started to treat her similarly to the rest of his family: polite and nice, as he felt he should with family, but not close. Never close to anyone.
Although he spent his last couple of years of his education working part-time wherever would accept him, he finished with decent, though not spectacular, grades. He didn’t pursue the option of university, as he had no particular aim for his future career. Instead, he began looking for a full-time job.
After an unsuccessful first job, he managed to get work at a local antiques shop. It wasn’t the most successful business ever, but it was enough to earn him a steady enough paycheck to rent his own small apartment and move out, admittedly not very far from where his family lived.
As he continued to work at the antiques shop, gaining the confidence of his employer and becoming the most likely one to inherit the business when the bachelor retired, he came across a strange grouping of books in a donation to the shop. They seemed to be very old journals, with strange doodles inside of them. They caught his eye and, after the owner of the shop declared them unsellable, he purchased them at a bargain price.
Reading them through, they seemed to outline possibilities for some kind of magic. Slightly intregued, he worked on it on his days off. It called for blood as the ink and, as he was no sadist and had no particular way of getting anyone else’s, he used his own. After figuring out how to store the blood without it drying out, he meticulously copied the drawings. After a couple of false starts, he managed to use it to light a match. Which wasn’t too impressive, but he was intregued enough. He didn’t have much in the way of hobbies, anyway.
A few years passed, in which he managed to copy the few spells that the book’s writer (who he never managed to identify). He couldn’t do much, but he could do more than most people. However, the writer had obviously never managed to finish his research, and the last part of the book was mostly bits and pieces, theories rather than actual spells. He worked on them as if they were puzzles, spending evenings and days off mostly locked up in his apartment bedroom (the other room being left clean in the rare case he had guests). Most attempts failed, but some of them improved what he already knew.
On December 27, 1998, he managed to piece together something new, mainly based on the spell he used to view past events. It took up most of the floor, ending in a circle to one side of the room. After making all the necessary preparations and spending hours concentrating on imbuing the symbols with what power he had, he activated the spell.
Slowly, the air inside of the circle started to shimmer, as if there was a high quantity of water vapour. A hum that had an undertone of people murmuring indistinctly filled the room, increasing in volume until it made his ears start to ring. There was a smell that was unidentifiable, but could possibly be described as smelling slightly like something was burning.
Then he had the sudden impression of sudden movement like that of a wild beast pouncing and he next remembered himself coming to in a hospital bed, with what looked like tattoos made of blood on his palms and extending to his wrists. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Surely it was just some kind of blood blister or bruise or something. He was told that he was found collapsed not far from his apartment and brought to hospital.
By the time that 1999 came around, he was only recently released from the hospital. He had insisted upon returning immediately to his apartment rather than accepting his mother’s suggestion that he stay at home for at least a while, despite still feeling somewhat disoriented. He had the vague impression that he had done something between his experiment and winding up in the hospital, but he has yet to figure anything out. He has no knowledge of anything concerning destiny.
p e r s o n a l i t y
He is very controlled. Every movement that he makes is one that he’s thought about. He makes plans and is constantly in a state of revising them. Unless someone’s talking about or doing something that he considers important, he will be thinking about something else and only half paying attention. If they are talking about something important, he’ll still only be half paying attention, but the things he’ll be thinking about will at least be related to what the person’s talking about.
He doesn’t think much of the people he meets and his politeness tends to be the cold, routine politeness that gets people through the day. He tends to look down on everyone else, though not all that perceptably. He smiles, but it is never a warm smile.
He also has a sarcastic streak the size of Brazil.
As he eventually realizes his possessed state, he will become even more controlled and distant as he attempts to rid himself of the intruder. As its effect grows, he will start to become erratic as he loses control of more of his mind. When he finally loses to the possessing spirit, then his personality will have a similar shape, but it will fray at the edges erractically and he will hide fewer of his secret thoughts.
a p p e a r a n c e
His hair is immaculately brushed, his clothes are clean and ironed, his teeth almost gleam from brushing, and his boots start the week with a shine. He cares for his appearance, giving himself the appearance of someone who is going places, who is respectable. His movements are brisk and purpose-filled; he never fidgets, ever.
He doesn’t look the caring sort. He looks like he thinks that he’s better than everyone else. He believes in truth in advertising.
He’s also recently taken to wearing gloves to hide the marks on his hands. It fits in with the persona he has made for himself, so it is unlikely to draw much comment.
c o n t a c t
Name: Yo-san
E-mail: yoshimitaaki[at]yahoo.co.uk
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yo_san
noconcernofmine is a journal made for roleplaying purposes at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
resolutionremix. While Carlos is the product of my rather unbalanced mind, his PB, Zolf J. Kimblee, is from Fullmetal Alchemist.
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