Name: Copper Pickle (temporarily legally Copper Pentawry, but he likes Pickle better and he has all da power now)
Age: 20
Birthday: Overall, August 23, but he considers it a birthday whenever he upgrades something
Gender: Masculine Non-Binary
Category: Citizen
Species: Half Fae, Half Golem/Construct
Appearance Description: Tall, lithe, and somehow reeking of darkness despite having no colour - not his skin, not his hair, not his eyes; he isn't even white so much as just... blank - Copper looks more or less human from a distance. Sure, the absence of colour can throw some people off (especially if they see him in different lighting), and he does have mismatched wings, but he usually has two legs and two arms and one head in the usual arrangement.
Copper's odd wings are a product of opportunity: being half golem (just don't ask how he's half golem.... just don't) he can remove and upgrade his limbs. Those limbs can be mechanical or flesh in origin, and behave like a natural limb once attached. He currently has one born-with wing, a sleek colourless feathered thing with a solid eight foot span at full extension, and one artificial wing, which looks like a red-skinned demon wing because... well... it is a red-skinned demon wing. He's very opportunistic, okay?
Get a bit closer to Copper, or hang around him long enough, and you may find more oddities than just his mismatched wings. His left eye, normally as colourless and eerie as his right, occasionally trades places with a red-irised eye that reflects gold in the dark. Suffice to say it has the same origins as his replaced wing, and that he does indeed keep it in a jar when he isn't using it. He can't see in the dark worth **** without it.
Easily 5'11" when he's properly upright and not wearing shoes (because he can't stand wearing shoes, and with barely tolerate socks or slippers when cold), Copper is often casually slouched. He is still growing more comfortable in, as he puts it, richy-rich clothing, but freely admits that there is clearly a point to spending so much freaking money on a slab of woven thread. Especially spider silk. Spider silk suits amaze him and threatening to hurt them will have him rolling on the ground begging for their safety. How can they not be appreciated?
Copper is quite muscular, if scarred enough to show that he should get more muscular before he goes and bluffs at the wrong punk, and is very much a big-barking dog. He has teeth, and technically the ability to give himself nastier teeth, but there's still more bark than bite. His slanted ears and eerily wide-opening mouth are more consistent indications of his inhumanity.
Personality Description: Copper wants to be spoiled. Like, a lot. It's his biggest dream and most heartfelt hope. He wants to be pampered and doted upon and adored. He really didn't get that as a kid, and now he's forgetting all of his street smarts about trusting people and throwing himself full-bore into richy-rich land and trusting anyone who seems vaguely nice to him.
He isn't likely to get treated nicely for long, though, not by high society. He might wear pricey suits and wrap himself in expensive scarves, but he still can't stand shoes and his table manners are, ah, coarse. He's clean, at least, and errs far more on the side of too-efficient than anything else, but he can get into dangerous territory with drinks pretty quick. When you just down your drink constantly... and there are servants filling it up again whenever it gets low... well. His own servants have stopped offering alcohol during meals.
He also has a certain tendency to act tough and mean and dangerous. It served him well in earlier days, rampaging through the streets of underground cities, but it's rather out of place now. It's all bluff, though (or at least mostly), and he's really quite desperate to be included. Threaten to exclude him, or even seem to, and he'll beg for forgiveness. His servants will probably be facepalming in the background, and he hasn't been able to hold onto good bodyguards because of it, but he'd rather be constantly hiring than not get to be involved with fun social stuff.
As gentled as he seems to be by wealth, though, Copper has gone from refined to very, very dangerous before and is capable of doing it again. He doesn't have an alter ego, or even a secret dark place in his mind. He just gets mad sometimes, and when he's angry all bets are off. One thing that holds true all the time is that Copper will survive. Truly threaten his survival and it will be a spitefully mangled corpse he leaves behind.
Honestly, he's damn good at taking care of himself in a pinch, and is rarely unarmed. As long as his guns aren't plated in iron he's fine, but really he could just wear gloves and be fine, or, you know, hire a healer or even replace his hands. Lots of options. He is a very good shot and fights extremely dirty in close combat, though guns are the only true weapon he is decent with. Random blunt objects don't count as true weapons.
Powers: Reconstructable
Copper might look unfinished, but he's magically capable of refinishing himself as he sees fit. He can remove his own limbs at any joint (although it is super messy and painful, not being pure golem) and automatically adjusts his local physiology to accept transplants. With practice (not that he really wants to practice) he can regenerate damaged joints instead of just replacing them, as long as all of their pieces are still present, and reconstruct his entire body when provided with enough raw materials.
Mostly he just replaces things that get cut off, or locks himself up where no one can hear him scream when he swaps his eye.
This power gives him the potential for immortality, as long as someone is willing to shove less-mangled body parts at him when he gets too mangled. He requires functioning organs to survive and his natural organs are all flesh and blood (just wait until he finds a mechanical liver, though >.>) but if his brain is still functional then other ruined organs can be swapped out and he'll be fine. He cannot replace his brain.
Faefolk
While his refusal to wear shoes can easily be blamed on his temperament, Copper's allergy to iron points more bluntly at his heritage. Skin contact with forged iron rapidly produces rashes and burns. He also has increased tolerance to fairy-made alcohols and some resistance to illusions, though he cannot use them himself.
Biography: Copper Pickle might not look or sound like he comes from wealth, but his mother's family grew quite the empire out of fairy booze. Not just fairy booze, of course, but that was the seed for later investments. Copper even spent a few years caught up in it as a kid - you know, before he was kidnapped for ransom at age seven, held prisoner for a few years while major negotiations happened, and then was abruptly useless because his family turned his back on him. His grandmother had died and his aunt took control of the negotiations, and put the company over her experimental nephew.
His normally polite demon hosts held onto him for a few more months, unsure if this was just a new tactic or true, but time passed and the Pickle empire ignored him. His aunt even changed the family name to Pentawry, citing something about 'Pickle' being far too crude.
Copper eventually gave up on waiting around, but a little too late. His hosts were indeed his captors, and they had grown impatient as well. Why waste their time and effort and money on a worthless hostage? They ordered him disposed of, and while Copper managed to escape it wasn't without injury. His right wing was broken, repeatedly shot (with silver, not iron, because someone apparently mistook him for a werewolf), and nearly torn from its socket. Too bad for the pair of grunts that Copper was a better shot than them, and that he was able to nick a gun without suspicion the day before. And that he was fully acquainted with the theory of his powers. Demons wanted to ruin his wing? Fine. He'd just replace it with one of theirs. In a very bad mood by that point, he stole an eye from the other would-be executioner.
People tend to leave strangers covered in the blood of multiple species alone when they meet them on a dark street. That served Copper just fine, and once he'd finished healing he just had to keep up the fear. He survived on the streets in that underground city, and he survived quite well-
Until he was stopped by a sleek black car, and invited back to his mother's world. The world he'd been born into, even though his father was a mysterious figure never really spoken of as an individual. The entire Pentawry family had withered and died over the past decade, leaving a team of assistants and sub-managers to pretend the family was alive and well to protect the business. At least until they had a lead on Copper.
Eh, he was tired of being poor. Sure, he now had to be the face of a family business that had been floundering a bit over the past few years, and probably assumed to be old news, and he had no clue how to run even a small business... but there were hired people for that, and they were good at their jobs. Copper just had to go out and show that the Pickle - er, Pentawry... y'know what, Pentawry sounded worse than Pickle and he was sticking with Pickle - empire was far from headless.
Private jet to a new playground, oh yeah. Even with the team of coaches for everything from appearance to posture to table manners - which were not as bad as feared - he intended to live it up.
Additional Information:
Age: 20
Birthday: Overall, August 23, but he considers it a birthday whenever he upgrades something
Gender: Masculine Non-Binary
Category: Citizen
Species: Half Fae, Half Golem/Construct
Appearance Description: Tall, lithe, and somehow reeking of darkness despite having no colour - not his skin, not his hair, not his eyes; he isn't even white so much as just... blank - Copper looks more or less human from a distance. Sure, the absence of colour can throw some people off (especially if they see him in different lighting), and he does have mismatched wings, but he usually has two legs and two arms and one head in the usual arrangement.
Copper's odd wings are a product of opportunity: being half golem (just don't ask how he's half golem.... just don't) he can remove and upgrade his limbs. Those limbs can be mechanical or flesh in origin, and behave like a natural limb once attached. He currently has one born-with wing, a sleek colourless feathered thing with a solid eight foot span at full extension, and one artificial wing, which looks like a red-skinned demon wing because... well... it is a red-skinned demon wing. He's very opportunistic, okay?
Get a bit closer to Copper, or hang around him long enough, and you may find more oddities than just his mismatched wings. His left eye, normally as colourless and eerie as his right, occasionally trades places with a red-irised eye that reflects gold in the dark. Suffice to say it has the same origins as his replaced wing, and that he does indeed keep it in a jar when he isn't using it. He can't see in the dark worth **** without it.
Easily 5'11" when he's properly upright and not wearing shoes (because he can't stand wearing shoes, and with barely tolerate socks or slippers when cold), Copper is often casually slouched. He is still growing more comfortable in, as he puts it, richy-rich clothing, but freely admits that there is clearly a point to spending so much freaking money on a slab of woven thread. Especially spider silk. Spider silk suits amaze him and threatening to hurt them will have him rolling on the ground begging for their safety. How can they not be appreciated?
Copper is quite muscular, if scarred enough to show that he should get more muscular before he goes and bluffs at the wrong punk, and is very much a big-barking dog. He has teeth, and technically the ability to give himself nastier teeth, but there's still more bark than bite. His slanted ears and eerily wide-opening mouth are more consistent indications of his inhumanity.
Personality Description: Copper wants to be spoiled. Like, a lot. It's his biggest dream and most heartfelt hope. He wants to be pampered and doted upon and adored. He really didn't get that as a kid, and now he's forgetting all of his street smarts about trusting people and throwing himself full-bore into richy-rich land and trusting anyone who seems vaguely nice to him.
He isn't likely to get treated nicely for long, though, not by high society. He might wear pricey suits and wrap himself in expensive scarves, but he still can't stand shoes and his table manners are, ah, coarse. He's clean, at least, and errs far more on the side of too-efficient than anything else, but he can get into dangerous territory with drinks pretty quick. When you just down your drink constantly... and there are servants filling it up again whenever it gets low... well. His own servants have stopped offering alcohol during meals.
He also has a certain tendency to act tough and mean and dangerous. It served him well in earlier days, rampaging through the streets of underground cities, but it's rather out of place now. It's all bluff, though (or at least mostly), and he's really quite desperate to be included. Threaten to exclude him, or even seem to, and he'll beg for forgiveness. His servants will probably be facepalming in the background, and he hasn't been able to hold onto good bodyguards because of it, but he'd rather be constantly hiring than not get to be involved with fun social stuff.
As gentled as he seems to be by wealth, though, Copper has gone from refined to very, very dangerous before and is capable of doing it again. He doesn't have an alter ego, or even a secret dark place in his mind. He just gets mad sometimes, and when he's angry all bets are off. One thing that holds true all the time is that Copper will survive. Truly threaten his survival and it will be a spitefully mangled corpse he leaves behind.
Honestly, he's damn good at taking care of himself in a pinch, and is rarely unarmed. As long as his guns aren't plated in iron he's fine, but really he could just wear gloves and be fine, or, you know, hire a healer or even replace his hands. Lots of options. He is a very good shot and fights extremely dirty in close combat, though guns are the only true weapon he is decent with. Random blunt objects don't count as true weapons.
Powers: Reconstructable
Copper might look unfinished, but he's magically capable of refinishing himself as he sees fit. He can remove his own limbs at any joint (although it is super messy and painful, not being pure golem) and automatically adjusts his local physiology to accept transplants. With practice (not that he really wants to practice) he can regenerate damaged joints instead of just replacing them, as long as all of their pieces are still present, and reconstruct his entire body when provided with enough raw materials.
Mostly he just replaces things that get cut off, or locks himself up where no one can hear him scream when he swaps his eye.
This power gives him the potential for immortality, as long as someone is willing to shove less-mangled body parts at him when he gets too mangled. He requires functioning organs to survive and his natural organs are all flesh and blood (just wait until he finds a mechanical liver, though >.>) but if his brain is still functional then other ruined organs can be swapped out and he'll be fine. He cannot replace his brain.
Faefolk
While his refusal to wear shoes can easily be blamed on his temperament, Copper's allergy to iron points more bluntly at his heritage. Skin contact with forged iron rapidly produces rashes and burns. He also has increased tolerance to fairy-made alcohols and some resistance to illusions, though he cannot use them himself.
Biography: Copper Pickle might not look or sound like he comes from wealth, but his mother's family grew quite the empire out of fairy booze. Not just fairy booze, of course, but that was the seed for later investments. Copper even spent a few years caught up in it as a kid - you know, before he was kidnapped for ransom at age seven, held prisoner for a few years while major negotiations happened, and then was abruptly useless because his family turned his back on him. His grandmother had died and his aunt took control of the negotiations, and put the company over her experimental nephew.
His normally polite demon hosts held onto him for a few more months, unsure if this was just a new tactic or true, but time passed and the Pickle empire ignored him. His aunt even changed the family name to Pentawry, citing something about 'Pickle' being far too crude.
Copper eventually gave up on waiting around, but a little too late. His hosts were indeed his captors, and they had grown impatient as well. Why waste their time and effort and money on a worthless hostage? They ordered him disposed of, and while Copper managed to escape it wasn't without injury. His right wing was broken, repeatedly shot (with silver, not iron, because someone apparently mistook him for a werewolf), and nearly torn from its socket. Too bad for the pair of grunts that Copper was a better shot than them, and that he was able to nick a gun without suspicion the day before. And that he was fully acquainted with the theory of his powers. Demons wanted to ruin his wing? Fine. He'd just replace it with one of theirs. In a very bad mood by that point, he stole an eye from the other would-be executioner.
People tend to leave strangers covered in the blood of multiple species alone when they meet them on a dark street. That served Copper just fine, and once he'd finished healing he just had to keep up the fear. He survived on the streets in that underground city, and he survived quite well-
Until he was stopped by a sleek black car, and invited back to his mother's world. The world he'd been born into, even though his father was a mysterious figure never really spoken of as an individual. The entire Pentawry family had withered and died over the past decade, leaving a team of assistants and sub-managers to pretend the family was alive and well to protect the business. At least until they had a lead on Copper.
Eh, he was tired of being poor. Sure, he now had to be the face of a family business that had been floundering a bit over the past few years, and probably assumed to be old news, and he had no clue how to run even a small business... but there were hired people for that, and they were good at their jobs. Copper just had to go out and show that the Pickle - er, Pentawry... y'know what, Pentawry sounded worse than Pickle and he was sticking with Pickle - empire was far from headless.
Private jet to a new playground, oh yeah. Even with the team of coaches for everything from appearance to posture to table manners - which were not as bad as feared - he intended to live it up.
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