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| Toxin | Feb 11 2009, 06:21 AM Post #1 |
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General Information Full Name: Mo'o Makaiau (pronounced MOH-oh ma-KA-ee-Au) Codename or Alias: Mo'o Gender: Male Age: 21 Birthdate: January 21, 1988 Place Of Birth: Maui, Hawaii Occupation/Status: Mo'o is a mechanic by trade, with a wide grease streak ranging from fancy motorbikes to ultralight aircraft Alignment: Neutral Factions: Currently none Canon Or Original?: Original Powers/Abilities:
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Appearance Visual Appearance: <image coming soon, I'm drawing it myself.> Physical Appearance: Mo'o is about five and a half feet tall, with narrow shoulders and carries himself casually with a posture that is halfway between a slump and an interested forwards lean. His mutation has manifested itself strongly in his limbs, which are thin but appear muscular from lack of body fat. In fact, his whole body has little or no cushioning fat, though it highlights his muscle structure, making him appear stronger than he actually is. His long arms are arguably affected the most by his mutation, and are good foot longer than a normal human's in length. His forearms are twice as thick as any human's, and house the coiled muscles of his grasping appendages, which terminate in three large, flat, clawed fingers. His legs are fairly proportionate, though his feet are double-jointed at the arch, making them flexible and dexterous enough to be used as a second set of hands. His skin is covered in tiny, fine scales, though one would have to either rub him the wrong way or examine him under a microscope to tell the difference from a normal human's. His facial features are sharp yet sturdy; a cross between Hawaiian and European accentuated slightly by his reptilian characteristics. Though he would normally have light coffee-colored skin, his mutation has caused him to appear as a very, very light green, with orange blots forming two mottled lines up his face, then back down his dorsal surface, broken occasionally by patches of blue. He wears his wild black hair spiked straight upwards, rising above the rim of his ever-present welding goggles like grass from a pot. Oddly enough, he does not have slit pupils, though he does have a slightly disconcerting third eyelid that will occasionally swish across and moisten his large, black eyes. Another odd feature is that he has double the normal number of human teeth, and they retain their natural points despite wear and tear. They are smaller than normal teeth as well, giving him a very 'prickly' smile. Though he might stand out in a crowd in his natural state, he is usually covered in soot and grease, making his skin color harder to detect, and his long arms are covered by a jacket and gloves when he wants to go and examine the outside world. Clothing and Armor: Mo'o loves his machines, and is almost always dressed for the job. He wears baggy beige cargo pants covered with pockets and loops for tools. He also has a favorite pair of custom sandals designed to both fit and protect his 'unique' feet and allow them to still be used to hold tools or manipulate machinery. A tool belt is slung around his waist like a gun holster, from which hangs a menagerie of tools ranging from a large monkey wrench to small screwdrivers and precision measures. He wears a plain black shirt for a top, but it is lost under the huge utility vest he wears to store tools, personal items, and small odds and ends. On his head, there rests an ever-present pair of welding goggles, and occasionally a loose nail, screw, or random bit of metal that he found and stuck in the strap for future use. When he fancies a look around outside, he will don a heavy leather jacket and specially cut gloves that help to mask his appearance from the general public. The only time he ever really appears in anything but his mechanic's outfit is when he goes sunning or surfing at one of the rockier, less populated beaches on the coast, where he sports a nice baggy pair of aloha-patterned board shorts. Personality Likes: Mo'o is fond of both lazy days of casual relaxation, and prolonged stretches of furious activity in his garage. Basically, he loves it when the world revolves around his schedule, and he can do things on his own time rather than conform to deadlines. He's fond of people who share his breezy outlook on life, and truly enjoys the simple act of chilling and talking story. Tuning up machinery is his favorite pastime, as it gives him something focused to do that has a definite beginning, and a definite end; a structure that can be picked up or abandoned whenever he pleases that is both engrossing and (eventually) turns out a profit. Dislikes: People with the standard New Yorker business attitude could be considered the polar opposite of Mo'o, and thus, he finds them to be inconsolably irritating. Always rushing, pushing for orders, deadlines, and due dates, and trying to force themselves on life or vice versa. Anything that doesn't flow naturally with the rhythm of nature -and his own biological clock- rubs him the wrong way. He especially hates it when people try to tell him how to do his job, and demand deadlines as opposed to accepting the time frame he gives them. Fears: Mo'o's greatest fear is the death of his homeland. Hawaii has long struggled with the ravages of cultural exploitation and overpopulation due to tourism and immigration, and both the Hawaiian islands and Hawaiian culture have suffered the worst for it. If there ever came a day when it could be said that Hawaii was no longer Hawaiian, if the birds no longer sang in the trees, and the old men singing the old songs in front of their little shacks were gone, replaced by hotels and golf courses, Mo'o would likely lose all hope and fall into depression. Bad Habits: Procrastination. Mo'o lives on 'Hawaiian Time'. For non-locals, that means that there is no such thing as ' too late' or 'too early'; only 'mo slowah' and 'mo swift', and as he sees it, living life like dis iz mo bettah. You should try live, cuz. This causes him to either miss deadlines, finish a long time before they arrive, or sometimes forget about certain projects completely. Sexual Orientation: He's straight as a nail, though if you asked him, he'd jokingly say that he was lesbian. General Personality: Mo'o is Hawaiian. That sums it up almost in its entirety. He's peaceful yet has an aggressive streak when it comes to insults or condescension towards his homeland and culture, and carries within him the warrior spirit of the Hawaiian people. In general, he is good-natured and thick-skinned, and is very respectful to his elders and superiors. He doesn't like taking sides in anything, though if conflict is inevitable, he will usually side with whoever promotes his lifestyle the best. At home, in his garage, he usually keeps to himself. He has a few very close friends, and a hand full of acquaintances, but prefers to stay away from the outside world. He isn't antisocial; just not fond of being stared at. Character's History Siblings: Mo'o is an only child. Mother: Katherine Mason, a descendant of missionaries and plantation owners in Hawaii. She still lives on Maui with the rest of his family where she acts as a lawyer specializing in cases involving land disputes between natives and post-mahele property owners. Father: Ewekapu Makaiau, owner of a popular surf shop and design company. He still lives on Maui with the rest of Mo'o's extensive family. Other Family: Mo'o's family, like most traditional Hawaiian families, is as wide and expansive as the ocean itself. Everyone on the island knows everyone else via at least one relative, and this holds true of Mo'o's clan. Aunties, uncles, braddahs, sistahs, and lil' cuzzes from all over the island frequent his home and vice versa. History: Mo'o was born a mutant; and traces of his mutation were apparent from birth. Rather than abandon or ostracize the child, though, his parents, being raised Hawaiian, viewed his gecko-like appearance to be an incarnation of a powerful spirit, and named him after said spirit; a being so old and mighty that it appears in Hawaiian creation legends as the protector of the first man and woman, and who still to this day is said to manifest himself through common geckos to bring good fortune and protection to a household. Throughout his childhood, Mo'o was treated alternately very well and very poorly, the latter mostly by outsiders. Most locals believed in his divine nature, and either left him be for fear of angering the akua (spirits/gods) or treated him like their own family in the hopes that some of his blessings would rub off on them as well. He was schooled in a small public school near his home, and quickly took to machines at a very early age. He attended a technical college and graduated within three years, setting up his own motor shop as an extension of the family business. After his final, more complex mutant characteristics had fully manifested themselves during early adulthood, he realized that he had potential to do so much more for his community than simply being a walking good luck charm. Hearing tales of other humans blessed with seemingly divine gifts who used them to change the face of their communities, Mo'o decided that it was his fate to follow the trail of corruption to its source, and somehow, from the outside, bring about a greater freedom for the Hawaiian people. However, like most locals, he wasn't raised to become a doctor or a lawyer, and ended up in a small coastal town in California doing what he does best; repairing and modifying vehicles. He is a little concerned about having dead ended so close to where he began, but maintains a sunny outlook, and is constantly on the lookout for anything-or anyone- with the potential to help him on his quest to gain influence and political power. Role Play Sample: Mo'o yawned as he lowered himself slowly from the rafters where he had been tinkering with the hydraulic crane system. His eyes drifted around the room lazily, searching for the half-finished beer that he knew he had left somewhere on top of one of the large piles of spare parts that graced the 'dump' section of the wide warehouse floor. It had been a slow business day to begin with, and the crane malfunctioning earlier had sealed its fate since before eleven AM. Yup. Definitely a snoozer, He thought to himself as he reached out slowly with one grasping appendage and plucked the beer from on top of an upturned carburetor. Edited by Toxin, Feb 15 2009, 08:05 PM.
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| TFE Magnus | Feb 11 2009, 07:53 AM Post #2 |
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Negro please.
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Approved, keep in mind guys and gals, you may have three characters in total, with a limit of two canon characters out of that. Do check out the Canon List and consider some stuff before the good characters are taken.
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| Toxin | Feb 11 2009, 05:40 PM Post #3 |
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Haha, wow, I just realized that I typed a veritable essay here. Hope it didn't fry your corneas
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