Polydeuces
Jul 27, 2015 21:46:02 GMT -5
Post by Polydeuces on Jul 27, 2015 21:46:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Polydeuces Chariot
Age & Date of Birth: 21 [ December 1 ]
Gender: Male
Class: Upper Class
Occupation: Florist [ Specializes in white and blue breeds ]
Affiliation: Civilian
Genetic Modifications: [ DNA Splicing - Always seems to have a very faint scent of mint following him. Science has yet to prove if this affects how his kisses or otherwise taste. ;D ]
Unique Tech: Nothing acTUALLY... HE'S SO INNOCENT RIGHT NOW...
Appearance: noot
---Port: Base of his neck, right around the hairline in the center.
Personality: Selfless to a fault, Poly just wants to help, be that by supplying medicine to those less fortunate or otherwise. He can't bring himself to have the same sort of prejudice so many others of his status seem to hold, but perhaps that is due to his history. Disguising his more negative feelings with playful smiles, Poly tries to be the light in others' lives---despite his chipper demeanor, he is all too aware of the dark side of Novus. He rarely (if ever) turns anyone away, and he's always willing to do whatever it takes with a stubborn insistence.
Background: It must have been some sort of fluke. He didn't know how he'd done it. He'd been so complacent growing up, he shouldn't have retained his status in the slightest. But he managed, he somehow didn't fail miserably during his service with the police academy, he miraculously got through the test without being torn from his parents. He wanted to celebrate, he knew his friend would have been the same as him. After all, it was probably her constant nagging and pushing that got him through, anyway, from the time they spent in compulsory service together through the test.
But she wasn't. He remembered the sad smile he was given, the eyes full of words she wouldn't say though she clearly wanted to. She was ripped of her status and he wasn't and that was wrong. He would visit her often--they had been best friends all their lives, she accepted him unconditionally, of course he would--but she seemed to get caught up with the wrong things. She should have held onto the lie, she shouldn't have admitted to him she was involved in the Secret Police. (That had to be what caused this, he couldn't possibly think of anything else.)
One day, she was gone. All of her things, every trace of her presence, was gone, without warning, and he could only assume the worst.
She liked the little things. Dainty, delicate things that could light up a room. So, he started studying flowers. He took up work under an elderly florist, and the business suddenly flourished. He put on a smile and swallowed the pain, stopped himself from actually mourning, she wouldn't want him to be sad.
Currently, he lives alone, but keeps frequent enough contact with his parents as they're only a short walk away. He works closely with the owner of one of the bigger flower shops in the Upper Class sector, often making deliveries or putting together special arrangements. Additionally he is no stranger to the lower classes, and has offered free flowers to those who would have them but lacked the means to purchase them. Any chance he can take to brighten someone else's day, he'll take.
Age & Date of Birth: 21 [ December 1 ]
Gender: Male
Class: Upper Class
Occupation: Florist [ Specializes in white and blue breeds ]
Affiliation: Civilian
Genetic Modifications: [ DNA Splicing - Always seems to have a very faint scent of mint following him. Science has yet to prove if this affects how his kisses or otherwise taste. ;D ]
Unique Tech: Nothing acTUALLY... HE'S SO INNOCENT RIGHT NOW...
Appearance: noot
---Port: Base of his neck, right around the hairline in the center.
Personality: Selfless to a fault, Poly just wants to help, be that by supplying medicine to those less fortunate or otherwise. He can't bring himself to have the same sort of prejudice so many others of his status seem to hold, but perhaps that is due to his history. Disguising his more negative feelings with playful smiles, Poly tries to be the light in others' lives---despite his chipper demeanor, he is all too aware of the dark side of Novus. He rarely (if ever) turns anyone away, and he's always willing to do whatever it takes with a stubborn insistence.
Background: It must have been some sort of fluke. He didn't know how he'd done it. He'd been so complacent growing up, he shouldn't have retained his status in the slightest. But he managed, he somehow didn't fail miserably during his service with the police academy, he miraculously got through the test without being torn from his parents. He wanted to celebrate, he knew his friend would have been the same as him. After all, it was probably her constant nagging and pushing that got him through, anyway, from the time they spent in compulsory service together through the test.
But she wasn't. He remembered the sad smile he was given, the eyes full of words she wouldn't say though she clearly wanted to. She was ripped of her status and he wasn't and that was wrong. He would visit her often--they had been best friends all their lives, she accepted him unconditionally, of course he would--but she seemed to get caught up with the wrong things. She should have held onto the lie, she shouldn't have admitted to him she was involved in the Secret Police. (That had to be what caused this, he couldn't possibly think of anything else.)
One day, she was gone. All of her things, every trace of her presence, was gone, without warning, and he could only assume the worst.
She liked the little things. Dainty, delicate things that could light up a room. So, he started studying flowers. He took up work under an elderly florist, and the business suddenly flourished. He put on a smile and swallowed the pain, stopped himself from actually mourning, she wouldn't want him to be sad.
Currently, he lives alone, but keeps frequent enough contact with his parents as they're only a short walk away. He works closely with the owner of one of the bigger flower shops in the Upper Class sector, often making deliveries or putting together special arrangements. Additionally he is no stranger to the lower classes, and has offered free flowers to those who would have them but lacked the means to purchase them. Any chance he can take to brighten someone else's day, he'll take.
