Dorian Gorgan
Nov 22, 2015 20:31:24 GMT -5
Post by dorian on Nov 22, 2015 20:31:24 GMT -5
Full Name: Dorian Gorgan
Age & Date of Birth: 26 | November 4 | Scorpio
Gender: Male
Class: Middle Class
Occupation: Accountant
Affiliation: Civilian ???
Genetic Modifications:I have no idea
Unique Tech: idk???
Appearance: [ x ]
Personality: passionate, ambitious, suspicious, defiant, individualist. sometimes vindictive.
an intense person, Dorian is incredibly determined to do himself right after fucking himself up as an adolescent. Passionate to what he wants to do, his whims are various and prone to change. He works constantly, though he trusts no one. He's wary and often twitchy of constant surveillance, dislikes the way their world works and how the class system is built. But he knows the only way to change anything is through careful planning. Patience isn't something that comes naturally to him, but for the things that matter, he can be. He wants to accomplish great things, and has a presence to himself. Of course, he does indulge in certain flair to make himself stand out, but that's just to be expected.
He thinks of himself as an individualist and questions traditions. He's not afraid to indulge in darker aspects of life if need be, or wouldn't be afraid to, if she had to. That said, he values truth and honesty, and finds pretentiousness irritating. He thinks of everyone as equals, but because of his indulgences, he's normally thought of as relatively harmless. Prone to moodiness and dark days because of the withdrawals he always suffers, his imagination often seeps into paranoia. This makes it difficult for him to form attachments with anybody, and he has yet to form personal attachments.
Background: Dorian was born to two Upper class citizens, an accountant and his wife; a member of the secret police. Though his father's just an accountant, albeit a very successful one, she pulled strings to make sure they could live together. This favor lasted until she was killed in action when Dorian was just thirteen. Never one to lose chance, Dorian's father spent Dorian's youth developing his firm into a larger company, and thus was rarely present in Dorian's life. As an adolescent, he often acted out, taking advantage of the good fortune of the upper class. At odds with his father after his mother died when he wouldn't take action against villains or the like, Dorian began overindulging in magic with friends and going around causing all sorts of trouble simply because his father wouldn't like it. To make things worse for himself, and with classic adolescent stubbornness, Dorian threw the test to get back at his father and got dropped down to the slums.
Of course, this only made things worse for himself, and his overindulgence in magic only brought severe addiction with it.
Prior to this, the magic he'd indulged in had been clean, store bought and always chemically perfect. But in the slums there aren't exactly quality checks, and Dorian never thought to take more care. As a result, his romps through the dark with groups of friends to vandalize became a necessity. Dorian never wanted to think too hard about how little or how much what he did mattered. Of course he was taught to always be proper, to always take in moderation, but the lessons that should have tempered him only made him grow vindictive.
It was truly only a matter of time before he burnt out, though he managed to last a year in the slums before that happened. But acid magic isn't kind, and before long muscles that should have been spry began to tear, and bones turned brittle. But the worst was the fateful night when he got into a fight with a back alley scavenger group and they ended up tossing the contents of an acid flask in his face. The poison burned through the lower half of his face, and neck where it made contact, and to his horror began to spread. Unable to call for help, he lay there in the alleyway waiting for death.
That was when an old co-worker of his mother found and saved him, and brought him to his father's. Many old favors were placed and bribes exchanged to save Dorian's life, but when he woke from a medically-induced slumber he had a new face, new skin, and a body no longer hampered by real bones, but carbon fiber bones. The costs were hushed up, but it was enough. It would be nice to say that Dorian made up with his father and all went on their way, but it isn't quite so. Favors were used up to save his life, and for the first time in his life, Dorian had to make his own way. Though he had to go back to the slums, he was carefully monitored and kept away from all magic -- no small feat with the painful withdrawals, which continue to this day. In order to keep from indulging and ruining himself again, Dorian retook the test and passed to the middle class.
Age & Date of Birth: 26 | November 4 | Scorpio
Gender: Male
Class: Middle Class
Occupation: Accountant
Affiliation: Civilian ???
Genetic Modifications:
- Carbon fiber bones: the main bones in the upper half of his body, his legs, hips, and arms have been exchanged with carbon fiber. His body is lighter, but fragile. Undoctored bones are brittle.
- Facial mask Prosthetic: Poison ate away at the skin, muscles, and bones structure of his face and neck, making a prosthetic necessary. His father had one created that was molded after his old face, something which Dorian replaced soon enough to look like a synthetic mask. It wraps around the base of his skull and is made of sterner stuff than the average prosthetic.
- Green hair modification: a genetic modification inherited from his mother.
Unique Tech: idk???
Appearance: [ x ]
Personality: passionate, ambitious, suspicious, defiant, individualist. sometimes vindictive.
an intense person, Dorian is incredibly determined to do himself right after fucking himself up as an adolescent. Passionate to what he wants to do, his whims are various and prone to change. He works constantly, though he trusts no one. He's wary and often twitchy of constant surveillance, dislikes the way their world works and how the class system is built. But he knows the only way to change anything is through careful planning. Patience isn't something that comes naturally to him, but for the things that matter, he can be. He wants to accomplish great things, and has a presence to himself. Of course, he does indulge in certain flair to make himself stand out, but that's just to be expected.
He thinks of himself as an individualist and questions traditions. He's not afraid to indulge in darker aspects of life if need be, or wouldn't be afraid to, if she had to. That said, he values truth and honesty, and finds pretentiousness irritating. He thinks of everyone as equals, but because of his indulgences, he's normally thought of as relatively harmless. Prone to moodiness and dark days because of the withdrawals he always suffers, his imagination often seeps into paranoia. This makes it difficult for him to form attachments with anybody, and he has yet to form personal attachments.
Background: Dorian was born to two Upper class citizens, an accountant and his wife; a member of the secret police. Though his father's just an accountant, albeit a very successful one, she pulled strings to make sure they could live together. This favor lasted until she was killed in action when Dorian was just thirteen. Never one to lose chance, Dorian's father spent Dorian's youth developing his firm into a larger company, and thus was rarely present in Dorian's life. As an adolescent, he often acted out, taking advantage of the good fortune of the upper class. At odds with his father after his mother died when he wouldn't take action against villains or the like, Dorian began overindulging in magic with friends and going around causing all sorts of trouble simply because his father wouldn't like it. To make things worse for himself, and with classic adolescent stubbornness, Dorian threw the test to get back at his father and got dropped down to the slums.
Of course, this only made things worse for himself, and his overindulgence in magic only brought severe addiction with it.
Prior to this, the magic he'd indulged in had been clean, store bought and always chemically perfect. But in the slums there aren't exactly quality checks, and Dorian never thought to take more care. As a result, his romps through the dark with groups of friends to vandalize became a necessity. Dorian never wanted to think too hard about how little or how much what he did mattered. Of course he was taught to always be proper, to always take in moderation, but the lessons that should have tempered him only made him grow vindictive.
It was truly only a matter of time before he burnt out, though he managed to last a year in the slums before that happened. But acid magic isn't kind, and before long muscles that should have been spry began to tear, and bones turned brittle. But the worst was the fateful night when he got into a fight with a back alley scavenger group and they ended up tossing the contents of an acid flask in his face. The poison burned through the lower half of his face, and neck where it made contact, and to his horror began to spread. Unable to call for help, he lay there in the alleyway waiting for death.
That was when an old co-worker of his mother found and saved him, and brought him to his father's. Many old favors were placed and bribes exchanged to save Dorian's life, but when he woke from a medically-induced slumber he had a new face, new skin, and a body no longer hampered by real bones, but carbon fiber bones. The costs were hushed up, but it was enough. It would be nice to say that Dorian made up with his father and all went on their way, but it isn't quite so. Favors were used up to save his life, and for the first time in his life, Dorian had to make his own way. Though he had to go back to the slums, he was carefully monitored and kept away from all magic -- no small feat with the painful withdrawals, which continue to this day. In order to keep from indulging and ruining himself again, Dorian retook the test and passed to the middle class.