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Privera Leo Davis
Fri Feb 21, 2020 12:31 pm Privera Leo Davis
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Pocket Change | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Privera
Middle Name/Initial: Leo
Last Name: Davis
Epithet: “Harsh Cough”
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Profession: Serf (former) | Scribe/Secretary (former) | Marine
Physical Appearance
Height: 3’7”
Weight: 63 lb
Hair Style: Short uneven cut
Hair Color: Greying Black
Eye Color: Grey
Scars: Various marks across back, most notable scar is on the face across the right cheek.
Clothing and Accessories: Privera wears a large white and blue cloak in a style reminiscent of what a monk or priest might wear made out of a very lightweight material, it has clearly been patched in multiple areas. His robe is held on him by a large collar-like construction of his own making which partially covers his face. The hole in the collar is specifically big enough for him to pull off the whole outfit with only minor difficulty, so… don’t worry about that.
Underneath his collar-thing Privera wears a white cloth mask with the words “Tired?” displayed on it in blue, though he also has masks which instead say “Be Alive”, “REGULAR”, and of course “MARINES”.
Under the cloak Primavera wears a bog-standard marine soldier outfit with long sleeves and long pants, along with which he wears a pair of black opera gloves.
Description: A very slight-looking boy, Privera clearly suffers from some level of stunted growth. He is rather pale for someone who spends so much time in the sun, mostly because he covers up pretty much his entire body with clothes at all times.
His eyes seem to always be slightly squinted as if he is always trying to focus on something just a bit out of sight and feature prominent sleep bags beneath. His hair has a few grey strands, though it’s not totally clear what exactly caused his hair to prematurely grey. He is saved from being confused with old men by his young skin and voice.
The Past
Main Traits: Standoffish, Sickly, Awkward, Talkative, Loyal, Vindictive.
Likes: Power Trips, Polka and Ska music, Blood, Meaty Food, Fighting, Following the letter of orders while ignoring the spirit in favor of his own, Paperwork, “Acceptable Casualties”.
Dislikes: Sweet Food, Crippling Attacks, Puppetry, Slavery (Though serfdom is somehow just fine), Thunderstorms.
Unique laugh: “heuehue- [loud continuous coughing]”
Hometown: Mogimogimogimogi island, Mogimogi town.
Personality: Privera is a sort of indecisive person, he’s always unsure of how to proceed but at the very least when he does push past his indecision to choose a way forward he will stand by his decision. He’s not indecisive because he has a hard way deciding, he’s indecisive because he wants to make sure the path he chooses is the right one for him and his. It might stem from a sort of perfectionism that clouds the boys thought process demanding that he use all that he can as efficiently as possible, not to the point where he could need special help or get in the way of his job but enough that a good portion of his sentences begin with “Um”, “Uh” and thoughtful hums or grunts.
Privera takes his job extremely seriously but has trouble reading other people's intentions, and as such he often is forced to leap to assumptions of people based on the base moral value of their actions.
He finds a unique humor in threatening people with ridiculously over-the-top punishments like being banished to the moon or frozen in stone.
All of Privera’s qualms tend to jump out the window when he’s excited. He becomes increasingly impulsive and prone to making snap judgments, a dangerous quality to have in any level of law enforcement. Combat tends to easily send Privera into a sort of “positive feedback loop” of excitement, plans and morality are quickly abandoned in favor of using whatever he has at his disposal to launch himself and/or other ballistics such as bullets at whatever “bad guys” he is dealing with.
Privera, despite being “mature” for his age essentially follows a sort of “Childish Justice”, with a deathly twist. He calls it “Chilled-ish Justice”.
- If I see you doing something bad you get punished.
- If I’m told by a friend that you’re a bad guy then you’re getting punished.
- My side is the good guys as long as I think they are.
- If I decide I don’t like you then you’re a bad guy.
- If it’ll take out more bad guys than good guys, do it.
Despite making up his own little brand of justice (“The admirals have their own justices, so I should too!” being his reasoning.) The thing Privera loves most about having a job with the marines is having an actual paycheck with money and access to actual banks. He’s got a bit of a gold-sickness thing that takes 2nd priority to all his other convictions… but in the event that nothing else is standing in the way Privera is rather likely to go for the “Money” option.
- History:
Privera was born to a pair of destitute parents who worked as serfs to the local nobility on his home island of M.M.M.M. and reached a grand old age of 8 before the defining event of his youth: the rebellion.
Now, before this he had managed to somehow con his way into a sort of scribe position for his local lord, he had taught himself to read and write and found a genuine joy like no other from simply putting pen or pencil to paper and as such was uniquely suited to his job, and as such was in a prime position to learn that the nobles were planning a rebellion against the world government. The reasoning of the nobles was dense and hard to understand, but eventually it boiled down to the fact that they could have Serfs and Servants but not Slaves… well, they could have slaves but they couldn’t do it openly and legally.
Turns out they were willing to put a lot on the line when it came to transitioning from barely paying their workers to not paying them at all.
The rebellion was disastrous and resulted in an impressive loss of life, it is also what spurred the kid to join the marines (and permanently tainted his image of rebellions). Even though they wouldn’t let him join at such a young age he pushed himself until he was half dead to get to a point where they basically couldn’t refuse him lest they lose access to a young kid with a bit of actual talent.
He worked hard at his home base and managed to get himself to where he is today, finally shipped off to the ocean to serve at sea and on foreign islands.
Francis
[tracker=/t1376-francis-charlemagne#7655]
Name : Francis Charlemagne
Epithet : "The Golden Ogre of Tequila Wolf"
Age : 28
Height : 6'1" (186 cm)
Weight : 198 lbs (90 kg)
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Marines
World Position : Rear Admiral
Crew : 69th Battalion
Ship : SSS Méricour
Marine Rank : Rear Admiral
Crew Role : Fleet Commander
Income Bonus : +0.10
Balance : [bel] 120,050,000
[[baneoftheweak]][[freakofnature]][[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 106
Re: Privera Leo Davis
Fri Feb 21, 2020 7:06 pmI approve of this Chilled-ish Justice solely because of the pun.
Privera Davis wrote:Privera Leo Davis
Basic Character Information
Starting Bonus: Pocket Change | [Starting Bonus Roll]
First Name: Privera
Middle Name/Initial: Leo
Last Name: Davis
Epithet: “Harsh Cough”
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Marine
Profession: Serf (former) | Scribe/Secretary (former) | Marine
Physical Appearance
Height: 3’7”
Weight: 63 lb
Hair Style: Short uneven cut
Hair Color: Greying Black
Eye Color: Grey
Scars: Various marks across back, most notable scar is on the face across the right cheek.
Clothing and Accessories: Privera wears a large white and blue cloak in a style reminiscent of what a monk or priest might wear made out of a very lightweight material, it has clearly been patched in multiple areas. His robe is held on him by a large collar-like construction of his own making which partially covers his face. The hole in the collar is specifically big enough for him to pull off the whole outfit with only minor difficulty, so… don’t worry about that.
Underneath his collar-thing Privera wears a white cloth mask with the words “Tired?” displayed on it in blue, though he also has masks which instead say “Be Alive”, “REGULAR”, and of course “MARINES”.
Under the cloak Primavera wears a bog-standard marine soldier outfit with long sleeves and long pants, along with which he wears a pair of black opera gloves.
Description: A very slight-looking boy, Privera clearly suffers from some level of stunted growth. He is rather pale for someone who spends so much time in the sun, mostly because he covers up pretty much his entire body with clothes at all times.
His eyes seem to always be slightly squinted as if he is always trying to focus on something just a bit out of sight and feature prominent sleep bags beneath. His hair has a few grey strands, though it’s not totally clear what exactly caused his hair to prematurely grey. He is saved from being confused with old men by his young skin and voice.
The Past
Main Traits: Standoffish, Sickly, Awkward, Talkative, Loyal, Vindictive.
Likes: Power Trips, Polka and Ska music, Blood, Meaty Food, Fighting, Following the letter of orders while ignoring the spirit in favor of his own, Paperwork, “Acceptable Casualties”.
Dislikes: Sweet Food, Crippling Attacks, Puppetry, Slavery (Though serfdom is somehow just fine), Thunderstorms.
Unique laugh: “heuehue- [loud continuous coughing]”
Hometown: Mogimogimogimogi island, Mogimogi town.
Personality: Privera is a sort of indecisive person, he’s always unsure of how to proceed but at the very least when he does push past his indecision to choose a way forward he will stand by his decision. He’s not indecisive because he has a hard way deciding, he’s indecisive because he wants to make sure the path he chooses is the right one for him and his. It might stem from a sort of perfectionism that clouds the boys thought process demanding that he use all that he can as efficiently as possible, not to the point where he could need special help or get in the way of his job but enough that a good portion of his sentences begin with “Um”, “Uh” and thoughtful hums or grunts.
Privera takes his job extremely seriously but has trouble reading other people's intentions, and as such he often is forced to leap to assumptions of people based on the base moral value of their actions.
He finds a unique humor in threatening people with ridiculously over-the-top punishments like being banished to the moon or frozen in stone.
All of Privera’s qualms tend to jump out the window when he’s excited. He becomes increasingly impulsive and prone to making snap judgments, a dangerous quality to have in any level of law enforcement. Combat tends to easily send Privera into a sort of “positive feedback loop” of excitement, plans and morality are quickly abandoned in favor of using whatever he has at his disposal to launch himself and/or other ballistics such as bullets at whatever “bad guys” he is dealing with.
Privera, despite being “mature” for his age essentially follows a sort of “Childish Justice”, with a deathly twist. He calls it “Chilled-ish Justice”.
- If I see you doing something bad you get punished.
- If I’m told by a friend that you’re a bad guy then you’re getting punished.
- My side is the good guys as long as I think they are.
- If I decide I don’t like you then you’re a bad guy.
- If it’ll take out more bad guys than good guys, do it.
Despite making up his own little brand of justice (“The admirals have their own justices, so I should too!” being his reasoning.) The thing Privera loves most about having a job with the marines is having an actual paycheck with money and access to actual banks. He’s got a bit of a gold-sickness thing that takes 2nd priority to all his other convictions… but in the event that nothing else is standing in the way Privera is rather likely to go for the “Money” option.
- History:
Privera was born to a pair of destitute parents who worked as serfs to the local nobility on his home island of M.M.M.M. and reached a grand old age of 8 before the defining event of his youth: the rebellion.
Now, before this he had managed to somehow con his way into a sort of scribe position for his local lord, he had taught himself to read and write and found a genuine joy like no other from simply putting pen or pencil to paper and as such was uniquely suited to his job, and as such was in a prime position to learn that the nobles were planning a rebellion against the world government. The reasoning of the nobles was dense and hard to understand, but eventually it boiled down to the fact that they could have Serfs and Servants but not Slaves… well, they could have slaves but they couldn’t do it openly and legally.
Turns out they were willing to put a lot on the line when it came to transitioning from barely paying their workers to not paying them at all.
The rebellion was disastrous and resulted in an impressive loss of life, it is also what spurred the kid to join the marines (and permanently tainted his image of rebellions). Even though they wouldn’t let him join at such a young age he pushed himself until he was half dead to get to a point where they basically couldn’t refuse him lest they lose access to a young kid with a bit of actual talent.
He worked hard at his home base and managed to get himself to where he is today, finally shipped off to the ocean to serve at sea and on foreign islands.
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