Post by Roland Demeter on Jun 8, 2009 17:08:08 GMT -5
Name: Roland Demeter.
Age: 20 years (appearance only).
Race: Greek.
Fantasy Race: Angel.
Ethnicity: Greek.
Nationality: Greek.
Economic Class: Very wealthy.
Gender Identity: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Political Belief: Nihilism.
Religious Belief: Manalism.
Organization: Demeter Delicatessen.
Occupation: Business Owner.
Skills:
Verbal charm and seduction
Amazing fine motor control (Roland’s hands never shake)
Painting
Sculpting
Drawing
Modeling
Electronics
Thin metal crafting (i.e. jewelry making)
Weaknesses:
Truly felt compassion for others disgusts Roland to the point of physical illness. He can not tolerate being in the same room with a person who is actively caring for someone else. If forced to stay in such a situation he will become to sick to stand and dry heave regularly in addition to breaking out in an icy sweat. He can not make proper use of his powers when sick like this.
Pure, clean water is caustic to Roland’s poisoned body. Touching clean water reveals him for what he is. Forcing him to drink pure water strips him of any of his powers until he removes the water from his body and for one hour afterwards.
Pure water also washes away any poisons Roland creates. This applies to items he makes as well. A person sickened, infected, or corrupted by Roland’s poison can be cleansed through bathing in and drinking pure water. Pure water, in this case, means unproduced or polluted. Filtered water works as does muddy spring water or deep sea salt water, so long as it is untainted by human pollution.
Powers
Spread the Poison: Roland is able to weave his poisons into his creations, especially into foods. People who touch items Roland has created slowly absorb it through their skin. People who eat poisoned food absorb is as they digest.
Ready is Thirty Minutes of Less: Roland can create any single art piece or food item, regardless of conditions, within one half hour so long as he has some of his gray material nearby.
Always Able: Roland can make most things he needs to create out of the poisons and Gray Zone stuff that his body contains. Before shaped, this material looks like gray ash or mist.
Corrupt Existence: Roland can create simple life forms out of his gray ash and mist. Things such as insects and fish function much as their living counter parts, though they revert to dust when “killed” and can not be used as food directly. He can make reptiles, birds, and mammals as well but these faded slowly first turning gray and then crumbling into ash.
Weapon: Whip.
Appearance:
Roland has the appearance of a pale man of Greece decent, around six feet tall and vey thin. When viewed out of the corner of the eye he resembles a statue craved of white marble given some color by a rather limited artist. When seen properly he is attractive, if pale, and dresses in finery befitting a business owner. He avoids suits, finding them to be inconsistent with his highly artistic image but does use a wide range of clothing combinations. He makes most of his clothes himself, though he goes through great pain to mimic other designers and artists as a mockery of their work. He is particularly fond of furs and will try to work them into an outfit.
Roland’s mortal appearance is a façade he maintains. As an angel he has become corrupted by the gray zone and his own poisonous thoughts and deeds. In his “natural” form he is naked and genderless though he maintains his male identity and his skin is chalk white and smooth as glass. He appears like one of his own art piece, artificial and strange. He is cold to the touch and his three sets of wings have been replaced (by his own hand) with carved feathers of black and purple metal and machinery that clatter and hiss when they move.
Personality:
Roland is soft and sweet, the perfect candy man to peddle arsenic gumdrops and razor blade lollipops. A charmer since his first days, Roland was a muse when first born and well practiced at speaking so that one doesn’t really hear but still obeys. He uses his gift to farther his own ends. Quick to offer treats without price or exchange, Roland tries to come across as a giver of gifts.
He speaks highly of Manalism, the church, and of Father Manala. In truth he is grateful to the god for destroying the other angels and the gods, the act which set Roland free once again, and will happily assist the church upon their request. He even devotes some of his own time to proper worship and production of Manalist goods. He also offers to supply any and all clergy with his goods, personally crafted by his own hand, should they desire. This is, of course, a trap because Roland’s creations are corrupt and poisonous. Roland counters, if asked, that so are priests of Manala who ask instead of taking, so it is a fitting arrangement.
To some people Roland can be unsettling and he knows this. Since his work relies on people wanting him and his goods Roland actively tries to be acceptable to whoever he is speaking with, so long as they are important enough to warrant the effort. This includes dressing as they like and taking their side when asked. Of course he will nearly always defer to the church, Manalism being the largest single power in the world.
Story:
Many years ago Roland was an angel who served as a muse, inspiring artists and writers. He never really cared for it. Even when he could be considered “good” he was selfish and inwardly focused. Roland always wanted those he inspired to create his works, not their own. Eventually other angels took notice and Roland was removed from his tasks.
During the dark times for gods, when Father Manala was killing gods, Roland stayed in the angel’s home, bored and angry, watching as his fellows where killed in the Manalists’ wars. He had long since lost sympathy for them. After all, they had trapped him in one place, forbidden him from his art.
Only when he was one of the last angels did it occur to Roland that he could leave. The others where gone, there was nothing to hold him to the angel home any longer. So he left and went to the world of mortals to seek the ultimate expression of himself.
He found it in Russia: the Gray Zone. When he first found the zone it was small, just the beginning of something so much greater. Roland was overjoyed, he felt happiness unlike anything he’d felt in years. For a time he tried to tend to the force, to encourage it to grow but he found it difficult. While perfect, it was difficult to understand and work with so Roland eventually decided a new tactic was called for.
He got a sack and gathered as much of the tainted materials from around the zone as he could, in the process corrupting himself through closeness and willful contact. When he’d filled the bag he filled another and then another until he couldn’t carry anymore. And then he went out into the world, with his bags of gray.
Eventually settling in Greece Roland resumed his art, using the materials from his bags. He made paint from the plants, and wood from the trees, and forged metals from the stones, and flour from the grass. Everything he made into something else. And then he painted, and he built, and he baked, until he could have opened his own museum and served meals. He sold the art and gave away the food, sending his gray wonders into the world.
And then he went back. His bags where empty, he needed more. But this time he chartered a flight. The pilot didn’t want to, but enough money can buy any man’s soul. So Roland filled more bags, many more bags than before, and went back to Greece again. For years he traveled between Greece and Russian, moving bags of gray and sending it far and wide. The task, eventually, became somewhat larger than Roland could manage on his own. So he started a business. He hired some artists and some cooks, had them use his materials and eat his food until they saw the world as he did.
Roland took a last name, a human identity, and named his business: Demeter Delicatessen, “Fine Food, Fine Art, Fine Life”, which quickly grew larger. As business grew with the rich, Roland began producing lesser goods, small things that the poor could buy. He also began pumping his basic food stuff into Manalist charity food banks. His food tasted like ash but Roland’s poisons tasted like sweet candy.
Demeter Delicatessen, centered in what was once Athens, now controls much of Greece and the surrounding ocean. Roland maintains fields for grains and other basic food items but the food produced is massively subsidized by Roland’s gray materials and poisons which he regularly gathers from Russian (and now Canada). Roland has also expanded his business to produce artistic variants on more mundane goods, such as tables and chairs, which he sells at low prices.
These days Roland can’t make everything himself so the number of poisoned items has dropped off massively. However, gray materials are used in very nearly everything in some percentage or other.
Most recently Roland has begun to explore the option of harvesting materials from the wasteland of America. He is also looking into the possibility of creating more gray zones, specifically within the ruins of America and in southern Argentina.
Age: 20 years (appearance only).
Race: Greek.
Fantasy Race: Angel.
Ethnicity: Greek.
Nationality: Greek.
Economic Class: Very wealthy.
Gender Identity: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Political Belief: Nihilism.
Religious Belief: Manalism.
Organization: Demeter Delicatessen.
Occupation: Business Owner.
Skills:
Verbal charm and seduction
Amazing fine motor control (Roland’s hands never shake)
Painting
Sculpting
Drawing
Modeling
Electronics
Thin metal crafting (i.e. jewelry making)
Weaknesses:
Truly felt compassion for others disgusts Roland to the point of physical illness. He can not tolerate being in the same room with a person who is actively caring for someone else. If forced to stay in such a situation he will become to sick to stand and dry heave regularly in addition to breaking out in an icy sweat. He can not make proper use of his powers when sick like this.
Pure, clean water is caustic to Roland’s poisoned body. Touching clean water reveals him for what he is. Forcing him to drink pure water strips him of any of his powers until he removes the water from his body and for one hour afterwards.
Pure water also washes away any poisons Roland creates. This applies to items he makes as well. A person sickened, infected, or corrupted by Roland’s poison can be cleansed through bathing in and drinking pure water. Pure water, in this case, means unproduced or polluted. Filtered water works as does muddy spring water or deep sea salt water, so long as it is untainted by human pollution.
Powers
Spread the Poison: Roland is able to weave his poisons into his creations, especially into foods. People who touch items Roland has created slowly absorb it through their skin. People who eat poisoned food absorb is as they digest.
Ready is Thirty Minutes of Less: Roland can create any single art piece or food item, regardless of conditions, within one half hour so long as he has some of his gray material nearby.
Always Able: Roland can make most things he needs to create out of the poisons and Gray Zone stuff that his body contains. Before shaped, this material looks like gray ash or mist.
Corrupt Existence: Roland can create simple life forms out of his gray ash and mist. Things such as insects and fish function much as their living counter parts, though they revert to dust when “killed” and can not be used as food directly. He can make reptiles, birds, and mammals as well but these faded slowly first turning gray and then crumbling into ash.
Weapon: Whip.
Appearance:
Roland has the appearance of a pale man of Greece decent, around six feet tall and vey thin. When viewed out of the corner of the eye he resembles a statue craved of white marble given some color by a rather limited artist. When seen properly he is attractive, if pale, and dresses in finery befitting a business owner. He avoids suits, finding them to be inconsistent with his highly artistic image but does use a wide range of clothing combinations. He makes most of his clothes himself, though he goes through great pain to mimic other designers and artists as a mockery of their work. He is particularly fond of furs and will try to work them into an outfit.
Roland’s mortal appearance is a façade he maintains. As an angel he has become corrupted by the gray zone and his own poisonous thoughts and deeds. In his “natural” form he is naked and genderless though he maintains his male identity and his skin is chalk white and smooth as glass. He appears like one of his own art piece, artificial and strange. He is cold to the touch and his three sets of wings have been replaced (by his own hand) with carved feathers of black and purple metal and machinery that clatter and hiss when they move.
Personality:
Roland is soft and sweet, the perfect candy man to peddle arsenic gumdrops and razor blade lollipops. A charmer since his first days, Roland was a muse when first born and well practiced at speaking so that one doesn’t really hear but still obeys. He uses his gift to farther his own ends. Quick to offer treats without price or exchange, Roland tries to come across as a giver of gifts.
He speaks highly of Manalism, the church, and of Father Manala. In truth he is grateful to the god for destroying the other angels and the gods, the act which set Roland free once again, and will happily assist the church upon their request. He even devotes some of his own time to proper worship and production of Manalist goods. He also offers to supply any and all clergy with his goods, personally crafted by his own hand, should they desire. This is, of course, a trap because Roland’s creations are corrupt and poisonous. Roland counters, if asked, that so are priests of Manala who ask instead of taking, so it is a fitting arrangement.
To some people Roland can be unsettling and he knows this. Since his work relies on people wanting him and his goods Roland actively tries to be acceptable to whoever he is speaking with, so long as they are important enough to warrant the effort. This includes dressing as they like and taking their side when asked. Of course he will nearly always defer to the church, Manalism being the largest single power in the world.
Story:
Many years ago Roland was an angel who served as a muse, inspiring artists and writers. He never really cared for it. Even when he could be considered “good” he was selfish and inwardly focused. Roland always wanted those he inspired to create his works, not their own. Eventually other angels took notice and Roland was removed from his tasks.
During the dark times for gods, when Father Manala was killing gods, Roland stayed in the angel’s home, bored and angry, watching as his fellows where killed in the Manalists’ wars. He had long since lost sympathy for them. After all, they had trapped him in one place, forbidden him from his art.
Only when he was one of the last angels did it occur to Roland that he could leave. The others where gone, there was nothing to hold him to the angel home any longer. So he left and went to the world of mortals to seek the ultimate expression of himself.
He found it in Russia: the Gray Zone. When he first found the zone it was small, just the beginning of something so much greater. Roland was overjoyed, he felt happiness unlike anything he’d felt in years. For a time he tried to tend to the force, to encourage it to grow but he found it difficult. While perfect, it was difficult to understand and work with so Roland eventually decided a new tactic was called for.
He got a sack and gathered as much of the tainted materials from around the zone as he could, in the process corrupting himself through closeness and willful contact. When he’d filled the bag he filled another and then another until he couldn’t carry anymore. And then he went out into the world, with his bags of gray.
Eventually settling in Greece Roland resumed his art, using the materials from his bags. He made paint from the plants, and wood from the trees, and forged metals from the stones, and flour from the grass. Everything he made into something else. And then he painted, and he built, and he baked, until he could have opened his own museum and served meals. He sold the art and gave away the food, sending his gray wonders into the world.
And then he went back. His bags where empty, he needed more. But this time he chartered a flight. The pilot didn’t want to, but enough money can buy any man’s soul. So Roland filled more bags, many more bags than before, and went back to Greece again. For years he traveled between Greece and Russian, moving bags of gray and sending it far and wide. The task, eventually, became somewhat larger than Roland could manage on his own. So he started a business. He hired some artists and some cooks, had them use his materials and eat his food until they saw the world as he did.
Roland took a last name, a human identity, and named his business: Demeter Delicatessen, “Fine Food, Fine Art, Fine Life”, which quickly grew larger. As business grew with the rich, Roland began producing lesser goods, small things that the poor could buy. He also began pumping his basic food stuff into Manalist charity food banks. His food tasted like ash but Roland’s poisons tasted like sweet candy.
Demeter Delicatessen, centered in what was once Athens, now controls much of Greece and the surrounding ocean. Roland maintains fields for grains and other basic food items but the food produced is massively subsidized by Roland’s gray materials and poisons which he regularly gathers from Russian (and now Canada). Roland has also expanded his business to produce artistic variants on more mundane goods, such as tables and chairs, which he sells at low prices.
These days Roland can’t make everything himself so the number of poisoned items has dropped off massively. However, gray materials are used in very nearly everything in some percentage or other.
Most recently Roland has begun to explore the option of harvesting materials from the wasteland of America. He is also looking into the possibility of creating more gray zones, specifically within the ruins of America and in southern Argentina.
