Post by syringeofhell on Jan 30, 2012 0:52:43 GMT 9.5
Warning - great big herd of teal deer ahead.
First Name: Sergei
Middle Name: Johannes
Surname: Kaelle
Gender: Male
Alias: Goes by a variety of names. Most commonly Sergei, but also Sascha Richter or Volker Drasche.
Age: Looks in his mid- to late-thirties. Is actually around 48 (and is dead).
Birthday: 11th November
Marital Status: Single.
Occupation: Priest of Pteryon, somewhat. More of a retainer.
Celebrity: He doesn't look like a celebrity. If you can find a small, smelly celebrity with a snout full of razor sharp teeth, I commend you.
Power/Supernatural: Dead small, once human.
Info: syringeofhell.deviantart.com/#/d4jwer8 For more info on Smalls.
Sergei is actually a Small, a type of monster. He is also dead. In order to have the ability to return to life, he had to pray to the patron god of Smalls, Pteryon (looks like a tree with a deer skull on), who turned him into a Small and one of his servants. Although the same shape as a natural Small, he is blessed with retaining human intelligence, thankfully. However, his brain is pretty much going haywire, stuck in his new body. He disguises himself as human a lot of the time, but the stink of decomposing flesh that follows him is very telling. Pteryon gave him the ability to 'pull' small things he owns out of the air as well. Which is very useful for a smoker and drug addict who also uses knives as part of his day to day business.
Looks: Sergei is only 5'7" and slim. If one saw how he looked when he died aged 48, they'd see a painfully skinny man, hair coming out in clumps and teeth loose in his mouth (hooray, drug addiction). As it is, he uses an illusion to make himself look normal-ish. He has blond hair and blue eyes, pale skin, sunken in eyes, and is very handsome in an older man way. He actually has an eye missing, as he got into an argument with someone more powerful than him when he died. It leaks black stuff which isn't exactly blood sometimes, so he hides that with magic. As a small, he looks like any number of them - he has hair (although it is lank and thin in this form), and a beady black eye. A lot of the time he keeps his teeth bared, and his tail is kinked in placed from being broken, thanks to doors.
Likes: He likes many things, most considered unsavoury by most folks. Foremost, Sergei is a drug addict. His poison of choice is called Neurospeed, and he takes it intravenously. His left arm is covered in trackmarks on the inside, and the inside of the elbow is getting eaten away at by neurospeed cut with other things. He also enjoys drinking - his favourite drink being whisky. Unashamedly, he loves the affections of good looking young men and women, partly because he's a nasty litle pervert, partly because it's a good ego trip for him. Sergei enjoys reading, particularly rubbishy thrillers, but is no good at writing. He can play the piano, and although he hasn't had much of a chance to play recently, he'd love to. His favourite genre of music is drone metal. Despite being somewhat unorthodox, he also enjoys the finer things in life and adores people doting on him hand and foot.
Dislikes: Most of all, Sergei detests rudeness. It really does upset him, and a lot of people have been bitten, clawed or had spiteful words spat at them because they didn't address him correctly or speak politely enough. He'll tolerate it from people he likes, but not strangers. He hates ugliness in all things, and has somewhat deluded himself into thinking his monster form is beautiful. He will not stand being around ugly people and will make a huge fuss. He doesn't like people who make a fuss about his true appearance or what he has to eat to remain healthy. He's surprisingly catty, and will often be left pertubed by people who are equally as passive aggressive and (to be frank) bitchy. He hates people asking lots of questions and going through his stuff, and will actually get incredibly worked up over this.
Personality: Sergei is superficially kind. He does enjoy being nice to people, but only for his own ends and means. He can be generous without reasons behind it, however. He seems to have trouble empathising, and links everything back to himself. If he upsets someone, he might feel sorry for it, but will ruin it all by saying, "Well, it wouldn't bother me". His ego is the size of the Sun, and needs to be constantly fed as such. He adores people telling him how wonderful he is, and if other people won't do it, he'll tell everyone else instead. He's also very arrogant, and can apparently create drama out of nothing.
Despite this, he is actually a very intelligent and logically minded man when it comes to planning, and does learn to care for people pretty easily. He enjoys making friends, and it's probably good to have him on your side. People get along with him easily, as he's very charming and good at sweet talking people. He's a secret control freak and deeply enjoys it when people do as they are told. He's paranoid of the intentions of others, which is why he loves demonstrating his dominance over others - so they don't have a chance to try and off him.
Fashion Sense: For such an odd man, he actually dresses pretty boringly, lol. He has a rabbit-fur lined leather coat that he wears a lot to keep warm and also because it's similar to what he wore leading the campaign in Arkhangelsk. The other constants are tall, lace-up boots. Apart from that, one can normally find him in a white button down shirt and jeans. He's really quite boring, ahah. He also has a pair of darkglasses which he will wear if his eye is acting up.
Strengths: Intelligent, charming, socialises with ease, caring, protective.
Flaws: Egotistic, vain, short tempered, manipulative, control freak, arrogant.
Family: Dr. Annemarie Kaelle (nee Weiss) and Gen. Raban Kaelle, parents. Gen. Johannes Kalle, ret. Grandfather. As a child with very busy parents who pushed him very hard in life, young Sergei found solace in his grandpa. Johannes was a kind man despite his austere appearance. A military incident left him blinded, deaf and lame on one side, and he had to use a stick. Johannes doted on his little grandson, and often told his son (Raban) not to push him too hard. Johannes died of a stroke aged 68 when Sergei was only 11. His own parents died later into his teenage liffe (when he was 18). His father was killed by an assassin, and his mother (a surgeon with a weak heart) died of a heart attack when she heard. Sergei apparently showed little care when he heard, pushing along with school instead. However, when his grandpa died, the boy was heartbroken.
Other Significant People: Sergei has many friends, very few of them are close. His best friend is a surgeon called Dr. Inke Kaarto. They were close in life, as she made and fitted his biomechanical arm. They know each other in death as well, although they do argue a lot. He doesn't have any particular workmates, and doesn't actually know other retainers of Pteryon. He woud likely be jealous if he did meet them, or just lord over them.
Bio: Sergei was born some time in the future into the UCEA (seriously, PM for details because it's too big to expand on here). He was sent to an academy/secondary school to train to be a Hunter officer at age 11 (Hunters are a paramilitary organisation ... think Hitler's SS or possibly the Soviet Internal Troops). He came out a First Lieutenant on graduation, and ended up Captain of an anti-terrorism division in England, the Bladed Wings. He was caught and tortured by anarchists at age 25, and this impacted him badly – he rapidly lost weight and musculature, lost an arm (he has a biomechanical replacement), and became very skittish for a few years after. He still is, deep down.
He rose through the ranks and became a Colonel when he recovered, and found a large group of people that found the UCEA's current leader too moderate. Through Machiavellian tactics, he found himself at the head of that group, gaining many allies. After a few years of planning, they staged a coup d'etat, with Sergei as the new leader, taking on the title of General. Although keeping a cool front as a leader, he was frantic beneath that, keeping his cool only by taking Neurospeed.
He performed well as leader, particularly during the Siege of Arkhangelsk during the attempted Arkho-Russo split. The more problems piled on him, the iller he got, the more addicted to Neurospeed he got. One afternoon, he was shot by an American-allied sniper whilst making himself coffee. Poor Sergei was skin and bones, and they had to kill a lookalike to be Sergei lying in state.
In the afterlife, Sergei became lucid enough to be horrified that he was
a) ugly
and
b) dead
(his priorities are delightfully messed up).
As such, he prayed to a god called Pteryon for his appearance and life back again. Pteryon granted him this, also turning him into a Small. He must eat some human flesh every few days to retain his health and abilities. He goes around the land of the living, convincing lonely people to follow Pteryon, sacrificing others, and generally just being stuck up and awful. Whatever his god requires of him. He goes to many different time periods, but seems to enjoy the 2010s best.
Skills and Hobbies: Sergei is an excellent marksman, thanks to his military background. He's also become more skilled in recent years with knives and his own sharp claws and fang-filled maw. He likes reading, playing the piano, walks in the woods and would love to learn to play the violin. However, he doesn't really have the time. He's good with people. He's also skilled at being a smelly little man.
If you are curious, this is what he looks like:
i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt145/bio-mechanic/sergeiogod.jpg As a monster. By my friend.
i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt145/bio-mechanic/Photoon2011-11-17at1623.jpg As a human. With a haircut xD Also by my friend!
fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/058/c/5/a_psychotic_murderous_bisexual_by_demonroni-d3aidvu.png Picture by another friend!
First Name: Sergei
Middle Name: Johannes
Surname: Kaelle
Gender: Male
Alias: Goes by a variety of names. Most commonly Sergei, but also Sascha Richter or Volker Drasche.
Age: Looks in his mid- to late-thirties. Is actually around 48 (and is dead).
Birthday: 11th November
Marital Status: Single.
Occupation: Priest of Pteryon, somewhat. More of a retainer.
Celebrity: He doesn't look like a celebrity. If you can find a small, smelly celebrity with a snout full of razor sharp teeth, I commend you.
Power/Supernatural: Dead small, once human.
Info: syringeofhell.deviantart.com/#/d4jwer8 For more info on Smalls.
Sergei is actually a Small, a type of monster. He is also dead. In order to have the ability to return to life, he had to pray to the patron god of Smalls, Pteryon (looks like a tree with a deer skull on), who turned him into a Small and one of his servants. Although the same shape as a natural Small, he is blessed with retaining human intelligence, thankfully. However, his brain is pretty much going haywire, stuck in his new body. He disguises himself as human a lot of the time, but the stink of decomposing flesh that follows him is very telling. Pteryon gave him the ability to 'pull' small things he owns out of the air as well. Which is very useful for a smoker and drug addict who also uses knives as part of his day to day business.
Looks: Sergei is only 5'7" and slim. If one saw how he looked when he died aged 48, they'd see a painfully skinny man, hair coming out in clumps and teeth loose in his mouth (hooray, drug addiction). As it is, he uses an illusion to make himself look normal-ish. He has blond hair and blue eyes, pale skin, sunken in eyes, and is very handsome in an older man way. He actually has an eye missing, as he got into an argument with someone more powerful than him when he died. It leaks black stuff which isn't exactly blood sometimes, so he hides that with magic. As a small, he looks like any number of them - he has hair (although it is lank and thin in this form), and a beady black eye. A lot of the time he keeps his teeth bared, and his tail is kinked in placed from being broken, thanks to doors.
Likes: He likes many things, most considered unsavoury by most folks. Foremost, Sergei is a drug addict. His poison of choice is called Neurospeed, and he takes it intravenously. His left arm is covered in trackmarks on the inside, and the inside of the elbow is getting eaten away at by neurospeed cut with other things. He also enjoys drinking - his favourite drink being whisky. Unashamedly, he loves the affections of good looking young men and women, partly because he's a nasty litle pervert, partly because it's a good ego trip for him. Sergei enjoys reading, particularly rubbishy thrillers, but is no good at writing. He can play the piano, and although he hasn't had much of a chance to play recently, he'd love to. His favourite genre of music is drone metal. Despite being somewhat unorthodox, he also enjoys the finer things in life and adores people doting on him hand and foot.
Dislikes: Most of all, Sergei detests rudeness. It really does upset him, and a lot of people have been bitten, clawed or had spiteful words spat at them because they didn't address him correctly or speak politely enough. He'll tolerate it from people he likes, but not strangers. He hates ugliness in all things, and has somewhat deluded himself into thinking his monster form is beautiful. He will not stand being around ugly people and will make a huge fuss. He doesn't like people who make a fuss about his true appearance or what he has to eat to remain healthy. He's surprisingly catty, and will often be left pertubed by people who are equally as passive aggressive and (to be frank) bitchy. He hates people asking lots of questions and going through his stuff, and will actually get incredibly worked up over this.
Personality: Sergei is superficially kind. He does enjoy being nice to people, but only for his own ends and means. He can be generous without reasons behind it, however. He seems to have trouble empathising, and links everything back to himself. If he upsets someone, he might feel sorry for it, but will ruin it all by saying, "Well, it wouldn't bother me". His ego is the size of the Sun, and needs to be constantly fed as such. He adores people telling him how wonderful he is, and if other people won't do it, he'll tell everyone else instead. He's also very arrogant, and can apparently create drama out of nothing.
Despite this, he is actually a very intelligent and logically minded man when it comes to planning, and does learn to care for people pretty easily. He enjoys making friends, and it's probably good to have him on your side. People get along with him easily, as he's very charming and good at sweet talking people. He's a secret control freak and deeply enjoys it when people do as they are told. He's paranoid of the intentions of others, which is why he loves demonstrating his dominance over others - so they don't have a chance to try and off him.
Fashion Sense: For such an odd man, he actually dresses pretty boringly, lol. He has a rabbit-fur lined leather coat that he wears a lot to keep warm and also because it's similar to what he wore leading the campaign in Arkhangelsk. The other constants are tall, lace-up boots. Apart from that, one can normally find him in a white button down shirt and jeans. He's really quite boring, ahah. He also has a pair of darkglasses which he will wear if his eye is acting up.
Strengths: Intelligent, charming, socialises with ease, caring, protective.
Flaws: Egotistic, vain, short tempered, manipulative, control freak, arrogant.
Family: Dr. Annemarie Kaelle (nee Weiss) and Gen. Raban Kaelle, parents. Gen. Johannes Kalle, ret. Grandfather. As a child with very busy parents who pushed him very hard in life, young Sergei found solace in his grandpa. Johannes was a kind man despite his austere appearance. A military incident left him blinded, deaf and lame on one side, and he had to use a stick. Johannes doted on his little grandson, and often told his son (Raban) not to push him too hard. Johannes died of a stroke aged 68 when Sergei was only 11. His own parents died later into his teenage liffe (when he was 18). His father was killed by an assassin, and his mother (a surgeon with a weak heart) died of a heart attack when she heard. Sergei apparently showed little care when he heard, pushing along with school instead. However, when his grandpa died, the boy was heartbroken.
Other Significant People: Sergei has many friends, very few of them are close. His best friend is a surgeon called Dr. Inke Kaarto. They were close in life, as she made and fitted his biomechanical arm. They know each other in death as well, although they do argue a lot. He doesn't have any particular workmates, and doesn't actually know other retainers of Pteryon. He woud likely be jealous if he did meet them, or just lord over them.
Bio: Sergei was born some time in the future into the UCEA (seriously, PM for details because it's too big to expand on here). He was sent to an academy/secondary school to train to be a Hunter officer at age 11 (Hunters are a paramilitary organisation ... think Hitler's SS or possibly the Soviet Internal Troops). He came out a First Lieutenant on graduation, and ended up Captain of an anti-terrorism division in England, the Bladed Wings. He was caught and tortured by anarchists at age 25, and this impacted him badly – he rapidly lost weight and musculature, lost an arm (he has a biomechanical replacement), and became very skittish for a few years after. He still is, deep down.
He rose through the ranks and became a Colonel when he recovered, and found a large group of people that found the UCEA's current leader too moderate. Through Machiavellian tactics, he found himself at the head of that group, gaining many allies. After a few years of planning, they staged a coup d'etat, with Sergei as the new leader, taking on the title of General. Although keeping a cool front as a leader, he was frantic beneath that, keeping his cool only by taking Neurospeed.
He performed well as leader, particularly during the Siege of Arkhangelsk during the attempted Arkho-Russo split. The more problems piled on him, the iller he got, the more addicted to Neurospeed he got. One afternoon, he was shot by an American-allied sniper whilst making himself coffee. Poor Sergei was skin and bones, and they had to kill a lookalike to be Sergei lying in state.
In the afterlife, Sergei became lucid enough to be horrified that he was
a) ugly
and
b) dead
(his priorities are delightfully messed up).
As such, he prayed to a god called Pteryon for his appearance and life back again. Pteryon granted him this, also turning him into a Small. He must eat some human flesh every few days to retain his health and abilities. He goes around the land of the living, convincing lonely people to follow Pteryon, sacrificing others, and generally just being stuck up and awful. Whatever his god requires of him. He goes to many different time periods, but seems to enjoy the 2010s best.
Skills and Hobbies: Sergei is an excellent marksman, thanks to his military background. He's also become more skilled in recent years with knives and his own sharp claws and fang-filled maw. He likes reading, playing the piano, walks in the woods and would love to learn to play the violin. However, he doesn't really have the time. He's good with people. He's also skilled at being a smelly little man.
If you are curious, this is what he looks like:
i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt145/bio-mechanic/sergeiogod.jpg As a monster. By my friend.
i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt145/bio-mechanic/Photoon2011-11-17at1623.jpg As a human. With a haircut xD Also by my friend!
fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/058/c/5/a_psychotic_murderous_bisexual_by_demonroni-d3aidvu.png Picture by another friend!