Samoil Ile Pandev
Dec 12, 2017 1:58:12 GMT -5
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Profile
Name: Samoil Ile Pandev
Age: 198
Gender: Male
Race: Harpy
Appearance
Height: 5’9’’
Weight: Over 300 lbs because of the metal additions
He’s a generally well-built man, muscles from use instead of strictly working out. For the most part, he appears human. He’s tanned, with tan lines from welding and burns and scars from similar working accidents. Sam’s hair is black, peppered with greys and browns, kept short though he frequently forgets to get it cut. He’s got a sparse amount of very visible body hair and downy feathers mostly on his lower half. He keeps his facial hair well groomed, fixing and protecting it from work.
The most obvious difference is his wings. Well, more wing than anything else. One extremely large and well groomed brown and grey wing extrudes from his back. The other one is a stump, barely able to stretch out to two feet long. Attached to it is a series of metal plates and circuitry in an attempt to make it match the other.
Then there’s his legs. Usually, they’re covered up by clothing, so it’s hard to tell. Part way from his thigh, the skin and feathers shifts into a more scaled hide, thinning out until they hit a four-pronged bird-foot. Three toes in front and one in the back, all tipped with terrifyingly long and sharp talons. Like his left wing, his left leg is missing. In its place is currently a simple prosthetic peg made of metal, cloth, and wood. He hates it.
Personality
VIRTUES:
Futurist
Optimist
Brilliant
Curious
Hardworking
FLAWS:
Territorial
Flippant
Works himself to death
Overly Independent
Narcissistic/Vain
Insomniac
Alcoholic
LIKES:
Computers
Robots
Caffeine
Goading People
Photography
DISLIKES:
Tech he didn't make or mod
Fun-Killers
Computer-Illiterate
Coffee Makers that take too Long
Stubborn People
A serial flirter and vain beyond his years (which is hard considering he's been around for a while), you'd think his workaholic attitude would be at odds. But he works with it. His workshop typically doesn't involve other people. When he's there he's free. He gets drunk, works, lets the grease build up in his hair and just generally doesn't give a damn. Outside that though? He's constantly overanalyzing his looks and peering at others.
He does have "standards" but that doesn't stop him from complimenting even someone he'd never actually sleep with (which is a surprisingly tiny list). It takes a lot of trust and work to convince him to let anyone else even look at his workspace though.
History
When in the void, you get incredibly used to things falling on you. Wormholes are a typical way of life and alien tech, ancient castles, children’s books, are all typical items falling through on a Saturday morning.
Sam had dedicated most of his life to scavenging and salvaging whatever he could find and then dissect it. The technology of course. He didn’t rip apart the living things that fell through, but the occasional book didn’t always make it. He’d use whatever was available to adjust his other items, often splicing together different technologies from other alien species and regions of the world.
But mostly he just made robots.
He liked messing with different kinds of robotic activity, a lot of which functioned better for certain things. He’s made swimming ones, flying ones, teeny tiny bugs and realistic looking cats. Most importantly though, he had to rebuild himself. But that came much later.
After a revolution erupted in the main kingdom established over the largest and most stable part of the Void, Samoil was recruited to build armor and weapons for the Royal army. He didn’t even get a chance to, as he was kidnapped and maimed by the resistance. Missing a leg and one of his wings, he ended up missing a large portion of the war in a depressed stupor as he tried to build his mobility back. Unfortunately, the resistance was keeping him captive, leaving his hands free so he could continue to build.
He blew the whole facility up.
Sam hadn’t actually expected to survive that, but he did, and he went into hiding with a few others trying to live their lives outside of the stable borders. His wing is ...mostly built. He decided to work on that one first, as he could deal with a peg leg for a while. He probably would have worked a lot faster had he not been experimenting on himself drunk...
Name: Samoil Ile Pandev
Age: 198
Gender: Male
Race: Harpy
Appearance
Height: 5’9’’
Weight: Over 300 lbs because of the metal additions
He’s a generally well-built man, muscles from use instead of strictly working out. For the most part, he appears human. He’s tanned, with tan lines from welding and burns and scars from similar working accidents. Sam’s hair is black, peppered with greys and browns, kept short though he frequently forgets to get it cut. He’s got a sparse amount of very visible body hair and downy feathers mostly on his lower half. He keeps his facial hair well groomed, fixing and protecting it from work.
The most obvious difference is his wings. Well, more wing than anything else. One extremely large and well groomed brown and grey wing extrudes from his back. The other one is a stump, barely able to stretch out to two feet long. Attached to it is a series of metal plates and circuitry in an attempt to make it match the other.
Then there’s his legs. Usually, they’re covered up by clothing, so it’s hard to tell. Part way from his thigh, the skin and feathers shifts into a more scaled hide, thinning out until they hit a four-pronged bird-foot. Three toes in front and one in the back, all tipped with terrifyingly long and sharp talons. Like his left wing, his left leg is missing. In its place is currently a simple prosthetic peg made of metal, cloth, and wood. He hates it.
Personality
VIRTUES:
Futurist
Optimist
Brilliant
Curious
Hardworking
FLAWS:
Territorial
Flippant
Works himself to death
Overly Independent
Narcissistic/Vain
Insomniac
Alcoholic
LIKES:
Computers
Robots
Caffeine
Goading People
Photography
DISLIKES:
Tech he didn't make or mod
Fun-Killers
Computer-Illiterate
Coffee Makers that take too Long
Stubborn People
A serial flirter and vain beyond his years (which is hard considering he's been around for a while), you'd think his workaholic attitude would be at odds. But he works with it. His workshop typically doesn't involve other people. When he's there he's free. He gets drunk, works, lets the grease build up in his hair and just generally doesn't give a damn. Outside that though? He's constantly overanalyzing his looks and peering at others.
He does have "standards" but that doesn't stop him from complimenting even someone he'd never actually sleep with (which is a surprisingly tiny list). It takes a lot of trust and work to convince him to let anyone else even look at his workspace though.
History
When in the void, you get incredibly used to things falling on you. Wormholes are a typical way of life and alien tech, ancient castles, children’s books, are all typical items falling through on a Saturday morning.
Sam had dedicated most of his life to scavenging and salvaging whatever he could find and then dissect it. The technology of course. He didn’t rip apart the living things that fell through, but the occasional book didn’t always make it. He’d use whatever was available to adjust his other items, often splicing together different technologies from other alien species and regions of the world.
But mostly he just made robots.
He liked messing with different kinds of robotic activity, a lot of which functioned better for certain things. He’s made swimming ones, flying ones, teeny tiny bugs and realistic looking cats. Most importantly though, he had to rebuild himself. But that came much later.
After a revolution erupted in the main kingdom established over the largest and most stable part of the Void, Samoil was recruited to build armor and weapons for the Royal army. He didn’t even get a chance to, as he was kidnapped and maimed by the resistance. Missing a leg and one of his wings, he ended up missing a large portion of the war in a depressed stupor as he tried to build his mobility back. Unfortunately, the resistance was keeping him captive, leaving his hands free so he could continue to build.
He blew the whole facility up.
Sam hadn’t actually expected to survive that, but he did, and he went into hiding with a few others trying to live their lives outside of the stable borders. His wing is ...mostly built. He decided to work on that one first, as he could deal with a peg leg for a while. He probably would have worked a lot faster had he not been experimenting on himself drunk...