Name: Peter Stone
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 03/1/X961
Sexuality: Can he be asexual? Because it isn’t listed as an option, but it’s part of his personality to despise romance with a passion, to the point where he feels physically sick just watching it.
Special Characteristics: His hair is springy. Boing.
Personality:With a big enough ego to cause a small solar eclipse, Peter’s feelings of vainglory are matched only by his confidence in his deductive skills. However, he tends not to constantly laud it over people, instead picking and selecting who he insults, letting out his self-proclaimed greatness in short, sharp bursts. On more than one occasion, he has made people hit him or just turn and walk away, often with more than a few words of abuse directed towards him. He considers himself able to see the world in a way nobody else can, as if the world is made of fabric, and he’s the only one picking it apart. He has an obsession with doing this – it’s like a drug addiction to him. He can, and will, get withdrawal symptoms from abstaining from not exercising his brain for too long, and people have suffered for it.
Most of the time, however, he seems to act like a cross between a stone-cold loner and a petulant child, who sulks when he doesn’t get his way. One could even say that he is practically a child in an adult’s body, with the mind of a genius. However, he is only a genius in the sense that he picks things apart like a cat with badly-knitted jumpers. He never keeps up with current happenings – celebrities and even world leaders are unknown names to him, people that don’t matter. If he deems something unimportant, even information a child would know, then he seems to forget it, and fill his head with what he needs.
Concerning fights, Stone tends to be more of a second-in-command than a leader, always acting form behind the scenes, providing the necessary information in the hopes that his partner would have the mental capacity to be able to understand his instructions. He will often hang back, relying on his teammates(s) to keep him from harm while he does his thing, scanning the enemy for weaknesses, attempting to deduce whether their mind or their body would be broken easier. He considers fighting barbaric, but will engage in it if he needs to defend himself, though his first instinct is usually to retreat to cover. However, in the event that his deductions are on time and that he hasn’t died at that point, he will instruct his comrades on what he thinks is the best course of action, hoping that they follow instead of charging blindly in. Unless the strategy is to charge blindly in.
However, if he is placed as the leader, his suggestions become orders, and his personality hardens considerably. Gone will be the sharp quips and vainglory, replaced by complete focus on the mission, with little time for idle chitchat. In fact, many a person has previously asked ‘Who are you and what have you done with the really Peter Stone?” To which he usually replies by shooting a freezing lance at whoever had addressed him, before continuing on with whatever it was that he was doing prior. Mission success is of the utmost importance to Peter, and he doesn’t like being made to look like a fool in front of people. Hence his seriousness as a leader.
Likes:
Making fun of people: Peter is a jerk, though harsher words have been used to describe him. Much, MUCH harsher words.
Hats: He’s mad about hats.
Sweets: It’s like his stomach is a bottomless void, constantly sucking in anything with a high sugar content. In all recorded history, from the day he left home, he’s never been seen without a small paper bag containing some sort of confectionary delight.
Abusive retorts: The following is a genuine quote from after one of Peter’s previous encounters, while he was travelling with someone.
“Of course, why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you’re an idiot. Oh, don’t be like that, practically everyone is.”
Clever opponents: He may not be the cheeriest of fellows, but once his mind is challenged in battle, he begins to become somewhat more talkative.
Dislikes:
Doctors: He doesn’t like people sticking things into him, period.
Stupid people: “Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.”
Alcohol: He finds it disgusting and bad for his health. Considering he frequently inhales a metric tonne of sugar every day, this is more than a little hypocritical.
Bad authors: On more than one occasion, he has taken the manuscript for a book he didn’t like, shown it to the author, and burnt it in front of their eyes.
Dressing up: He has nothing against fancy clothes. Other than their impracticality in battle and their price tags.
Motivations:
The prospect of a clever opponent: To quote a better author than I, “The thrill is in the chase – never in the capture.”
Boredom: “My mind’s like an engine, racing out of control. A staff, tearing itself to pieces as it tries to execute a spell. I need a fight!”
Money: Makes the world go round.
Inflating his ego: It’s roughly a third the size of magnolia already, but he isn’t really concerned about that.
Fears:
Being wrong: He sees himself as a tactical genius, able to see through anything and anyone in seconds. For him to be proven wrong would be something that he frequently attempts to avoid.
The dark: Not dim light, but when the area is pitch-black. Due to no special circumstances, his fear of the dark is almost crippling, to the point where he seems to freeze up upon being in it.
His biggest fan: There’s someone watching him. From the shadows. He’s always there, even if he isn’t. A malevolent, omnipotent presence, always interfering with his life.
His pocket watch: It won’t open. It won’t open, but the presence he senses inside it is overwhelming.
General Appearance
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 12s 4/78kg
Hair: Peter’s hair is a dark brown in colour, almost to the point of it being a heavier-than-usual mix of black and brown – with brown looking to be a about fifty-five percent. In its natural state, his hair is straight, reaching down a fair few inches. However, the last inch of his hair is curly – not enough to give him full-blown curls, but enough to make it appear that he is standing in an updraft.
Eyes: Peter’s eyes are a distinctive shade of chocolate brown, flecked by spots of a lighter shade. His eyelids are constantly half-closed, with heavy bags underneath them – likely due to him having stayed up far, far later than he should have, on multiple occasions. Some have even testified that he’s stayed up for twenty-four hours, with him claiming that he didn’t need to sleep.
Skin Tone: Peter, more due to genetics than actually being tanned, is in possession of skin that has a slight tan to it. Not enough to actually be considered an actual tan, but if you squint at him a bit, you’ll likely see that his skin is darker than most. Just a bit.
Appearance: Not built with power or athleticism in mind, Peter seems to be more suited to the rigours of everyday life – lifting vaguely heavy objects, walking, walking faster, running to catch the train, things along those lines. Neither short, nor particularly toned or muscular, Peter seemed to be slightly thinner than the average human being. Not malnourished, do not misunderstand – he knows well enough that food is important. He just seems to forget to eat sometimes, having ‘more important things to do,’ giving him a somewhat thinner figure than is considered healthy. However, he seems to have some high-placed cheekbones, and one more than one occasion, someone punching them has cut their hand a little while doing so.
Regarding clothing, Peter tends to favour simple yet formal clothing, feeling that it gives him an air of professionalism whenever he uses his magic – or, indeed, his mind. On his torso he will usually wear a shirt reminiscent of office workers, the colour usually being pale – he seems to favour lilac or light blue the most. On top of this is a black suit jacket – he abstains form tuxedos, considering them more for social butterflies. Peter is not a sociable person in general. He suit is decorated by grey pinstripes, and appears to be made of a synthetic material that, while similar to the fabric normal suits are made of, remains flexible enough to use in combat. Around his neck, he will usually wear a satin tie, likely grey in colour, in a Half-Windsor knot.
His legwear follows a similar template, in that it is formal, giving him some sort of air of professionalism. He dons black suit trousers, though pinstripes are absent from this pair. Though, they are still made from the same material their torso counterpart is. They are held in place by a durable leather belt, brown in colour, fastened by a tarnished brass buckle. Upon his feet are slip-ons made more for comfort than anything else, though they have still been adapted slightly for the rigours of a mage’s trials. Made of a tough black leather, they have proven themselves invaluable for making sure the formal ensemble looks complete.
Guild/Council
Guild: Not applicable at this point in time.
Tattoo: N/A
Rank:
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 03/1/X961
Sexuality: Can he be asexual? Because it isn’t listed as an option, but it’s part of his personality to despise romance with a passion, to the point where he feels physically sick just watching it.
Special Characteristics: His hair is springy. Boing.
Personality:With a big enough ego to cause a small solar eclipse, Peter’s feelings of vainglory are matched only by his confidence in his deductive skills. However, he tends not to constantly laud it over people, instead picking and selecting who he insults, letting out his self-proclaimed greatness in short, sharp bursts. On more than one occasion, he has made people hit him or just turn and walk away, often with more than a few words of abuse directed towards him. He considers himself able to see the world in a way nobody else can, as if the world is made of fabric, and he’s the only one picking it apart. He has an obsession with doing this – it’s like a drug addiction to him. He can, and will, get withdrawal symptoms from abstaining from not exercising his brain for too long, and people have suffered for it.
Most of the time, however, he seems to act like a cross between a stone-cold loner and a petulant child, who sulks when he doesn’t get his way. One could even say that he is practically a child in an adult’s body, with the mind of a genius. However, he is only a genius in the sense that he picks things apart like a cat with badly-knitted jumpers. He never keeps up with current happenings – celebrities and even world leaders are unknown names to him, people that don’t matter. If he deems something unimportant, even information a child would know, then he seems to forget it, and fill his head with what he needs.
Concerning fights, Stone tends to be more of a second-in-command than a leader, always acting form behind the scenes, providing the necessary information in the hopes that his partner would have the mental capacity to be able to understand his instructions. He will often hang back, relying on his teammates(s) to keep him from harm while he does his thing, scanning the enemy for weaknesses, attempting to deduce whether their mind or their body would be broken easier. He considers fighting barbaric, but will engage in it if he needs to defend himself, though his first instinct is usually to retreat to cover. However, in the event that his deductions are on time and that he hasn’t died at that point, he will instruct his comrades on what he thinks is the best course of action, hoping that they follow instead of charging blindly in. Unless the strategy is to charge blindly in.
However, if he is placed as the leader, his suggestions become orders, and his personality hardens considerably. Gone will be the sharp quips and vainglory, replaced by complete focus on the mission, with little time for idle chitchat. In fact, many a person has previously asked ‘Who are you and what have you done with the really Peter Stone?” To which he usually replies by shooting a freezing lance at whoever had addressed him, before continuing on with whatever it was that he was doing prior. Mission success is of the utmost importance to Peter, and he doesn’t like being made to look like a fool in front of people. Hence his seriousness as a leader.
Likes:
Making fun of people: Peter is a jerk, though harsher words have been used to describe him. Much, MUCH harsher words.
Hats: He’s mad about hats.
Sweets: It’s like his stomach is a bottomless void, constantly sucking in anything with a high sugar content. In all recorded history, from the day he left home, he’s never been seen without a small paper bag containing some sort of confectionary delight.
Abusive retorts: The following is a genuine quote from after one of Peter’s previous encounters, while he was travelling with someone.
“Of course, why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you’re an idiot. Oh, don’t be like that, practically everyone is.”
Clever opponents: He may not be the cheeriest of fellows, but once his mind is challenged in battle, he begins to become somewhat more talkative.
Dislikes:
Doctors: He doesn’t like people sticking things into him, period.
Stupid people: “Anderson, don't talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street.”
Alcohol: He finds it disgusting and bad for his health. Considering he frequently inhales a metric tonne of sugar every day, this is more than a little hypocritical.
Bad authors: On more than one occasion, he has taken the manuscript for a book he didn’t like, shown it to the author, and burnt it in front of their eyes.
Dressing up: He has nothing against fancy clothes. Other than their impracticality in battle and their price tags.
Motivations:
The prospect of a clever opponent: To quote a better author than I, “The thrill is in the chase – never in the capture.”
Boredom: “My mind’s like an engine, racing out of control. A staff, tearing itself to pieces as it tries to execute a spell. I need a fight!”
Money: Makes the world go round.
Inflating his ego: It’s roughly a third the size of magnolia already, but he isn’t really concerned about that.
Fears:
Being wrong: He sees himself as a tactical genius, able to see through anything and anyone in seconds. For him to be proven wrong would be something that he frequently attempts to avoid.
The dark: Not dim light, but when the area is pitch-black. Due to no special circumstances, his fear of the dark is almost crippling, to the point where he seems to freeze up upon being in it.
His biggest fan: There’s someone watching him. From the shadows. He’s always there, even if he isn’t. A malevolent, omnipotent presence, always interfering with his life.
His pocket watch: It won’t open. It won’t open, but the presence he senses inside it is overwhelming.
General Appearance
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 12s 4/78kg
Hair: Peter’s hair is a dark brown in colour, almost to the point of it being a heavier-than-usual mix of black and brown – with brown looking to be a about fifty-five percent. In its natural state, his hair is straight, reaching down a fair few inches. However, the last inch of his hair is curly – not enough to give him full-blown curls, but enough to make it appear that he is standing in an updraft.
Eyes: Peter’s eyes are a distinctive shade of chocolate brown, flecked by spots of a lighter shade. His eyelids are constantly half-closed, with heavy bags underneath them – likely due to him having stayed up far, far later than he should have, on multiple occasions. Some have even testified that he’s stayed up for twenty-four hours, with him claiming that he didn’t need to sleep.
Skin Tone: Peter, more due to genetics than actually being tanned, is in possession of skin that has a slight tan to it. Not enough to actually be considered an actual tan, but if you squint at him a bit, you’ll likely see that his skin is darker than most. Just a bit.
Appearance: Not built with power or athleticism in mind, Peter seems to be more suited to the rigours of everyday life – lifting vaguely heavy objects, walking, walking faster, running to catch the train, things along those lines. Neither short, nor particularly toned or muscular, Peter seemed to be slightly thinner than the average human being. Not malnourished, do not misunderstand – he knows well enough that food is important. He just seems to forget to eat sometimes, having ‘more important things to do,’ giving him a somewhat thinner figure than is considered healthy. However, he seems to have some high-placed cheekbones, and one more than one occasion, someone punching them has cut their hand a little while doing so.
Regarding clothing, Peter tends to favour simple yet formal clothing, feeling that it gives him an air of professionalism whenever he uses his magic – or, indeed, his mind. On his torso he will usually wear a shirt reminiscent of office workers, the colour usually being pale – he seems to favour lilac or light blue the most. On top of this is a black suit jacket – he abstains form tuxedos, considering them more for social butterflies. Peter is not a sociable person in general. He suit is decorated by grey pinstripes, and appears to be made of a synthetic material that, while similar to the fabric normal suits are made of, remains flexible enough to use in combat. Around his neck, he will usually wear a satin tie, likely grey in colour, in a Half-Windsor knot.
His legwear follows a similar template, in that it is formal, giving him some sort of air of professionalism. He dons black suit trousers, though pinstripes are absent from this pair. Though, they are still made from the same material their torso counterpart is. They are held in place by a durable leather belt, brown in colour, fastened by a tarnished brass buckle. Upon his feet are slip-ons made more for comfort than anything else, though they have still been adapted slightly for the rigours of a mage’s trials. Made of a tough black leather, they have proven themselves invaluable for making sure the formal ensemble looks complete.
Guild/Council
Guild: Not applicable at this point in time.
Tattoo: N/A
Rank:
C
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