Post by nozomi on Jan 11, 2011 11:22:17 GMT -5
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Machi
Name: Machi
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Serial killer (murder), Dust possession, distribution, manufacturing, and rape.
Craft/Rank: Prisoner, Candidate if ever allowed
Appearance: You know how they say 'don't judge a book by it's cover' or 'serial killers look like normal people'? They are liars, all of them. If a person were to look at Machi and not be at least a little on edge, they are unhinged.
It has nothing to do with the abnormally white hair or the pale, ghostly skin. Most of the time, it's the deadened gaze of the soulless, wide dark eyes usually slitted with dangerous intents. Some of his victims died terrified of the spindley, delicate fingers wrapped around a dagger or the overly thin frame of hidden muscle that managed to pin them to the ground.
A pretty face, a bit long, but finely made in high cheekbones, full lips, arched brows. He'd be lovely if he smiled outside of murder.
Personality: According to his mother, Machi was born defective. She was the only person to think so but given the fact she was also the one who tried to drown him when he was three, no one gave her opinion much weight.
Machi rarely laughs and a genuine smile is rewarded only to the most beloved of his pets. He certainly has a sense of humor although it is a nasty, biting sarcasm; Machi understand jokes and teasing, he just finds nothing truly funny about them.
He has a cruel streak a mile wide and an innate ability to cause pain in both the emotional and physical sense to those around him. Machi manages to hide this well, often acting the part of the quiet and withdrawn rather than a mad dog on a long, weak leash. He keeps his eyes diverted unless trying to intimidate a person and does his very best to walk with stooped shoulders or shuffling feet; best to not be too obvious when it comes to things like that.
L'vey is his favorite. Optimism is such a funny thing.
The one thing Machi does enjoy is sex. Overly feminine and submissive young men to be more precise. He finds rape to be distasteful and if a prostitute showed even the vaguest hesitation in being with him, Machi more often than not just patted them on their head and sent them on their way rather than take a partner that found the thought displeasing. It meant they wouldn't get paid, though, so once the whores figured out he wouldn't hurt them, those he wanted came to his bed. He has a knack for picking out the severely broken.
Machi did, in fact, keep pets. He bought (or kidnapped) the emotionally fragile young men and kept them hidden away from the outside world. He cared for them, safe from the horrors around, until they died or ran away. Machi called them his pets, his dolls, and in his defense, he never means to kill them. It just happens. Sometimes when it happens, the young man feels genuine sadness.
TL;DR He's a crazy SOB that needs to be kept away from the fragile.
History: As previous stated, Machi's mother tried to kill him and it is, in fact, his first memory. She was never a very stable woman - his father only married her when she became pregnant with his older sister, Natasa. Their mother convinced herself that her rather adoring toddler Machi was a twisted creature and thus destroyed the only hope the young boy had of salvaging his humanity.
Self fullfilling irony much?
Little Machi never saw his mother again, latching onto Natasa in her stead. Their father owned a small, expensive, and Dust-free brothel. While the children were raised by a pimp and in the company of whores, the young ladies of the evening managed to drill into the heads of the young boy and girl that sex was to be treated with respect, that Dust would be the end of them if they tried it.
He listened and obeyed to the best of his ability.
Machi's first love hit when he was fourteen. Perhaps it couldn't be defined as love by any normal persons means but for a fourteen Turn sociopath in the making and a Thirteen turn Dust-addicted streetwalker, the possesive and frantic sort of relationship was as close to true love as their handicapped emotions would allow them to be.
For his lover, a beautiful young boy named Shai, Machi learned how to make Dust. He manufactured the purest sort he could, the best, only the best. For Machi, Shai found his self worth only by how highly Machi prized him - Machi loved it. Shai loved him for the Dust and keeping him hidden away in the young mans bedroom, away from the prying eyes and johns.
Good things only last so long.
Shai left Machi's brothel for some unknown reason, out onto the streets. He bought bad Dust, overdosed, and died. One of his fathers women found the young mans body a few days later while walking back from the clients house. Machi found out about his lovers death from her frantic sobs.
Natasa stayed by his side the entire time he mourned, a code for 'hunting down Dust dealers with shoddy product and brutally killing them'. She helped him dispose of the bodies and gently kept the violent young man in line. A rabid dog he was but a rabid dog on his sisters leash, bound by her rules. They quickly found they had a knack for teamwork.
He taught her to make Dust and near to the end, they manufactured their own; Natasa was the brains of the operations and Machi the muscle. He killed any opposing drug dealers in their area and any others that opposed them to the point of slitting a Watcher's throat. That particular crime is what put him on their list.
That, and an escaped young man who claimed he'd been held captive by a crazy many with dead eyes.
In the end, Machi ended up being captured when the Watch used a pretty boy as bait, his former pet hiding away and pointing him out when the pale man approached the decoy. He claimed he worked along and denied no charges except for the accusations of rape. He was found guilty of them all.
They 'convicted' him guilty and sent him to Warden's, perhaps as one of the reasons for building the prison. Machi helped build his cage as part of his imprisonment and spends most of his days in the prison - Warden does not trust him outside doing the clear cutting or to walk around without restraint. Machi goes out of his way to attempt and befriend L'vey, to get a chance out.
Other stuff: He's really, really creepy.
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Colored special for Noz by the Boy!
Name: Rhinth
Flower: Snapdragon
Appearance:
Rhinth is on the tiny side. That is, she's tiny at hatching, like all purples, but she'll never grow as large as some of her sisters, being on the small size all her life. Which is to say, she's about on par with a large gold, in terms of length. She's a scrawny thing, extremely sickly at hatching and desperately needing care. As she ages, she'll grow mostly in length and not in bulk, she'll always be whipcord thin. She's also fast as hell, especially for her size, with a long, snakelike neck which allows her to whip around and attack without warning.
Personality:
Rhinth is sweet as f'ing pie. Motherly and helpful, she has a knack for getting involved in everything. Wherever someone looks, there's Rhinth. She's volunteering to carry, dig, haul. If it's necessary or will simply get her noticed as 'doing good' she'll be there, doing it. Doing it and commenting that no, she doesn't mind doing it alone. She's sure that her siblings need the extra rest. After all, some dragons just don't have the stamina she does! See, with all that helpfulness, that willingness to lend a hand, one can almost miss the truth. Specifically, that Rhinth hates everyone. Beneath the very thin veneer of seeming niceness is pure venom.
She is the epitome of killing with kindness, barbed statements painted over with a light coat of seeming thoughtfulness. But, the insult's always there beneath the surface and usually one doesn't even need to dig to find it. 'Sibling, your hide's so shiny today! It really helps distract from the dullness of your color.' Or, 'Sibling, you have such a handsome rider. I think good looks are so much more important than intellect, don't you?' If accused, she's all innocence. She was trying to be nice! Her accusers are just being oversensitive. But she's sorry if they took what she said out of context.
When she talks to her rider, Rhinth hides nothing. It's just one constant stream of utter venomous disgust for everyone. But oh, how she adores her rider. When directing her acid his way, each comment is turned to his advantage. 'That man is so dull. Not like you, mine.' or 'That woman disgusts me. So weak. All humans are weak but you, mine.' So devoted she is to her rider, so hateful of everyone else, that even with her apparent 'helpful' nature she had a difficult time making connections that pass beyond the superficial. She does have a certain liking for Algonquith, however, the opal's quips amuse her to no end. Of course, she still thinks she's the more clever.
One place where Rhinth differs from most the outlaws and some of her clutchmates is on the subject of violence. It's not that she wouldn't like to see hateful Warden's burned to the ground, but she really is a bit of a coward, for herself and for all those who are lucky enough to have her 'looking after them'. She hates pain, finds blood distasteful, and is terrified by the idea of hers getting hurt. She may have no moral qualms about violence, but she's the one who'll be thinking about the dangers involved in any attack. Unfortunately for everyone, this means she's a big supporter of preying on the weak. After all, they can't fight back!
Why Me?
Machi is at his best when a strong woman stands behind him. Oh sure, he's got Jessan, but if you ask Rhinth, that woman doesn't do nearly a good enough job looking after him. If she did, he'd not have lost an eye. Rhinth, meanwhile, needs someone who knows how to respect a woman's authority, someone who could handle a little doting. And while Rhinth won't mind Machi's violent side, she will keep an eye on him and try to encourage him to pick only those fights he's sure to win.