Post by frenzyfarmer on Jun 26, 2015 3:36:30 GMT
Name: PropaGone-D "Props" to his friends, "Gone-D" to everyone else except Immortan Joe, who personally named it and takes great pleasure in using the full name
Age: 26
Position: Frenzy Farmer (Immortan Joe's hand-picked "priests" who are in charge of the indoctrination of the War Pups, the ongoing propaganda distributed to The Wretched, and, since they are eunuchs, they are entrusted with the care and happiness of The Five Wives)
Height: 5'7
Relationships/Affiliations: Gone-D doesn't have anyone he considers a "friend". He does, however, treasure his working relationship with Cutter. Hatter follows Gone-D around and hangs on his every word. Gone-D tolerates Hatter because Gash follows Hatter almost everywhere and he is madly in love with Gash, enjoying the burn in his phantom loins she stirs in him.
Physical Appearance: Already balding, he has short cropped hair that is patchy all over his scalp. He has a huge scar that stripes over his left eyebrow, across his nose and down to his jawline on his right cheek. His back has an epic scarification of his own design and anglo-saxon runes of his favorite passages tattooed in a black spiral cascading down his arms, ending at his wrists where he has “God is Nowhere” on his left wrist and “God is Now Here” on his right wrist. Also, he has a secret tattoo on his scarred groin region of a crude, sad smiley face that he did himself. He’s not muscular, he’s very lean and kind of emaciated, as he often fasts for days. His pectorals and throat are puckered with shiny burn scars.
Clothes/Accessories: In order to cover up his burn scars (which he doesn’t take pride in because they weren’t self-inflicted or earned in battle) and his patchy bald head he wears a tattered hood unattached to anything but ends in shreds around his chest and shoulder blades. He wears black cargo pants, and always carries around a miniature hardbound copy of Shakespeare’s Othello in his left side pocket and keeps a small piece of Obsidian in his right front pocket. On the rare occasions he leaves the Citadel he wears spit-shined (by his War Pups) combat boots, but most of the time you’ll find him walking the halls barefoot.
Background: His earliest memories are of being in the back of a cargo truck, holes for ventilation drilled all over the roof letting the sweltering sun shine down on him in piercing rays, surrounded by books strapped into makeshift shelves attached to the walls as his parents drove across the wasteland in search of hope. Memories of scavenging in desolate cities for the only thing his parents found valuable – books. He spent his time in the back of the truck reading fantasy, science fiction, romance, until he got older and his mother would sit in the back going over ancient text books of a forgotten education system. Her favorite phrase was “History is decided by the victors.” His mother was model thin, with perfect high cheek bones and a full head of hair, and Gone-D always thought of her as stunning. When he was eight, it was during one of these shared moments that they heard a roar coming towards them. It was a raiding party. They quickly over took the sluggish cargo truck and proceeded to lance his father through the windshield. His mother threw Gone-D out of the back of the truck and he landed in the sand. He turned his head to the side just as a spiked wheel well rolled past him, gouging his face and spurting blood across the desert. When the truck was over turned and his mother was captured, he ran to the wreckage, desperately throwing as many books as he could salvage before the flames engulfed all of them. The War Boys watched with curiosity as Gone-D’s skin began to blister and bubble from the heat, but didn’t wait long before pulling him from the truck and throwing him in the back of a rig, clutching the book he had had at that moment tightly to his tiny chest. Othello. The War Boys brought them both in front of Immortan Joe, who took his mother as a breeder, and was unsure what to do with a young boy who could read and was eloquent at such a young age. When asked how he felt about the fate of his parents, he whispered, hoarse and dead-eyed “Everything burns.” Looking Immortan Joe in the eyes he says, “Even you.” For his insolence he was castrated, had the fear of God (Immortan Joe) instilled in him, and became a devout and prolific Frenzy Farmer, his God’s right hand. He has dedicated his life to the education of the War Pups and to bringing what small amounts of joy he can to the Five Wives.
Personality: Gone-D never speaks above a whisper, when he tries to talk it comes out as a hoarse croak, so when he is preaching, he whispers into another’s ear and lets them be his mouthpiece. Because of this he rarely holds conversations with anyone other than the Five Wives, who are the only people he feels comfortable around. Comfortable enough to discuss philosophy that doesn’t include Immortan Joe as God. Despite his personal doubts about the current hierarchy he keeps these to himself, and takes the indoctrination of the War Pups very seriously. Ever since Gash joined the Citadel he has spent his nights writing love letters to her by candle light and then burning them at sunrise, always striving to be original despite knowing she’ll never see any of them. He is a hopeless romantic and purposefully has never asked about his mother, preferring to not know her fate or living conditions. Instead he views himself as cut off from the world and spends most of his time in his private cell working, or wandering the halls whispering to himself.
Other Information: Links to follow as artwork comes
Roleplay Availability: 3-6 Mon-Fri, most weekends but as my schedule changes I will update this
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Age: 26
Position: Frenzy Farmer (Immortan Joe's hand-picked "priests" who are in charge of the indoctrination of the War Pups, the ongoing propaganda distributed to The Wretched, and, since they are eunuchs, they are entrusted with the care and happiness of The Five Wives)
Height: 5'7
Relationships/Affiliations: Gone-D doesn't have anyone he considers a "friend". He does, however, treasure his working relationship with Cutter. Hatter follows Gone-D around and hangs on his every word. Gone-D tolerates Hatter because Gash follows Hatter almost everywhere and he is madly in love with Gash, enjoying the burn in his phantom loins she stirs in him.
Physical Appearance: Already balding, he has short cropped hair that is patchy all over his scalp. He has a huge scar that stripes over his left eyebrow, across his nose and down to his jawline on his right cheek. His back has an epic scarification of his own design and anglo-saxon runes of his favorite passages tattooed in a black spiral cascading down his arms, ending at his wrists where he has “God is Nowhere” on his left wrist and “God is Now Here” on his right wrist. Also, he has a secret tattoo on his scarred groin region of a crude, sad smiley face that he did himself. He’s not muscular, he’s very lean and kind of emaciated, as he often fasts for days. His pectorals and throat are puckered with shiny burn scars.
Clothes/Accessories: In order to cover up his burn scars (which he doesn’t take pride in because they weren’t self-inflicted or earned in battle) and his patchy bald head he wears a tattered hood unattached to anything but ends in shreds around his chest and shoulder blades. He wears black cargo pants, and always carries around a miniature hardbound copy of Shakespeare’s Othello in his left side pocket and keeps a small piece of Obsidian in his right front pocket. On the rare occasions he leaves the Citadel he wears spit-shined (by his War Pups) combat boots, but most of the time you’ll find him walking the halls barefoot.
Background: His earliest memories are of being in the back of a cargo truck, holes for ventilation drilled all over the roof letting the sweltering sun shine down on him in piercing rays, surrounded by books strapped into makeshift shelves attached to the walls as his parents drove across the wasteland in search of hope. Memories of scavenging in desolate cities for the only thing his parents found valuable – books. He spent his time in the back of the truck reading fantasy, science fiction, romance, until he got older and his mother would sit in the back going over ancient text books of a forgotten education system. Her favorite phrase was “History is decided by the victors.” His mother was model thin, with perfect high cheek bones and a full head of hair, and Gone-D always thought of her as stunning. When he was eight, it was during one of these shared moments that they heard a roar coming towards them. It was a raiding party. They quickly over took the sluggish cargo truck and proceeded to lance his father through the windshield. His mother threw Gone-D out of the back of the truck and he landed in the sand. He turned his head to the side just as a spiked wheel well rolled past him, gouging his face and spurting blood across the desert. When the truck was over turned and his mother was captured, he ran to the wreckage, desperately throwing as many books as he could salvage before the flames engulfed all of them. The War Boys watched with curiosity as Gone-D’s skin began to blister and bubble from the heat, but didn’t wait long before pulling him from the truck and throwing him in the back of a rig, clutching the book he had had at that moment tightly to his tiny chest. Othello. The War Boys brought them both in front of Immortan Joe, who took his mother as a breeder, and was unsure what to do with a young boy who could read and was eloquent at such a young age. When asked how he felt about the fate of his parents, he whispered, hoarse and dead-eyed “Everything burns.” Looking Immortan Joe in the eyes he says, “Even you.” For his insolence he was castrated, had the fear of God (Immortan Joe) instilled in him, and became a devout and prolific Frenzy Farmer, his God’s right hand. He has dedicated his life to the education of the War Pups and to bringing what small amounts of joy he can to the Five Wives.
Personality: Gone-D never speaks above a whisper, when he tries to talk it comes out as a hoarse croak, so when he is preaching, he whispers into another’s ear and lets them be his mouthpiece. Because of this he rarely holds conversations with anyone other than the Five Wives, who are the only people he feels comfortable around. Comfortable enough to discuss philosophy that doesn’t include Immortan Joe as God. Despite his personal doubts about the current hierarchy he keeps these to himself, and takes the indoctrination of the War Pups very seriously. Ever since Gash joined the Citadel he has spent his nights writing love letters to her by candle light and then burning them at sunrise, always striving to be original despite knowing she’ll never see any of them. He is a hopeless romantic and purposefully has never asked about his mother, preferring to not know her fate or living conditions. Instead he views himself as cut off from the world and spends most of his time in his private cell working, or wandering the halls whispering to himself.
Other Information: Links to follow as artwork comes
Roleplay Availability: 3-6 Mon-Fri, most weekends but as my schedule changes I will update this
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