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Basic Info| Name: | Dist the ROSE >:[ |
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BioPlayer Name: Lu
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Dist theRose Reaper ROSE R-O-S-E ROSE.
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Age: 34
Physical Description: Dist is, in a word, ineffably irreparably indescribably and irresistibly gorgeous. His hair, longish and with stylized and entrancingly off-center bangs, is a natural white that has nothing to do with age and everything to do with unattainable beauty; his spellbinding eyes of a thrillingly brilliant mulberry are often tragically hidden behind shiny round stylish wire-framed glasses, which spare his audience from the full onslaught of his dazzlingly enthralling gaze. His features look as if chiseled from the finest pale marble, sharply defined and dignified.
Dist's fashion sense is innovative, creative, ingenious, and above all, constantly and effortlessly fabulous. Sleek, svelte, and undeniably attractive, he wears his unique attire with confidence and pride, utterly secure in the knowledge that he is the envy of all he sees. Also unique to this rose among men is the chair upon which he sits, a masterful piece of sheer brilliance in engineering, a beautifully and comfortably upholstered chair with eight mechanical legs to propel him anywhere he wishes to go.
Personality: Dist's infinite charm and charisma often put people on edge; they claim he is such coarse and unfitting things as 'annoying' or 'arrogant', and he has even been audaciously accused of being an 'idiot', though the source of such flagrantly slanderous insults was an ultra mega-loser who was clearly just jealous of his intelligence and beauty. In essence, everything about Dist is hyper-prodigal, super-superior, and inescapably enviable; it's really no wonder so many people don't like him--they just can't bear the thought of standing in his shapely stylish and ultra-gorgeous shadow.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Naturally, Dist is not simply an enchantingly pretty face and a fascinatingly graceful and sculpted body; he is, of course, both of these, but as if they weren't enough to make all of humanity tremble in his presence, he is also of all things a genius, capable of unprecedented technological innovations from physics-defying plushies to his own mechanical chair. He has a brilliant mind and can create any number of machines for various purposes, such as crushing his loser enemies into the ground--he also, as a sidenote, had a brief but fairly successful stint as a chemist working in the area of volumizing shampoo.
Weaknesses: Dist is exceptionally lithe and graceful, but because his body is so shapely and beautiful, he is easily susceptible to cold, and though he is quite agile, he tires easily; he is not barbaric and had no need to put himself through the savagery of physical rigors like exercise or combat training, and so if any Neanderthalic ruffians saw fit to give him trouble, he would be more suited to fleeing the conflict than standing up for himself, unless, of course, he had one of his ultra-ingenious fighting machines to deal damage in his stead.
History: Saphir Wyon Neis was born to the wealthy House of Neis hardly a year after the prodigal Jade Balfour, and it was clearly destiny that they should meet. Homeschooled for the first years of his life, he spent his time absorbing information and coming up with radical and brilliant ideas that, to the surprise and delight of his parents, were actually successful when put into action. They praised him to high heaven--his mother was so proud of his fine-boned features and silken hair, and would dote on him and brag to her friends about the angelic nature of her son's appearance; his father was enthralled by Saphir's genius and encouraged him to no end, regaling his friends with recounts of his son's latest experiments and expounding upon his staggering intellect to no end. Saphir grew up basking in praise and admiration, bathed in compliments and adoration, honestly and innocently believing that he really and truly was the most beautiful and most prodigal boy-genius the world had ever seen.
Making quite the name for himself with his astoundingly ingenious inventions before he was even six years old, young Saphir was quickly whisked away into the prestigious Faustus Academy of Institutional Learning, where he gained the acclaim of all his teachers and earned the jealousy of all the other child prodigies in his class. When he was eight years old, he was approached by a professor and asked to come to a very special interview to be an assistant in a revolutionary new form of science, and it was there he met Jade Balfour, who interviewed him and, a few days later, apparently chose him out of all the interviewees as his personal assistant in the most ingenious project known to man.
Saphir had never had a friend before, never had a peer who didn't hate him for being smart, never had someone his own age with whom he could actually discuss things beyond the banal. For three wonderful years, Saphir was Jade's adoring and overeagerly excitable assistant, until a truly evil child burst into his blissful bubble and sent even silver linings to tarnish. His name was Hojo, given name Viasti, and he was everything Saphir was not. Black stringy hair and dark eyes, all frowns and poor hygiene, no sense of humor, and perhaps above all, bad taste in clothes and an utter lack of desire to do anything that might even resemble fun; Saphir's days of happiness and camaraderie with his beloved friend Jade were at an end.
All too soon, that derelict Hojo drove a wedge between the two friends, and when their replication project came to fruition and was a tremendous success, Jade had been driven so far away from Saphir that he actually decided, much to everyone's surprise, to terminate the whole project and destroy everything they'd worked so hard to create. Well, Saphir would have none of that. Those notes and that experiment were all he had left of his beautiful friendship with Jade, since Jade had opted to turn away from him and look to that Hojo for his companionship. Now he wanted Saphir to destroy everything they'd made together, almost as if he was seeking to eliminate all evidence that he'd ever been friends with him in the first place?
No! It wasn't right; it wasn't fair! He'd already lost Jade--ordering him to destroy the only thing he had left of Jade was too cold, too cruel. He stole the notes, ferreting them away and hiding them in various places, lovingly stowing the notebooks and binders beneath the mattress of his bed, taking careful notes in his journal to make sure not a single one was misplaced, since Saphir did have a bit of a tendency to lose things. Those notes were far too important to lose, tidily scrawled in Jade's distinctive handwriting with Saphir's own looping and elegant hand here and there. With the project over and that insurgent Hojo at Jade's side, Saphir saw little to none of his friend and assumed Jade wanted it that way; he committed himself into his studies and took to staying at home when he wasn't in his classes, pouring over those notes and reading them again and again, writing in his journals devotedly if only for the way the documentation reminded him of his wonderful years with Jade.
He changed his name shortly thereafter, from Saphir to Dist (which may or may not have had everything or nothing to do with how the entire replication project sorely 'dissed' him, to employ cleverly witty and fashionably hip use of slang colloquialisms slyly veiled in pseudo-orthographic homophones) in an effort to leave the betrayals of his past behind. After a time, he even rescinded his promise to Jade and began experimenting again, using his research to combine various creatures; after a few rather disturbing stints with cyborgs, half-creature and half-machine (his first love had been the mechanical, after all), he stumbled upon a delightful way to cross chipmunk-meerkats with parrot-eagles, resulting in adorable creatures he dubbed 'cheagles'. He could teach them to speak, much like he could with the original parrot-eagles, but they were herbivorous like the chipmunk-meerkats used in their creation. These new friends would never abandon him, he knew, never forsake him or choose another over him; he grew quite fond of them and spawned an entire collection of them, which took up residence in his house, much to his mother's delight and his father's tolerant amusement.
He did eventually leave his parent's house in Dubrovnik, establishing his own laboratory in the somewhat lonely countryside of central Elysium. There he lived in peace with his cheagles, nurturing his colony and his dashed pride while he created any number of strange and wondrous machines (and also on a whim developed his own line of beauty products, including a volumizing shampoo, a silkening conditioner, and various soaps, creams, and lotions that would help make the rest of the world at least a little closer to his own natural beauty). His line of products, which he dubbed 'Courtesy' (which may or may not have everything or nothing to do with the courtesy ugly people would be doing others in trying to become beautiful, or with the clever play on words relating to his old best friend's new adoptive family's name), sell quite well and are very popular among the ladies of the aristocracy.
Life settled somewhat for Dist until a particular moment seven years ago, when he was approached by a man wanting him to replicate a human being. Naturally, Dist was uncomfortable with so blatantly breaking his promise to Jade (creating cheagles was one thing; copying a human being in its entirety was another). However, the man seemed under the impression that if Dist refused, he'd be able to hunt down Hojo and have him do it, so of course Dist had to oblige and make the replica, lest Hojo botch everything up. It was, perhaps, not the best decision in the end--the man informed him later that his life was in danger due to his creation of a replica, and Dist was placed under house arrest for his own protection, with a fairly regular guard posted to watch over him. Fortunately, however, Dist never really left the house in the first place, though the presence of a watchman seemed to have his mute live-in maid Roberta rather on edge.
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Dist the
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Age: 34
Physical Description: Dist is, in a word, ineffably irreparably indescribably and irresistibly gorgeous. His hair, longish and with stylized and entrancingly off-center bangs, is a natural white that has nothing to do with age and everything to do with unattainable beauty; his spellbinding eyes of a thrillingly brilliant mulberry are often tragically hidden behind shiny round stylish wire-framed glasses, which spare his audience from the full onslaught of his dazzlingly enthralling gaze. His features look as if chiseled from the finest pale marble, sharply defined and dignified.
Dist's fashion sense is innovative, creative, ingenious, and above all, constantly and effortlessly fabulous. Sleek, svelte, and undeniably attractive, he wears his unique attire with confidence and pride, utterly secure in the knowledge that he is the envy of all he sees. Also unique to this rose among men is the chair upon which he sits, a masterful piece of sheer brilliance in engineering, a beautifully and comfortably upholstered chair with eight mechanical legs to propel him anywhere he wishes to go.
Personality: Dist's infinite charm and charisma often put people on edge; they claim he is such coarse and unfitting things as 'annoying' or 'arrogant', and he has even been audaciously accused of being an 'idiot', though the source of such flagrantly slanderous insults was an ultra mega-loser who was clearly just jealous of his intelligence and beauty. In essence, everything about Dist is hyper-prodigal, super-superior, and inescapably enviable; it's really no wonder so many people don't like him--they just can't bear the thought of standing in his shapely stylish and ultra-gorgeous shadow.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Naturally, Dist is not simply an enchantingly pretty face and a fascinatingly graceful and sculpted body; he is, of course, both of these, but as if they weren't enough to make all of humanity tremble in his presence, he is also of all things a genius, capable of unprecedented technological innovations from physics-defying plushies to his own mechanical chair. He has a brilliant mind and can create any number of machines for various purposes, such as crushing his loser enemies into the ground--he also, as a sidenote, had a brief but fairly successful stint as a chemist working in the area of volumizing shampoo.
Weaknesses: Dist is exceptionally lithe and graceful, but because his body is so shapely and beautiful, he is easily susceptible to cold, and though he is quite agile, he tires easily; he is not barbaric and had no need to put himself through the savagery of physical rigors like exercise or combat training, and so if any Neanderthalic ruffians saw fit to give him trouble, he would be more suited to fleeing the conflict than standing up for himself, unless, of course, he had one of his ultra-ingenious fighting machines to deal damage in his stead.
History: Saphir Wyon Neis was born to the wealthy House of Neis hardly a year after the prodigal Jade Balfour, and it was clearly destiny that they should meet. Homeschooled for the first years of his life, he spent his time absorbing information and coming up with radical and brilliant ideas that, to the surprise and delight of his parents, were actually successful when put into action. They praised him to high heaven--his mother was so proud of his fine-boned features and silken hair, and would dote on him and brag to her friends about the angelic nature of her son's appearance; his father was enthralled by Saphir's genius and encouraged him to no end, regaling his friends with recounts of his son's latest experiments and expounding upon his staggering intellect to no end. Saphir grew up basking in praise and admiration, bathed in compliments and adoration, honestly and innocently believing that he really and truly was the most beautiful and most prodigal boy-genius the world had ever seen.
Making quite the name for himself with his astoundingly ingenious inventions before he was even six years old, young Saphir was quickly whisked away into the prestigious Faustus Academy of Institutional Learning, where he gained the acclaim of all his teachers and earned the jealousy of all the other child prodigies in his class. When he was eight years old, he was approached by a professor and asked to come to a very special interview to be an assistant in a revolutionary new form of science, and it was there he met Jade Balfour, who interviewed him and, a few days later, apparently chose him out of all the interviewees as his personal assistant in the most ingenious project known to man.
Saphir had never had a friend before, never had a peer who didn't hate him for being smart, never had someone his own age with whom he could actually discuss things beyond the banal. For three wonderful years, Saphir was Jade's adoring and overeagerly excitable assistant, until a truly evil child burst into his blissful bubble and sent even silver linings to tarnish. His name was Hojo, given name Viasti, and he was everything Saphir was not. Black stringy hair and dark eyes, all frowns and poor hygiene, no sense of humor, and perhaps above all, bad taste in clothes and an utter lack of desire to do anything that might even resemble fun; Saphir's days of happiness and camaraderie with his beloved friend Jade were at an end.
All too soon, that derelict Hojo drove a wedge between the two friends, and when their replication project came to fruition and was a tremendous success, Jade had been driven so far away from Saphir that he actually decided, much to everyone's surprise, to terminate the whole project and destroy everything they'd worked so hard to create. Well, Saphir would have none of that. Those notes and that experiment were all he had left of his beautiful friendship with Jade, since Jade had opted to turn away from him and look to that Hojo for his companionship. Now he wanted Saphir to destroy everything they'd made together, almost as if he was seeking to eliminate all evidence that he'd ever been friends with him in the first place?
No! It wasn't right; it wasn't fair! He'd already lost Jade--ordering him to destroy the only thing he had left of Jade was too cold, too cruel. He stole the notes, ferreting them away and hiding them in various places, lovingly stowing the notebooks and binders beneath the mattress of his bed, taking careful notes in his journal to make sure not a single one was misplaced, since Saphir did have a bit of a tendency to lose things. Those notes were far too important to lose, tidily scrawled in Jade's distinctive handwriting with Saphir's own looping and elegant hand here and there. With the project over and that insurgent Hojo at Jade's side, Saphir saw little to none of his friend and assumed Jade wanted it that way; he committed himself into his studies and took to staying at home when he wasn't in his classes, pouring over those notes and reading them again and again, writing in his journals devotedly if only for the way the documentation reminded him of his wonderful years with Jade.
He changed his name shortly thereafter, from Saphir to Dist (which may or may not have had everything or nothing to do with how the entire replication project sorely 'dissed' him, to employ cleverly witty and fashionably hip use of slang colloquialisms slyly veiled in pseudo-orthographic homophones) in an effort to leave the betrayals of his past behind. After a time, he even rescinded his promise to Jade and began experimenting again, using his research to combine various creatures; after a few rather disturbing stints with cyborgs, half-creature and half-machine (his first love had been the mechanical, after all), he stumbled upon a delightful way to cross chipmunk-meerkats with parrot-eagles, resulting in adorable creatures he dubbed 'cheagles'. He could teach them to speak, much like he could with the original parrot-eagles, but they were herbivorous like the chipmunk-meerkats used in their creation. These new friends would never abandon him, he knew, never forsake him or choose another over him; he grew quite fond of them and spawned an entire collection of them, which took up residence in his house, much to his mother's delight and his father's tolerant amusement.
He did eventually leave his parent's house in Dubrovnik, establishing his own laboratory in the somewhat lonely countryside of central Elysium. There he lived in peace with his cheagles, nurturing his colony and his dashed pride while he created any number of strange and wondrous machines (and also on a whim developed his own line of beauty products, including a volumizing shampoo, a silkening conditioner, and various soaps, creams, and lotions that would help make the rest of the world at least a little closer to his own natural beauty). His line of products, which he dubbed 'Courtesy' (which may or may not have everything or nothing to do with the courtesy ugly people would be doing others in trying to become beautiful, or with the clever play on words relating to his old best friend's new adoptive family's name), sell quite well and are very popular among the ladies of the aristocracy.
Life settled somewhat for Dist until a particular moment seven years ago, when he was approached by a man wanting him to replicate a human being. Naturally, Dist was uncomfortable with so blatantly breaking his promise to Jade (creating cheagles was one thing; copying a human being in its entirety was another). However, the man seemed under the impression that if Dist refused, he'd be able to hunt down Hojo and have him do it, so of course Dist had to oblige and make the replica, lest Hojo botch everything up. It was, perhaps, not the best decision in the end--the man informed him later that his life was in danger due to his creation of a replica, and Dist was placed under house arrest for his own protection, with a fairly regular guard posted to watch over him. Fortunately, however, Dist never really left the house in the first place, though the presence of a watchman seemed to have his mute live-in maid Roberta rather on edge.
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