Post by balitiger23 on Jun 19, 2009 18:47:09 GMT -7
†Setmi-Sau-Deshermes†
†Chaos†
†General Information†
[/center]Full Name: Deshermes, Setmi Sau
Nicknames: Set, Chaos
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Age they appear: 30-something
Race: Werewolf
Orentation: Homosexual
Health Problems: Has schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder and post traumatic stress disorder. Is pyrophobic, claustrophobic, and has a minor allergy to silver. Is very susceptible to sun burns and heat stroke and has very light sensitive eyes because of his albinism. Is missing his left leg from mid-calf down.
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Setmi is not one to encourage conflict, and yet he somehow always manages to grind someone the wrong way, although his ability to take the fast lane in back tracking and trying over usually negates any conflict that may have occured. Should he get into a fight, he is an honorable fighter; as long as his opponent plays by the rules - or his perception of the rules at least - Setmi will as well. However he can fight dirty if need be. Hitting below the belt is rather grievous under normal circumstances, but add a metal prosthetic leg into the equation and his hits - or kicks, rather - are suddenly deadly if used against a weak or non-supernatural. Despite being horridly thin, he is thoroughly muscled, like that of a triathelete. He does try to avoid physical contact, though he is always game for a verbal sparring match. Setmi has his own justial system that he stands by, punishing himself should he stray from the path he has set before himself. He rarely shifts to fight; his 6'2" frame is a hell of a lot more impressive than his small wolf form.
Despite having skewed views on reality, Setmi is probably more honorable than most sane people. Even though he's been kicked repeatedly when he's down, he doesn't hold what happened to him in the past against those who had nothing to do with it. In fact, Setmi feels this driving need to shelter others, to protect them from ever possibly going through what he had too. Of course, this courtesy is extended to the male populace only. Setmi is monogomous, and he truly believes that who he just slept with is the one he is going to be with for the rest of his life, and can become quite heartbroken when he wakes up and finds his partner gone without a trace. He didn't quite understand what a prostitute is, but after waking up alone a few times after bedding one, he learned rather quickly, especially when his wallet continuously went missing.
Setmi is an undiagnosed schizophrenic and he has borderline personality disorder as well as post traumatic stress disorder. He sees, hears, feels, tastes and smells things that aren't really there. He has a fear of being alone, so much it is nearly a phobia, and yet he is a sociopath. His mood swings are wild and irregular, with bouts of hyper mania one moment and depression the next. His view on reality is skewed, allowing him to believe nearly everything, which can lead him to be led awry easier than most. When in certain moods, he can have difficulty speaking and words will often get tangled up in his mouth as a sort of 'word salad'. Setmi has a very low self-esteem and self-image, and add on top of that his horrific scars, a missing limb and a lack of skin pigmentation, and society readily shuns him and his 'Mr. Hyde' appearance.
Setmi is also very claustrophobic, terrified of fire and loathes the woman populace with a vengeance, no matter their species. Due to his prosthetic leg he has a slight hitch when he walks, not quite a limp, but anyone who watches him closely will be able to tell that something about his walk isn't quite right. He has a hard time running when human, though as a tripod wolf he has no problem getting around as efficiently as any wolf who still has all their limbs. Not being able to run while human isn't so much of a bad thing though; those who see a six foot plus scarred up albino man running down the street are bound to call the cops or simply try to attack him, depending on the person. Because of his albinism Setmi has very light sensitive eyes, as well as very fair skin that doesn't agree with the sun at all. However, he merely rectifies these problems by rarely going out during the day. Instead, he frequents the night life, and all its guilty pleasures.
At any time, Setmi can be seen licking his face with his unusually longue tongue. Also, ironically, Setmi has a minor allergy to silver. It causes a slight tingling sensation when he has momentary contact with it, but will leave a rather nasty rash should he hold on to it.
He has an extreme soft spot for children, pre-teens and young teenagers, and will 'adopt' them if it appears as though they are alone, especially the young teenagers. It is advisable that parents keep their children away from him, for he will 'save' them from the adults, especially the mother. And all the young teen boys out there better be careful, because he won't exactly be treating them as a child.
Likes:
† Men
† Children
† The night
† Sex
† Animals
Hates:
† Women
† Crowds
† Being alone
† Fire
† Enclosed spaces
Talents:
† Cooking
† Getting into trouble
† Pissing people off
† Drinking and never getting drunk
† Sexual prowess
Habits:
† Unconsciously licks his face at odd times with his unusually long tongue
† Taps his prosthetic foot when anxious
† Runs a hand through his hair when nervous
† Prefers to use body language and facial expressions rather than speaking
† He sniffs people, something he picked up from spending too long in wolf form
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Pink
Build: Wiry yet muscular, like a triathelete, though he's still too thin
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: Many scars, the worst being the burn scars on his upper body and his missing left leg
Choice of Clothing: Anything that hides his scars, though sometimes he will wear the most revealing clothing possible when trying to use the creep factor
Wolf Appearance: A very scrawny looking wolf, due to his old packs habit of inbreeding among members, he looks more like a jackal then an actual wolf. Being completely white, the mistake is an easy one to make with no breed specific markings to set him apart. His eyes remain pink and as he takes off his prosthetic leg before he shifts (if he doesn't have time it falls off anyways) he is a tripod, missing his hind left leg from mid-calf down. Despite being a rather tall human, as a wolf Setmi if pathetically small when compared to others of his kind. At 2'6" and 90 lbs he's definitely no heavyweight.
Other: Setmi is 6'2" and 153 lbs, and an albino Egyptian. His hair is cropped very close to his head, he can't grow any facial hair and his body hair is next to non-existant, and what he does have is hard to see against his pale skin. He's very tall and gangly, as though he never filled in after he hit puberty. He's by no means attractive with his too-angular face and almost caricature-esque proportions, not too mention his dozens of scars and missing limb. His prosthetic limb was originally made for a dog, but was modified to fit him by a retired veternarian with too much time on his hands.
†History:†
History:
Setmi was born in a barren land with hardly any vegetation and sparse life; the Egyptian desert. His mother and father were the leaders of a cult, called Kem, that was based on the ideology that werewolves that worshipped the God Anpu/Anubis were superior due to their close connection with the God. Kem was a very isolated group, resulting in much inbreeding within that resulted in the werewolves looking more like jackals then wolves, which only strengthened their beliefs. They hold themselves seperate from the rest of world, and have very limited contact with the rest of society. This has caused them to have different customs and a very tight knit society.
Setmi was the second born of twins, Mri being his elder brother. His mother, a strong woman named Uarta, was ecstatic at her newborn sons, but her husband, Desher, was not pleased in the least. For both sons were albino, and according to the Keeper of Doors, they would be brought into damnation by the Duat Saut. Now Desher could not flat out kill his first born sons, but he conveniently left Mri out in the sun at only two months old while Uarta was off in the city, allowing his eldest son to die of heatstroke. Figuring the prophecy could not come true if Setmi was the only remaining Sau, Desher was content with allowing Setmi to survive.
However, when Setmi was seven years old, his father began to use his fists upon his remaining son because of deterioration within Kem which he blamed on Setmi. Setmi learned to take the abuse, which only made him a target for the others in Kem. Like Desher, the others believed that Setmi was the cause for their hardships. Mila, the second-in-command, was the only one other than Uarta who showed the young child any sort of compassion. Despite Mila being nearly twenty years Setmi's senior, he had grown to fancy the albino, and a month before Setmi turned eight years old, Mila raped him. Threatening Setmi's life if he told but a soul, Mila used Setmi for his own pleasure for three agonizing years, awakening Setmi's shifter side entirely too early. Mila committed suicide shortly after.
Four years after Mila's death, Setmi still only had basic control over his shifting, and when he shifted to one form or the other, he found himself stuck there for upwards of a month. During one such time, he had gotten stuck in his wolf form, and had wandered a ways from the cult members. A mile or so away, he met Ahn, a Pariah dog that frequented the city limits. Ahn amused Setmi, for he mimicked the humans he begged for scraps from in many ways, such as smiling with his teeth, waving a paw in both greetings and farewell, and delivering licks of his tongue within Setmi's mouth which Setmi understood to be the canine equivalent of a human kiss. Fascinated by the animal, Setmi sought out Ahn more and more frequently, spending much of his days with the dog and choosing to remain in his wolf form, much to Desher's displeasure. It wasn't too long before Setmi deduced that he fancied Ahn, and he grew depressed, knowing from Kem that two males were forbidden to be together. Yet Setmi enjoyed the Pariah dogs company until four months after their first meeting, Ahn simply stopped visiting.
Setmi plummeted into a deep depression, moping around, hardly eating and longing for Ahn’s company once more. His father tried to drag Setmi from his miserable state by beating some sense into him. When Setmi simply lay down and took the abuse, Desher grew enraged and inflicted several grievous injuries onto his only son. Setmi’s mother turned a blind eye and ear, but the rest of Kem took note and served to only increase Setmi’s misery by taunting him and bullying him as well. Setmi was banned from assuming his wolf form, and was severely punished if it was found that he had disobeyed orders.
When Setmi was a sixteen years old he was introduced to Asrean, a new addition to Kem. Asrean did not shun Setmi for his appearance or his place in Kem's prophecy. The two were soon to be seen spending all their time with each other, and Asrean proved to be charming, witty and affectionate. Once again Setmi found himself falling for a male, and once again he sank into depression, feeling that he was somehow betraying the vanished Ahn with his flirtations towards Asrean. Asrean sensed Setmi's misery and inquired on it. Setmi took a leap of faith and told Asrean everything; the prophecy, Desher killing Mri and beating on Setmi, the multiple rapes from Mila, learning he could shift and learning how to control it, and Ahn's disappearance. Asrean was disgusted by the cult leaders behavior towards his own blood, and he confronted Desher later on in the night. Upon finding out Asrean's closeness with his son, Desher ordered Asrean killed, and the rest of Kem fell upon him with knives, daggers, teeth and claws.
Setmi grew even more withdrawn and miserable, wallowing in self-pity and sorrow, nearly dieing from the combination of starvation, exhaustion and depression. Uarta cared for him as best she could, and Setmi slowly regained his health under her nursing despite his father continuously beating on him even in his time of sickness. Setmi was nearly nineteen years old when he finally recovered, though his mind had deteriorated steadily throughout his illness. He started seeing and hearing things that were not truly there.
Four months after he turned nineteen, Setmi was approached by a small female who was interested in being his wife. Desher leaped upon the opportunity to show his son how to be a real man and pushed Setmi into marrying Khemu, an easily-cowed, whiny and annoying woman. Settling into a small village north of his father’s, Setmi tried to tolerate Khemu for his fathers sake. He quickly grew irritated with Khemu, and lashed out in anger. He used this method more and more until Khemu was battered, bruised and covered in marks from Setmi’s frequent beatings. Enjoying this new found power, Setmi abused her whenever she was too mouthy, or didn’t bring home a meal, or even looked at him wrong; any reason sufficed, so long as Setmi was finally able to prove he was stronger. Unbelievably, Khemu suffered through it, and it wasn’t until Setmi denied her children that she left him in search of a male that would. Infuriated, Setmi tracked her down easily and furiously beat on her. The sun rose on the scene of Setmi standing above Khemu’s broken, bleeding and very much lifeless body. Having not eaten well for a long time, he ate her corpse, keening as he did so. Ashamed at his actions, Setmi returned to the spit of land he and Khemu had shared and mourned, though he didn’t fall back into depression as he was accustomed to.
Setmi visited his father for the first time since he and Khemu had been married, nearly two years prior. He revealed what he had done to his father, and when Desher attempted to beat him Setmi surprised his father and fought back. Nearly demanding Setmi’s immediate death, Desher was stopped by Setmi’s mother, and instead banished Setmi from Kem's land. Setmi immediately headed towards the city, in search of the long lost Ahn.
The city was not hard to locate, but upon arrival Setmi was quickly lost in the smelly, alien world. Used to the open lands where only wild things lived, this sudden new experience full of new people and new rules nearly sent him fleeing. He searched the city until he was nearly twenty one, when he was ambushed by a local pack of werewolves. Mauled and finally thrown into a burning building, Setmi could not move due to the injuries he had sustained. His throat torn open and his torso severely burnt, along with several other gashes, Setmi was saved that day by a strange man who dragged him from the blaze.
The man took Setmi to his home where Setmi had no choice but to allow the man to bandage his wounds and feed him. Left alone with only his thoughts for company most of the time, Setmi's dementia bloomed fully. He began to see small lights that he called 'flutters' that spoke within his mind in a mindless chatter that he could not understand, and the shadows taking on the shapes and voices of his dead lovers, and when his emotions became strong his words would get tangled up in his mouth.
A couple of weeks into his recovery, the man found Setmi speaking to the curtains hanging around the windows. He asked what Setmi was doing, and Setmi grinned and pointed at the curtains, proceeding to introduce him to Mila, the latter of who was long dead. Frightened,the man quickly strapped Setmi to the bed. There he stayed, drugged and tied down as his wounds healed. Just as the man was about to allow him to leave, Setmi shifted to his wolf form and slipped out of the straps, wishing to leave and find Ahn again. As he jumped off the bed, he had a delusion that his left hind leg was speaking to him in the voice of the murdered Khemu and he promptly sunk his teeth in and proceeded to gnaw his leg off, before consuming it.
The man found him bleeding on the floor and shot the werewolf full of sedatives and tied him back down, bandaging up the leg and keeping Setmi on antibiotics and pain killers. Setmi awoke long enough to hear the man telling him that as soon as he was fully healed, he was to get out of his house. When Setmi was healed enough, the man fitted him with a prosthetic limb and kicked him to the streets. Turned out the man was a veternarian, and had equipped Setmi with a modified dog leg prosthetic. It took some time to get used to his awkward prosthetic, but everything was better when Setmi found Ahn once more. He fled the city with Ahn in tow, and they vanished into the desert to live off the land.
Setmi and Ahn were lovers for ten long years when Ahn died of old age. Setmi mourned the Pariah dog that he had called his own and went to visit his parents to speak with his mother. He arrived finding that his father had killed Uarta and taken on a new wife. Enraged, Setmi allowed the voices chattering in his head to overwhelm him, and he slaughtered his father, feeding off of his carcass as he had on Khemu's so many years ago. Fleeing the rest of Kem, Setmi wandered aimlessly, hitchhiking and walking until he found himself in London, England.
And thus the next chapter of his story begins.
Mother: Uarta Petbinti (Mother/Deceased)
Father: Desher Sabmes (Father/Deceased)
Sibling: Mri Deshermes (Twin Brother/Deceased)
Offspring: N/A
Other:
Asrean Maatmes (Boyfriend/Deceased)
Khemu Antchubinti (Wife/Deceased)
Ahn (Lover/Pet/Deceased)
†RP example:†
(Based off an Alternate Universe where Ahn is a shifter hired by Setmi's father to kill Setmi.)
Setmi looked at the piece of paper in his hand. An address was written clearly on it, matching the street sign he stood beside. He looked back up and his thin lips pressed together. The building was an old apartment complex, and looked to have been abandoned a few years back. The door was boarded, as were nearly all the windows; the ones that weren't were broken. There was a lot of graffiti, some of it new, most if it faded from time and the weather.
He looked up and thought he caught movement in one of the broken windows. His heart skipped a beat and the paper slipped from his hand and fluttered into the gutter. He narrowed his eyes and searched the window for any more signs of life, but the building didn't seem to want to give up its secrets so easily. A car drove by and Setmi involuntarily flinched when the headlights passed over him. He had disappeared through one of the unboarded, broken windows before the driver would even have had a chance to register the albino had been standing there at all.
Once inside, he almost daintily sniffed the air, hoping to catch his queries scent. The apartment he was in was littered with beer bottles, old cigarette butts, used condoms and a lone broken bong in one corner. The other rooms were most likely identical in their appearance. The homeless, addicts and partyers had overused the abandoned complex. The lingering smells of the desperate clung to his nostrils as he made his way to the door out into the hallway. The door was hanging askew on its hinges, and once in the hallway he understood it was lucky to even still be there. The rest of the doors were missing.
He found some of the doors when he arrived at the end of the hall; they were situated so as to block the way up the stairs. It took no time to move them out of the way and head up. Wondering how he was possibly going to know which apartment number was the correct one with no doors to aid him, he arrived on the third floor and halted dead in his tracks. His nostrils flared and his pink eyes darted to the door that blocked his vision of the hallway. Being what he was had its advantages though, especially in moments such as this. Vision wasn't his first or even second sense of choice. His ears and nose gave him far more intricate details that his eyes simply couldn't compare too.
His feet carried him to the door and he wrenched it open with enough force to tear it from the rotting door frame and send it crashing down the stairs. He no longer needed to be quiet; his nose couldn't lie to him. Rushing to the second last door on the left, he stopped just inside and allowed his jaw to drop. He had been expecting to find his old lover held hostage, and instead he found a man with Ahn's scent cloaked about him in a most potent manner. Had his smell not given him away, Setmi wouldn't have even seen him. The man was in a dark corner and the window was one of the few that was covered in boards, allowing little light to seep in. He was practically invisible.
A sound reached Setmi's ears and it took him a moment to realize the deep growling was coming from his own throat. He bit it back and squinted in an attempt to make out the mans appearance to no avail. Growling again, he stepped further into the apartment.
Setmi bared his teeth in a snarl that and took another step, still trying to see past the shroud of darkness that hid the stranger that smelled so much like his lost lover. "Where is Ahn?"
†Let's talk about you:†
Name: Hilary Francis
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