Post by Ein on Mar 20, 2019 23:01:37 GMT -5
EIN
The Character
Name: Ever-In-Name
(though no one has ever used this name to refer to him after he was born, but it was what his mother intended to call him)
Nicknames: Ein
Gender: Male
Age:29
Race: Wemic
Rank: Commoner
Job: Rat Catcher
Personality:
Ein is an old soul in a young man's body. He's seen a lot, he's done a lot, and most of it is the kind of lot to give a man nightmares. His body was never his, always sold to the highest bidder and passed around like a slab of meat before some wolves, it was only recently that he earned the right to be his own man, but frankly he doesn't know what to do with that freedom and now kind of spends his time wandering, scouring Zikhsot for rats and vermin. It's a lowly job and a messy one at that, his beautiful white coat is often stained by the muck he has to crawl through, but it's an easy job that pays well enough, and he gets to keep his cat Buckshot. Bucky is Ein's only friend, as the wemic is a bit shy and terribly anti-social after being judged his whole life for his color and his species. But he's a good friend, Ein bonded with the cat so strongly in his youth that they now share minds in a way- Bucky can hear Ein's thoughts and intention and in turn Ein can hear Bucky just as clearly. He's often seen talking out loud to the cat as though having a conversation, but it's one sided, cat's can't talk after all right?
Unlike Ein, Bucky is a social cat, though he is a little short tempered and lacks patience. He commands a fleet of 32 felines, most of them strays, and they help Ein catch rats in places too small for the wemic to traverse. Ein runs the show like some kind of military general, sometimes splitting the cats up to corner rodents from multiple directions, like synchronized swimming it's impressive to see the waves of felines moving as one, splitting off, funneling targets like they are enemy soldiers. It goes to show how smart Ein is, how well he handles pressure, and how practical and level-headed he can be. He'd be an excellent advisor for someone who could see past the large X-shaped scar on his face and his haunting brown eyes.
No, for now, Ein pretty much keeps to himself. He has faced a lot of trauma in his life that made it seem like the whole world wanted him to just not exist- from his parents to the people he thought were friends and on, even as low as owners he had as a slave- they were always eager to get rid of him. He was garbage to them all, trash, and when the world repeatedly tells you something like that, you begin to believe them. Though strong, fast and more agile than the cats that he commands, Ein is quiet, reserved and low-key depressed, just trying to survive in a world that seems to hate him. He's very passive, sticks to the outer edges of society where no one will notice him, but he is a loyal, honest, even somewhat humorous fellow with a sharp tongue to go with his sharp wit and advanced intelligence. He has a strong sense of justice and cannot stand by while others are picked on or bothered, treat a woman unfairly and you'll see some teeth and claws out of him, but even this is very rare. He prefers to talk his way out of problems.
History:
All of Ein's problems began when he was born. It was a complicated birth, as the birth of taurian creatures tends to be thanks to their odd body shape, many get stuck in their mother's pelvis and both the child and mother perish. Ein survived his birth, and so did his mother, but sometimes he wishes that he had just been another statistic on the wemic death counter. He was born cursed- wemics are a primitive species that live out in the woods and plains in small nomadic clans, they are heavily connected with nature, able to bond with animals and communicate with them on a supernatural level, but they are also often cruel, reckless and barbaric, as well as being massively superstitious. White wemics like Ein are super rare, so rare that they are considered omens, bad omens. In Ein's case, he was supposed to grow up and kill his father, the leader of his clan, according to a mystic the elder wemic visited in the city. So when his son displayed his brilliant white fur, his father was instantly convinced that he was the one the fortune spoke of- he had many other sons, Ein had a ton of siblings probably, but this was the only one with white fur. Even his mother was sickened by him, she didn't even hold him, she just had the mid-wife take him away. It's the only memory he had of his mother, looking away from him with anger and pain marring her brow beneath her head of long strawberry blonde hair. He doesn't even remember his father at all, save a disembodied voice that said "Dispose of him".
He was left in the snow with the rest of the garbage. His clan just went on without him, left the baby crying in the woods, expecting wolves or a bear to come along to silence it and the ill will that came with it. But he wasn't found by wolves. Instead, he was picked up by a hunting party- a group of five men who seemed to do everything together, including drinking and well... other stuff. They were already fairly tipsy when they came across the baby wemic, whom in their stupor they thought was some sort of wolf pup or mountain lion cub. They took him home where they sobered up and realized what they had found. Wemics are rather rare in this day and age and they had never seen one with a white coat before. So at first, the plan had been to sell him, maybe put him in a freak show or something. But as Ein grew, he grew up tall and strong, he could carry whole kegs of beer or ale for miles and he was a quiet and loyal servant as they didn't bother to teach him anything else. He didn't really venture outside of the manor that these fellows lived in, except when they would go hunting (which he really enjoyed, with his speed and agility, his superhuman senses, and a trusty short bow in his hand, they just sat around while he caught all of the prey). So he was a sheltered boy who knew nothing but servitude... in whatever way the men wanted him to serve.
As he got older, he became less and less attractive to the men, his fangs grew in, he started to grow (a lot of) body hair and it just became too vanilla and boring for the men, he didn't even scream anymore, he just sat there and took whatever they threw at him, no emotion, only "yes master, of course master". It was boring. So they took him out to hunt in the same section of forest he'd been found in, told him to sit down and wait, that they'd be right back, and he just... never saw them again. Blind by his training to please, he obeyed, and sat there for almost ten days, no food to eat and only snow to drink, he nearly died, perhaps that would've been more merciful. But instead, guess who wandered back that way. His father recognized him instantly, by this point he was a teenager with an usually thick mane growing in. He had a brown ring around his waist though, the same brown ring as all of his brothers, of his father, and of his father before him, it was their mark, he belonged with them.
Especially because his mother had apparently died, she committed suicide after her following three litters were all white cubs. They died in the cold and frozen wastelands like they were supposed to. Ein was the only one to survive. His father found it odd and worrisome, as this boy was supposed to be the one to take him down, the white ghost in his crown of thorns. But he took the chance anyway, the boy was strong, he was unusually fast even for a wemic, and he was slick and agile, well built, a machine that could do almost anything. The clan had some use for him. But by then Ein was already broken. He lived passively among his clan for a few years, not really helping them so much as watching them from afar, but he did go with the females on hunts and they adored him. With his trusty shortbow, he could hit anything right up the ass with an arrow, they barely had to work at all, he was something of a savant at it. His father was most impressed, but in an obsessive unhealthy way. He wanted to use his son's gift to take over Bareal and then slowly, with the help of other clans, push into the capital to finally have a safe place to sleep, a house to live in, to have a home. But Ein wanted no part in this would be war, humans way outnumbered the wemics 100 to 1, it would be a slaughter, the extinction of their species. But his father was determined, he was putting spears in the hands of children, teaching them to stab, ordering them to kill before they even knew what death really was. They were mindless robots in his shadow and Ein just could not sit by and let such misfortune fall upon the whole species, upon women, upon children.
He honored the prophecy that his father had been so worried about. He picked a day, the land drenched in a thick fog, the wind strong to carry the scent of blood far away, and yet at the same time, he was bold in his pursuit. Some part of him was angry for being abandoned, for being accepted only to be used like a wet rag, he was only valuable when they needed him. The leader was needed all of the time, if he usurped his father, he'd not only save the species but maybe, just maybe, the clan could grow to like him as their leader. He really didn't mean to kill his father, crude and disgusting as he was, life was precious to Ein. But the man was a talker, he talked until the very end, triggering something in his son that enraged him. With his dagger that he kept on his belt for close quarters combat was driven deep into the older wemic's chest... 36 times. Ein barely remembers doing it. But when he was caught, crouched over the body, bloodied knife in hand, his pristine white coat stained red, the clan knew exactly what he had done.
Usually, when the son kills the father, he takes his father's vacant spot in the clan. But the world hated Ein, and his clan was no exception, even the females that held him in such high regard on the hunts, now they turned away, just like his mother, no support, no words of encouragement, not even a hint of sadness in their eyes, just a silent ignorance. He knew his fate then. They cast him out, marking his face with the mark of the four headed serpent- a large x carved into his face between his eyes, marking him as an outcast among wemic society. He was to never return.
He was actually happy about this, he didn't want their acceptance, they had already denied him twice, that was enough to get the message through. He quickly moved away from the plains to the city of Zikhsot where he tried different ways of making a living. Sexual favors were the obvious solution and he did his fair share of selling his body. But, as he got older and learned more, he discovered rat catching was not only hugely necessary but it was also under represented in society. Nobody wanted to crawl through the sewers to catch mice, he'd be alone down there, just him and the army of stray cats that he amassed over the years. It was perfect. Bucky, a big brown Maine-Coon-like tabby, always lead the charge, looking to Ein for hand signals and trained commands until they were no longer necessary and the cat and he became almost one entity. They shared head space, which was super helpful for Ein, whose low-key depression was not actually low key at all. Sharing his thoughts and feelings, memories and emotions, with the cat helped him sort through it a bit, to realize that it wasn't his fault that he'd been a victim of so much hate. He wasn't wrong, they were wrong.
Though he never really attempted to commit suicide, he attributes a lot of that to Bucky who was always there for him when he needed a soft voice and some rubbins to make the pain go away.
Now, at 29 years old, Ein is a poorly adjusted but still functional adult. He kills rats and rodents in the city as a part of the sanitation department, keeping things clean and being paid by the king and his group of advisors and such. He doesn't get paid a lot but it's enough that he was able to buy a house wedged between the high rising palace and the far western wall. It is small and quaint, cluttered- he has more stuff than he should for a house that small but it's an organized sort of clutter, making the place look lived in rather than filty. It is always swarming with cats- again he has 33 of them, though many of them stay outside on the porch where Ein has built them a little shelter and some climbing apparatuses to keep them amused. He feeds them the excess meat, guts, bones, horns and hooves from the local butcher, whatever they can spare he takes and though the butcher has no use for this Offal and usually throws it out anyway, Ein always insists on paying for it, even though he really doesn't have much to give. He's just a really soft, sensitive, generous guy beneath all of that pain and all of that loss. If someone could take some of this baggage off of his shoulders and didn't treat him like a second class citizen, he might have a chance of living a full and healthy life.
Trivia:
Behind the Scenes
Name/Nickname: Thor
(though no one has ever used this name to refer to him after he was born, but it was what his mother intended to call him)
Nicknames: Ein
Gender: Male
Age:29
Race: Wemic
Rank: Commoner
Job: Rat Catcher
Personality:
Ein is an old soul in a young man's body. He's seen a lot, he's done a lot, and most of it is the kind of lot to give a man nightmares. His body was never his, always sold to the highest bidder and passed around like a slab of meat before some wolves, it was only recently that he earned the right to be his own man, but frankly he doesn't know what to do with that freedom and now kind of spends his time wandering, scouring Zikhsot for rats and vermin. It's a lowly job and a messy one at that, his beautiful white coat is often stained by the muck he has to crawl through, but it's an easy job that pays well enough, and he gets to keep his cat Buckshot. Bucky is Ein's only friend, as the wemic is a bit shy and terribly anti-social after being judged his whole life for his color and his species. But he's a good friend, Ein bonded with the cat so strongly in his youth that they now share minds in a way- Bucky can hear Ein's thoughts and intention and in turn Ein can hear Bucky just as clearly. He's often seen talking out loud to the cat as though having a conversation, but it's one sided, cat's can't talk after all right?
Unlike Ein, Bucky is a social cat, though he is a little short tempered and lacks patience. He commands a fleet of 32 felines, most of them strays, and they help Ein catch rats in places too small for the wemic to traverse. Ein runs the show like some kind of military general, sometimes splitting the cats up to corner rodents from multiple directions, like synchronized swimming it's impressive to see the waves of felines moving as one, splitting off, funneling targets like they are enemy soldiers. It goes to show how smart Ein is, how well he handles pressure, and how practical and level-headed he can be. He'd be an excellent advisor for someone who could see past the large X-shaped scar on his face and his haunting brown eyes.
No, for now, Ein pretty much keeps to himself. He has faced a lot of trauma in his life that made it seem like the whole world wanted him to just not exist- from his parents to the people he thought were friends and on, even as low as owners he had as a slave- they were always eager to get rid of him. He was garbage to them all, trash, and when the world repeatedly tells you something like that, you begin to believe them. Though strong, fast and more agile than the cats that he commands, Ein is quiet, reserved and low-key depressed, just trying to survive in a world that seems to hate him. He's very passive, sticks to the outer edges of society where no one will notice him, but he is a loyal, honest, even somewhat humorous fellow with a sharp tongue to go with his sharp wit and advanced intelligence. He has a strong sense of justice and cannot stand by while others are picked on or bothered, treat a woman unfairly and you'll see some teeth and claws out of him, but even this is very rare. He prefers to talk his way out of problems.
History:
All of Ein's problems began when he was born. It was a complicated birth, as the birth of taurian creatures tends to be thanks to their odd body shape, many get stuck in their mother's pelvis and both the child and mother perish. Ein survived his birth, and so did his mother, but sometimes he wishes that he had just been another statistic on the wemic death counter. He was born cursed- wemics are a primitive species that live out in the woods and plains in small nomadic clans, they are heavily connected with nature, able to bond with animals and communicate with them on a supernatural level, but they are also often cruel, reckless and barbaric, as well as being massively superstitious. White wemics like Ein are super rare, so rare that they are considered omens, bad omens. In Ein's case, he was supposed to grow up and kill his father, the leader of his clan, according to a mystic the elder wemic visited in the city. So when his son displayed his brilliant white fur, his father was instantly convinced that he was the one the fortune spoke of- he had many other sons, Ein had a ton of siblings probably, but this was the only one with white fur. Even his mother was sickened by him, she didn't even hold him, she just had the mid-wife take him away. It's the only memory he had of his mother, looking away from him with anger and pain marring her brow beneath her head of long strawberry blonde hair. He doesn't even remember his father at all, save a disembodied voice that said "Dispose of him".
He was left in the snow with the rest of the garbage. His clan just went on without him, left the baby crying in the woods, expecting wolves or a bear to come along to silence it and the ill will that came with it. But he wasn't found by wolves. Instead, he was picked up by a hunting party- a group of five men who seemed to do everything together, including drinking and well... other stuff. They were already fairly tipsy when they came across the baby wemic, whom in their stupor they thought was some sort of wolf pup or mountain lion cub. They took him home where they sobered up and realized what they had found. Wemics are rather rare in this day and age and they had never seen one with a white coat before. So at first, the plan had been to sell him, maybe put him in a freak show or something. But as Ein grew, he grew up tall and strong, he could carry whole kegs of beer or ale for miles and he was a quiet and loyal servant as they didn't bother to teach him anything else. He didn't really venture outside of the manor that these fellows lived in, except when they would go hunting (which he really enjoyed, with his speed and agility, his superhuman senses, and a trusty short bow in his hand, they just sat around while he caught all of the prey). So he was a sheltered boy who knew nothing but servitude... in whatever way the men wanted him to serve.
As he got older, he became less and less attractive to the men, his fangs grew in, he started to grow (a lot of) body hair and it just became too vanilla and boring for the men, he didn't even scream anymore, he just sat there and took whatever they threw at him, no emotion, only "yes master, of course master". It was boring. So they took him out to hunt in the same section of forest he'd been found in, told him to sit down and wait, that they'd be right back, and he just... never saw them again. Blind by his training to please, he obeyed, and sat there for almost ten days, no food to eat and only snow to drink, he nearly died, perhaps that would've been more merciful. But instead, guess who wandered back that way. His father recognized him instantly, by this point he was a teenager with an usually thick mane growing in. He had a brown ring around his waist though, the same brown ring as all of his brothers, of his father, and of his father before him, it was their mark, he belonged with them.
Especially because his mother had apparently died, she committed suicide after her following three litters were all white cubs. They died in the cold and frozen wastelands like they were supposed to. Ein was the only one to survive. His father found it odd and worrisome, as this boy was supposed to be the one to take him down, the white ghost in his crown of thorns. But he took the chance anyway, the boy was strong, he was unusually fast even for a wemic, and he was slick and agile, well built, a machine that could do almost anything. The clan had some use for him. But by then Ein was already broken. He lived passively among his clan for a few years, not really helping them so much as watching them from afar, but he did go with the females on hunts and they adored him. With his trusty shortbow, he could hit anything right up the ass with an arrow, they barely had to work at all, he was something of a savant at it. His father was most impressed, but in an obsessive unhealthy way. He wanted to use his son's gift to take over Bareal and then slowly, with the help of other clans, push into the capital to finally have a safe place to sleep, a house to live in, to have a home. But Ein wanted no part in this would be war, humans way outnumbered the wemics 100 to 1, it would be a slaughter, the extinction of their species. But his father was determined, he was putting spears in the hands of children, teaching them to stab, ordering them to kill before they even knew what death really was. They were mindless robots in his shadow and Ein just could not sit by and let such misfortune fall upon the whole species, upon women, upon children.
He honored the prophecy that his father had been so worried about. He picked a day, the land drenched in a thick fog, the wind strong to carry the scent of blood far away, and yet at the same time, he was bold in his pursuit. Some part of him was angry for being abandoned, for being accepted only to be used like a wet rag, he was only valuable when they needed him. The leader was needed all of the time, if he usurped his father, he'd not only save the species but maybe, just maybe, the clan could grow to like him as their leader. He really didn't mean to kill his father, crude and disgusting as he was, life was precious to Ein. But the man was a talker, he talked until the very end, triggering something in his son that enraged him. With his dagger that he kept on his belt for close quarters combat was driven deep into the older wemic's chest... 36 times. Ein barely remembers doing it. But when he was caught, crouched over the body, bloodied knife in hand, his pristine white coat stained red, the clan knew exactly what he had done.
Usually, when the son kills the father, he takes his father's vacant spot in the clan. But the world hated Ein, and his clan was no exception, even the females that held him in such high regard on the hunts, now they turned away, just like his mother, no support, no words of encouragement, not even a hint of sadness in their eyes, just a silent ignorance. He knew his fate then. They cast him out, marking his face with the mark of the four headed serpent- a large x carved into his face between his eyes, marking him as an outcast among wemic society. He was to never return.
He was actually happy about this, he didn't want their acceptance, they had already denied him twice, that was enough to get the message through. He quickly moved away from the plains to the city of Zikhsot where he tried different ways of making a living. Sexual favors were the obvious solution and he did his fair share of selling his body. But, as he got older and learned more, he discovered rat catching was not only hugely necessary but it was also under represented in society. Nobody wanted to crawl through the sewers to catch mice, he'd be alone down there, just him and the army of stray cats that he amassed over the years. It was perfect. Bucky, a big brown Maine-Coon-like tabby, always lead the charge, looking to Ein for hand signals and trained commands until they were no longer necessary and the cat and he became almost one entity. They shared head space, which was super helpful for Ein, whose low-key depression was not actually low key at all. Sharing his thoughts and feelings, memories and emotions, with the cat helped him sort through it a bit, to realize that it wasn't his fault that he'd been a victim of so much hate. He wasn't wrong, they were wrong.
Though he never really attempted to commit suicide, he attributes a lot of that to Bucky who was always there for him when he needed a soft voice and some rubbins to make the pain go away.
Now, at 29 years old, Ein is a poorly adjusted but still functional adult. He kills rats and rodents in the city as a part of the sanitation department, keeping things clean and being paid by the king and his group of advisors and such. He doesn't get paid a lot but it's enough that he was able to buy a house wedged between the high rising palace and the far western wall. It is small and quaint, cluttered- he has more stuff than he should for a house that small but it's an organized sort of clutter, making the place look lived in rather than filty. It is always swarming with cats- again he has 33 of them, though many of them stay outside on the porch where Ein has built them a little shelter and some climbing apparatuses to keep them amused. He feeds them the excess meat, guts, bones, horns and hooves from the local butcher, whatever they can spare he takes and though the butcher has no use for this Offal and usually throws it out anyway, Ein always insists on paying for it, even though he really doesn't have much to give. He's just a really soft, sensitive, generous guy beneath all of that pain and all of that loss. If someone could take some of this baggage off of his shoulders and didn't treat him like a second class citizen, he might have a chance of living a full and healthy life.
Trivia:
- Though he officially takes care of 33 cats, he is never seen with his brown tabby cat Buckshot. Bucky is a big cat who likes to be coddled and fussed over but only to a certain point, he is clearly more trusting of Ein than random strangers but he's a handsome cat and he knows it so he likes when people recognize him for the beautiful boy that he is. He's a little stuck up and snobbish, but also smart and witty. He's usually seen draped over Ein's shoulders.
- All of the other 32 feral cats have names and personalities too. To list a few; Boltfire- a white male who is missing an eye and is usually at the front of the pack as he is bold and fearless if a little combative, Breakblade- a huge male orange tabby who got his name because fragments of a sword were found embedded in his chest and though they had to be surgically removed he came away healthy and happy to hunt for his master, Starfall- one of the few females in the group she is also probably the most affectionate not to mention beautiful with her calico coat, Slicksilver- a young male just barely over a year old he's a piebald tabby with a lot of heart but not a whole lot of patience or accuracy he's typically useless on the hunt, Tallfire- a slender oriental male with a bright red/orange coat he is the fastest cat in the group, Blackspring- obviously named for his jumping ability he's a somewhat dainty black cat with a long fluffy coat he is weary of strangers but sweet once he opens up a little.
- Unlike most wemics who tend to be barbaric and uncivilized, Ein taught himself how to read and now likes to study books on magic. So far it hasn't done anything for him other than entertain, but who knows, if he studies a lot who knows what could happen.
- His lower torso sports the thick long and excessive mane of a Barbary lion, a legendary beast. The thick fur cover helps protect his chest from blades, though when it gets wet, it takes forever to dry out.
- He was born in Winter and, by the modern zodiac would be on the cusp of Pisces and Aquarious.
- His weapon of choice is a short bow that he had to steal from a bandit because no one in the city would make him one- everyone, even humans, are weary of white wemics.
- He's really good at making sounds with his mouth and doing impressions of people. He can also sing really well, though he has yet to find an instrument to master. His voice actor is Taron Egerton.
Behind the Scenes
Name/Nickname: Thor
