Post by Torrid on Jan 14, 2016 14:27:17 GMT -5
"I didn't ask to be born fabulous."
Basics
Name: Torrid
Alias: Responds to "Dr. Jones," though that is not his last name.
Sex: Male
S/O: Heteroflexible.
Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral
S/O: Heteroflexible.
Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral
Age: There's a discrepancy between 15 and 45 years old due to time spent in Purgatory-adjacent realm. His species, however, reaches sexual maturity at age seven. He's in the mindset of a 28 year old, so lets go with that.
Voiced by: Josh Radnor (Ted Mosby - How I Met Your Mother).
Physiology
"I swear, the next person to call me a skinwalker, I will skin them and then walk on it."
Species: There's no quick-and-dirty way to explain his species. Apparently, in the pits of Hell,Alistair was very creative. He experimented with new forms of torture by pureeinghuman souls with those of hellhounds. The result was, ultimately, a sentient creature that can change between humanoid and hellhound-like forms.
Appearance: He has two, and I'll split them by human and feral forms respectively:
His human form is a hair shorter than Sam, and slightly more lean. He has tanned skin, fire-red hair, crimson eyes, and a gigantic smile. "If you want to know if the curtains match the carpet, you'll have to ask nicely." (It does.) He has a black tattoo of the word "Hero" over his heart, and a large back tattoo of the Seal of Solomon, except with a wolf's head instead of a scorpion.
His Feral form weighs in roughly 400lbs, and stands 5'8" at the shoulder. He has a thick, red lion's mane, two-toned dark grey fur, and tail that curls over. This form can have an incorporeal quality to it at times, appearing semi-transparent or invisible altogether. His eyes are reflective and prone to glowing red in the dark. Fangs measure an inch at the longest and 1/4 inch at the shortest.
Clothes may be optional for both forms, but there's one thing that you will never see him without: the sword strapped to his back. What it does, why it sometimes glows, and how it pertains to his story is not information he shares freely.
"Into battle... WE RIDE!!"
His Feral form weighs in roughly 400lbs, and stands 5'8" at the shoulder. He has a thick, red lion's mane, two-toned dark grey fur, and tail that curls over. This form can have an incorporeal quality to it at times, appearing semi-transparent or invisible altogether. His eyes are reflective and prone to glowing red in the dark. Fangs measure an inch at the longest and 1/4 inch at the shortest.
Clothes may be optional for both forms, but there's one thing that you will never see him without: the sword strapped to his back. What it does, why it sometimes glows, and how it pertains to his story is not information he shares freely.
"Into battle... WE RIDE!!"
"That outfit is very becoming on you. But then again, if I was on you, I'd be coming too."
That's something he's not lacking. If you were to condense this guy down into a few words, they'd be: Mischievous, flirtatious, unabashed, extroverted, wolfish, salacious, dauntless, persuasive, expressive, social, and confident. He's the one striving to be the life of the party, and takes pride in his ability to instigate trouble of all kinds. He will be your confidante, your wingman, or your worst enemy, all hitching on your sense of humor. This is all his main defense mechanism since arriving in this realm... He quickly learned that he's considered the supernatural outlier here, and that hunter's are quick to shoot and slow to think. If he's got any on his tail, it usually isn't too hard to find them in a bar, get them hammered, and inflict a little fun at their expense before moving on. No one suspects the super nice guy, right?
To those who really know him, that man above is who he really is, deep at his core. Kindhearted, generous, free-spirited. The trouble is, there isn't anyone who knows him that well anymore. Now, all of that is just him surviving, not genuinely enjoying his life. Torrid's always been the devil-may-care type, but after a massive loss, Torrid has absolutely lost all ability to care about anyone but himself. Now, he drowns himself in distractions and mischief and alcohol. The only thing that keeps him going, whether or not he'll admit it, is his desire to find out where his loved ones have gone-- Or if they even still exist.
History
Freely Shared Information: Torrid remember's nothing of his creation in Hell, which is a blessing. He only remembers his youth as a pup in a realm called Praesidio, which was Earth-adjacent. It was a place where humans were the rarity, and most mammals were sentient. Torrid learned quickly that charisma and charm were the only way that he'd get food. At the age of four, He was adopted by Lasciv, a creature not much unlike himself.
From that point in the story, Torrid would be more than happy to regale you in his misadventures. Just bring up any of the following topics: Pirates, Ostriches, Money Laundering, Hot Air Balloons, Mafias, Prides and/Or Packs, souls, waterbuffalo, zucchinis, demons, animal rights activism, seafaring, hawks, poker, skydiving, time-travel, horseback riding, glorious battles, mermaids, the Supernatural books (yes, he's read them), Champs and/or Champagne, drunken conquests, establishing a sovereign nation, swordplay, dolphins, jungles, clones (OH MY GOD TALK ABOUT CLONES), gods, prostitution, and anything having to do with foolhardy adventures in general. Yes, every one of those has its own story.
That period in his life is all pre-Feral for him. Feral is a place that is Hell-adjacent, and is a topic he will only hesitantly discuss. In an attempt to save his sister, he did something that landed him in Sanguine for 35 years. In an attempt to get back to Praesidio, he did something that he will never openly talk about. He ended up on Earth, distraught, and learned of Praesidio's collapse. He lives in a state of denial about what happened to the inhabitants. After an encounter with a Leviathan, Torrid's found his interest piqued and distractions on.
Iffy Topics: These are topics that he will be more vague on, but may give some insight. He'll talk about Praesidio openly, but not what happened to it. Anything regarding Gehenna, he might give up on, since he didn't experience any direct loss. He doesn't like the word "Fang", instead uses the word "teeth" because Fang was a person who caused a lot of damage in his life. He'll divulge information on the history of Feral, but not his own part in it. He will tell pleasant stories about his pack, Pyrrhic, but not what happened to them. Sanguine, he might talk about, given enough alcohol. He will always pay attention when the word "Hero" is uttered. When mentioned, he'll explain a little about his sword, but will evade the question in why he never takes it off.
No-Go Topics: He will avoid talking about the collapse of Praesidio, the last time he saw his sister, and his actions in Feral if he can. He won't go into detail about his mate or daughter unless forced to.
No-Go Topics: He will avoid talking about the collapse of Praesidio, the last time he saw his sister, and his actions in Feral if he can. He won't go into detail about his mate or daughter unless forced to.
Other Notable Information
Family:
Powers & Abilities: As a human, he's more or less a regular guy with regular guy's strength. He tends to get into scuffles every now and then, so he's in shape. However, in his feral form, he has a lot of weight and force to throw around, with fangs and claws like any hellhound. He's able to turn invisible at will, given he's uninjured, and he has a hellhound's incredible sense of smell and night vision. Both forms can speak, and both forms are good with the sword, but he is far more adept with it as a human. His feral form can carry one or two people, and is able to travel vast distances quickly. He can communicate with animals and humans alike.| Father: Lasciv (Adopted) | Sister: Champagne (Adopted) | Brother-in-Law: Demon | Sister-in-Law: Aria (Hero's side) |
| Victory (Niece) | Passion (Niece) | Valor (Nephew) |
Weaknesses: As a rule of thumb, if it hurts a hellhound, it hurts him. Goofer dust, salt rounds, the colt, demon-killing knives, angelblades will all hurt him. He can lose invisibility if he is injured, distracted, or startled. Like normal hellhounds, he is no longer invisible if the viewer is wearing glasses scorched in holy oil. Unlike hellhounds, however, he has part of the soul of a human and can get stuck in your average devil's trap. Which sucks. He cannot possess anyone, and can't be exorcised (oh god he hopes not), but holy water does burn like a bitch. Apparently, Leviathan goo hurts him too. Okay, there's a lot of stuff that hurts him.
Phobias: He's terrified of possession in any way. Like, don't even speak telepathically to him. He will flip shit, without fail.
Trivia:
- The quickest way to his heart is spiced rum. A little sailor, and he's a good time. Torrid makes warm apple cider that will change your outlook on life.
- His idea of a romantic night involves a bonfire and a felony.
- Like anyone else, ever, he's not a fan of monsters. But of all of them, there's none he hates more than the skinwalkers. Namely, because that's what everyone assumes he is.
- When he changes forms, a bright light flashes. No secret-switching.
- At one point, he had two souls, and his body was stuck in a horrible mid-transformation state. Thankfully, he had a soul-seer on hand to split them up, and allow him separate use of both forms.
- He strongly, irrationally distrusts the military. Has nothing to do with Earth's militaries.
- He has a thing for mermaids. Like, it's unhealthy.
- Torrid has a weakness for women with black hair and blue eyes.
- He has a store of these blue glowing mushrooms. Don't eat them, bro. Seriously.
- Torrid has found that the currency from his home is actually worth a lot on Earth. He rarely flaunts that he has money, but when he does, he does it in a big way.
- The runes on his sword glow when in combat.
- Torrid's actually a fan of the Supernatural books, but like most fans, he didn't know that Sam and Dean were real. Though, a one-night-stand with some girl named Becky Rosen might have given him the impression that either they were real, or she's just really crazy. Maybe it was how she pulled his hair and called him Sam all night. Maybe it was her muttering about their failed marriage, and how she can do better. Gonna go with... both?
- He owns an island in Belize. Where else can you tan naked?
- His favorite character from Supernatural is the Trickster/Gabriel. He thinks they'd get along swell.
- He enjoys convincing deer to approach children because that's freaking adorable to watch.
- Torrid loves parrots. A lot. As an ex-pirate, he would know.
- Challenge him to a booty-shaking contest, and regret your decision immediately.
- He knows every word to Promiscuous Girl.
- One time, he had sex with his own clone. Is that gay, or masturbation? You decide!
- At one point, Torrid became a small-time superhero known as the friendly neighborhood mofo, who pulled jovial if fitting pranks on evil-doers. He was so enthused by the nickname, he named his steed after it, and got the word Mofo tattooed on his ass.
- Torrid once started a religion. Involving orgies. It was for a good cause.
- It's not that he had absolutely no experience with firearms, it's just that he's never had any good experiences with firearms. Seriously, do not give this man a gun. Ever. Last time, he almost killed his brother in law.
"I often find myself wondering if that bitch ever moved out of Ludicrous's way."
-- OUT OF CHARACTER --
Name/Alias: Torrid's fine.
How you found us: Google search
How long you have been rping for: since 07 (9 years). I've had Torrid for the past five years, and he was one of my main characters. All of the above-mentioned stories have actually been rp'd out. I wish I was making all this crap up. xD
Other characters here: none, but considering taking on a canon
Anything else: forgive my character's filthy mouth
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