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| Ixaxar | Oct 8 2008, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Ulf Watling, but answers only to 'Ixaxar, the All-Seeing'. Race/Specie/Ethnicity/Bloodline/Beinghood: Human, but labours under the unshakeable delusion that he is a beholder. Age/DOB: 30. Gender: Male, but believes himself to be a self-pollenating hermaphrodite. Home Planet: Abeir-Toril, but believes he hails from H'catha, a beholder-held planet in Realmspace. Height: 5'9", but believes that he should be 5' in diameter. Weight/Shape: 200lbs, burly. Is perpetually vexed by his inability to assume the correct spherical form. Hair/Scales/Plumage/Dangly Parts: Brown hair, an excrescence that he finds useless and revolting. Eyes or other important sensory apparati: Two. Blue. Incapable of seeing particularly well in the dark. Where have the other nine gone? What's up with that? Why two located above the nostrils, and why are his eyestalks in two groups of five, and located on the end of two jointed arms? And where have the eyes gone? Answer me! Answer me now, you filthy bipeds! Skin: A horrible pale, anaemic, soft and porous epidermis! Oh, foul, foul are the features of the human! My perfect mauve carapace, what has become of thee? Other Important Features: 'Other important features', they ask. Other important features? I'm a freak! A monstrosity forced to stumble and brachiate on articulated limbs like some kind of evolved ape! As soon as I find the being that robbed me of my rightful shape and restore myself to the divine form as handed down to me by the Great Mother, I shall have my revenge and teach my tormentor the meaning of suffering, oh yes. Physical Description: Must I dwell on this? Avert thine eyes now, lest I be reminded of the unnatural shape into which my body has been contorted. Oh, very well. If it will silence your prattling mouth. We begin with the feet. Two of these, which spread out into five toes, wriggling like deformed eyestalks. I feel nauseous just to think of them. From these sprout two... legs. Horrible. Stilt-like. Prone to sprout hair. What is it with humans and their hair? From there we have a system of ball-and-socket joints that they call a 'pelvis', and was evidently their creator god's idea of a sick joke as that is where they store their hateful genitals, which are situated outside their body and they only get one set each. Moving upwards there is an abdomen, then a thorax -- really, they're just upright insects that decided to develop an endoskeleton. They're not so great. Frankly it's an insult to have to wear this form. Then two shoulders, sprouting another pair of horrible limbs, which terminate in five digits apiece. I'm quite certain they used to be my eyestalks, but I look at them and they fail to look back. You cannot even begin to comprehend my sense of loss, but the rage I feel will be made obvious sooner than you think. Oh yes. And at the top of this shambolic array? The worst mockery of all: the head. The mouth is too small, and only thirty teeth! Two nostrils divided by a nasal septum! Don't get me started on the external ears... too many of them, one on either side. They think I can't hear their mockery, but I can, believe me. Further up -- two piffling little eyes -- two of them! My central eye was my pride and joy, and yet they've split it in half like some kind of amoeba. This thing atop my 'neck' is a shrunken parody of the beholder form. An insult. A deviation. And to cap it all: no eyestalks. Merely more of this downy excrescence. Personality: Breaking character for the moment, as it's draining me. Ulf Watling believes he is a beholder, and his delusion is so complete that his psychological mimicry of this creature is near-perfect. He has a murderous and xenophobic loathing for any deviation from the ideal beholder form, which he believes is his true body. He has been forced to concede that he resembles a human, but has rationalised this away by assuming that at some point he has been transformed into a human, and entertains any number of conspiracy theories involving wizards striking him with a polymorph spell while out of the area of effect of his anti-magic ray. He is prone to all the vast personality disorders to which beholders and their kind are prone. He is quick to anger, domineering, paranoid, obsessive, scheming, avaricious and vindictive. He is utterly incapable of trusting anyone or anything, ever. He views all other life as a threat that is too powerful to destroy at the moment, an enemy that must be destroyed, a minion or simply food. He schemes constantly against everyone, plotting to seize power -- any power -- whenever the opportunity might arise. His plans are often over-elaborate, attempting to take every factor into consideration, but when flaws appear (as they so often do) he discards the plan and starts again from scratch. When not eating or otherwise productively employed, he can often be found ranting, or squatting somewhere, scowling and grumbling. Interests/Likes/Dislikes: The only redeeming feature that Ulf / Ixaxar might possess is his aesthetic sense. On the whole, his likes are based pretty much on whether or not he finds something visually pleasing. Music irritates him, how good a meal tastes is nothing compared to how well it is presented, and though he might enjoy the appearance of a flower he could take or leave its scent. As far as dislikes go, it is safe to say that he dislikes anything with a pulse. His chief source of irritation, though, is his human shape. He hates any reminder of it; he finds manual labour distasteful, hates so much as touching or lifting anything with his hands, and loathes the idea of wearing armour or wielding weapons. He favours heavy, shapeless robes that conceal his (in his view) disgusting form. Any attempt on the part of others to describe him as anything other than a beholder runs the risk of sending him into a rage, and then a long sulk. Abilities, Powers, Skills, Weaknesses: Ulf's chief weakness in practical terms is that he has no particular talent. When he fights, it's little more than throwing himself at his opponent and trying to bite his face off or gouge his eyes out. He has an understanding of magical theory, but no grasp of its application. He still half-expects magic rays to shoot from his eyes or fingertips, just like he believes they used to do. His obsession with beholderdom is also his greatest strength, however. He has an encyclopaedic knowledge of the species and their technologies, subspecies, related species, mutations and the like -- enough to take a copy of I, Tyrant by Ronassic of Sigil and add comprehensive annotations and corrections. Or at least he would if he could bear to pick up a pen with those horrible 'fingers' of his. He has a good eye for art and jewellery, and though he has little training he has something of a knack for spotting fakes and imitations, purely because he subjects everything to such intense scrutiny. Though he has a thirst for knowledge, this extends pretty much to reading any book he can find, and gleaning what he can by interrogating others. He refuses to be taught as that involves submission to (in his belief) inferior species. Home: Ulf hails from the city of Waterdeep on the planet of Abeir-Toril, but he dislikes the place intensely -- if only because of the presence of Xanathar, a beholder with a number of vile deformities. As Ixaxar, though, he claims to come from H'catha, and can get quite maudlin (especially when drunk on a particularly colourful cocktail) about the time when he encountered a yellow-striped beholder and chewed its eyestalks off while using its inflict wounds ray to carve its name on its flanks... Items: A heavy, volumnious robe. Not much else. Edited by Ixaxar, Oct 8 2008, 02:12 AM.
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| Ixaxar | Oct 13 2008, 12:22 AM Post #2 |
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Ixaxar dreams. And despite the slime that fills his pod, despite his bodily functions being slowed down to a snail's pace, he talks in his sleep. "... there are three exits from the cavern; eighteen if you count the network of limestone caverns on the level above. The main passage is trapped with three deadfalls, triggered by any weight greater than thirty pounds that passes over the pressure plates. Even a kobold that I have fed too generously will set the trap off and be mashed to a pulp, heh heh heh." The joke, of course, would be on anyone who was listening. All the exits were trapped. Any beholder worth its eyestalks knows only too well of the secrets that might be revealed by a careless tyrant in its sleep. Accordingly, it had trained itself to reveal outdated plans and complete lies while slumbering. Ixaxar's heart beats. Its limbs twitch. For a moment it is aware that it actually has limbs; four articulated appendages and a head separated from the rest of its body by a string of vertebrae, an oesophagus and a trachea. Quite why it was forced into this starfish-shape or how remained maddeningly secret. Needless to say, Ixaxar knows that whoever bestowed this hateful form upon it also interfered with its memory. As soon as its liberty returns, it shall interrogate the first creature it sees. That creature had better have answers or else it will suffer under Ixaxar's fear ray, if only so it can spend its last moments in abject terror while it is tortured to death by Ixaxar's wound ray -- ah. Yes. It has been deprived of such weapons, has it not? Well, then, that creature had better have answers or else... or else.. or else... well, it just better had, that's all! Edited by Ixaxar, Oct 13 2008, 12:22 AM.
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