Prologue+ NAME + Dunobu Sage
+ ALIAS + Kincaide
+ AGE + 5000+ give or take a few decades
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Old Earth
+ SPECIES + Maako Demon / Nephilim
+ RESIDENCE + His space ship 8D And wherever
+ OCCUPATION + Botanist
+ FACE + Dark Blue Hair / Lavender Eyes
+ STATURE + 6’2” / 200 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Whatever is convenient
__________________IN-DEPTHPHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONAverage height with a muscular build and doesn’t do much more to care for his body than the average person. Kincaide looks average by any other means, a flesh and blood human, moderately tanned skin, blue hair that’s long on top and shaved along one side and usually pushed back or in a ponytail. He would look average were it not for a vaguely primal look in his eyes, a reddish sclera surrounding a lavender iris and a row of teeth that clamp together at the center of his belly. Kincaide is a wild thing, preternatural, and he has some of the blue veinings from his mother and scars along his back where wings once sprouted, from his father. They’ve since been sliced off after having been removed from his back, and he still bears the scars sprawling along his shoulder blades.
He has a wide nose, a somewhat shallow bridge and medium sized lips, usually sporting a blanket of facial hair, scruffy and thick, and he can’t be bothered to shave it off. It’s upkeep he doesn’t have time for. The row of interlocking teeth along his abdomen keep closed the mouth that resides underneath them and they may move at will and pull anything inside. It isn’t so much connected to his stomach as it is a portal to another dimension, one you’re probably better off not asking about. An moving eye tattoo on his shoulder resides there that can shift anywhere along his body and serve as a “eyes behind his head” sort of deal, usually making it more difficult to catch him by surprise.
When he’s not human, Kincaide can change into a large wolfish bear cat type beast, shifting sometimes when he’s a little bit too moody. He’s approximately 10 feet long from nose to tail with a hulking torso, broad shoulders with a thick hide and portions of his shoulder blades actually protruding through the skin, where the portions of his hide have healed around it. His paws are cat like, broad and wide and with the claws retractable and a long prehensile jaguar-like tail. His face is much more canid-like with a long muzzle and wolfish eyes, large pointed ears and lots of fur around his neck. Down to his haunches, his legs are generally lean with portions of bone sticking out from his spine, ridge-like and stopping before his tail begins.
Voice Claim:
Jason StathamPERSONA“Life is liquid when we are young. We paint with the colors of the sun. Time solidifies in our brains until with paint with shades of gray.”Kincaide is as charming a bastard as a bag of stale cheesy puffs. Of course coupled that with freshly grown dandylion oil and a few drinks, and they can be tasteful too. He’s rough around the edges, tending to lean towards gruff speech, blunt and to the point on most occasions.
He doesn’t have any innate need to socialize but he’ll deal with people if he has to, keeping business short and sweet and good times when he needs them. He’s a tumbleweed at heart, a lone wanderer going wherever the solar winds take him, living on his ship.
Kincaide doesn’t tend to do right for right’s sake, but he will fully take things to his own advantage as he sees fit. He wagers deals on how it would best benefit him, and gauges the potential amount of collateral damage or benefit from what deals he makes. People tend to get what’s coming to them, whether they know it or not.
Spiteful as all hell. Tell him not to do something and that’s exactly what he’ll do.
The man that used to be known by Dunobu, used to be more pleasant. Used to have all sorts of ideals. But that Dunobu died when the earth did.
- Things! -- Never bring this man to an All You Can Eat Buffet. He will clear house. |8
- Tends to down about a gallon of booze before he’s at all ready to talk to anyone that day. He’s probably had his liver replaced several times now.
MAGIC/ABILITIESBOTANY -
Kincaide has made it his personal mission and business to collect, catalogue, and care for rare plants. He has a small pocket dimension where he works, where all his plants are kept in the proper temperatures and environments. He crossbreeds them and as their Keeper, ensures their utmost happiness. He’s scrounged the galaxy and pocket universes at large to find rare flora and their responses to all kinds of conditions. From fiery volcanic planets, to black market deals with cutthroat criminal syndicates, he works tirelessly and will remove anyone in his way. Perhaps in some vain hope that his work might help rebuild a new home.
NEPHILIM -
The child of a union between a demon and an angel (and in this case his mama already was one), Kincaide always knew he was born different. In addition to giving him the ability to alter into a beasty-thing, Dunobu can teleport vast or short distances depending on sigils left behind. The longer the distance the more it wears on him, but if a small part of his himself is left behind (usually a small spot of blood that he’s painted into something) he can teleport back to that location. He keeps his laboratory in a small pendant he keeps wrapped around his wrist, a glass capsule that has a small eldritch symble painted on a piece of paper inside, along with some herbs inside.
RELATIONSHIPSFeyriel Deyros - Son, alive - Donubo had to leave him behind when he left Aedolis, and although he’s come back from time to time, he’s never interfered in his son’s life. He looks out for him where he can, and leaves him small gifts anonymously on his birthday.
Maako - Father, deceased
Sara Sage - Mother, Deceased
Beryl - Grandmother, Unknown - She a bitch.
HISTORYOnce had a loving home on Earth, grew up and was taken by his grandmother when he was a young adult. Had his wings ripped off and tried to evade her ever since. He’s wandered ever since, making his home wherever it seemed most convenient at the time and has been all across the galaxy, spent time as a pirate, a mercenary, tried to help those that couldn’t help themselves, used to be idealistic on how beautiful life could be. Some parts of him still feel this way, that somewhere there’s a vague glimpse of hope to be had somewhere out in the stars.
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