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Ibsen Lear, Wasteland Scavenger
« on: July 11, 2017, 11:26:45 pm »

Done by me!


Prologue
+ NAME +  Eresaya Ibsen Lear
+ ALIAS + “Gamma” “Ibsen” “The Scarecrow”
+ AGE + 30-32 (He doesn't really know)
+ GENDER + Born “female”, Identifies as Male
+ ORIGIN + Teinari outpost
+ SPECIES + Mutated Human
+ RESIDENCE + Wastes, Whatever hole in the ground he finds.
+ OCCUPATION + Scavenger / Scrapper
+ COUNTENANCE + Deep Navy Blue Hair / Yellow eyes
+ STATURE + 5'11” / 177 lbs
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown




__________________IN-DEPTH

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Ibsen has never had an imposing figure. His body tends to be lean, and with muscles lithe and stringier than he'd like. The exposure ratio of muscle to fat tend to be on the former side rather than the later. With food being scarce, it's no wonder that Ibsen is lean, and prefers it stay that way. His chest (boobs are gone) is built and shoulders are strong enough to lift a man clear off the ground and smash him into the floor.

There is a constant hunger to his hooded eyes, yellow and predatory and glow in the dark – to which he wears dark glasses and goggles to circumvent – and has his hair shaved to one side of his head and shorter on the other (over ear length). A thin, narrow nose over medium – lips that give Ibsen a grumpy pout. Truth be told it's a little hard to get past the burn on the side of his face, in a slanting v-shape on the underside of his left eye over in the groove of his cheekbone and alongside his temple and cascades in a distinctive line along his neck and collarbone.

PERSONA
Ibsen makes a point of not taking anyone's shit – no matter what lame excuses they come up with. He's self-sufficient, taking what he needs to survive, having responsibility only for himself. He has little humor (and a creepy ass grin, so he's been told). He's practical and matter-of-factly, his speech tends to be taciturn and gruff, and as direct as possible.

He doesn't trust easily, and when he does, it's fluid at best. Business deals remain business, and Ibsen makes a point of never getting personal. Mainly because he's rather at a loss when it comes to emotion and that sort of thing. No, it's much better to keep people at a distance.

- Things -
- Tends to have a short fuse, and doesn't shy away from making this apparent from anyone that tries his patience.
- Ibsen is incredibly handy. Tinkerer would be putting it lightly, but he seems to find a use for junk parts and fixing them into something new. He has a bowie knife fashioned from a junked car with a bone handle and fixed up his motorbike in much the same way. Small electronics are particularly fascinating.
- Secretly has a love of sweets (cookies and cupcakes especially), but rarely gets a chance to indulge them.
-Years of looking over his shoulder has made Ibsen a self-induced insomniac. Will only sleep properly for a few hours in some dark hole he's dug out for himself.

MAGIC/ABILITIES
- Irradiated Blood -
When uncut, Ibsen's blood is perfectly safe inside his body. His blood gives him a certain immunity to the toxic environment of the Wastelands.  He can wade through water completely unharmed by radiation or other harmful chemicals that have since poisoned the earth. Likewise, eating the mutated animals that roam the land is perfectly fine.

On the other edge of the blade, a single droplet of blood is incredibly toxic. Exposure to it is acidic and corrosive, and can burn flesh and even metals, and can cause malignant tumors to grow on others if they're exposed to it overlong. Least to say, it's an awful way to die.

RELATIONSHIPS
Marash Lear, Teinari Outpost Commander, 'mother', STATUS: Deceased.

*TBA

HISTORY
Ibsen has been on his own for most of his life. The years have a tendency of blurring together in one lump sum of misery and regret. He was found as a child by the Commander of a Teinari outpost and taken in, raised as her own. Ibsen never called her more than Commander, but she was kind and showed him affection and taught Ibsen how to survive.

Not everyone in her unit agreed however. An outpost was no way to raise a child. And not everyone agreed that the Commander was the best person for the job. Some had other intentions about their goods, their supply, their stockpile, and when the Commander began to poke around to see who was taking things, some figured the Commander ought to mind her own business before something bad happened.

And it did. Ibsen only has flashes of that memory, mainly the flashes of that bomb that exploded in the Commander's bedroom one day, and the fiery blast scorched part of Ibsen when he tried to go inside. After that, nothing was the same. They felt it was better that Ibsen no longer stay at the outpost. Ibsen agreed...but not before gutting the throat of the man he suspected of killing the only family he had.

Now the Wasteland is the only place he calls home.

Epilogue
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