Post by Pryderi 'Fidget' Smith on Apr 25, 2012 17:29:57 GMT -5
✓►PLAYER◄
Username: Moriarty
Preferred method of contact: Email or PM
How did you find us: Kinda sorta helped with the site?
Codeword: firefirefire
✓►CHARACTER◄
Name: Pryderi Smith
Nicknames: Fidget, Twitchy, Pyro
Date of birth/age: 11. 5. 1987/ 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homoromantic Demisexual
Job: Accountant/File Clerk
Degrees/Permits: Bachelor of Accountancy
Languages Spoken: English, Welsh, Gaelic and insults in a number of others
Human or shifter: Shifter
Appearance:
PB: Logan Lerman
Built lean, with long hands, slightly overlarge ears and narrow shoulders. Black hair, kept short, because any time it gets longer he ends up setting it on fire on accident.
Dark brown eyes. which seems almost black in the right light. His hands and arms are covered in burn scars of various sizes, and he’s rather frequently missing at least one eyebrow. He wears rectangular glasses and, oddly enough, doesn't usually fidget with them unless he's annoyed.
Personality: Pryderi, who usually goes by Fidget, is by his very nature, an actor. He projects 'Fussy accountant', someone who likes things just so, and who has no life outside of his numbers, more familiar with tax law then life and who wouldn't know sexy if it bit him. Someone who's clueless about how the world works, who others want to take care of and who trembles at even the thought of violence. Nice, normal and absolutely harmless. Almost pathetic really. He isn't either of those things. Not really. He does like things just so, and he does fidget almost constantly (hence where his nickname comes from), but he's very much aware of how life works, he's not necessarily a nice man and he's far from harmless. He's a pyromaniac (He doesn't have a compulsion to set fires, but he does feel arousal from doing it, and he really, really loves fire and could spend hours staring at it) and he can be downright creepy.
Around the few people he's close to he's closer to himself, but generally tries to keep up at least a degree of 'I'm a normal person'. He's got a private wish that he can find someone who won't run fleeing if he shows them who he actually is.
Of course, he's not all bad. He's got a lot of love to give, and can reach cavity causing levels of sweet, he's quite domestic in his fashion, and he's a decent conversationalist. He's happy to pitch in and help others when they need it. But underneath, he's still the same Pryderi, looking forward to the next fire, checking the exits and working to keep his mask firmly in place so no one ever guesses what sort of wolf is wandering among the flock.
Strengths:
~Pryderi is good with numbers. Pryderi is amazing with numbers. They make sense to him, and he can do all sorts of interesting things with them. He likes them. He even likes doing taxes.
~The only things Fidget is better with then numbers are explosives and fire. He knows the recipe for homemade C4 by heart, keeps plenty of lighters on him and has a bottle of vodka and a handy rag in his briefcase, just in case he needs to quick Molotov cocktail. He builds his own bombs and he loves fire.
~Calculating, and not in the mathematical sense. He's not on the chess master level, but he's usually good at figuring out what people will do. While he's normally just following orders, he's perfectly capable of carrying out his own plots.
~Pryderi is an excellent actor. If you meet him on the street, you'd never know he was anything other than what he seems to be, a fussy and uptight accountant. He is very, very good at hiding what he is and blending in with the crowd.
~Decent cook. Not just explosives, but actual, edible food. He's decent at most food, but he makes especially excellent jams.
~Not just good with numbers, Pryderi's pretty bright in general. He generally learns quickly, he's pretty people smart and he's got a good foundation of book knowledge. He's not the smartest man in the world, but he's certainly no slouch.
~Loyal. If you earn his loyalty, Fidget will follow you into hell with no promise of getting out again. To date, no one outside his family have earned that loyalty, but he'd take a bullet for one of them without thinking about it.
~Patient. Oh, he's not going to wait years for the hope something will happen, but Pryderi's pretty patient. There are a number of ways to short circuit it, but on average, he's got a decent tolerance for BS. Doesn't stop him from fidgeting though.
~Creative (within certain areas). Mostly when it comes to the bedroom, numbers and explosives. He's not going to be the next Da Vinci, but he's a decent photographer and he's come up with a variety of interesting things.
~Self-confident. Pryderi knows what he's good at, and he knows his place in the world. He's not the best, but he's far from the worst, and he's not easily shaken when it comes to his skills.
Weaknesses:
~ His OCD. He's been to therapy, and it's gotten much better. But it's still there, and he still has rituals, they're just generally much less disruptive.
(He's down to three really.
1. He can't leave the house with fewer than 5 lighters on him, and having fewer sends him into an anxiety attack until he's back up to at least 5 again. He's convinced (and knows it's irrational) that something horrible will happen if he has fewer.
2. His fixation with the numbers 3 and 5. He likes all numbers, but he feels an odd compulsion to include those in his life. He tends to fidget in threes or fives, he groups things in threes and fives (or numbers divisible by three or five).
3. The most noticeable and most disruptive. He doesn't eat any food that has touches other food on his plate. If his steak is touching his mashed potatoes, they're both contaminated and he can't eat either. At home, he uses divided plates, and when he goes out, he eats soup, or asks for his food on separate plates.)
~Anxiety. Tied to his OCD. Generally not a major force in his life, but if he gets overtired, frustrated or overly stressed with no outlet, he gets increasingly anxious. His anxiety attacks tend to be crippling, and characterized by difficulty breathing and the sincere belief there are bugs crawling under his skin. He normally copes by playing with one of his lighters, but it's not always an option.
~Berserk buttons. If you want to short circuit both his patience and his acting ability, hit one of his berserk buttons he's got three of them, and pushing one of them in front of him drives him to violence. (And if he finds out after the fact, he'll have a panic attack and then hunt you down.) They are...
Messing up his filing
Deliberately triggering his anxiety or OCD
Suggesting he was a member of the IRA
~ Frustration- When he's frustrated, he gets more anxious and his 'I'm a normal guy' mask slips off. Depending on the cause of the frustration, he'll either get violent or have an anxiety attack. It's not generally easy to make him frustrated, but it's far from impossible.
~Nasty temper. Fidget's got one. If you manage to get him riled up, he's absolutely vicious. And no matter how calm he seems, it's always lurking behind the mask.
~ Fidget has a certain disregard for his personal safety where fire and explosives are concerned. His arms and hands are covered with burn scars of various sizes and shapes. He's far too in love with fire and things that go 'boom' to care.
~Bugs. He can't stand them. The big ones are alright, and he doesn't mind spiders. But ants and termites are both terrifying to him, as are most small insects.
~Fidget has nightmares rather frequently, usually more often than once a week. Lighting candles or having someone hold him can calm him down, but without calming down, he generally can't get back to sleep, and spends the day operating at less than peak levels.
History: Pryderi 'Fidget' Smith, was born Pryderi Trahaearn Llewellyn in a place near Hereford, Wales, to a slightly odd couple. He has two, relatively normal older sisters, Blodeuwedd and Ceridwen, who teased him rather a lot as a child, and still send him the occasional letter. They were, in some ways, a perfectly normal family who loved each other, and who all happened to share a love of explosives and fire. Pryderi was raised with that love, and he carries it close to his heart.
His early life wasn't exactly normal, as the family moved every four years, when his father, who was on a military bomb squad, transferred bases. His mother, a photographer and artist, made sure their home was always welcoming and that despite the moves, the children felt secure. Pryderi picked up a variety of accents as the family moved around the Isles, as well as a deep and abiding hatred for the IRA (as well as a slightly lesser hatred for the English.)
At the age of twenty, and still looking younger than he is, Pryderi, by then largely known as Fidget (because he is an incorrigible fidget) and with the first of the symptoms of his OCD manifesting, he moved to Miami. He changed his last name to 'Smith' and got rid of his middle name, mostly because he didn't trust the Americans to be able to pronounce his actual middle and last names. Newly graduated with a firm knowledge of accounting, he started working for an accounting firm, and developing into the man he would become.
It was there that he got infected. He didn't think it was anything other than a normal flu. Until the first time he changed from a fussy accountant to a rather large reptile. That, oddly enough, nudged him into getting therapy for his problems, which had gotten rather worse, he got the problem down to a much more manageable level before the therapist started getting close to things he didn't want her knowing and was left with the three rituals and obsessions he still maintains.
He's been trying to get out from his shell lately, to finally make friends after spending five years on his own. But it's a bit hard when you're worried people will think you're a freak... or find out about your little obsession with fire...
✓►SHIFTER◄
(Feel free to delete this section if playing a human being.)
Species: Komodo dragon (Varanus komodoensis)
Group: Reptiles
Conservation status: Vulnerable
Appearance:
Abilities: He’s got greater strength and increased stamina. His tongue is longer and slightly forked, and he can smell and taste. His skin has also gotten a bit more sensitive to touch, and scaly skin along his back and stomach.
Username: Moriarty
Preferred method of contact: Email or PM
How did you find us: Kinda sorta helped with the site?
Codeword: firefirefire
✓►CHARACTER◄
Name: Pryderi Smith
Nicknames: Fidget, Twitchy, Pyro
Date of birth/age: 11. 5. 1987/ 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homoromantic Demisexual
Job: Accountant/File Clerk
Degrees/Permits: Bachelor of Accountancy
Languages Spoken: English, Welsh, Gaelic and insults in a number of others
Human or shifter: Shifter
Appearance:
PB: Logan Lerman
Built lean, with long hands, slightly overlarge ears and narrow shoulders. Black hair, kept short, because any time it gets longer he ends up setting it on fire on accident.
Dark brown eyes. which seems almost black in the right light. His hands and arms are covered in burn scars of various sizes, and he’s rather frequently missing at least one eyebrow. He wears rectangular glasses and, oddly enough, doesn't usually fidget with them unless he's annoyed.
Personality: Pryderi, who usually goes by Fidget, is by his very nature, an actor. He projects 'Fussy accountant', someone who likes things just so, and who has no life outside of his numbers, more familiar with tax law then life and who wouldn't know sexy if it bit him. Someone who's clueless about how the world works, who others want to take care of and who trembles at even the thought of violence. Nice, normal and absolutely harmless. Almost pathetic really. He isn't either of those things. Not really. He does like things just so, and he does fidget almost constantly (hence where his nickname comes from), but he's very much aware of how life works, he's not necessarily a nice man and he's far from harmless. He's a pyromaniac (He doesn't have a compulsion to set fires, but he does feel arousal from doing it, and he really, really loves fire and could spend hours staring at it) and he can be downright creepy.
Around the few people he's close to he's closer to himself, but generally tries to keep up at least a degree of 'I'm a normal person'. He's got a private wish that he can find someone who won't run fleeing if he shows them who he actually is.
Of course, he's not all bad. He's got a lot of love to give, and can reach cavity causing levels of sweet, he's quite domestic in his fashion, and he's a decent conversationalist. He's happy to pitch in and help others when they need it. But underneath, he's still the same Pryderi, looking forward to the next fire, checking the exits and working to keep his mask firmly in place so no one ever guesses what sort of wolf is wandering among the flock.
Strengths:
~Pryderi is good with numbers. Pryderi is amazing with numbers. They make sense to him, and he can do all sorts of interesting things with them. He likes them. He even likes doing taxes.
~The only things Fidget is better with then numbers are explosives and fire. He knows the recipe for homemade C4 by heart, keeps plenty of lighters on him and has a bottle of vodka and a handy rag in his briefcase, just in case he needs to quick Molotov cocktail. He builds his own bombs and he loves fire.
~Calculating, and not in the mathematical sense. He's not on the chess master level, but he's usually good at figuring out what people will do. While he's normally just following orders, he's perfectly capable of carrying out his own plots.
~Pryderi is an excellent actor. If you meet him on the street, you'd never know he was anything other than what he seems to be, a fussy and uptight accountant. He is very, very good at hiding what he is and blending in with the crowd.
~Decent cook. Not just explosives, but actual, edible food. He's decent at most food, but he makes especially excellent jams.
~Not just good with numbers, Pryderi's pretty bright in general. He generally learns quickly, he's pretty people smart and he's got a good foundation of book knowledge. He's not the smartest man in the world, but he's certainly no slouch.
~Loyal. If you earn his loyalty, Fidget will follow you into hell with no promise of getting out again. To date, no one outside his family have earned that loyalty, but he'd take a bullet for one of them without thinking about it.
~Patient. Oh, he's not going to wait years for the hope something will happen, but Pryderi's pretty patient. There are a number of ways to short circuit it, but on average, he's got a decent tolerance for BS. Doesn't stop him from fidgeting though.
~Creative (within certain areas). Mostly when it comes to the bedroom, numbers and explosives. He's not going to be the next Da Vinci, but he's a decent photographer and he's come up with a variety of interesting things.
~Self-confident. Pryderi knows what he's good at, and he knows his place in the world. He's not the best, but he's far from the worst, and he's not easily shaken when it comes to his skills.
Weaknesses:
~ His OCD. He's been to therapy, and it's gotten much better. But it's still there, and he still has rituals, they're just generally much less disruptive.
(He's down to three really.
1. He can't leave the house with fewer than 5 lighters on him, and having fewer sends him into an anxiety attack until he's back up to at least 5 again. He's convinced (and knows it's irrational) that something horrible will happen if he has fewer.
2. His fixation with the numbers 3 and 5. He likes all numbers, but he feels an odd compulsion to include those in his life. He tends to fidget in threes or fives, he groups things in threes and fives (or numbers divisible by three or five).
3. The most noticeable and most disruptive. He doesn't eat any food that has touches other food on his plate. If his steak is touching his mashed potatoes, they're both contaminated and he can't eat either. At home, he uses divided plates, and when he goes out, he eats soup, or asks for his food on separate plates.)
~Anxiety. Tied to his OCD. Generally not a major force in his life, but if he gets overtired, frustrated or overly stressed with no outlet, he gets increasingly anxious. His anxiety attacks tend to be crippling, and characterized by difficulty breathing and the sincere belief there are bugs crawling under his skin. He normally copes by playing with one of his lighters, but it's not always an option.
~Berserk buttons. If you want to short circuit both his patience and his acting ability, hit one of his berserk buttons he's got three of them, and pushing one of them in front of him drives him to violence. (And if he finds out after the fact, he'll have a panic attack and then hunt you down.) They are...
Messing up his filing
Deliberately triggering his anxiety or OCD
Suggesting he was a member of the IRA
~ Frustration- When he's frustrated, he gets more anxious and his 'I'm a normal guy' mask slips off. Depending on the cause of the frustration, he'll either get violent or have an anxiety attack. It's not generally easy to make him frustrated, but it's far from impossible.
~Nasty temper. Fidget's got one. If you manage to get him riled up, he's absolutely vicious. And no matter how calm he seems, it's always lurking behind the mask.
~ Fidget has a certain disregard for his personal safety where fire and explosives are concerned. His arms and hands are covered with burn scars of various sizes and shapes. He's far too in love with fire and things that go 'boom' to care.
~Bugs. He can't stand them. The big ones are alright, and he doesn't mind spiders. But ants and termites are both terrifying to him, as are most small insects.
~Fidget has nightmares rather frequently, usually more often than once a week. Lighting candles or having someone hold him can calm him down, but without calming down, he generally can't get back to sleep, and spends the day operating at less than peak levels.
History: Pryderi 'Fidget' Smith, was born Pryderi Trahaearn Llewellyn in a place near Hereford, Wales, to a slightly odd couple. He has two, relatively normal older sisters, Blodeuwedd and Ceridwen, who teased him rather a lot as a child, and still send him the occasional letter. They were, in some ways, a perfectly normal family who loved each other, and who all happened to share a love of explosives and fire. Pryderi was raised with that love, and he carries it close to his heart.
His early life wasn't exactly normal, as the family moved every four years, when his father, who was on a military bomb squad, transferred bases. His mother, a photographer and artist, made sure their home was always welcoming and that despite the moves, the children felt secure. Pryderi picked up a variety of accents as the family moved around the Isles, as well as a deep and abiding hatred for the IRA (as well as a slightly lesser hatred for the English.)
At the age of twenty, and still looking younger than he is, Pryderi, by then largely known as Fidget (because he is an incorrigible fidget) and with the first of the symptoms of his OCD manifesting, he moved to Miami. He changed his last name to 'Smith' and got rid of his middle name, mostly because he didn't trust the Americans to be able to pronounce his actual middle and last names. Newly graduated with a firm knowledge of accounting, he started working for an accounting firm, and developing into the man he would become.
It was there that he got infected. He didn't think it was anything other than a normal flu. Until the first time he changed from a fussy accountant to a rather large reptile. That, oddly enough, nudged him into getting therapy for his problems, which had gotten rather worse, he got the problem down to a much more manageable level before the therapist started getting close to things he didn't want her knowing and was left with the three rituals and obsessions he still maintains.
He's been trying to get out from his shell lately, to finally make friends after spending five years on his own. But it's a bit hard when you're worried people will think you're a freak... or find out about your little obsession with fire...
✓►SHIFTER◄
(Feel free to delete this section if playing a human being.)
Species: Komodo dragon (Varanus komodoensis)
Group: Reptiles
Conservation status: Vulnerable
Appearance:
Abilities: He’s got greater strength and increased stamina. His tongue is longer and slightly forked, and he can smell and taste. His skin has also gotten a bit more sensitive to touch, and scaly skin along his back and stomach.
