Im sorry if im off the mark on anything, if anything is wrong with it please let me know! Im still fairly new to this whole thing!
Skeleton sheet:
Audit - It was always so peacefuly quiet when one lived by the coast. The salt-air and the soft sound of the ocean giving beautiful ambience! There was little to disturb what tender quiet the area provided. The seagulls would oft make their loud calls, but beyond their pitched calls there was little to get in the way of a happy and simple life! If one was to remain ignorant of prim and it's... Complexities that is. One could almost wish for it's quiet life. But that isnt what he had earned. The name he was gifted, is Gideon Yamako. This is who he is, and what he known to be his superiors and overseers.
Gideon's family is one he would have very few memories of and even fewer of them fond or comforting. Once, a long time ago that family was known fondly amongst the elder's and watcher's of prim. A family of shifters that once in it's past was of little use to prim. However through it's efforts, it had become a valued family in the defence of prim and her borders! But now? Grimly, it stands as a shade of itself and near completely wiped from the face of not only prim, but her history.
In the day, Gideon's time is spent in a quaint little restaurant that sells sushi with a beach-side view of the coast. Going day by day of waking in the early minutes of the sun bearly cracking the sky with it's faint tired light. Throughout the day, it is time spent giving customer's his attention by preparing their sushi, seeing to their needs, or for the more... unnatural visitors, the speciality menu is always interesting to have ordered from. A fairly normal life! However, things change when the sun begin's to go down. The restauraunt is closed and he would then return home to await any word from the elder's or watcher's. The night is spent in quiet thought, silent and alone. Every now and then Gideon will have visitor's to watch him in person. Or simply observe him, until finaly he is given one of two possible commands. Either told to march upon the shore, or to rest, yet with an ear, ever alert, ever perked for emergency orders.
It is endlessly tireing. To run a family buissness without a family, and to remain ever alert through-out the night. But such is the duty to the elder's and watcher's. Most night's are met with naught but the quiet, dour tension of something to come, only to be told to rest. However, in all but far too recently, the order's were piling up. They were becoming more demanding. More consistent in their arrival. And through a silent nod, Gideon would leave his home and walk towards the beach. If he were not to rest, then he was to enter the deep water of the coast and search out what the over-seer's demanded he obtain. Or slay.
Once, long ago, Gideon was part of a proud and ancient line, a family who had spent centuries building what they had. But in the span of but a few day's, had undone all of it. An act thst the family had thought to be of a boon to prim, had caused much damage. The ritual was not only thought to have completely failed, but caused damage. Put lives at risk. Thus was there a reckoning, and the family was expunged, all save for one. Now, as he walk's towards the ice-cold water's, he would think to the order's of his charge. The coming of his report would be a simple one. A coming report to make to the watcher's and elders who expect a sign of the waters of Prim returning to their calm state, or the silence of the still waves that would signal the ocean keeping the last of his family's line. To embrace him in the deep dark.
Stepping beyond the water's edge, Gideon would begin to walk into the water's of prim. The more the cold water's wash over his form, the more his body would change. To begin allowing the changes to ihs form. Thought's moving toward's the past. Of how the family once hunted in mighty, fury-ridden pack's, like those of school of piranah. They had all defended prim from below the surface of the water and dragged all who would harm the people above the on the surface, towards the black depth's! But Those day's had long since, ended. With his form flowing and becoming one who the ocean would allow within her depths, he would dissapear into the dark black water's. His duty? To follow in his forefather's footprints. To guard the water's of prim when sent, and to ensure they remain safe. And if he were to refuse, to refuse the generosity of those who had spared him? That is simply to be expunged, to join the rest of blood-line in the blank pages of prim's history. With his obedience, he may find some scraps of pride to place on the blank slate that is now his alone to bear. The task is never an easy one, scars of battle still linger across his form. Proof of his duty and worn without choice as reminder of the previous tasks preformed. He never ask's if he is recognised for them. Never think's he has earnt anything of the over-seers, other than the silent contemplation after each report. However, sometimes he would think, if they even cared. Was he just a tool from an old era, they were waiting for, to finaly break? He didn't know. Swimming further, deeper into the icy embrace of the dark depths does my vigil begin. The ocean always feels like it had missed him, beckoning into deeper water's. To embrace him further. It would take little time for Gideon to vanish into the deep water, only the moon to witness his leaving. Yet if one were to watch closely, to find their eye's on the water's of prim, they may spot a rarity. Of a lone Orca swimming seemingly aimlessly on a path around Prim.
Token Animal: Orca
How do they feel about their token animal? - Once he often enjoyed the form and loved to swim through the oceans! As year's upon year's of duty passed, he now wear's the form as he would his humanoid one. As if changing clothes. He currently has no oppinion over the form in the current day.
Animal blessing: Depth pressure. Gideon's family had preformed an ancient ritual that would gift him his blessing, and now Gideon is now followed by the ocean's pressures. Around gideon is an invisible force that, through his effort to restrain or release, can bring upon level's of deep sea pressure. Due to the ritual that had gifted him his blessing, it alway's remains active. The level's of energy used would be continuous effort in restraining that pressure
HUMAN EFFECT:
The effect of the pressue is based on Gideon's concentration and current state of mind. Through year's of service and undersea fighting, he has learnt to control it well. But can still lose grasp on his hold. The less he can concentrate on his power, the easier it becomes for it to build. Due to this, gideon must live alone. When sleeping, his pressure is far harder to regulate and can very easily rise. When not submerged, the pressure is much easier to contain. The higher Gideon allows the pressure to build, the longer it takes to bring back down.
ANIMAL EFFECT:
While submerged in water, Gideon's blessing would slowly amplify as it feels like the ocean wishes to add it's own pressure to Gideon's. However, this makes pressure regulation far more difficult, and in turn takes far longer to bring back down. Either above or below the surface, the pressure remains. It is up to Gideon to decide it's restraint level. The pressure is similar to that of general depth pressure, but instead of deeper water's, it is using Gideon himself as it's center mass. To approach is to suffer tenser pressure if exposed.
Unlike witches who have an unspoken duty to either create or destroy evil, shifters are not bound by any such ancient oaths. if they fight for good, why do they? -
Gideon serve's prim and her people as his family once had. His family however, is now gone. Gideon serves to redeem and earn what scraps or merit he can through his servitude. To attempt to rebuild a family and it's honor, despite being forbidden in creating more of his line. The mistake of his family had damaged prim and thus was destroyed by the over-seers as they had preformed an illegal ritual and failed. Only through my immature state and ignorance of the events, added by the passing mercy of the one who found me, do i now serve prim. No matter the order, no matter the trial. Gideon would see himself either perish, or earn forgiveness for the sins of his family.
your character encounters a spirit, looking lost and (scared or angry); how does your character react? do they try and help or do they simply pass them by? -
He was lost in thought yet again, it had always happend. The cooled air of a sunless sky washed over him, not a cloud to be witnessed as the star's would illuminate and reveal a dark ocean of sparkling lights. Footfalls leaving light crunching of sand as he walked the length of the long empty dark beach. It is a sombre quiet that always allows time for thought and contemplation, when not waiting on a command to enter the depths. Gideon's thought's were never focused, always wandering and catching faint glimpses of what tomorrow or tonight could possibly bring.
As he walked, his thought's would hold pause as his eye's lazily scanned across the coming unwalked beach only to pass over the form of a small girl. Taking a moment to blink off the blank stare once held, Gideon would refocus them onto the lone girl. Who stood facing the dark water's. She was unmoving, her gaze as glazed as his own thoughtless thinking had provided. Despite the sight, his pace never slowed. Gideon would remain at a slow ambling walk, a wandering that now would bring him up behind her. As she was approached, there was no sign of realisation, the light breeze not moving her dark hair or dress. She looked so young, to be in her late teen's at most. Her dress was a simple dulled white that came to her knees. Her hair was messy, lmost frazzled. It was only a few more steps until Gideon was beside her, sharing the view with her as he looked out towards the darkened horizon. It took a few moment's, but then her head would turn slowly, almost lazily towards him. Her head would not incline to look up to him, yet her eye's had panned upwards to meet his. She said nothing, remaining silent, her eye's almost seemingly waiting for something.
Gideon would wait, to give the water a few more moment's of time before she would hear him sigh softly to himself, his head slowly turning to look at her, to meet her gaze. She would take pause for a moment before taking an uncertain step back. It seemed she wasnt used to being seen. She looked nervous, afraid, un-sure. Gideon had often told himself that he was never good with people, yet he was working daily to serve customers. The self-lie wasnt healthy. The moments felt like minutes, the girl still silent as she watched me, her uncertainty still plan upon her face. She may not even attempt to, so gideon would break the ice. "You... Seem lost, little one. Why are you out so late?" His voice soft, yet tired. He had hoped this would get an answer from her, at least a nod, perhaps? Gideon knew she was not of the living. A spectre, a wraith, one of the ul-living. He saw them aplenty, yet none upon the beach. Untill now. She seemed disquieted by the question, several emotions flickered across her face. She seemed to be deciding on if she should, or would answer. Or maybe she was just one who found it difficult to speak? Giving another soft, tired sigh, Gideon would try again. Giving a careful, small smile, he would ask again. "Are you alright?" Her silence still holding strong. After what felt like hours, yet passed in moment's, she had her answer. That answer was a simple one, yet fully understandable. It was to run.
She fled. Dissapearing up the beach at a paniced sprint towards the light of prim. As she would reach the street's, she would flee further in and around a corner. Gideon's gaze lazily following her as she fled. He couldn't, didn't blame her, she looked like she was the one seeing a ghost. Being approached in the night by a stranger would cause most to flee, her flight from the beach and away from him was something he would not hold surprise at. Nor would he attempt to follow her. There were other's in Prim who could see them, he did not wish to be viewed as one who bothered the dead. His gaze returning to the ocean, lightly rubbing the tip of his nose to rid of a small itch, he would spot something. Looking down the length of his nose, Gideon's eye's would come to rest upon the reason she was here. Sat in the dark, the tide gently lapping at them, were two shoes sat in almost careful attention facing the sea. It didn't take Gideon more than a few moment's to guess. She had drowned herself. It was a somber thought, perhaps had he been out earlier, he could have maybe stopped this. Shaking his head, no. There was no use getting his thoughts caught up in her reasoning. The deed was done.
The thought of going home had passed his mind. To move on with the night. She was gone after all, and as she had fled, she did not wish his presence. It was an odd feeling, however. He wanted to go home, but something didnt seem right with just leaving. His thought's would all come together to a single, simple idea. Gideon would chuckle at, it as if presented it by another person. Gideon would kick his own shoes off, giving a soft smile to the ocean. "Come on, now. Give her back." He spoke, almost as if asking a close friend. The girl's body rested in a massive, unmarked grave. It reminded him of his own family, the blank page of history they had been awarded. He may not be able to help her wraith, but there was another act of kindness only he could preform. Thus would Gideon dissapear into the water's. Two pairs of shoe's sat in silence, side by side as they slowly sank into the sands.
It would be a few hour's later that Gideon would approach the local hospital. There was a desk clerk slouched at her desk, phone in hand as she idly browsed whatever medial entertainment she could find interesting. The hospital door would slide open, a light dinging noise to let those nearby that someone had arrived. Looking up from her phone, she would see two individuals. Both soaked. Innitialy she would seem confused at what she saw. Why two people were trailing in a carpet of water. But once her eye's rested upon the girl in the man's arms, she was up on her feet. The nurse would swiftly approach, her view fixated on the small, curled form of an ice-cold girl that rested in Gideon's arms. Grimly, she was long-since dead. He had no where to bring her, but here. The nurse didnt look the girl over for long, calling for doctors loudly and urgently. They arrived swiftly. The more experienced doctors didnt need more than a simple look, being able to tell what had happened between us. They didnt ask many question's, Gideon would give them the girl. This would be the only kindness he could afford her. The hospital would be able to identify her, notify family, friends. And give her a propper burial.
Gideon did not stay, leaving the building as quietly, as quickly, as he had arrived. He knew they would want to ask question's. To ask what had happened and how he was involved. But it was almost past midnight, he was wet and cold. It was almost time to see if he would be going back into Prim's water's for the second time tonight. Slipping away, Gidon would vanish. Time to go home.
I hope I'm not too late to still attempt a CS!
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