Post by Daedalus Sui on Apr 26, 2018 3:55:38 GMT
★ Daedalus Sui ★
Played by: Xubo
Faceclaim: Kagerou Project, Kenjirou Tateyama
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Weight and Height:
5’9” or roughly 178cm/157lb or roughly 71kg
Appearance:
Two things that are constant about Daedalus’ appearance are his glasses, and the fact that he isn’t very thorough with his shaving. As a result, a fuzz of wiry khaki-brown stubble that matches his hair can always be seen creeping along his chin and up his jawline. His aforementioned hair is every hairdresser’s nightmare; relatively tidily cropped at a distance, and an absolute bird’s nest up close. Daedalus doesn’t mind much himself, and continues to neglect it more often than not.
His physique isn’t anything remarkable, and one may even go as far as to say a bit on the shrimpy side considering his age. He is overall quite slim, but not to the point of appearing unhealthily skinny, and has mediocrely-maintained muscles. He doesn’t get sick all that often, but he puts it down to the fact that he doesn’t exactly have much contact with the outside world, save for his students.
His wardrobe is a bland affair, a monochrome mess dotted through with some orange, blue and maroon. He favours slightly looser clothing (v-necks, jeans and cardigans in cold weather) that allows for mobility and comfort rather than aesthetic appeal, and hasn’t ever heard of what a cummerbund is, much less of black-tie events.
When he holds a training session, he wears his old white lab coat over any casual clothing, fitted with concealed homemade metal plating to protect himself from his flashier pupils, and sometimes sticks a red or blue pen behind his left ear (not that he ever uses it).
It's the only thing left of the life he had before.
Occupation:
Really terrible example for kids, but alsotutor trainer...sometimes
Personality:
Daedalus’ past personality wasn't an unpleasant one, per se, but rather more of an apathetic, antisocial one. There’s no sugarcoating it, but Daedalus just couldn’t feel empathy for the suffering and pain of others around him, nor did he particularly care about what others think about him. He could watch a man die in front of his eyes and still take a bite out of his sandwich like it was nothing more than a cockroach being squashed. He could take a ton of verbal abuse and shrug it off like a nonchalant comment, much to the confusion and chagrin of those that sought to defame him.
Apart from the evident pseudo-sociopathic tendencies he displayed back then, Daedalus was actually an extremely laid-back person, disliking stress and excessive working over all else. Though he may have lacked any sense of tact, he still managed to have a well-reputed sense of dry and dark humour, complementing his coldness towards empathy. As a result, not many people were close to him, but nor were many all that strongly antagonized against him.
---
After a series of as-of-now undisclosed events in his previous location of residence (which he isn't legally allowed to mention anymore), Daedalus was 'relocated' to the Astraeus Institute, where his outlook on life has lightened a little, but only a little. His goal-formulating skills have improved (marginally) as well, but he still finds it difficult to interact with people in general. That's something he'll have to work on if he wants to retain his position as atutor trainer at the institute.
In addition, his range of emotions have expanded past the size of a teaspoon, but not for the better; as well as earning himself a job at the Institute, the event that caused him to be removed from his previous home also drove him to become a prolific alcoholic on the low. As such, Daedalus has become much more irritable and prone to mood swings, frustration, anger and bitterness, especially while hungover or while drunk.
Of course, he still tries to restrain himself and remain apathetic to the world, but is starting to find that harder and harder to do, having started to become trapped in a vicious cycle of resorting to drinking every time he feels any sort of strong emotional stirring, especially a negative one. And that's happening more and more often by the day.
Background:
How does a penniless, semi-legal, half-tutor, bottom-most graduate of a second rate academy who's failing to pay taxes every second month, on the verge of living off welfare, dropped off in the middle of a godforsaken city-island in the middle of nowhere, end up teaching at a cutting-edge military funded Australian institute, making four digits a month off a government payroll?
Now, if you'll sit down and listen, I'll tell you a thrilling tale; a modern rewriting of the classic rags to riches fable.
Never really one destined for great things, Daedalus always knew what his life would become; he was born, one in many billions, would live his life out, and then die and be forgotten, like many of billions, and that was if things went relatively well. His parents constantly tried to push him to do better, first with bargains, then with pleas, then with threats, and finally...they just gave up. That suited him just fine.
He cruised through his schooling career, scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel, and decided to half-ass the rest of his life as well, from then onwards only doing the minimum of what was required to survive in the city he'd been cursed enough to be born in. After being employed for a short while at his old school as a casual and being being fired, he slowly progressed down a massive slippery slope, becoming a total NEET.
After a few months of unsuccessful job-hopping, Daedalus was pretty much ready to give up and take his fate lying down. And then, it came to him like a flash; he could still do something with the smoking wreckage that was his life! He didn't need to be a qualified teacher...he could run a private tutoring business! With his knowledge of ██, kids falling behind in the ███ █████ █████ would come flocking to him!
Printing off a massive stack of fliers with the last of his money, Daedalus threw them all to the wind, watching them fly about the city and drift through open windows, plaster themselves on poles, flap into peoples' faces...
And the happiest two months in his life began.
Within a single month of releasing the fliers, he'd already gathered a small group of proteges; ████, ████, and ███, among a few others. He'd also beaten back his NEET tendencies and could finally walk outside without feeling like he was shriveling up, thus meeting a variety of...'interesting' people. Among these were a few that stood out in his mind...An alcoholic redhead by the name of ████, built like a brick wall; the world's tiniest musician, ███████, who was monstrously strong for her tiny size; ████ ███ ██, a celery-headed and fiery-tempered cook who'd thrown a ████ at him, and many, many others.
Three months have passed since the fliers. Daedalus was lounging on his couch/bed, smiling genuinely for once, remembering everything a single rogue idea had brought him; laughter, tears, pain, and joy. For once in his life, everything seemed to be perfect.
Then, everything changed when the doorbell rang.
"Hello~! Who-? Hey, hey what are you...?!"
"He's the one."
"Oi, oi, what's going on here?!"
"Don't panic. We'll explain to you in due time."
...
"Astraeus Institute...? Australia???"
"Indeed. Sign at the bottom. Don't forget to read the fine print."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But..."
"Yes, you're on the Australian government's payroll now. Don't mean to rush you, but time is running short. Sign or don't, all the same to us."
"Us...?"
"I am legally prohibited from answering that."
"...whatever."
"Thank you for your time. The flight is scheduled for tomorrow, 1030 hours sharp. Don't be late."
"Alright, alright. Is that it?"
"That's it. Thanks for cooperating."
"You too. I mean, uh..."
"We'll see you in Melbourne, Mr. Sui."
"Y-yeah...Melbourne..."
Skills and Weaknesses:
+
Constant Neutrality: Daedalus is a very objective person. He sees no point in taking sides, and considers most problems from a neutral standpoint, making him a great (if reluctant) mediator of arguments and disputes.
Emotional Stability: Well, it's not so much 'stability' as 'apathy', really. Daedalus' dulled perception of emotions allows him to pull through psychologically intense events quickly with as little impact to his psyche as possible, and also enables him to get his hands dirty with less of a toll on his conscience.
Tactical Improviser: Well versed in employing unorthodox and sometimes immoral tactics in combat in tandem with more conventional ones, Daedalus is a hard combatant to outwit, let alone back into a corner, due to his prowess in mixing and matching tactical approaches.
-
Callousness: As mentioned earlier, Daedalus isn't a very nice person sometimes. When providing criticism, he's blunt and unforgiving, and he cares very little about the safety and welfare of others. There's not much else to it, he's just not very nice. Sometimes.
Ultimate Pragmatist: As an unintended side effect of his tactical prowess and emotional apathy, Daedalus is, as aforementioned, the ultimate pragmatist. He's unscrupulous, dishonorable, cowardly...whatever synonym of morally-deficit you want to describe him as. Whatever gets him and whoever he perceives as an ally ahead, he will do without a second thought.
Crippling Independence: Daedalus doesn't play in teams. It's a simple as that. You put him with more than three people in a room and tell him to work on something with them as a team, things will go very wrong. His style of doing things usually revolves around the benefit of himself more than anyone, disadvantaging people he works with in larger team situations.
Gifts:
PRIMARY: NEON DESTRUCTION LV.1
Daedalus is able to fire off destructive bolts of vivid red neon/smoke-like energy, capable of blasting apart organic and inorganic matter given enough time. He can also imbue his strikes with the same energy, empowering his striking power several times above his regular strength.
This power often burns and chars objects it connects with, and also emits a shower of harmless sparks. A direct hit can sometimes set flammable objects alight, for better or worse. Think Abigail Walker, from inFAMOUS: Second Son, but with a red color palette.
SECONDARY: NEON MANIPULATION LV.1
Daedalus can create vaguely shaped constructs out of his neon smoke for utility or protective uses (i.e. shields, smokescreens, etc.), though they are only usable for a single post and cannot be maintained under windy conditions.
Statistics:
(12pts+2 from transfer)
Strength - B
Agility - B
Endurance - C
Perception - S
Played by: Xubo
Faceclaim: Kagerou Project, Kenjirou Tateyama
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Weight and Height:
5’9” or roughly 178cm/157lb or roughly 71kg
Appearance:
Two things that are constant about Daedalus’ appearance are his glasses, and the fact that he isn’t very thorough with his shaving. As a result, a fuzz of wiry khaki-brown stubble that matches his hair can always be seen creeping along his chin and up his jawline. His aforementioned hair is every hairdresser’s nightmare; relatively tidily cropped at a distance, and an absolute bird’s nest up close. Daedalus doesn’t mind much himself, and continues to neglect it more often than not.
His physique isn’t anything remarkable, and one may even go as far as to say a bit on the shrimpy side considering his age. He is overall quite slim, but not to the point of appearing unhealthily skinny, and has mediocrely-maintained muscles. He doesn’t get sick all that often, but he puts it down to the fact that he doesn’t exactly have much contact with the outside world, save for his students.
His wardrobe is a bland affair, a monochrome mess dotted through with some orange, blue and maroon. He favours slightly looser clothing (v-necks, jeans and cardigans in cold weather) that allows for mobility and comfort rather than aesthetic appeal, and hasn’t ever heard of what a cummerbund is, much less of black-tie events.
When he holds a training session, he wears his old white lab coat over any casual clothing, fitted with concealed homemade metal plating to protect himself from his flashier pupils, and sometimes sticks a red or blue pen behind his left ear (not that he ever uses it).
It's the only thing left of the life he had before.
Occupation:
Really terrible example for kids, but also
Personality:
Daedalus’ past personality wasn't an unpleasant one, per se, but rather more of an apathetic, antisocial one. There’s no sugarcoating it, but Daedalus just couldn’t feel empathy for the suffering and pain of others around him, nor did he particularly care about what others think about him. He could watch a man die in front of his eyes and still take a bite out of his sandwich like it was nothing more than a cockroach being squashed. He could take a ton of verbal abuse and shrug it off like a nonchalant comment, much to the confusion and chagrin of those that sought to defame him.
Apart from the evident pseudo-sociopathic tendencies he displayed back then, Daedalus was actually an extremely laid-back person, disliking stress and excessive working over all else. Though he may have lacked any sense of tact, he still managed to have a well-reputed sense of dry and dark humour, complementing his coldness towards empathy. As a result, not many people were close to him, but nor were many all that strongly antagonized against him.
---
After a series of as-of-now undisclosed events in his previous location of residence (which he isn't legally allowed to mention anymore), Daedalus was 'relocated' to the Astraeus Institute, where his outlook on life has lightened a little, but only a little. His goal-formulating skills have improved (marginally) as well, but he still finds it difficult to interact with people in general. That's something he'll have to work on if he wants to retain his position as a
In addition, his range of emotions have expanded past the size of a teaspoon, but not for the better; as well as earning himself a job at the Institute, the event that caused him to be removed from his previous home also drove him to become a prolific alcoholic on the low. As such, Daedalus has become much more irritable and prone to mood swings, frustration, anger and bitterness, especially while hungover or while drunk.
Of course, he still tries to restrain himself and remain apathetic to the world, but is starting to find that harder and harder to do, having started to become trapped in a vicious cycle of resorting to drinking every time he feels any sort of strong emotional stirring, especially a negative one. And that's happening more and more often by the day.
Background:
How does a penniless, semi-legal, half-tutor, bottom-most graduate of a second rate academy who's failing to pay taxes every second month, on the verge of living off welfare, dropped off in the middle of a godforsaken city-island in the middle of nowhere, end up teaching at a cutting-edge military funded Australian institute, making four digits a month off a government payroll?
Now, if you'll sit down and listen, I'll tell you a thrilling tale; a modern rewriting of the classic rags to riches fable.
Never really one destined for great things, Daedalus always knew what his life would become; he was born, one in many billions, would live his life out, and then die and be forgotten, like many of billions, and that was if things went relatively well. His parents constantly tried to push him to do better, first with bargains, then with pleas, then with threats, and finally...they just gave up. That suited him just fine.
He cruised through his schooling career, scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel, and decided to half-ass the rest of his life as well, from then onwards only doing the minimum of what was required to survive in the city he'd been cursed enough to be born in. After being employed for a short while at his old school as a casual and being being fired, he slowly progressed down a massive slippery slope, becoming a total NEET.
After a few months of unsuccessful job-hopping, Daedalus was pretty much ready to give up and take his fate lying down. And then, it came to him like a flash; he could still do something with the smoking wreckage that was his life! He didn't need to be a qualified teacher...he could run a private tutoring business! With his knowledge of ██, kids falling behind in the ███ █████ █████ would come flocking to him!
Printing off a massive stack of fliers with the last of his money, Daedalus threw them all to the wind, watching them fly about the city and drift through open windows, plaster themselves on poles, flap into peoples' faces...
And the happiest two months in his life began.
Within a single month of releasing the fliers, he'd already gathered a small group of proteges; ████, ████, and ███, among a few others. He'd also beaten back his NEET tendencies and could finally walk outside without feeling like he was shriveling up, thus meeting a variety of...'interesting' people. Among these were a few that stood out in his mind...An alcoholic redhead by the name of ████, built like a brick wall; the world's tiniest musician, ███████, who was monstrously strong for her tiny size; ████ ███ ██, a celery-headed and fiery-tempered cook who'd thrown a ████ at him, and many, many others.
Three months have passed since the fliers. Daedalus was lounging on his couch/bed, smiling genuinely for once, remembering everything a single rogue idea had brought him; laughter, tears, pain, and joy. For once in his life, everything seemed to be perfect.
Then, everything changed when the doorbell rang.
"Hello~! Who-? Hey, hey what are you...?!"
"He's the one."
"Oi, oi, what's going on here?!"
"Don't panic. We'll explain to you in due time."
...
"Astraeus Institute...? Australia???"
"Indeed. Sign at the bottom. Don't forget to read the fine print."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But..."
"Yes, you're on the Australian government's payroll now. Don't mean to rush you, but time is running short. Sign or don't, all the same to us."
"Us...?"
"I am legally prohibited from answering that."
"...whatever."
"Thank you for your time. The flight is scheduled for tomorrow, 1030 hours sharp. Don't be late."
"Alright, alright. Is that it?"
"That's it. Thanks for cooperating."
"You too. I mean, uh..."
"We'll see you in Melbourne, Mr. Sui."
"Y-yeah...Melbourne..."
Skills and Weaknesses:
+
Constant Neutrality: Daedalus is a very objective person. He sees no point in taking sides, and considers most problems from a neutral standpoint, making him a great (if reluctant) mediator of arguments and disputes.
Emotional Stability: Well, it's not so much 'stability' as 'apathy', really. Daedalus' dulled perception of emotions allows him to pull through psychologically intense events quickly with as little impact to his psyche as possible, and also enables him to get his hands dirty with less of a toll on his conscience.
Tactical Improviser: Well versed in employing unorthodox and sometimes immoral tactics in combat in tandem with more conventional ones, Daedalus is a hard combatant to outwit, let alone back into a corner, due to his prowess in mixing and matching tactical approaches.
-
Callousness: As mentioned earlier, Daedalus isn't a very nice person sometimes. When providing criticism, he's blunt and unforgiving, and he cares very little about the safety and welfare of others. There's not much else to it, he's just not very nice. Sometimes.
Ultimate Pragmatist: As an unintended side effect of his tactical prowess and emotional apathy, Daedalus is, as aforementioned, the ultimate pragmatist. He's unscrupulous, dishonorable, cowardly...whatever synonym of morally-deficit you want to describe him as. Whatever gets him and whoever he perceives as an ally ahead, he will do without a second thought.
Crippling Independence: Daedalus doesn't play in teams. It's a simple as that. You put him with more than three people in a room and tell him to work on something with them as a team, things will go very wrong. His style of doing things usually revolves around the benefit of himself more than anyone, disadvantaging people he works with in larger team situations.
Gifts:
PRIMARY: NEON DESTRUCTION LV.1
Daedalus is able to fire off destructive bolts of vivid red neon/smoke-like energy, capable of blasting apart organic and inorganic matter given enough time. He can also imbue his strikes with the same energy, empowering his striking power several times above his regular strength.
This power often burns and chars objects it connects with, and also emits a shower of harmless sparks. A direct hit can sometimes set flammable objects alight, for better or worse. Think Abigail Walker, from inFAMOUS: Second Son, but with a red color palette.
SECONDARY: NEON MANIPULATION LV.1
Daedalus can create vaguely shaped constructs out of his neon smoke for utility or protective uses (i.e. shields, smokescreens, etc.), though they are only usable for a single post and cannot be maintained under windy conditions.
Statistics:
(12pts+2 from transfer)
Strength - B
Agility - B
Endurance - C
Perception - S
