Post by NunoCastsFist on Feb 13, 2020 21:58:38 GMT -5
"Fiend Fish" Freud
Other Names: N/A
Epithet: Fiend Fish
Height: 4'7" (Hunched), 5'7" (Straight)
Build: Frail, Hunched
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Fishman (Sabertooth Fish)
Occupation: Vagabond Chemist
Bounty/Rank: 50,000
Total X-Poinz: 300
Used X-Poinz:
Personality
"Kur Kur Kur~"
A fishman with a morbid if not outright ghoulish sense of humor, Freud laughs and jokes a lot. This is more of a coping mechanism than genuine joviality, often being a display of shock, relief, anxiety, fear or irony rather than appreciation for some jape or person. When calm Freud's jokes shift slightly to a more nonsensical tone.
Idiot Savant
Failure is the greatest teacher, and Freud has failed a lot. Uneducated, illiterate, blind to most social cues, Freud nevertheless has amassed a great deal of scientific knowledge through experimentation and sheer luck. Safety and common sense are second to breakthroughs and the simple pleasure of finding why a certain white powder turns into a sweet caramel-like solution when heated. While chemistry is Freud's true love, he is much more focused on a tiny sliver of it. The boy loves his explosions, having yet to fail enough to know much about them.
Rags to Riches, All of Us
As a young tantruming fry Freud lost his way too far from the reefs of Fishman Island and never found his way back home. The storming tides took him to a faraway islet, a desolate little pile of sand without much of a way to make a living. The humans there were not necessarily fond of fishmen but even less of abandoning children, tolerating Freud and even helping with him with the burdens of hunger and poverty. This marked him deeply, and now as an adult Freud seeks a way to help beggars and outcasts everywhere. How? By finding the secret formula to turn lead into gold, of course!
Appearance
Freud is a short fishman made even shorted by his hunchback. While his body is covered in bandages like a second skin, scales shed by the chemist are mottled blue with hues of black as if burnt to a crisp. Freud's fins nevertheless shoot out from the sides of his jaw and through the white linen, having torn and holed folds and a sickly beige color. Freud's oversized round eyes are covered by similarly oversized and round swimming goggles, with reflective green lens to hide his frankly haunting stare. The fishman usually wears an unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt stamped with red crab silhouettes over a white and grey floral pattern, comboing it with striped black and white swimming trunks and wooden sandals. Freud has braces, to help with his many, many, many, many teeth. All in all, not much of a looker.
Traits
- Amphibious: You have the ability to breathe underwater and in open air and are adapted to be able to swim better than other races, reducing drag and allowing you to perform normal movements even in the crushing depths.
- Slobber Lobber: You have the ability to produce and spit mucus to great distances, coating the targeted surface with a jet of thick, combustible and foul-smelling mouth juice. Ew.
- Layers and Layers: Your bandages aren't just for show. By tearing a piece and wrapping it around an ally, you can patch them up rather quickly. This leaves you exposed for the rest of the fight, however!
Fighting Styles
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Background
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