Post by Fox on Oct 24, 2020 1:20:30 GMT -5
Dughall
Other Names: Tenebrae
Epithet:
Height: 8’3”
Build: Gangly
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Heavy Bio Cyborg
Occupation: Herbalist
Bounty: 0
Total X-Poinz: 300
Used X-Poinz: 200
{Full XPz Breakdown}
Earned X-Poinz Record:
Earned X-Poinz Record:
Rebate X-Poinz Record:
- Deolchaire an Dúlra
Remaining Rebate XPz: 0 - Danse Macabre
+100 (Paramecia Devil Fruit Purchase)
-50 (Piqué - R1 Tech)
-50 (Cabriole - R1 Tech)
Remaining Rebate XPz: 0
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Split Personality
Shy Shade
Gentle Giant
Clingy Coward
Imaginative Innocent
Kind-Hearted
Sadistic Snake
Habitual Hedonist
Malicious Manipulator
Playful Imp
Vicious Vanity
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Personnel File
}Personality
Split Personality
In order to cope with some early childhood trauma Dughall has developed a separate personality in Tenebrae. Tenebrae arises whenever Dughall becomes too uncomfortable with a situation, sleeps, or is otherwise incapacitated. Tenebrae switches off whenever something becomes too boring for him to keep interest or if Dughall becomes emotional about something or someone.
DUGHALL
Shy Shade
Dughall doesn’t do well in crowds or situations where he has to be overtly social. He’s very shy and almost afraid of most people and what they’ll think of him. He tends to cover up and stick to the outskirts of most areas and situations. He’s especially nervous around people in white coats.
Gentle Giant
Despite his fearsome appearance and size, Dughall is incredibly gentle. He’d never hurt a fly or even pluck a leaf off a tree for fear of hurting it. His every touch is as light as a feather. He’s also very soft spoken, hardly raising his voice over a murmur. He very much does not want to hurt anyone or be hurt by anyone.
Clingy Coward
A lot of things scare Dughall. People, crowds, loud noises. Anyone threatening him with violence especially scares him. His first response is to shut down and cower on the spot, sending Tenebrae out to deal with whatever it is. When it's not an overwhelming fear, Dughall will cling very closely to the people that he cares about.
Imaginative Innocent
Possessing an active and wild imagination, Dughall loves stories and to express himself through gardening or taking care of animals. He likes to daydream about better worlds filled with light and love. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone or anything. He just wants to live peacefully and happily with people who care about him.
Kind-Hearted
Dughall is quite kind. He can’t turn a blind eye to anyone who needs help or is hurt. His cowardice prevents him from confronting physical threats, but he’ll do everything else that he can think of to help with the problem.
TENEBRAE
Sadistic Snake
Tenebrae enjoys many things, but one of his favorite pastimes is to cause others pain. For no other reason than he wants to hear someone scream. A bit like a cat playing with its prey, he’ll toy with them and draw out their suffering. He’ll allow them to attempt futile escapes. Anything to see the light of hope snuffed out.
Habitual Hedonist
A creature of habit and his habit being pleasure, Tenebrae often avails himself of the little pleasures of life. Whether it be food or pampering or the company of charming people, he doesn’t hold back. He enjoys himself. What else is life for, after all?
Malicious Manipulator
As much as he enjoys a multitude of things, Tenebrae very much deeply hates when things don’t go his way. As such, he’ll manipulate whatever and whoever he has to. He’ll even manipulate and use Dughall to go along with the things he wants. He doesn’t really care if it hurts anyone because he can just make them believe that their pain is their own fault.
Playful Imp
Tenebrae loves games. He loves the very idea of them. He likes making rules and finding loopholes to exploit. He would never cheat at a game, but he would tilt the odds and rules into his favor. He’s an incredibly sore loser, but he’ll never play a game without some kind of risk involves for both sides.
Vicious Vanity
Above all, Tenebrae is very very vain. He’s meticulous about his appearance, never wanting to be as ugly as his other half Dughall. He’ll alter his appearance to suit his needs in the moment using his Devil Fruit ability. He does not take insults to his appearance kindly.
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Appearance
Dughall appears quite monstrous at first glance. He’s essentially a patchwork being with parts from all sorts of different Fishman of all sorts of different species. His original species was Black Dragonfish, and his torso and head still retain that heritage, at least marginally. His body is gangly with arms almost too long for him. His hands end in sharp claws. His legs and feet are of a similar construction with stitched up scars covering his whole body and keeping everything attached. His eyes are a bright blue that almost seem to glow. He only has scruffy black hair on top of his head. He keeps his face covered with a hooded cowl and a pair of tattered shorts. He tends to wrap up his scars in lots of bandages so that no one can see them. Despite his efforts to cover up, two forward-facing horns were bolted onto his head, so they always protruded out from under his cowl.
Tenebrae, despite sharing Dughall’s body, actually maintains an appearance quite different. He uses the ability of the Reki Reki no Mi to cover his body in tar, shaping it to a more attractive herculean physique, adding horns of his own - though these jutt out forward and then up - and even adding a tail. Sometimes, he’ll even go for wings if he’s feeling showy, or he’ll plop bits from the environment onto himself like rocks or other such things to style himself up.
Tenebrae, despite sharing Dughall’s body, actually maintains an appearance quite different. He uses the ability of the Reki Reki no Mi to cover his body in tar, shaping it to a more attractive herculean physique, adding horns of his own - though these jutt out forward and then up - and even adding a tail. Sometimes, he’ll even go for wings if he’s feeling showy, or he’ll plop bits from the environment onto himself like rocks or other such things to style himself up.
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Crossed Wires
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #1
Herbal Tea
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #2
Durable Creation
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #3
Amphibious
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #4
Tar Heavy Cyborg
Devil Fruit Trait
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Name: Deolchaire an Dúlra ”Nature’s Bounty”
Focus: Support, Nature, Minions
Class: E
Description:
Name: Danse Macabre ”Dance of Death”
Focus: Devil Fruit, Power Attacks
Class: E
Description:
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Name: Fouetté ”Whipped”
Fighting Style: Danse Macabre
Rank: 1
Description:
Name: Cabriole ”Caper”
Fighting Style: Danse Macabre
Rank: 1
Description:
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Name: Blowgun
Fighting Style: Deolchaire an Dúlra
Rank: 0
Description:
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Combat Data
}Traits
Crossed Wires
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #1
Dughall’s patchwork body isn’t a perfect job. His different body parts react to electricity differently due to the way that his nerves were connected, causing the affected body part to short-circuit and become unresponsive. As such, Dughall is particularly vulnerable to electricity and electricity based attacks.
Herbal Tea
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #2
Due to the nature of his patchwork body, Dughall has to take a lot of painkillers to deal with the pain from his heavy body modifications. This tends to come in the form of herbs, which can be quite bitter, but when brewed tend to make a nice tea.
Durable Creation
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #3
Dughall’s body was built with durability in mind. The stitching is seamless and holds him together better than most ordinary people. Injuries that could kill or cripple others, Dughall can tough through. His nerve endings are a little messed up, so oftentimes, he can’t even feel the pain.
Amphibious
Heavy Cyborg Starting Trait #4
Originally, Dughall was a Fishman and has since had other parts from Fishmen added onto him. As such, he has retained the ability to breathe in both the air and in water. His adaptations also allow him to survive in the crushing depths.
Tar Heavy Cyborg
Devil Fruit Trait
Dughall ate the Reki Reki no Mi, which grants Tenebrae the ability to produce and manipulate tar.
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Fighting Styles
Name: Deolchaire an Dúlra ”Nature’s Bounty”
Focus: Support, Nature, Minions
Class: E
Description:
Dughall isn’t very good with fighting or confrontations of any sort. When it comes to defending himself, he relies on his animal and plant friends to protect him. He can provide support with his extensive knowledge of herbal medicine, but otherwise does not directly engage in the conflict.
Name: Danse Macabre ”Dance of Death”
Focus: Devil Fruit, Power Attacks
Class: E
Description:
Utilizing his Devil Fruit abilities, Tenebrae coats himself and the environment in his black, sticky tar, leveraging the playing field into his favor. He strikes using his tar coating or manipulates it from afar to strike or cover his victims. His movements in manipulating the tar are coordinated as in a dance, making him a slippery target.
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Techniques
Name: Fouetté ”Whipped”
Fighting Style: Danse Macabre
Rank: 1
Description:
After having produced some tar, Tenebrae forms a long, thin tendril from it and cracks it like a whip at an opponent. It lashes across a foe with a loud crack, cutting deeply into the skin.
Name: Cabriole ”Caper”
Fighting Style: Danse Macabre
Rank: 1
Description:
Sending out a wave of tar that bounces and skips across the ground, Tenebrae may ensnare an opponent by hitting them directly or if they step onto the tar on the ground. He uses this to create an opening and limit his victim’s movement options.
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Equipment
Name: Blowgun
Fighting Style: Deolchaire an Dúlra
Rank: 0
Description:
A simple wooden blowgun that Dughall whittled himself. He uses it to administer herbal tranquilizers or remedies.
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Background
}Dughall hardly remembers anything about his early life. His earliest memories start about three years ago when he was fifteen years old. He knew his name and how to do things, but nothing else. There were four gray walls, a door, and a mirror. That room was his entire world. Occasionally, food came through the door and a voice echoed off the four walls. One day, the voice congratulated him on his fifteenth birthday and informed him that he would be transferred to the general population.
Not sure what that meant, Dughall waited. Two men in white coats appeared and took him to another room with several other people that looked like him. He tried to talk to them, but they snapped at him and shouted, smacking him away. From then on Dughall kept to the corners and didn’t talk to anyone and no one bothered talking to him. Often, the men in white coats would come to take someone away. Sometimes they came back. Sometimes they didn’t.
Dughall held out the hope that, maybe, when it was his turn, he would get to go somewhere better. And, in time, his turn did come. Only, he wasn’t going to that better place that he hoped for. They put him on a table and strapped him down, the light hanging above blinding him. That was the last thing he knew before intense agonizing pain. They cut him up. Sewed all sorts of pieces and parts onto him. Before he knew it, he had no idea if his body was even his own anymore. It didn’t look the same. Everything always ached. Why? Why were they doing this?
He didn’t know. He just knew to be scared whenever the men in white coats showed up because that meant that they were going to hurt him. Over time, the faces in the room changed until Dughall didn’t recognize anyone anymore. All gone. Taken somewhere else or worse. The new arrivals always looked one of two ways. Angry or scared. Dughall was scared.
Many of them came to talk to him, but he always cowered from them until they went away. It felt like everyone wanted to hurt him. One of the new faces was more persistent than the others. They spoke to Dughall softly, trying to reassure him. He opened up to that one and answered all of his many questions as best he could. And then… that person promised that they would get him and the others out.
Time passed and the men in white returned for Dughall. Only, this time that person rallied the others and attacked the men in white. They took his hand and led him out of the room and down halls with the others. It all became a blur of gray and white until… they were outside. Trees and dense foliage surrounded them. A light shortly fell on the group of them and loud alarms sounded. That person pushed Dughall away and ordered everyone to scatter in different directions.
Dughall ran. He ran. He ran until his fear and uncertainty seized up his body and the pain was too much to bear. That was when he heard the dogs barking. They were getting closer. Dughall forced himself up and ran until he collapsed in front of an oddly shaped tree. It was fat and had short, scraggly branches. He climbed it and fell into a hollow at the point where all of the branches met.
He found himself looking up at a strange looking fruit hanging from one of the branches, its curly stem hooked on one of the jagged branches. A memory resurfaced as he stared at it. Something someone told him once. That was… a Devil Fruit. A story… A little devil lived inside of that fruit and… had terrible powers. If someone ate one, that little devil would be inside of them. The men in white… were scary monsters. Maybe Dughall needed a monster to fight monsters. He couldn’t do it himself.
Snatching up the fruit, Dughall gulped it down in one go. As he did, he heard a voice in his head. It said… “Finally.” The next thing that Dughall knew he was somewhere else. Still in the jungle, but he didn’t hear the sound of alarms or the dogs barking. The voice chimed in again. “I’m bored now. You take over.”
So, Dughall moved. After a few days of travelling, he knew a few things about the voice. It was the little devil that was now living inside of him. His name was Tenebrae. And, if Dughall tried hard enough, he could see what Tenebrae looked like. Of course, Tenebrae only chimed in every now and then to answer questions when something piqued his interest.
Every now and then, Dughall would find himself somewhere else. A different island. A different forest. From what he could tell, Tenebrae would move them around whenever he got bored or… something else happened. Dughall didn’t mind terribly. He liked the company. Having someone he could talk to was reassuring. But the pain from his patchwork body was excruciating, and one day, Dughall collapsed.
When next he woke, he was in a cottage, being looked after by a strange man. He wasn’t in white, so that put his mind to ease at least a little. The man brewed something up that made the pain go away for the first time since they’d cut him up. Dughall begged the man to teach him. He was so very tired of hurting.
The man agreed and introduced himself as Nunnos. He taught Dughall which plants were good and which were bad, what they did, and how to mix them together for various effects. The work made Dughall happy. It was peaceful to have his hands doing something. Tenebrae often complained, but Dughall didn’t care too much. He learned how to befriend animals and soon he was surrounded by a lot of warmth and love.
That is, until one day Dughall woke up somewhere else entirely with no memory of how he got there. He asked Tenebrae about it who explained with some reluctance that Master Nunnos and his animal friends had been attacked by mysterious individuals and taken away somewhere else. Dughall pressed Tenebrae for more answers, but he wasn’t forthcoming. So, Dughall set out for the first time with a goal in mind. Find out what had happened to his Master!
Not sure what that meant, Dughall waited. Two men in white coats appeared and took him to another room with several other people that looked like him. He tried to talk to them, but they snapped at him and shouted, smacking him away. From then on Dughall kept to the corners and didn’t talk to anyone and no one bothered talking to him. Often, the men in white coats would come to take someone away. Sometimes they came back. Sometimes they didn’t.
Dughall held out the hope that, maybe, when it was his turn, he would get to go somewhere better. And, in time, his turn did come. Only, he wasn’t going to that better place that he hoped for. They put him on a table and strapped him down, the light hanging above blinding him. That was the last thing he knew before intense agonizing pain. They cut him up. Sewed all sorts of pieces and parts onto him. Before he knew it, he had no idea if his body was even his own anymore. It didn’t look the same. Everything always ached. Why? Why were they doing this?
He didn’t know. He just knew to be scared whenever the men in white coats showed up because that meant that they were going to hurt him. Over time, the faces in the room changed until Dughall didn’t recognize anyone anymore. All gone. Taken somewhere else or worse. The new arrivals always looked one of two ways. Angry or scared. Dughall was scared.
Many of them came to talk to him, but he always cowered from them until they went away. It felt like everyone wanted to hurt him. One of the new faces was more persistent than the others. They spoke to Dughall softly, trying to reassure him. He opened up to that one and answered all of his many questions as best he could. And then… that person promised that they would get him and the others out.
Time passed and the men in white returned for Dughall. Only, this time that person rallied the others and attacked the men in white. They took his hand and led him out of the room and down halls with the others. It all became a blur of gray and white until… they were outside. Trees and dense foliage surrounded them. A light shortly fell on the group of them and loud alarms sounded. That person pushed Dughall away and ordered everyone to scatter in different directions.
Dughall ran. He ran. He ran until his fear and uncertainty seized up his body and the pain was too much to bear. That was when he heard the dogs barking. They were getting closer. Dughall forced himself up and ran until he collapsed in front of an oddly shaped tree. It was fat and had short, scraggly branches. He climbed it and fell into a hollow at the point where all of the branches met.
He found himself looking up at a strange looking fruit hanging from one of the branches, its curly stem hooked on one of the jagged branches. A memory resurfaced as he stared at it. Something someone told him once. That was… a Devil Fruit. A story… A little devil lived inside of that fruit and… had terrible powers. If someone ate one, that little devil would be inside of them. The men in white… were scary monsters. Maybe Dughall needed a monster to fight monsters. He couldn’t do it himself.
Snatching up the fruit, Dughall gulped it down in one go. As he did, he heard a voice in his head. It said… “Finally.” The next thing that Dughall knew he was somewhere else. Still in the jungle, but he didn’t hear the sound of alarms or the dogs barking. The voice chimed in again. “I’m bored now. You take over.”
So, Dughall moved. After a few days of travelling, he knew a few things about the voice. It was the little devil that was now living inside of him. His name was Tenebrae. And, if Dughall tried hard enough, he could see what Tenebrae looked like. Of course, Tenebrae only chimed in every now and then to answer questions when something piqued his interest.
Every now and then, Dughall would find himself somewhere else. A different island. A different forest. From what he could tell, Tenebrae would move them around whenever he got bored or… something else happened. Dughall didn’t mind terribly. He liked the company. Having someone he could talk to was reassuring. But the pain from his patchwork body was excruciating, and one day, Dughall collapsed.
When next he woke, he was in a cottage, being looked after by a strange man. He wasn’t in white, so that put his mind to ease at least a little. The man brewed something up that made the pain go away for the first time since they’d cut him up. Dughall begged the man to teach him. He was so very tired of hurting.
The man agreed and introduced himself as Nunnos. He taught Dughall which plants were good and which were bad, what they did, and how to mix them together for various effects. The work made Dughall happy. It was peaceful to have his hands doing something. Tenebrae often complained, but Dughall didn’t care too much. He learned how to befriend animals and soon he was surrounded by a lot of warmth and love.
That is, until one day Dughall woke up somewhere else entirely with no memory of how he got there. He asked Tenebrae about it who explained with some reluctance that Master Nunnos and his animal friends had been attacked by mysterious individuals and taken away somewhere else. Dughall pressed Tenebrae for more answers, but he wasn’t forthcoming. So, Dughall set out for the first time with a goal in mind. Find out what had happened to his Master!
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