Post by Horace on May 13, 2011 15:54:00 GMT -5
Basic;;
Birth Name- Horace Chamberlain
Nickname- N/A
Species- Human.
Birth Place- Ess.
Current Location- Roaming the countryside.
Gender- Male.
Occupation- Priest, serves on the Council of 12 in Ess. His seat is currently vacated.
Age- 27.
Powers- Prone to prophetic visions, most likely imbued by the first celestial he encountered.
Mother- Ruth Camberlain
Father- Owen Chamberlain.
Siblings- Only child.
Partner- Unwed.
Love- Not at the moment.
Children- None.
Friends- He was a variety of financial backers in both Ess and Ost, though their identities remain a secret.
Likes- What do they like? (Not needed)
Dislikes- People who have a lack of morality and an unwillingness to reap what they sow.
Other;;
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Appearance- Horace Chamberlain is the embodiment of youthful vitality. He is approximately six feet tall with a reasonable figure, hardened from his travels across the countryside. His hair is nearly shoulder length and brown with soft waves. He has hazel eyes, though their is much that they have seen in his few years alive. Horace's dress is usually very plain despite the wealth his has accumulated, which lightly reflects his personality. A rough beard always covers his face, masking some of the weathering of his frequent travels.
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Personality- Horace is nothing short of a religious zealot. Labeled as a liberal and progressive priest in Ess, Horace consistently seeks out the mysteries of the entities, believing they hold true salvation. He is stern and rarely laughs which is quite odd to the average traveler. There is an intensity which burns behind his plain hazel eyes. He is compassionate, especially to the downtrodden and those less than fortunate, though many still see him as some sort of religious warrior bent on altering the perceptions of the denizens of Ess, Ost, and all in between. Horace is a prudent and careful man despite all of his religious fervor and rarely acts of speaks without careful deliberation. His emotions are rarely present, save in the most dire of moments leaving much mystery to the man.
History- Horace was born into upper class with both of his parents being influential religious members of the Council of Twelve. While neither Ruth nor Owen held position on the council, they held some sway through financial and political backing to key members of that council. Therefore, Horace was provided with all success that money could buy. The most elite schools, the latest in technology, and the fanciest of material goods; many would have traded places with young Horace. Perhaps he would have slipped into a similar role as his parents had he not been subject to an event which would alter his personal philosophy so profoundly that he would soon shirk the majority of his luxurious comforts.
Even at a young age, Horace had taken to wandering outside of the city’s walls into the countryside. The bucolic setting afforded him a peace which he could not find within the confines of Ess. Within the wilds of that land he stumbled upon his first entity, a Celestial.
The comforting warmth which swept over his body held him in awe for several moments as he gazed upon it. Before long he was entranced, and moved forwards. Reaching out with his hand, he sought to touch a piece of heaven. A blinding flash and a warm fuzzy feeling later left Horace quite dazed and unaware that he would soon be subject to brief glimpses of the future.
Upon his return, Horace spent his years in seminary absorbing any available knowledge of the celestials. His visions were infrequent and sporadic, yet consistently led him to believe that some sort of apocalyptic event could occur in his lifetime. Unsure of what it could be, Horace shelved his progressive and largely unwanted views of celestials and focuses on his public life, advancing through the religious hierarchy. He did so quickly enough to garner enough wealth and fame that he took to the streets and the countryside preaching of his visions.
Despite public outcry against him, he had collected a small loyal following. Some which were affluent and influential members of both Ess & Ost, though their identities remain secret lest they be connected to such a radical.
So now Horace roams from place to place. A zealot garbed in plain clothes, carrying with him only his mind, body, and bolt-action rifle. Hoping that he can prevent whatever ill-fortune he views, whatever the cost.
Other- Nope.
