Post by The Illusionist on Jan 25, 2009 18:30:20 GMT -5
Absalom
Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace.
Delivered from the blast
The last of a line of lasts
The pale princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace.
We are the thing of shapes to come
name; Absalom
age; 32
orientation; Straight
gender; Male
alias; Dorian
act; Illusionist
Your freedom's not free and dumb
build; Slender
height; 5' 9"
weight; 150 lbs
eye color; Brown
hair color; Brown
appearance; There’s no way around it; Absalom is short and scrawny. But he doesn’t let that affect him in any way. He keeps his hair extremely short, and this can sometimes seem to accentuate his already-large facial features. However, since almost everything on his face is over-sized and in proportion, it somehow seems to suit him. Absalom has an extremely large collection of hats and scarves, but his favorite hat by far is his fedora. The rest of his clothing consists of a gray, wool suit jacket worn over a sweater or a t-shirt of some sort and a pair of jeans or slacks. He never does a performance without a hat (usually the fedora) and a scarf, but no one is quite sure why.
face claim; Mos Def
This Depression is Great
personality; Absalom is self-destructive. He spends most of his time lost in his own little world, whether it be one he created with his ability or one he created with the use of drugs. On top of that, he lives his life on the edge; he's reckless, and it can seem like he has a death wish. He forms almost no emotional attachments to anyone, and lives his life in solitude.
likes;
-Drugs
-Solitude
-Pain
-Women
-His hat
dislikes;
-Most people
-Attachments
-People messing with his hat
-Stupidity
-People who live in relative luxury and still complain incessantly
fun facts; He seems to be a closet masochist.
history; Absalom was born in London. At a young age, he realized that he could make things manifest themselves when he thought hard enough about it; at first it was smaller things, usually one object at a time. But with the onset of his teenage years, he gained the ability to manifest entire scenes around him, stretching as far as he could see.
Absalom’s parents were terrified of him, and disowned him as soon as they were legally able to. But that didn’t matter to him; he’d fallen in love with a hat-maker’s daughter. They got engaged, and he and his fiancé decided to run away to the countryside. There they lived in happiness for a time.
Until society caught up with them. The townspeople formed a mob and killed Absalom’s wife and child, and Absalom was left alone to wander the world. He started using drugs, and before long, was completely depraved. He eventually came upon the town where the circus was located, and joined their ranks as the illusionist, taking his son’s name as his alias.
describe your act; Smoke and mirrors. That’s what most illusions are. Smoke and mirrors, or a distraction and a decoy, or some mechanism or another. Either way, they are just what they imply. Illusions. False images. Here, The Illusionist doesn’t generate anything false. Everything that you can see, everything that you can touch, is one hundred percent real. It breathes like you, it feels like you, its heart beats like yours. There isn’t just a solitary thing or person; it’s an entire scene, all around you. Prepare yourself for the most elaborate, morbid manifestations that you will ever see.
The Deformation Age, they know my name
name; Ash
age; 18
experience; 2 weeks
password; circus
sample; Absalom let his head fall back against the wall as his world came to life around him once more. He could almost believe it was the real thing. Almost. If it just weren’t for these damned memories…
He released a harsh breath as his wife came before him, cupping his cheek in her hand, kissing him, alive once again. He let himself be drawn into the fantasy. He didn’t care; this is the only thing he was still alive for. The only reason he did what he did. All he wanted was to be with her again. Just one last time.
Removing his fedora, the first hat that she had ever given to him, he dropped it onto the floor. This was the only time he would let himself be seen bare-headed. He refused to do it under any other circumstance, not even when he was with other women. Swearing to himself that this would be the final time, he pulled his wife against him, and he felt a thought skirt the edge of his consciousness. That’s what you said last time. Shoving it ruthlessly away until it scattered into oblivion, he went back to his wife. And then he was lost, drowning in his self-induced illusion.