Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2012 7:31:57 GMT
V o o d o o // B a c a l o u
Basic Information
Age: horse years // appears 8 // human years // appears 26 // actual // 756
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: ... It’s quite unclear, actually. :U
Rank: Rogue.
Canon/OC: Original Character.
Canon World/Face Claim: I drew ze art. :B
Cbox Name: Mousse.
Other Characters: Thor (wip).
Powers And Abilities
Strengths:
- Mist - Voodoo has a rather... interesting ability to create and manipulate mist and fog to his liking. This actually comes quite in handy when he wishes to keep himself concealed both when he is roaming around and when he is fighting or hunting. He can create mists and fogs with zero visibility, and having eyes specifically designed to see through such conditions, he remains unaffected by this ability. He can also lower the temperatures around him, usually keeping it very cold, so his approach is usually signaled by a very sharp chill in the air.
When caught in a fight, Voodoo can use his mist and temperature-control abilities as a means of offense. He can lower the temperature of the environment around him to an unbearably cold degree (something he is not affected by), which can cause foes to go into hypothermia. He can also freeze the water particles in the air using this same method, and if given a source of water to work with (such as rain), can freeze that as well. By freezing any water particles he is presented with, he can use them to buffet his foes/distract them/etc.
Freezing the water found in a living thing is extremely difficult for him, but by focusing on a specific point instead of the entire environment, he can still begin the process and cause the target immense pain in doing so.- Strength - Being a massive draft horse already has its perks, but Voodoo's strength is slightly heightened due to the fact that he isn't exactly a -true- horse. Regardless, you probably don't want to get pushed around by this guy.
- Stamina - He might be slow and built like a tank, but Voodoo can keep chasing his prey down for quite some time, slowly but surely tiring them out.
- Drool - Nasty as it is, Voodoo's drool has temporary paralyzing properties if it enters the bloodstream. Temporary meaning anywhere from an hour to four hours of total paralysis once it sets in (think of it like getting bitten by a snake, and his drool being a mild venom). So avoid getting bitten by him at all costs, because he usually doesn't bite anything unless he wants to kill it. But if he simply drools all over someone (which he tends to do quite often), they should be fine.
- Poison Immunity – Along with being immune to his own poison, Voodoo is unaffected by all other poisons as well.
- Teeth - Voodoo's entire mouth was specifically built to be deadly. Think of his mouth like a crocodile or alligator's; it has a vice-like grip that will not let go unless Voodoo allows it. His razor sharp teeth don't make things any more pleasant.
- Longevity - Voodoo has a far longer lifespan than most others, and it takes much more than just a well-aimed bullet or two to bring him down. Wounds that would normally be fatal for a normal horse only slightly affect Voodoo, and he will heal if given enough time.
- Human Form – Fairly recently, Voodoo has found that he can shift from horse form to a human form. He is unsure how and why he has this ability, but it can be assumed that it is some sort of 'defense mechanism' - an ability to help him blend in better. Sort of.
Weaknesses:
- Slow - Being the hulking beastie that he is, Voodoo isn't exactly the swiftest thing on four hooves. He's still quick, but he has quite a bit of trouble keeping up with speedier foes.
- Sheer Size - His size alone poses a problem, because not only does it make it difficult for him to remain inconspicuous, but it also makes it hard for him to be nimble in battle. If one is smaller than him and is quick on their feet, they have a significant advantage over Voodoo.
- Muzzle - Don't ever touch his muzzle, or put a hand anywhere near his mouth. His instinctive reaction is to bite.
- Back - Another thing one probably wouldn't want to do is try and hop up on this guy's back... not that this is an easy task to begin with, given his size (6.5 feet at the withers, to be exact). But he allows very, very few people to use him as a means of transport, and one must gain his full trust beforehand. If a random person, or random anything goes anywhere near his back, Voodoo will explode into a rampage and use any means necessary to get whatever is on his back off.
- Easily Manipulated - He might have human intelligence, but offer him some tasty food, and you've got a new best friend. Praise and compliments go a long way as well; he’s a
somewhathorse, after all.- Out of Place - Being a huge horse-creature among a population consisting mostly of humans isn't exactly to his advantage. That said, he tries his best to stick to the outskirts of towns and cities, dwelling in forests if they're nearby. Having the option of a human form is one he tends to ignore.
- Drool - One of his strengths is also one of his weaknesses. This is more of an aesthetic issue than anything else, but... Voodoo drools. Endlessly. There's no stopping it. Even when his mouth is completely closed, he still drools, if only a little. And although he claims that drooling on you 'is a sign of friendship', it's actually just because he can't help it.
Weapons And Equipment:
He tends to use twin serrated daggers when human. Other than that, he uses no other weapons or equipment.[/size]
Personal Information
Personality:
Despite the fact that he is in fact a horse (somewhat...), Voodoo has intelligence equal to that of most other humans, and can speak perfectly fine. However, that doesn't mean what he actually says is very intelligent; Voodoo is, for all intents and purposes, a total idiot. He's the type that walks around stating the obvious, butts into other peoples' business, stumbles over his own hooves, and does ridiculously stupid things. Whether he does these things on purpose or not is a mystery, but he seems to find entertainment in all of it regardless. He also has a particular enjoyment in collecting bones and skulls... he finds them laying around or he takes them as souvenirs from his latest meal, and Voodoo always has a special little horde of bones lying around somewhere. He takes pride in showing them off anyone willing to see, like some sort of grotesque coin collection.
Despite his (mostly) lighthearted quirks, Voodoo is a creature you do not want to mess with. He can be cunning, deadly, and loves every second of the hunt for whatever prey he has in his sights. He also has a tendency to shift between different 'natures'; his easygoing nature, and his not-so-nice nature of old. However, luckily for most, Voodoo tends to be a relatively amiable (though a tad rude and sarcastic) beast that can hold a decent conversation... most of the time. But once he starts feeling hungry, or one starts to get on his nerves, it would be in their best interest to either a) offer him some food, or b) start running. Fast.
History:
Truth be told, this beast's past is shrouded in mystery. Nobody quite knows where he came from, or what he truly is. When you've been around as long as he has, it's safe to say any early history is all but lost to the sands of time. Even Voodoo himself can't recall his earliest years; but he tends to believe they were filled with lots of wandering, eating, and more wandering. It's the way it's always been. Who's to say it was any different back then?
Ah, but it was.
Once upon a time, Voodoo was not Voodoo at all. Bacalou was his name. And Bacalou was a completely different creature.
From the very start, he kept entirely to himself. He never knew his sire. His dam had died shortly after his birth. Taught only the basics of survival before her passing, Baclalou had two options: fend for himself, or die trying.
Perhaps the one thing that got to him most, though, was the knowledge that he was alone. And would stay that way. He wasn't stupid; he knew something was... off about him. His own mother had been reluctant to be in his company, but he had no idea why... it was all quite strange. Struggling to understand, but never finding solace, Bacalou wandered. And wandered. Straying near humans only when needed... or when he was looking to scare them for some entertainment.
That was one thing he found to be quite a simple and rewarding task. They were tiny, easily intimidated. Stealing all of the tasty things they left behind was the best reward he could ask for. He even found he had abilities to assist him; manipulating temperature, summoning fog, using it as cover. On top of all this came the sense of fear. He brought it with him every time he lurked around their settlements. And he loved it.
What he did not love, however, was when they began to retaliate.
Eventually, the humans' fear began to mix with anger; a lethal combination. Taking any weapons available to them in hand, they began to hunt him down. And thus, Bacalou learned that fear was mutual between them. He has the scars to constantly remind him.
He managed to escape, and from then on, he grew increasingly bitter. What he had once done for entertainment was done solely to frighten them to the core. Any who attempted to kill him met that fate instead. They gave him many names over these years. Though, as time passed, only one name stood out.
That name was Voodoo.
He'd been traveling for some time by then, and changing his name seemed like an interesting concept. New name, new beginning.
And thus, Bacalou became Voodoo.
The name change seemed to have an odd affect on him. He became less concerned with vengeance and intimidation and more content with wandering and filling his massive gut.
Voodoo cared little for what humans said or thought of him; he was most interested in living a quiet life in his forest, eating whatever, whenever. Things abruptly changed when Voodoo found himself caught in a rather odd occurrence... he has no idea what it was, and still doesn't. All he can say is that one moment he was in his forest, and the next in a totally unfamiliar land. Everything, right down to the scent drifting on the air, was different from what he knew. Being a rather adaptable beast, Voodoo was able to make himself at home quickly in the forest he'd found himself in. Filled with fog and a sense of dread to begin with, Voodoo's presence is a barely noticeable addition - just as he likes it.
Sample Post
He'd been here for some time now. Knowing exactly where 'here' was certainly would have been nice, but that was the least of his concerns. Currently, the main objective was a fairly simple one: get food. And get food fast.[/size]
Or, it should have been simple. Alas, 'here' - a rather dark and foreboding forest - seemed to be lacking in tasty edibles.
He'd (somehow) been functioning on an empty stomach for, what... two days now? Two days without food... the horror! Once upon a time, the thought never would have crossed his mind... and if it had, he would have been sickened that he would even think such a thing.
"Weughhuhuhuu, not even a squirrel in sight... a measly, skinny squirrel. Is that too much to ask for?! EH??!" Voodoo snarled, angrily stomping a forehoof and glaring threateningly at a nearby tree. As if the tree would actually acknowledge him and give him directions to food.
'Course it can. Trees... they know things.
After engaging in a deadly serious staring contest with the tree, slowly inching closer and closer to it as the seconds ticked by, Voodoo finally snapped.
"BAH, you useless giant stick... I know you hide food up in yer branches! Give it up!"
Scrambling backward, the hulking beast suddenly charged forward again, aiming straight for the tree trunk. With a resounding crack, his shoulder met with bark, and he felt a shudder run through the ground at the impact.
Taking a few steps back, unscathed, Voodoo surveyed his handiwork and hoped for a reward.
The tree had noticeably shifted in angle. It looked about ready to topple, and the few leaves that had been clinging to the upper branches were still slowly drifting to the ground. But that was it. No squirrels. No birds. Not even an acorn or two. Nothing.
Straightfaced, Voodoo stared. The only thing that moved was the lower eyelid of one eye as it twitched. And suddenly, his deep, raspy voice once again exploded, echoing through the skeletal trees.
"This... THIS IS THE WORST PLACE EVER! WHERE IS ALL THE FOOD??!"