Post by Slate Raene on Feb 11, 2018 7:44:15 GMT
Slate Raene
CHARACTER
RACE / NATIONALITY
DEMIHUMAN / Irish American
OCCUPATION
Train Deputy for Concord Railway, based out of New York.
CHARACTER
RACE / NATIONALITY
DEMIHUMAN / Irish American
OCCUPATION
Train Deputy for Concord Railway, based out of New York.
PLAY BY:
Michael Paré
Michael Paré
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION / ATTRIBUTES
Slate came into the world over fifty years ago.
He stands six foot three inches and weighs in at a solid two hundred and thirty pounds. Years of hard labour and fighting have developed his muscles.
His thick black hair is maintained in mid-length side part and usually sports a weeks growth on his face, which doesn't seem to get any longer. He has a pale caucasian tone to his skin and possesses piercing violet eyes, the only trait the betrays his demihumanism. A trait, that he conceals with coloured contact lenses to reduce them to a cool blue, so he can pass for Human.
He often has a cigarette hanging from his lip but he doesn't smoke tobacco its Mullein, a medicinal herb for the lungs which helped him to counter a condition he contracted while working in a coal mine. He's long since recovered but continues to smoke the herb.
Slate often wears a long coat, with his badge worn on his lapel when he's on duty. His heavy gun is slung across his back in plain sight, a sabre hanging on his hip.
PERSONALITY
Slate's a quiet man, his piercing stare saying volumes without words. When he does speak it’s to the point with few words wasted; punctuations better made with his fists. He's a man with a strong moral compass, executing quick justice against those who cross the line of the law. His code gives him purpose but while the laws of men provide contrast, he does not believe them the foundation, thus he is not prone to blindly follow, weighing justice against his own set of principles.
A fighter, he's rough around the edges when it comes to proper decorum. He tries to avoid situation where he's forced to keep the company of upper-crust individuals, simply for the fact that he knows he doesn't fit into that world.
SKILLS
Herbalism and Medical Training: Slate learned about herbs and how to treat wounds from his mother. He's no doctor, but has enough knowledge to confidently set bones and diagnose and treat minor ailments.
Hand-to-hand fighting: He's an accomplished bare-knuckle boxer who also knows how to wrestle.
Mining/Demolition: During his time working in the mines he learned how to use various machines for digging, such as water pressure blasters or air compression blasting.
Cave Diving: Slate has experience in cave diving.
Marksmanship: Slate knows how to shoot, but the weapon isn't his first choice.
Archery: He learned how to use a bow when he was a child and is fairly accurate at a short ranges.
Swordsmanship: He learned how to fight with a sword from the Marshal who trained him. Like most in his town he'd had some basic training but the Marshal made sure he could handle himself against faerie who live and die by such weapons.
Knife Fighting and throwing
Mechanics: His father was a mechanic and passed on what he knew. Slate knows his way around and engine and has full understanding of magnetic drives and stream driven engines alike.
Languages: Aside from English, Slate has always known Irish Gaelic and the older tongue of the Fomhóraigh.
Herbalism and Medical Training: Slate learned about herbs and how to treat wounds from his mother. He's no doctor, but has enough knowledge to confidently set bones and diagnose and treat minor ailments.
Hand-to-hand fighting: He's an accomplished bare-knuckle boxer who also knows how to wrestle.
Mining/Demolition: During his time working in the mines he learned how to use various machines for digging, such as water pressure blasters or air compression blasting.
Cave Diving: Slate has experience in cave diving.
Marksmanship: Slate knows how to shoot, but the weapon isn't his first choice.
Archery: He learned how to use a bow when he was a child and is fairly accurate at a short ranges.
Swordsmanship: He learned how to fight with a sword from the Marshal who trained him. Like most in his town he'd had some basic training but the Marshal made sure he could handle himself against faerie who live and die by such weapons.
Knife Fighting and throwing
Mechanics: His father was a mechanic and passed on what he knew. Slate knows his way around and engine and has full understanding of magnetic drives and stream driven engines alike.
Languages: Aside from English, Slate has always known Irish Gaelic and the older tongue of the Fomhóraigh.
ABILITIES
LONG BREATH
Slate possesses 'superhuman oxygenation'. He is able to hold his breath for up to two hours and plunge to incredible depths. Even if he fully exerts himself he still maintains enough oxygen in his blood to last at least an hour. This ability also greatly increases his endurance.
LIGHT SENSITIVE VISION
Slate possesses a form of night vision which he is able to summon at will. It is so acute that even in the absence of light, his irises and sclera will produce a violet coloured bioluminescent glow to see by (twenty foot range). This ability combined with his water breathing has lead him to believe that he is some kind of water-based Faerie.
HEIGHTENED PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
His Faerie/Changeling nature has increased his strength, speed and stamina, to the point that he can toy with an untrained person in a confrontation. An unnaturally strong grip strength allows him to virtually hang from a cliffside without getting tired. His strength is far beyond what he allows people to ever see. He's learned to hide it at all costs, as it exists in that realm in which Humans would seek to banish him from society.
PSIONICS / PSYCHIC
Slate is gifted with the ability to perceive thought, even enter the mind of another. It is an ability that some Faerie possess, and it allows him to generally know when a person is telling the truth. He also possesses psychometry, allowing him to draw information about the past from items and areas. The older the impressions, the more vague are the visions. Traumatic events presents the most vivid information, a skill that assists him in investigative work.
He also possesses a form of Clairvoyance / Clairaudience where he's able to project his vision and hearing in a straight line, magnifying the senses to spy anything in his line of sight.
MANCER
Slate dabbles in the discipline of mysticism, an ability he inherited from his father, who came into the world with the natural ability.
LONG BREATH
Slate possesses 'superhuman oxygenation'. He is able to hold his breath for up to two hours and plunge to incredible depths. Even if he fully exerts himself he still maintains enough oxygen in his blood to last at least an hour. This ability also greatly increases his endurance.
LIGHT SENSITIVE VISION
Slate possesses a form of night vision which he is able to summon at will. It is so acute that even in the absence of light, his irises and sclera will produce a violet coloured bioluminescent glow to see by (twenty foot range). This ability combined with his water breathing has lead him to believe that he is some kind of water-based Faerie.
HEIGHTENED PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
His Faerie/Changeling nature has increased his strength, speed and stamina, to the point that he can toy with an untrained person in a confrontation. An unnaturally strong grip strength allows him to virtually hang from a cliffside without getting tired. His strength is far beyond what he allows people to ever see. He's learned to hide it at all costs, as it exists in that realm in which Humans would seek to banish him from society.
PSIONICS / PSYCHIC
Slate is gifted with the ability to perceive thought, even enter the mind of another. It is an ability that some Faerie possess, and it allows him to generally know when a person is telling the truth. He also possesses psychometry, allowing him to draw information about the past from items and areas. The older the impressions, the more vague are the visions. Traumatic events presents the most vivid information, a skill that assists him in investigative work.
He also possesses a form of Clairvoyance / Clairaudience where he's able to project his vision and hearing in a straight line, magnifying the senses to spy anything in his line of sight.
MANCER
Slate dabbles in the discipline of mysticism, an ability he inherited from his father, who came into the world with the natural ability.
PERSONAL EFFECTS
Air-compression Steam gun. A triple barrelled shotgun, each barrel possessing a pressure chamber. It's a heavy weapon (20 pounds) and it's only due to his heightened strength that he is able to effectively wield it one handed. The gun takes ten minutes to prime, after that it holds effective pressure for roughly two hours (priming basically summons fire to generate the pressure), after which it needs to be re-primed. The gun has a pump action loader and each barrel can hold two slugs. Each barrel can fire two shots, or it can fire two doubles and two singles, or two massive triple barrel blow outs, before being re-primed. It's not a long range weapon, most effective at forty to fifty yards.
The gun's holster is slung across his back.
A single edged sabre worn on his hip.
Knife on his belt and one strapped to his leg beneath his pants.
Wallet inside pocket of his coat and a few magical charms in the forms of rings, a necklace, and a medicine bag. He also carries among other supplies (while traveling) a medical bag containing instruments plus, herbs and components for what healing spells he's able to perform.
Slate rides a motorcycle.
Air-compression Steam gun. A triple barrelled shotgun, each barrel possessing a pressure chamber. It's a heavy weapon (20 pounds) and it's only due to his heightened strength that he is able to effectively wield it one handed. The gun takes ten minutes to prime, after that it holds effective pressure for roughly two hours (priming basically summons fire to generate the pressure), after which it needs to be re-primed. The gun has a pump action loader and each barrel can hold two slugs. Each barrel can fire two shots, or it can fire two doubles and two singles, or two massive triple barrel blow outs, before being re-primed. It's not a long range weapon, most effective at forty to fifty yards.
The gun's holster is slung across his back.
A single edged sabre worn on his hip.
Knife on his belt and one strapped to his leg beneath his pants.
Wallet inside pocket of his coat and a few magical charms in the forms of rings, a necklace, and a medicine bag. He also carries among other supplies (while traveling) a medical bag containing instruments plus, herbs and components for what healing spells he's able to perform.
Slate rides a motorcycle.
HISTORY
Cole and Saoirse Raene (pronounced 'rain'), had immigrated from Ireland to America before the "Event". They came to American in the midst of war to find a better life and instead found themselves in Midion. They survived, helped build the fortifications of New York City and like everyone else were blessed with longer lives. Unable to have children due to their increased life spans they wondered if a longer life wasn't a curse,
Twenty years later they were fortunate to cross paths with a doctor who offered them hope. He had developed a new procedure, one that would allow them to conceive a child, unfortunately the baby did not live. The doctor's methods which went against the natural laws of the new world doomed the infant. He was never meant to have been.
Cole, was suspicious when he found a baby alone in the woods. Faerie were born older, able to survive on their own. A baby meant only one thing — a Changeling. The unnatural process of the doctor's science and magic combined with the sorrow of their loss had produced an aberration, once that they took in and raised as their own.
Changelings were substitutes for stolen children. They usually died or their true forms were revealed as they grew older, but Slate remained healthy. It was not until he was a young man that his blue eyes turned violet and his red blood turned blue. By then of course, he was accepted and made no attempt to hide what he was. He only knew to conceal that he was a Changeling, a creature shunned by all.
Slate fought in THE BATTLE OF BROOKLYN. His parents perished in the fray of the Goblin attack. For a time there after he joined the 'Bastion Guard', and worked the wall, protecting the borders of the city from invasions, but there would be few after to enact his vengeance upon. Seeking a way to vent his anger he began boxing at a local pub. The owner, Angus O'Shea was a former bare knuckle boxing champion, a man who was in his nineties at the time of the event, thus was reverted back to his prime. He would have been in his 140's at the time, still appearing to be in his late thirties. A wealth of knowledge that became like a second father.
Angus had a ring attached onto his establishment through which he ran matches for his patrons to bet on. Angus personally trained Slate, after which he fought in the Demihuman ring for a few years until he got tired of people spitting on his blue blood. Angus, who was born of a time when racism was prevalent believed in segregation. That the best way for people who were different to live in peace was through separation. Slate couldn't accept that and left him and the circuit.
He found his place in law enforcement. Concord Railway had been looking for security, a position they wouldn't begrudge an "Ink". Over the years his he built up a reputation as an upstanding constable, so much so, that most who worked with him believed he should be promoted to a marshall. Of course, there were always a few in positions of power that would go out of their way to prevent non-humans from climbing the social ladder, but he was allowed to become a deputy.
Cole and Saoirse Raene (pronounced 'rain'), had immigrated from Ireland to America before the "Event". They came to American in the midst of war to find a better life and instead found themselves in Midion. They survived, helped build the fortifications of New York City and like everyone else were blessed with longer lives. Unable to have children due to their increased life spans they wondered if a longer life wasn't a curse,
Twenty years later they were fortunate to cross paths with a doctor who offered them hope. He had developed a new procedure, one that would allow them to conceive a child, unfortunately the baby did not live. The doctor's methods which went against the natural laws of the new world doomed the infant. He was never meant to have been.
Cole, was suspicious when he found a baby alone in the woods. Faerie were born older, able to survive on their own. A baby meant only one thing — a Changeling. The unnatural process of the doctor's science and magic combined with the sorrow of their loss had produced an aberration, once that they took in and raised as their own.
Changelings were substitutes for stolen children. They usually died or their true forms were revealed as they grew older, but Slate remained healthy. It was not until he was a young man that his blue eyes turned violet and his red blood turned blue. By then of course, he was accepted and made no attempt to hide what he was. He only knew to conceal that he was a Changeling, a creature shunned by all.
Slate fought in THE BATTLE OF BROOKLYN. His parents perished in the fray of the Goblin attack. For a time there after he joined the 'Bastion Guard', and worked the wall, protecting the borders of the city from invasions, but there would be few after to enact his vengeance upon. Seeking a way to vent his anger he began boxing at a local pub. The owner, Angus O'Shea was a former bare knuckle boxing champion, a man who was in his nineties at the time of the event, thus was reverted back to his prime. He would have been in his 140's at the time, still appearing to be in his late thirties. A wealth of knowledge that became like a second father.
Angus had a ring attached onto his establishment through which he ran matches for his patrons to bet on. Angus personally trained Slate, after which he fought in the Demihuman ring for a few years until he got tired of people spitting on his blue blood. Angus, who was born of a time when racism was prevalent believed in segregation. That the best way for people who were different to live in peace was through separation. Slate couldn't accept that and left him and the circuit.
He found his place in law enforcement. Concord Railway had been looking for security, a position they wouldn't begrudge an "Ink". Over the years his he built up a reputation as an upstanding constable, so much so, that most who worked with him believed he should be promoted to a marshall. Of course, there were always a few in positions of power that would go out of their way to prevent non-humans from climbing the social ladder, but he was allowed to become a deputy.