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Dec. 17th, 2016 11:48 amPlayer Information
Player Name: Vin
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Timezone: PST
Are you over 16: Yep!
Character Information
Character Name: Credence Barebone
Canon: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Canon Point: End of Film
Emblem: Mods, I'm going to let you choose! I like surprises.
Character History and Personality:
Credence doesn't remember his parents. He was adopted under mysterious circumstances at a young age, taken in by a woman by the name of Mary Lou Barebone. While he felt lucky to have a home at all, his childhood quickly became a tool more than anything else. Mary Lou spearheaded an organization that she called the New Salem Preservation Society, and her doctrine was very simple - "We need a second Salem." The boy grew up being fed and dressed in secondhand clothes, then tasked with hitting the streets of New York to spread his 'Ma's' mission. As time went on, Mary Lou adopted more children, eventually shifting to opening a "sanctuary" where hungry orphans could come to eat in return for passing out fliers for the NWPS.
It was also apparent as time went on, however, that Credence was treated differently than the rest. He always thought it was because he was the eldest of Mary Lou's adoptive children and the only son she took for her own family, and took the harsh treatment as an unfortunate given. Of course she had to be hard on him. He had to set an example. When she was angry, he was her punching bag, handing over his belt and slinking to his room without a second thought. Mary Lou saw to it that Credence was continually defeated before he began, doing her bidding as a dutiful son. He felt like something was wrong with him, wrong with his life, but it was implaceable - he chalked it up to his own weirdness, something about him that simply made him unloveable.
His first contact with the magical world happened when an Auror by the name of Porpentina found Mary Lou beating him - Tina took issue with Credence's plight and went after the hateful woman in public. She was reprimanded by her superiors, and everyone on the scene - Credence included - had their memories erased.
The second brush with magic that Credence had was when he was approached by another Auror by the name of Gideon Graves. He was told that he was special, and that he had a key part to play in finding someone very important. There was a child, he was told, that was in danger; someone with a condition who might die if they were not found and saved. This person, it was known, was somewhere in the company of Mary Lou...and the offer was that if Credence could act as the extra set of eyes, if he could find the child, that Graves would introduce him to the Wizarding world.
It was something akin to hope, and Graves was as close to a friend as Credence could remember having. He became so focused on trying to find this powerful, dangerous child that he ignored his own discomfort. He found himself losing time, feeling sick...but maybe it was just his guilt. Graves kept leading him on, encouraging him, and he kept living his strange double life.
Until the night that Mary Lou was killed by the Obscurial - the creature that he was supposed to find for Graves. Beginning to realize the truth, he called for the man he thought was his friend, crying and begging for help. Graves struck him, tossing him aside as worthless while assuming that Credence's adoptive sister Modesty was who he had been looking for. It was at this moment that the dam broke, and Credence erupted in a fit of rage and magic - magic that Mary Lou had tried to beat out of him and that his so-called 'friend' had overlooked him for.
He went on a rampage, destroying a great many buildings and streets. Graves tried to backpedal and talk him down for his own means - and Porpentina, the Auror who had once tried to save him, tried to soothe his rage. Before Credence even had a chance to decide, he was attacked by a small army of Aurors, and was subsequently torn to shreds by their wands.
A small fragment of Credence was able to flee the scene...and currently, he is at large. At least, he was, until he woke up somewhere...unfamiliar.
Due to the circumstances of his raising, Credence is too often misread as simple, or even stupid. This is far from true, though being homeschooled by Mary Lou hasn't helped his seeming like he crawled out from under a rock. He is very good at basic life skills, things like cooking and mending and handwriting - but don't ask him to work anything more electronic than a lamp or a printing press. Even if he weren't from the 1920s, Mary Lou probably would have viewed anything with a chip in it as witchcraft.
His nature has been molded into something subservient, desperate for affection and kindness. A lifetime of being barely seen and never heard has left him as a very timid creature - and his newly minted status as a "monster" has left him absolutely terrified about what might happen to him. The recent memories of betrayal, killing, and being ripped apart in a flash of light aren't going to leave him any time soon. Sleep will not come easily to Credence.
He's quick to cry, and - despite now knowing how powerful he is - still given to recoiling at the first sign of aggression. He would love to make friends, but he doesn't know how...and he might have some difficulty trusting others after what happened with Graves.
It's doubtful that the Ritual is going to sit well with him, but when it comes down to it, playing along is second nature. He doesn't WANT to hurt anyone, but if backed into a corner, he may well lose control of the beast inside of him.
Powers: Credence is an example of what happens when someone with magic is kept from it for too long - an EXTREME example. Living within him is a magical parasite called an Obscurus. Most who are kept from magic are killed by the Obscurus by the age of ten...but the power that Credence holds is so great that he has managed to survive to young adulthood without the beast inside completely tearing him apart.
As the Obscurus, Credence becomes a gigantic roiling mass of black energy, capable of knocking down buildings and draining the life from people, leaving horrific, spidery scars across the surface of their skin. In this state, he can pick things up, knock things over, fly, and tunnel - basically, think powerful psychic cloud.
Unfortunately for Credence, controlling the power completely is not currently within his grasp. As Credence, he can do little but turn it on and off. He can also try to keep the power contained through force of will, as well as try to guide it...but that's like trying to steer a raging bull. With a great deal of energy and focus, he could take the cloud form to travel around, but he is NOT impervious to blasts or magic in this state.
The Obscurus, it should be noted, has only killed people who have harmed Credence in some way. It will not try to murder anything in its path unless the party in question has personally slighted him.
(For the purposes of the game, I understand his powers will likely need to be nerfed - I leave this at the mods' discretion, but can certainly take out or dial back the insta-kill factor. Perhaps a smaller drain of energy instead? Permissions post will be a thing.)
Samples
Test Drive Thread
Scarred palms pressed down against the cold concrete, fingers trembling, knuckles white. He looked down upon them from his position on his knees, trying to find something soothing about the plainness, the blankness of the surface. He could see his marred skin, stains under his fingers, spidery cracks in the crumbling floor...even the wet spots where his tears had landed, leaving perfect little circles of dark gray. Focusing on what he could see helped, just a little. It took some of the edge off of the way that his insides twisted; the way that he shook and shuddered as he exhaled black smoke.
"Not now, please," he sobbed, voice strained and small. "Please. Not now." He blinked. Dark eyes went white, then dark again. He searched for a touchstone to hold him steady, lifting his head to scan the abandoned room around him. There was nothing, nothing but dusty furniture and decrepit, crumbling walls. No one but him.
The solitude was at once upsetting and soothing.
Pulling himself first back into a kneel, then onto his feet, Credence balled his fists. He needed to be strong - he needed to keep moving, before someone hunted him down. If someone hunted him down, he would have to hurt them.
And he certainly didn't want to hurt anyone more than he already had.
Player Name: Vin
Player Contact:
Timezone: PST
Are you over 16: Yep!
Character Information
Character Name: Credence Barebone
Canon: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Canon Point: End of Film
Emblem: Mods, I'm going to let you choose! I like surprises.
Character History and Personality:
Credence doesn't remember his parents. He was adopted under mysterious circumstances at a young age, taken in by a woman by the name of Mary Lou Barebone. While he felt lucky to have a home at all, his childhood quickly became a tool more than anything else. Mary Lou spearheaded an organization that she called the New Salem Preservation Society, and her doctrine was very simple - "We need a second Salem." The boy grew up being fed and dressed in secondhand clothes, then tasked with hitting the streets of New York to spread his 'Ma's' mission. As time went on, Mary Lou adopted more children, eventually shifting to opening a "sanctuary" where hungry orphans could come to eat in return for passing out fliers for the NWPS.
It was also apparent as time went on, however, that Credence was treated differently than the rest. He always thought it was because he was the eldest of Mary Lou's adoptive children and the only son she took for her own family, and took the harsh treatment as an unfortunate given. Of course she had to be hard on him. He had to set an example. When she was angry, he was her punching bag, handing over his belt and slinking to his room without a second thought. Mary Lou saw to it that Credence was continually defeated before he began, doing her bidding as a dutiful son. He felt like something was wrong with him, wrong with his life, but it was implaceable - he chalked it up to his own weirdness, something about him that simply made him unloveable.
His first contact with the magical world happened when an Auror by the name of Porpentina found Mary Lou beating him - Tina took issue with Credence's plight and went after the hateful woman in public. She was reprimanded by her superiors, and everyone on the scene - Credence included - had their memories erased.
The second brush with magic that Credence had was when he was approached by another Auror by the name of Gideon Graves. He was told that he was special, and that he had a key part to play in finding someone very important. There was a child, he was told, that was in danger; someone with a condition who might die if they were not found and saved. This person, it was known, was somewhere in the company of Mary Lou...and the offer was that if Credence could act as the extra set of eyes, if he could find the child, that Graves would introduce him to the Wizarding world.
It was something akin to hope, and Graves was as close to a friend as Credence could remember having. He became so focused on trying to find this powerful, dangerous child that he ignored his own discomfort. He found himself losing time, feeling sick...but maybe it was just his guilt. Graves kept leading him on, encouraging him, and he kept living his strange double life.
Until the night that Mary Lou was killed by the Obscurial - the creature that he was supposed to find for Graves. Beginning to realize the truth, he called for the man he thought was his friend, crying and begging for help. Graves struck him, tossing him aside as worthless while assuming that Credence's adoptive sister Modesty was who he had been looking for. It was at this moment that the dam broke, and Credence erupted in a fit of rage and magic - magic that Mary Lou had tried to beat out of him and that his so-called 'friend' had overlooked him for.
He went on a rampage, destroying a great many buildings and streets. Graves tried to backpedal and talk him down for his own means - and Porpentina, the Auror who had once tried to save him, tried to soothe his rage. Before Credence even had a chance to decide, he was attacked by a small army of Aurors, and was subsequently torn to shreds by their wands.
A small fragment of Credence was able to flee the scene...and currently, he is at large. At least, he was, until he woke up somewhere...unfamiliar.
Due to the circumstances of his raising, Credence is too often misread as simple, or even stupid. This is far from true, though being homeschooled by Mary Lou hasn't helped his seeming like he crawled out from under a rock. He is very good at basic life skills, things like cooking and mending and handwriting - but don't ask him to work anything more electronic than a lamp or a printing press. Even if he weren't from the 1920s, Mary Lou probably would have viewed anything with a chip in it as witchcraft.
His nature has been molded into something subservient, desperate for affection and kindness. A lifetime of being barely seen and never heard has left him as a very timid creature - and his newly minted status as a "monster" has left him absolutely terrified about what might happen to him. The recent memories of betrayal, killing, and being ripped apart in a flash of light aren't going to leave him any time soon. Sleep will not come easily to Credence.
He's quick to cry, and - despite now knowing how powerful he is - still given to recoiling at the first sign of aggression. He would love to make friends, but he doesn't know how...and he might have some difficulty trusting others after what happened with Graves.
It's doubtful that the Ritual is going to sit well with him, but when it comes down to it, playing along is second nature. He doesn't WANT to hurt anyone, but if backed into a corner, he may well lose control of the beast inside of him.
Powers: Credence is an example of what happens when someone with magic is kept from it for too long - an EXTREME example. Living within him is a magical parasite called an Obscurus. Most who are kept from magic are killed by the Obscurus by the age of ten...but the power that Credence holds is so great that he has managed to survive to young adulthood without the beast inside completely tearing him apart.
As the Obscurus, Credence becomes a gigantic roiling mass of black energy, capable of knocking down buildings and draining the life from people, leaving horrific, spidery scars across the surface of their skin. In this state, he can pick things up, knock things over, fly, and tunnel - basically, think powerful psychic cloud.
Unfortunately for Credence, controlling the power completely is not currently within his grasp. As Credence, he can do little but turn it on and off. He can also try to keep the power contained through force of will, as well as try to guide it...but that's like trying to steer a raging bull. With a great deal of energy and focus, he could take the cloud form to travel around, but he is NOT impervious to blasts or magic in this state.
The Obscurus, it should be noted, has only killed people who have harmed Credence in some way. It will not try to murder anything in its path unless the party in question has personally slighted him.
(For the purposes of the game, I understand his powers will likely need to be nerfed - I leave this at the mods' discretion, but can certainly take out or dial back the insta-kill factor. Perhaps a smaller drain of energy instead? Permissions post will be a thing.)
Samples
Test Drive Thread
Scarred palms pressed down against the cold concrete, fingers trembling, knuckles white. He looked down upon them from his position on his knees, trying to find something soothing about the plainness, the blankness of the surface. He could see his marred skin, stains under his fingers, spidery cracks in the crumbling floor...even the wet spots where his tears had landed, leaving perfect little circles of dark gray. Focusing on what he could see helped, just a little. It took some of the edge off of the way that his insides twisted; the way that he shook and shuddered as he exhaled black smoke.
"Not now, please," he sobbed, voice strained and small. "Please. Not now." He blinked. Dark eyes went white, then dark again. He searched for a touchstone to hold him steady, lifting his head to scan the abandoned room around him. There was nothing, nothing but dusty furniture and decrepit, crumbling walls. No one but him.
The solitude was at once upsetting and soothing.
Pulling himself first back into a kneel, then onto his feet, Credence balled his fists. He needed to be strong - he needed to keep moving, before someone hunted him down. If someone hunted him down, he would have to hurt them.
And he certainly didn't want to hurt anyone more than he already had.