Post by Savnarae on Aug 31, 2011 8:33:03 GMT -5
Pewter and Gemstone Homunculus
[Basics][/li][/ul][Appearance]
Name: Savnarae
Nicknames: Savna, The Silver Gem
Age: 186
Apparent Age: Late 20s
Birthday: 29 December
Gender: Appears female
Sexuality: Ace, has no interest in other beings
Status: Slave
Played by: Freema Agyeman
[Species]
Species Description: Human-created homunculus made from a family heirloom, a pewter goblet encrusted with jewels. Pewter-gem homunculi are not very different from standard homunculi, they share the same basic attitudes and characteristics of other human-created homunculi, repressed emotions, a sensitivity to temperature, and tears of blood. Temperature is particularly a weakness for them; pewter-gem homunculi are not cold-blooded, but they need a specific range of temperature to be able to function within. Too cold, and their pewter skin hardens are becomes impossible to move. Too hot, and the pewter softens and begins to melt and collect in areas and stick to itself. Melting itself is not painful, as pewter skin doesn't have pain receptors, but if it opens a hole that begins to bleed or exposes the living muscle beneath, that becomes extremely painful. Instead of pain receptors, though, the homunculus has many more receptors that make them very sensitive to touch, as most homunculi are, and also heat and cold, somewhat like a living thermometer.
An ability unique to pewter-gem homunculi is the ability to "store" gems in the skin. With a careful application of heat or a less acareful application of pressure, a gemstone can be embedded in the skin of a pewter-gem homunculus, an ability which serves several purposes. Most useful is protection. A pewter-gem homunculus can create gems from metals, rock, and other dense solids or fluids and coat their bodies or their vital points in gemstones, which also serves to better protect them against temperatures. A fully-gemstone-encrusted homunculus can withstaind far colder temperatures than a bare-skinned humunculus, because the gems act as pivoting points that the muscles of the body can work the harder pewter around, and also provide stability points for softer pewter if the homunculus has to suffer higher temperatures than reccommended, precenting it from pooling or sticking to itself for a time.
Pewter-gem homunculi usually eat one or several types of gems as their diets, and these can sometimes resurface in smaller pieces on their skin. Their other main dietary feature is pewter itself, though most homuncili have a preference for either metal or gem, usually whatever they first sink their teeth into. Their bones are reinforced with gem pieces to allow them to break down gems physically, and their bones fetch high prices on black markets for their glimmering aesthetic appearance.
An interesting feature of note is the vessel containing their essence. Being made of pewter itself, it either is an actual vessel, or can be hammered into one, and it draws out or intensifies the innate magical properties of any liquid poured within. Homunculi are very protective of these because molding or damaging them is painful for the homunculus involved, and because they're so very precious for this property. Any magical potions become more potent when poured within, water becomes more refreshing and restorative, blood provides more sustenence for humans, potions made with fairy's wings heal greater wounds, etc. These vessels are very precious but they draw upon the homunculus' life force to work, and only work so long as the homunculus is alive and healthy. Repeated uses drain the homunculus' life force and dilute the effect, and the vessel returns to normal when the homunculus dies.
Species Strengths:Species Weaknesses:
- Skin is as hard and dense as pewter
- Can embed gems in the skin for beauty or protection.
- Has a special abuility to not only create but also form gemstones into shapes, and creates gemstones of a higher grade, purity, and beauty than most naturally occurring or other homunculus-formed gems.
- Pewter is soft and malleable, therefore the item infused with their life-force is difficult to destroy.
- can plug up wounds with pewter and work more pewter directly into the skin.
- If no pewter is available, other soft metals such as gold or lead can be used to plug up a wound like a bandage but will not absorb into the skin.
- Skin is as soft and malleable as pewter (strength and weakness), difficult to heal naturally but can be melded together with heat
- Susceptible to heat (Melts)
- Susceptible fo cold (Becomes brittle and unable to move)
- Gems can be pried out and do not grow back, must be replaced externally.
- Tied to their vessel or item that draws upon their life-force.
- Can bleed to death if unable to replace a pried-out gemstone or cover the wound with more metal
Height: 5'2"
Body type: Slim, flat-chested
Weight: 334 pounds, her skin is dense and made of actual pewter and
Eye color: Pewter silver
Hair color: Silver, metallic shimmer in sunlight.
Piercings and/or tattoos: Ouroborous tattoo circling the lower left of her cheek and chin
Ethnicity: African
Overall Appearance: Savnarae is an eye-catcher. Her skin is pewter, a darker gray-silver that glimmers in the sunlight, and it behaves similar to pewter, as well, at different temperatures. Her own body heat, higher than humans', keeps her skin soft and malleable, but sometimes dents or planes forms in places like her forehead or arms where her skin doesn't move very much. She is warm to the touch, and a strong grip can leave fingerprints in her skin. Often she is studded with glittering jewels set into her forehead, beneath her eyes, on her shoulders and chest, and on her hips and outer thighs and lower legs. She likes to arrange them in patterns and by color, to be as pleasing to the eye as possible.
Her body is thin, though, and not very curvaceous for a woman. Her chest is entirely flat and devoid of nipples, and she is also missing a belly button. Her entire torso is smooth and unbroken, like a sculpture, and she has no problem walking around shirtless. She has no problem walked around completely naked, in fact, but is typically dressed in loose, flowing, light fabrics such as cotton. She likes tank tops and sleeveless shirts and shorts or short skirts, things that let her show off the patterns of her jewels and keep an eye on the texture of her skin.
Her face is very pretty as well. In fact, it isn't the face that she was created with, but she's molded it over the years into the way it is now. She looks African, with dark gray skin and high cheekbones and slightly larger lips. Her eyes match her skin in tone, but glimmer more silvery in light because of the crystalline structure of her iris, like facets of unrefined silver ore. Her hair is always swept up behind her in a high ponytail, and stays that way on its own even withou a hair tie. Her hair is black, and very stiff and wiry, and shiny like obsidian rather than glittery like her pewter skin. Nothing about her looks organic save for the whites of her eyes. Even the inside of her mouth and tongue are a silver-pewter, though a slightly darker shade than her skin. Her teeth are constantly reforming and the edges are coated with fine diamond pieces to allow her to grind gems into pieces small enough to swallow. It isn't particularly noticeable though since the diamond pieces are so grainy and scratched from this use that they don't reflect light well.
[Personality]
Likes:
- Gems
- Metals, especially pewter and lead and gold, softer metals
- Warmth, temperatures within her proper range for optimum mobility
- Decorating herself with gems
- Smoothing and molding her skin/checking herself for damage and fixing it
- Peace and tranquility
- Pleasing people
- Extreme temperatures
- Affection or affectionate people
- Sexual advances
- Abuse/overdone dominance
- When people take her goblet or use it for their own ends
- People stealing her gems or refusing to allow her to decorate herself with the gems she makes/taking the gems she makes
- Flaws in her skin or fractures in the gems in her skin
- Having no gems in her skin at all
- Hard, flexible skin
- Superhuman strength and senses
- Alchemy
- Extreme temperatures
- Gems - She can be allured by them, especially when hungry or promised new gems to decorate her skin with
- Her goblet
- Difficult to heal wounds
- Melting - She is more terrified of heat than cold because she knows that she can survive periods of immobility better than her own skin falling off
- Her goblet being stolen or used to self-extermination
- Becoming a sex slave
- Starvation/being used as a gem factory
- Abuse/severe damage to her skin
- Constantly checks herself in mirrors/makes mirrors of objects for the sole purpose of preening
- Touches gems and metals often when near
- Turns things into pewter and hand-molds them when bored
She doesn't volunteer speech very often, and isn't much of a conversationalist. She doesn't understand relationships, and forms none. People are things to be interacted with and obeyed, and she neither misses them nor enjoys their company any more than she enjoys being alone. She is easy to control and takes care of herself, creatings gemstones and pewter for food if given any stone, earth, or raw material for consuption, and spends much of her time alone beautifying herself. She likes perfecting herself in front of mirrors, unaware of how attractive it may make her to other beings.
She is fiercely protective of her goblet and of those who possess it. If her master promises to take care of her goblet, she will defend him with her life. She'll defend him with her life anyway, but she'll have a personal stake in his defense in her goblet is brought into the balance. She is extremely obedient for lack of anything else to do with her life, and as long as she is well-cared-for (or at least provided with food supplies), she remains loyal and a very faithful servant, even if abused.
[History]
Father: Dr. James Orwell (Human)
Mother: None
Sibling
Pet
Other
Detailed History: One of the earlier and more successful homunculi created by genius scientist Dr. James Orwell to defend his laboratory from demons and vampires expanding into and desiring his real estate. Savnarae is one of many homunculi created in the labs and has seen and assisted in the creations of others like her. From birth she was a loyal servant and very protective of her "father," who treated her very well and strove to understand his creations and work with her and all of them. They were part servant, part guardian, part pet, and part experiment. She picked up her grooming habits from his encouragement, since it pleased him to see her take care of herself and learn autonomy.
As a guardian, she often was pitted against vampires and demons and learned very well how to fight them off or at least severely discourage them from attempting a takeover of the mountainside castle she called home. She worked well with other homunculi in the labs and played both mother and child to those who came respectively after and before her. She played commander and soldier during attacks, and was a well-trusted and perhaps one of the closest servants of Dr. Orwell. In her years with him she was often taken on his travels as his personal bodyguard and her unusual appearance left a strong impression with everyone Dr. Orwell encountered or passed on the street. More than once she was attacked by greedy beings seeking her as their slave, but each time she either successfully fought back or was rescued by Orwell's small army of other homunculi. He always kept her goblet safe in his castle, so her life was never directly threatened.
His homunculus collection was extremely prolific, and he left a wealth of beings behind when old age claimed him who defended his castle and his resting place for many years after his passing. When it was learned that a castle full of homunculi was without a master, though, what had once been prime lair real estate was now also a gold mine of slaves and treasure. Eventually the homunculus "family" was overrun by a collaboration of beings and the keep where their life vessels were stored was broken into. More protective of their own lives than of the resting place of their departed creator, the homunculi were successfully captured and integrated into the slavery life. None escaped that day, but Savnarae has seen little if anything of her "sisters" and "brothers" since. She was claimed by a vampire interested in her goblet and its potency-infusion powers, and from then on passed from master to master, an expensive but prized possession in any slave collection.
RP Example: Silver fingertips traced the contours of a silver face as Savnarae apprehensively checked her skin for dents. After that battle, she knew she was covered with welts and gouges that would need meticulous care. It didn't even occur to her, as she stood in line among friends and former comerades-in-arms, that she might not get that opportunity for a long time, if ever again. Silver-gray eyes were one of the many odd-colored pairs that looked on as the assorted array of beings beautiful and grotesque picked over the heirlooms of the later Dr. James Orwell like excited treasure-hunters, unaware or careless of the rapidly fluctuating pulses of different homunculi as their personal life-vessels came under scrutiny time and again. Some of the demons knew; even the soulless could provid sustenence for some of them, and their anxiety, panic, or general concern for their personal safety was practically a feast to the worst of the hellspawn. Savna could see it in their eyes, see their darting gazes as their hands carelessly brushed against cups, bracelets, brooches, see their glee as they figured out one by one which artifact belonged to which homunculus as their cruel nails carves tiny scratches in ancient treasures of a family line now gone from this world.
What they couldn't see, though, and what they couldn't feel was the presence of the last of that line. It was there, in the room, and it whispered in turn into the ears of each of its remaining creations. The homunculi drew strength from this collectively-channeled ghost of their precious creator, their wills fortified and their survival encouraged by the familiarity of Dr. Orwell's unique voice. Just as they would have given their lives to protect him, so now he wished them to continue, to do his memory justice and go forth into the world and serve new masters, for to rebel was to die, and to die was to cease to exist completely. No soul meant no promise for another life. From earth they were created, to earth they would return if their vessels were destroyed, and the prolific and world-renowned work of Dr. James Orwell would fade to legend, myth, folklore, and soon anonymity if they fought their masters. As servants they were created, servants and warriors and agents of further creation, and as all of these things they must continue to be. This was the message their beloved creator imparted to them each in turn, and this was the message they carried forth with them as their new masters carried forth their life vessels - close to the heart and well-guarded.
"The Silver Gem..." Her new master's voice was nothing like Orwell's. It was darker, deeper, sinister. She had fought him personally and she could see the quickly-fading discoloration of the many bruises she had left him with as well as a cut on his cheek, pink and healing, as she walked beside him down the mountain now, a familiar trip she had taken with her master so many, many times before. Many of the other homunculi had never left the castle, and she wondered how they were handling so much uncertainty and all the unfamiliar experiences.
"I never thought I would be so lucky to claim such a prize..." She wasn't listening. He was simply gloating, testing the waters with his new pet. None of this was new to her, even a new master. She had been captured before, forced to serve other masters while she bided her time, waiting for opportunity to escape or the promise of an eventual rescue she knew would come.
The only difference was that this time, there was no rescue party.
She curved her silver fingertips around her silver biceps and felt the gouges and battle grooves there between the glittering rubies. It was a cold night. Her skin was hardening. She couldn't do anything about it now...
She walked on beside her new master, casting a glance back at her family. Some were beautiful, some were weird, some looked hardly different from the demons beside them, but they were her family, and she silently wished them safety and providence as she felt the ghostly touch of her old master leave her scarred shoulder for the last time.
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