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:bulletblack: Basic Information :bulletblack:
Name:
Husk
Age: Technically, he's two. Looks late teens though.
Height: 5'4
Species: Magic Construct - An artificial body with a spirit forcefully bound to it, created out of magic as an experimental summoning to see how long it was possible to bind a summon to the world. It went either really wrong or really well though, as he is stuck here.

:bulletblack: Academic Information :bulletblack:
Level:
Beginner
Current Classes: PTS 101, PTS 102, MDC 102
Passed Classes: Nope
Experience: Nothin' yet

:bulletblack: Personal Information :bulletblack:
Likes:

- Gardening, or any activities using his hands. He's attempted things such as sculpting and knitting in the past, but wasn't very good at either.
- Also likes eating, eve though he doesn't need to. He can't really taste things, but he likes the texture in his mouth and has a preference for chewy foods.
- People who don't know he's a construct. He especially likes people who have managed to find out he's a construct but still treat him as a person.
- Winning. He's very competitive, and if something is turned into a bet or a dare he will rarely turn it down. Doesn't care about prizes so much as he enjoys proving himself.

Dislikes:
- Water. He can't swim, but he also hates getting wet. As such, he will try his best to avoid water as much as he can.
- Using his magic. He can use it, but usually refuses.
- Werewolves. He doesn't know why, but they really creep him out.
- People who intrude upon his personal space.
- People who are a lot taller than he is. Which is quite a lot of people. They make him uneasy.

Fears:
- Fears using up all his magic. He's unsure what would happen if he did so, whether it would kill him or merely destroy his body so he can return to wherever he was summoned from, but he really doesn't want to take that risk.
- Fears discovering that he actually is only a second rate imitiation.
- Pointy objects. Whilst he can't feel pain as much, he also doesn't heal very well. Any cuts will stay for a long time.

Strengths: As he has an artificial body, Husk is resistant to most damage and has a limited sense of pain. He's also immune to weaker passive spells, such as a succubus' charm or a medusa gaze. Due to being an artificial construct, he doesn't need to sleep, breathe, eat or any of those things that real bodies love. Has surprising strength for his short size.

Weaknesses Deep water. He can't swim, and he's too heavy to do so, so he just sinks. He doesn't need to breathe though, so he usually just tries to walk out of the water as quick as he can. He's also not so great with the magics. He can use magic fairly well, if he needs to, but his body is created out of it and he has no idea what would happen if he used all his magic up. So he prefers to use potions or external sources of magic. Very poor healing abilities. He doesn't bruise or break but cuts and lost limbs take a long time to heal, if they heal at all.

Goals: Proving he's just as good as a real person. Not too bothered about getting back to where he was summoned from, as he is unsure where exactly that was. He'd quite like to be able to remember things from before he was bound here though.

Personality: His goal makes him more than a little competitive, especially against humans or beings that look human. He'll get on fairly well with most people, although he tries to avoid personal questions or letting people know he's a construct, and tries to be friendly and polite. As with most people, he's at his best around friends and likes making them laugh. He will get irritated at anyone intruding too closely into his personal space fairly quickly though, and gets very angry at anyone who treats him as if he isn't a real person.

History:

Misc. Information:
- As he is an experimental construct, he has no eyes, nose or feet.
- Keeps several potted plants of different varieties in his room.
- Carries around assorted leaves and toffees in his pockets. The leaves are generally from some of the more unusual plants he's found around the academy.
- His skin is a quite thick, leathery material. Inside his feet and hands are clay, making them the most resistant parts of his body. In between the rest flows a conductive, blood-like liquid.
- Will pretend to sleep or eat meals to make people around him more comfortable.

:bulletblack: Roleplay Information :bulletblack:
Chatroom Availability:
I shall be on as much as possible, most evenings.
IM Availability: Note me if you want to RP on skype or something! ^^
How did you find #OtherWorlde?: A couple of friends entered, and I thought it looked like fun

Script Sample: Husk: *Husk shuffled carefully around his room, trying to avoid knocking over any of the various plants dotted around the room. He paused next to one of the taller pots, gently grabbing one of the leaves to examine it.* Hmmm... This one looks alright. *He pulled a couple of the leaves off, uncerimoniously stuffing them in his pocket. A faint burnt odour filled the room for a moment, before fading out the open window.*

Paragraph Sample: Husk: *Darkness. A bright flash of light. An image briefly revealed of a man towering over him, a hood obscuring the face from view. A bolt of electricity shooting through Husks body. And then darkness again. An image in his head of a red circle, candles surrounding it, and his body lying motionless at the center. Husk sighed. Everytime he tried to remember his 'birth', those were the only things he could summon into his mind. He shook his head, focusing back on the book in front of him. Something about the history of potions, Husk didn't really notice.* Ugh.... *He closed the book with a dull thump, chucking it onto his desk, before picking up a small watering can from the floor. It wasn't like it really mattered anyway. He'd been created, he'd been thrown away, and he'd made it here. All that really mattered now was proving that they had been wrong. That he wasn't some accidental failure. That he was just as good as.... His thoughts trailed off as the handle of the watering can snapped under the pressure from his hand. Water and plastic flew in different directions across the room.* Ah, dammit....
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