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Basic info
Name: Albert Camaïeu (lit French: “Noble Monochrome.”)
Age: 21
Birthday: December 31st
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'10 (177 cm)
Weight: 125 lbs (56.7 kg)
Face Claim: Orihara Izaya - Durarara
Stats
STR:4
DEF:1
RES:2
SPT:5
Aura 170|130 HP
Personality
Group: Researcher
Likes:
+ Books
+ Music
+ Sleeping
+ Anything “interesting”
+ Sweets
+ Faunus (they have aesthetic appeal. Ironically, he also keeps fur trim on his clothing due to being particularly susceptible to the cold.)
+ Heights
+ Puzzles
+ Chess
+ Rain, Snow, and otherwise cold/dreary weather.
Dislikes:
- Warm weather
- Excessively loud noises
- Uninteresting or unreadable people
- Stupidity
- Boredom
- Nature/Insects
- Extended Physical Activity and menial labour
- Spicy Food
- Monotony.
- Being called “Al.”
Fears:
- Aquaphobia/Hydrophobia (cannot stand anything larger than a bathtub due to a fear of drowning. Obviously, this fear has rendered him unable to swim.)
- Being forgotten or ignored upon death.
- Medicine and medical facilities.
- Making mistakes, especially when it comes to academics or other things he is supposedly good at.
Overall Personality: Perpetually bored and therefore in need of constant entertainment, Albert can most often be noted for describing things as “boring” or “interesting” depending on the thing in question. Statements that, while rather shallow and innocent when applied to others, and more comparable to “non-existent” and “the centre of one's universe” when he says them.
Despite this, he seems to be almost self-perpetuating with regards to the boredom. While fully aware of it, any cures he injects himself such as reading or sleeping serve as temporary distractions rather than subsiding the tidal wave of apathy. Even with his intense interest in people and their psychology, their actions when placed in certain situations, he is much more content to watch and influence events rather than directly taking part in them and thus, is picky when approaching others. For a person to truly interest Albert, they need to first exhibit either aesthetic appeal (an odd appearance, a particularly beautiful or otherwise striking appearance) or some trait he feels worthy of studying.
Further association with the male would reveal his childhood has left him largely unable to cope with close personal reactions and with a slight lack of empathy. While not entirely sociopathic, Albert's inability to deal with close relations and the seemingly mask-like manner in which he conducts himself would give off the impression of someone with something to hide when in all actuality, he simply has difficulty dealing with emotions as they come to him.
To elaborate, his natural state seems to be relatively playful. A fan of sarcasm and with a calm, nonchalant, airy delivery of his words, Albert's characteristic and almost serpentine grin would seem unsettling or fabricated to most and yet, this is his natural state.
Regardless, arrogance is yet another character trait one would consider him synonymous with. With fair mental prowess on his side, Albert is perfectly willing to listen to other people's ideas yet is uncomfortable with actually applying them. When presented with something he seems begrudging to the competent ones and tears apart the foolish with glee. Even still, he seems able to handwave his own stupidity when it does come, mentally justifying some mistakes as giving the other a sporting chance.
Naturally, this pride has also resulted in intense perfectionism. While fully aware of his physical flaws and perhaps a bit resentful of the healthy, the male is unable to handle mistakes when he believes himself skilled or superior in something and will become depressed, resentful, or willing to deny academic or tactical mistakes.
Abilities
Aura type: Recovery
Aura Color: Grey
Semblance: Absolute Pin - The ability to create extremely precise blasts of wind in a direction adjacent to the user. The applications of this could be as a utility such as increasing jumping height or breaking a fall by directing a blast below the person in question, offensive by propelling an object and therefore increasing the force of impact, or defensive by pushing against an object and therefore lessening the impact.
Of course, the larger the object and the more force behind it, the more difficult it is to alter. Things such as humans and particularly powerful firearms will innately resist the effect but may still be hindered by it (eg. a human with a sword directly in front of the male will not be moved by the blast, but their weapon may not strike as deeply.)
Item 1: Sniper Rifle (Pion Coiffe) - A black sniper rifle. While it is rather standard for a weapon of its type, it's clearly in need of maintenance due to both use and its owner's laziness. Beyond a large number of scratches on the scope's lens, it also is in desperate need of cleaning.
Item 2: Rating 1 Water Dust (2 Phials)
History and Sample
- History:
- Born to a pair of relatively well-off parents during a particularly harsh winter, the various catalysts for Albert's personality traits can be traced back to his early childhood. While a bit frail from birth, the boy seemed to be perfectly normal and functional until about the of age of 3 when, unfortunately, he contracted a number of respiratory problems that served to further weaken his immune system and heighten his previous frailty.
Suffering from long periods of intensive care, the youth spent the majority if not the entirety of these periods in the company of his mother. Unable to socialize and perpetually bored even from this early age, he entertained himself by playing chess or reading large books that ranged in topic from science to history to children's stories. Interested in other people, the youth occasionally watched other children in his home town as they played outside, laughed and fought with one another. Indeed at this age there was nothing more than a longing for human interaction, as it was foreign and seemed to have the potential to perpetually stave off the boredom he had been locked in.
Unfortunately when he was well enough to finally experience freedom, it seemed to be the opposite: initially he was treated as something new and strange, if a little aloof or condescending in his stoicism and speech. Further interactions simply proved to him that while some people were interesting aesthetically or on a personal level, the majority were instead quite boorish and thus, he only kept one or two acquaintances throughout his late childhood and early teens. A situation not at all helped by his sharp eyes, angular features, thin lips, and long clothing, traits that most saw as comparable to a serpentine or fox-like Faunus attempting to hide their features beneath their clothes. While nothing escalated beyond mere gossip, it served only to drive home the perspective of like-mindedness in small communities, leaving the youth to try and seek interesting or different people who were, at times, nothing more than disappointments.
With a thirst for a dynamic life that clearly conflicted with his physical frailty, the male applied to Syne with the hopes of becoming a Huntsman. Naturally such a thing was met with apprehension by his parents, and indeed seemed to strain their relationship into a largely passive-aggressive one rife with small talk and cliched letters. Unable and unwilling to see the others' perspective, it was perhaps for the best that Albert was admitted to the school on the merit of his mental ability rather than his physical prowess. With cheaply made firearm in hand, he arrived.
- RP Sample:
There were simply three things that one did not due to the male: tamper with his coffee, tamper with his books, or try to cheat him in any way. Of course it wasn't a particularly strategic move, to punish someone for the latter when that someone happened to be much larger, much stronger, and much more angry than he. Yet still, it was an interesting situation and therefore, one simply couldn't resist. That, and the obvious annoyance that came with it.
This was a terrible idea.
The male mused to himself as the smirk was wiped from his face. Indeed it had all started with a simple attempt to return to his room to meet curfew, despite wholeheartedly having intentions to try and find a hole in the system: a means of sneaking out and then sneaking back in unnoticed to experience some semblance of a night life. Instead he'd found himself pressed against the door, raised by the collar, and attempting to nonchalantly throw his arms up in a gesture of surrender despite his words not particularly creating the desired effect.
“We talked about proper payment, and you shorted me. You get what you pay for, so it's only natural that to compensate your assignment is of sub-par quality to what we agreed on this time.”
Another bad decision. Speaking at all was guaranteed to dig him further into the whole and yet, one could not help but feel that by attempting to rationalize the situation at hand he would diffuse the tension. It seemed as though he'd forgotten everything he'd learned about human psychology, as it obviously served only to make the situation worse. A fist was raised to an exclamation of “you little worm!” and yet, rather than colliding with the intended target, a sudden and rather uncomfortable jerk of the head caused it to collide with the door instead.
“I don't care for violence. If you're going to be violent I'm afraid word just might get out that you bullied me into doing your schoolwork, then attacked me when the work didn't meet your standards. You have a reputation to uphold... right?”
At the very least it was a credible story to anyone who might have been able to hear it. If anything he could summon something and claim self-defense. Even a pawn should have been enough... After all, one's mind was then consumed by the mantra of “I could be doing something interesting right now” as opposed to the natural fear that had overcome it when first confronted, the condescension that came naturally, and now the malevolence.
This time the fist found its way into the male's stomach and the other person left, prompting the male to lay crumpled against the door to his dorm room for a moment, clutching the affected area as the dull pain resonated.
“Okay, okay... you win.”
for an instant the youth weighed his options: fight back when the aggressor had his back turned or simply redo the assignment, knowing full well he wouldn't bother to look when it was turned in. All one had to do was write an “essay” stating a slightly modified version of events and disciplinary action would be taken. “I paid him” was a viable excuse and merited investigation, but what could they find? No one had seen it happen and indeed, the writing styles had varied so much one couldn't have bothered... but still.
So many options. All of them so. Very. Interesting.
Last edited by Albert Camaieu on Tue Oct 20, 2015 6:39 pm; edited 7 times in total (Reason for editing : Fixed issues with semblance.)
