Post by Al Freakster the Big Cheese on Jan 17, 2019 3:15:53 GMT
Name: Alexander Gagarin
Age: Vaguely 30-ish
Country of Birth: Unknown (Russia)
Country of Residence: USA
Spoken Languages: English, Russian (rarely and out of context)
Personality: To a bystander, Alex looks quite menacing, quiet and standoffish. If one dares to approach the tall man, they will find, instead, that he is quite a curious man, always willing to listen to whatever they say. He is fascinated with space and space-related things.
History: "Before that day, there is nothing. Just a dark canvas full of small glittering lights, that shine invitingly. And the barest bits of past life. I know that my name is Alexander Gagarin, and that I am in my thirties. The first thing that I can remember is waking up in a forest, covered in scraps of a red-and-yellow suit, with my backpack lying right by my side. I still feel the dread that I have felt, the primal fear and the desire to find someone, something that can help me remember. And then, after... three days of traversing, I find you, and your wagon. And you... you just offer me help, and ask for nothing in return. I still barely believe it."
The tall man covered with a blanket picked up his cup and slowly sipped, gazing into the bonfire. The old, bearded artist sat right across, quietly chuckling.
"Ah, I'll never escape paranormal, it seems. I thought that leaving that town after the whole revelation thing would let me be free... Well, it is no problem. I hear the slavic accents in your way of speech, and helping out a stranded slav is a no-brainer. Especially since. according to what you say, you lost more than three decades worth of memories... That is not normal, not by a long shot. Are you sure you want to get them back? There had to be some purpose in losing them, after all."
Alexander shook his head, sending the faded red hair flying. A true sorry sight, he was, covered in scars, his hair dirty and limp.
"I must. I don't know what I am even able to do. I don't know why I know this language so well, or why I can make figurines out of metal with this quality." He twirled around a small metallic tree in his hand. " Or why I hear this strange word, Cryoshell, from time to time. If Fallbrook is full of paranormal stuff, as you say, then it is my best shot at getting what I lost back."
The bearded man sighed, and took out a piece of paper and a pencil. Sounds of scribbling soon joined the cracking noises of wood burning.
"True enough. Alright, let's do it like this. I have... had a home back in Fallbrook, I'll give you the key to it, along with some cash to get you on proper footing. I think I have some clothes with me of your size, it wouldn't do well for you to come there bare as a field after the harvest. Be especially careful, there is some great pandemonium of chaos going on there, as far as I have heard. Truly shady things happening. I sincerely hope that you will be alright there. Now, go sleep. I'm drawing a detailed map of the path to Fallbrook, as well as the map of the town itself. It should prove useful to you. Tomorrow, your journey will truly start."
Current life: A few days have passed since Alex found the travelling painter. The painter's old house, that looked quite abandoned, became the giant's new home. The newfound hobby of making metal figurines showed promise in terms of profit, and the foundation for his search was laid. There was just one thing that Alex couldn't understand. Who were these "Stand Users", and what were these weird apparitions he saw with some people?
Notable skills: Quick thinker, has an uncanny ability of working with metal, fairly agile. Some other skills also surface from time to time, a byproduct of his lost memories.
Weaknesses: Reckless when it comes to finding out about his past. A bit too trusting to those who dare approach him. Stands give him a headache, whenever they are active near him.
Appearance: A giant of a man, 2.1 meters in height. Faded red hair, styled into a mullet. Usually wears a big brown-red jacket, dark yellow shirt, red cargo pants and shoes. Lugs around a gray backpack with him.
Other Details and Important Items:
-The backpack he found himself with when he awoke in the forest. It has scrap metal, tools for working with metal, and 2-3 glass bottles of cola, kept in a separate pocket from the rest of the items. One of the only clues to his past.
-The Nagant 1895 Revolver. A gun with a long story behind. The memento from the old artist that rescued Alex. Has been painted akin to a starry sky. Alex hopes to give it back one day, when his memories are back. Keeps it inside the jacket.
-All the little items. Keys, money, pens, a figurine or two. No passport, funnily enough.
-Three bottles of aspirin. Got them after the meet-up with the other stand users and the first case, to control the ever-present headache.
Stand Profile:
Name: Cryoshell
Ability: Alexander can detach up to two limbs off his body and control each and every action with his mind. The limbs can't go further that 8 meters away from Alex. He himself can "fly", by getting pulled to his limbs.
Type: Ability
Power: C
Speed: A
Range: C
Durability: B
Precision: C
Learning: E
Appearance: The stand manifests as a shell of Lego-like cubes covering the limbs. The coloration is akin to the color of the night sky, with stars and all.
Age: Vaguely 30-ish
Country of Birth: Unknown (Russia)
Country of Residence: USA
Spoken Languages: English, Russian (rarely and out of context)
Personality: To a bystander, Alex looks quite menacing, quiet and standoffish. If one dares to approach the tall man, they will find, instead, that he is quite a curious man, always willing to listen to whatever they say. He is fascinated with space and space-related things.
History: "Before that day, there is nothing. Just a dark canvas full of small glittering lights, that shine invitingly. And the barest bits of past life. I know that my name is Alexander Gagarin, and that I am in my thirties. The first thing that I can remember is waking up in a forest, covered in scraps of a red-and-yellow suit, with my backpack lying right by my side. I still feel the dread that I have felt, the primal fear and the desire to find someone, something that can help me remember. And then, after... three days of traversing, I find you, and your wagon. And you... you just offer me help, and ask for nothing in return. I still barely believe it."
The tall man covered with a blanket picked up his cup and slowly sipped, gazing into the bonfire. The old, bearded artist sat right across, quietly chuckling.
"Ah, I'll never escape paranormal, it seems. I thought that leaving that town after the whole revelation thing would let me be free... Well, it is no problem. I hear the slavic accents in your way of speech, and helping out a stranded slav is a no-brainer. Especially since. according to what you say, you lost more than three decades worth of memories... That is not normal, not by a long shot. Are you sure you want to get them back? There had to be some purpose in losing them, after all."
Alexander shook his head, sending the faded red hair flying. A true sorry sight, he was, covered in scars, his hair dirty and limp.
"I must. I don't know what I am even able to do. I don't know why I know this language so well, or why I can make figurines out of metal with this quality." He twirled around a small metallic tree in his hand. " Or why I hear this strange word, Cryoshell, from time to time. If Fallbrook is full of paranormal stuff, as you say, then it is my best shot at getting what I lost back."
The bearded man sighed, and took out a piece of paper and a pencil. Sounds of scribbling soon joined the cracking noises of wood burning.
"True enough. Alright, let's do it like this. I have... had a home back in Fallbrook, I'll give you the key to it, along with some cash to get you on proper footing. I think I have some clothes with me of your size, it wouldn't do well for you to come there bare as a field after the harvest. Be especially careful, there is some great pandemonium of chaos going on there, as far as I have heard. Truly shady things happening. I sincerely hope that you will be alright there. Now, go sleep. I'm drawing a detailed map of the path to Fallbrook, as well as the map of the town itself. It should prove useful to you. Tomorrow, your journey will truly start."
Current life: A few days have passed since Alex found the travelling painter. The painter's old house, that looked quite abandoned, became the giant's new home. The newfound hobby of making metal figurines showed promise in terms of profit, and the foundation for his search was laid. There was just one thing that Alex couldn't understand. Who were these "Stand Users", and what were these weird apparitions he saw with some people?
Notable skills: Quick thinker, has an uncanny ability of working with metal, fairly agile. Some other skills also surface from time to time, a byproduct of his lost memories.
Weaknesses: Reckless when it comes to finding out about his past. A bit too trusting to those who dare approach him. Stands give him a headache, whenever they are active near him.
Appearance: A giant of a man, 2.1 meters in height. Faded red hair, styled into a mullet. Usually wears a big brown-red jacket, dark yellow shirt, red cargo pants and shoes. Lugs around a gray backpack with him.
Other Details and Important Items:
-The backpack he found himself with when he awoke in the forest. It has scrap metal, tools for working with metal, and 2-3 glass bottles of cola, kept in a separate pocket from the rest of the items. One of the only clues to his past.
-The Nagant 1895 Revolver. A gun with a long story behind. The memento from the old artist that rescued Alex. Has been painted akin to a starry sky. Alex hopes to give it back one day, when his memories are back. Keeps it inside the jacket.
-All the little items. Keys, money, pens, a figurine or two. No passport, funnily enough.
-Three bottles of aspirin. Got them after the meet-up with the other stand users and the first case, to control the ever-present headache.
Stand Profile:
Name: Cryoshell
Ability: Alexander can detach up to two limbs off his body and control each and every action with his mind. The limbs can't go further that 8 meters away from Alex. He himself can "fly", by getting pulled to his limbs.
Type: Ability
Power: C
Speed: A
Range: C
Durability: B
Precision: C
Learning: E
Appearance: The stand manifests as a shell of Lego-like cubes covering the limbs. The coloration is akin to the color of the night sky, with stars and all.