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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Nai
Other characters: None
IN CHARACTER
Name: Ariel Knot
Alias: Aunamee
Fandom: Original character
Canon point/AU: --
Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
marcato
PB: Ewan McGregor
Age: 36
History:
there was a prophecy;
At nine years old, Ariel Knot was recruited by a cult who believed he was the chosen one. He bore the mark of a Potential, a deep gray hue in his otherwise brown eyes. Prophecy held that once the current cult leader perished, that mark would fill his eyes with gray and he would develop spectacular abilities. Telepathy. Precognition. Immortality. This ordinary, socially awkward boy (who secretly ran over frogs with lawnmowers, who not once, but twice mutilated the neighborhood cat) was set to be humanity's savior. His parents were active members of the cult and they encouraged this grandiosity with their every breath. Although the group was peaceful in nature, he was taught how to fight (with his hands, with a gun, with a sword) in order to survive the foretold end of the world and lead humanity to its next chapter.
the carrion craver;
Ariel's more sadistic nature did not go completely unnoticed. He teased and lied and kept animal carcasses in ziplock bags. He was given intense counseling, but that only taught him how to feign regret and remorse. Instead of killing animals, he chased ambulances for the thrill of rubbernecking at the carnage. He learned to be polite and gentlemanly. He learned to be discrete.
And then he started developing his abilities.
They came slowly at first. He would find himself finishing sentences that other people never started. He would hear whispers in his ear. When he closed his eyes, he could feel the world moving forward. He knew how the prophecy went, how the current leader needed to die before he was allowed to become truly powerful. He sabotaged the air detectors and flooded the congregation with carbon monoxide, killing the current leader -- and nearly all of the congregation. He was seventeen years old.
loneliness;
His parents tried to poison him with codeine once they realized what he had done. He exchanged his drink with theirs and watched as they cried and gasped and died under the kitchen table.
order;
When it was all over, most everyone Ariel knew was dead. But he had won. He changed his name to Aunamee, a play on the word "anomie." An absence of social norms and values.
He used his newly developed abilities to rebuild his shattered congregation. He peaked into the future in order to see horrible events and then arrived at those events to rescue the desperate, hopeless survivors that tumbled out of them. He found victims of fires and car accidents and violence and arrived at their hospital beds with flowers. He let his best friend be abused for ten years just so that he would fall into his arms at the end. Sometimes he created the tragedies himself. His story intersects with Dr. Grey's ([personal profile] greymatter) somewhat in that he deliberately placed one of his recruits into his war path and then swept in to play hero, breaking Grey's wrist in the process.
present;
Now an adult, he uses his telepathy to blackmail politicians. He threatens CEOs. He is gathering people and building an army that he dreams, one day, will bring upon the post-apocalyptic world he's been promised ever since he was a boy.
Presentation:
Aunamee is not an outwardly imposing man. He is not particularly tall nor large, and his face is more boyish than vicious. He conducts himself with a certain amount of dignity -- he is a gentleman that offers chairs and opens doors and frowns at distasteful jokes. There is something deeply paternal and protective about how he interacts with other people. He feigns sympathy and offers embraces. He interrupts arguments in defense of the people he considers friends. He kills in defense of the people he considers friends. He is the kind of person who would answer frantic calls in the middle of the night with a lulling warmth. He is in many ways a "savior," and if one were only aware of these surface characteristics, it would be easy to mistake him for one.
He radiates confidence. Intensity. He has a firm handshake and a piercing gaze.
Motivations:
Aunamee is obsessed with maintaining control in both his own life and other people's lives. He drives people toward certain behaviors and certain situations just to prove that he can. He uses telepathy (if he knows someone's thoughts, he knows what they want) and precognition (if he knows when someone will need him most, he can be there) to his advantage. This tendency to emotionally manipulate others arises from a devastating loneliness. He wants nothing more than to surround himself with people that will love him with every fiber of their being. After all, his parents tried to kill him when he was still a boy. How could something like that be fixed?
He basks in chaos, death, and suffering and gets no better thrill than knowing that he is responsible for it. He is a pure sadist. Watching others experience heightened emotions is like a drug to him. Positive emotions can also light that spark -- passion, determination, joy -- but they appeal to him so much more when they rise from the darkness and he is the one to bring them up.
He's been worshipped his entire life, and with his abilities, he is effectively untouchable, a god among men. He is at times dangerously overconfident. When a situation slips out of his control, his facade crumbles into pure, unhinged rage. He is like a child flipping over a board game when his parents finally stop letting him win... except he's a grown man who would kill someone (and has) just to read their thoughts while they are dying.
SETTING:
Rebellion Role: Unfortunately, Aunamee hasn't exactly endeared himself to most of the other Tributes. Although he'd rather be in a position of power, chances are he'd be heavily monitored or imprisoned instead. If he successfully cultivates enough trust, he'd try to stick to the shadows and plan attacks for the rebellion. If the rebellion ever starts to win, he would offer to become a soldier if only to gloat and kill some of the higher-ups.
Rebellion Motivations: Aunamee hates the Capitol. Hates, hates, hates. They've taken his abilities away from him (and given them to someone else), they've killed him, abducted him and brought him to their mercy. As a man so obsessed with control, his lack of power as an Offworlder is enough to make him snap and paint the Capitol with its own blood.
Capitol Role: If Aunamee is allowed any of his precognitive abilities, he could be a huge asset to battle strategies. If he's allowed his telepathy, he could be a wonderful interrogator -- or torturer. Aunamee would strive for rank regardless of his power situation, however, taking whatever he can as long as it gives him the ability to lord over other people.
Capitol Motivations: The Capitol is big, strong, and likely to win. (They also seem to dislike him less.) Aunamee is more than willing to let his revenge get a little cold if it means he can survive this nonsense.
Preferred side: Aunamee would prefer to work within the Capitol until he can find the best time to betray them. If he successfully makes it to District 13, he'll pretend that he was on their side all along.
SAMPLES
First person:
[He's not ready for this. He's too rattled. Too weak. His hands are trembling and his insides are writhing around like snakes. There's a lump in his throat that ebbs, flows, ebbs, flows, ebbs, flows in time with his heartbeat.
But he must speak.]
Ha. [It's not a laugh. It's a word.] We all have our bad days, don't we?
[There. That's a good start. The words come easier to him now. They're rhythmic, melodic, like a half-remembered song.]
Such is life. But, you see, the bad days don't last forever. They never do. In the Capitol, we understand this. We know that terrible things don't last, that sometimes suffering is inevitable before the next sunrise.
The Districts don't understand. They look at the world in the way that a child would. They experience pain, the kind of pain that is sometimes necessary for learning, and they cry and wail and lash out at their protectors with flailing arms.
But they're not children, are they? They should know so much better.
[He purses his lips. Smiles.]
Dear Capitol. Sweet Capitol. I am honored to fight alongside you. I am honored to help you teach our Districts the errors of their ways.
Prose:
The taste of blood -- his own blood -- has always been familiar to Aunamee. In the old days, before his capture, he would sometimes allow his enemies to get the better of him just so their inevitable defeat would be all the more satisfying. In those days, Aunamee's blood tasted like an apéritif, the promise of succulent meal to come.
These days, the taste of his blood and the taste of his fear were one and the same.
When the bomb goes off, he hits the deck, although it's not enough to keep him from getting caught up in the shockwave. The explosion sings in his ears (hmmmmmmmm) far longer than it should. The origin of the blood is no mystery -- his tongue aches and pulses in time with his heartbeat.
Get up, says his brain, and he starts to get up. Stay down, says his brain again, and he lets himself slide down again, feigning injury. Without his telepathy, every decision seems like the right one. How is he supposed to choose? What is he supposed to do?
The blade in his right hand answers the question for him. His feels it all at once, that smooth hilt, that weighty metal, even though he must have been holding onto it this whole time. The blast has made the tip a little more jagged, a little less clean, but it did not matter.
Aunamee is a fighter. Aunamee is a murderer.
He grabs the closest body to him -- a fellow Capitol soldier who still writhes and bleeds and shouts -- and starts to pull him away from the fray. He's confident that his allies won't stop him because, why, he's on their side, isn't he? But he isn't, oh no. Not now.
Aunamee has never been a fan of these large battles. They're too confusing, too cacophonous.
He'd rather have a little bit of one-on-one time.
Name: Nai
Other characters: None
IN CHARACTER
Name: Ariel Knot
Alias: Aunamee
Fandom: Original character
Canon point/AU: --
Journal:
marcatoPB: Ewan McGregor
Age: 36
History:
there was a prophecy;
At nine years old, Ariel Knot was recruited by a cult who believed he was the chosen one. He bore the mark of a Potential, a deep gray hue in his otherwise brown eyes. Prophecy held that once the current cult leader perished, that mark would fill his eyes with gray and he would develop spectacular abilities. Telepathy. Precognition. Immortality. This ordinary, socially awkward boy (who secretly ran over frogs with lawnmowers, who not once, but twice mutilated the neighborhood cat) was set to be humanity's savior. His parents were active members of the cult and they encouraged this grandiosity with their every breath. Although the group was peaceful in nature, he was taught how to fight (with his hands, with a gun, with a sword) in order to survive the foretold end of the world and lead humanity to its next chapter.
the carrion craver;
Ariel's more sadistic nature did not go completely unnoticed. He teased and lied and kept animal carcasses in ziplock bags. He was given intense counseling, but that only taught him how to feign regret and remorse. Instead of killing animals, he chased ambulances for the thrill of rubbernecking at the carnage. He learned to be polite and gentlemanly. He learned to be discrete.
And then he started developing his abilities.
They came slowly at first. He would find himself finishing sentences that other people never started. He would hear whispers in his ear. When he closed his eyes, he could feel the world moving forward. He knew how the prophecy went, how the current leader needed to die before he was allowed to become truly powerful. He sabotaged the air detectors and flooded the congregation with carbon monoxide, killing the current leader -- and nearly all of the congregation. He was seventeen years old.
loneliness;
His parents tried to poison him with codeine once they realized what he had done. He exchanged his drink with theirs and watched as they cried and gasped and died under the kitchen table.
order;
When it was all over, most everyone Ariel knew was dead. But he had won. He changed his name to Aunamee, a play on the word "anomie." An absence of social norms and values.
He used his newly developed abilities to rebuild his shattered congregation. He peaked into the future in order to see horrible events and then arrived at those events to rescue the desperate, hopeless survivors that tumbled out of them. He found victims of fires and car accidents and violence and arrived at their hospital beds with flowers. He let his best friend be abused for ten years just so that he would fall into his arms at the end. Sometimes he created the tragedies himself. His story intersects with Dr. Grey's ([personal profile] greymatter) somewhat in that he deliberately placed one of his recruits into his war path and then swept in to play hero, breaking Grey's wrist in the process.
present;
Now an adult, he uses his telepathy to blackmail politicians. He threatens CEOs. He is gathering people and building an army that he dreams, one day, will bring upon the post-apocalyptic world he's been promised ever since he was a boy.
Presentation:
Aunamee is not an outwardly imposing man. He is not particularly tall nor large, and his face is more boyish than vicious. He conducts himself with a certain amount of dignity -- he is a gentleman that offers chairs and opens doors and frowns at distasteful jokes. There is something deeply paternal and protective about how he interacts with other people. He feigns sympathy and offers embraces. He interrupts arguments in defense of the people he considers friends. He kills in defense of the people he considers friends. He is the kind of person who would answer frantic calls in the middle of the night with a lulling warmth. He is in many ways a "savior," and if one were only aware of these surface characteristics, it would be easy to mistake him for one.
He radiates confidence. Intensity. He has a firm handshake and a piercing gaze.
Motivations:
Aunamee is obsessed with maintaining control in both his own life and other people's lives. He drives people toward certain behaviors and certain situations just to prove that he can. He uses telepathy (if he knows someone's thoughts, he knows what they want) and precognition (if he knows when someone will need him most, he can be there) to his advantage. This tendency to emotionally manipulate others arises from a devastating loneliness. He wants nothing more than to surround himself with people that will love him with every fiber of their being. After all, his parents tried to kill him when he was still a boy. How could something like that be fixed?
He basks in chaos, death, and suffering and gets no better thrill than knowing that he is responsible for it. He is a pure sadist. Watching others experience heightened emotions is like a drug to him. Positive emotions can also light that spark -- passion, determination, joy -- but they appeal to him so much more when they rise from the darkness and he is the one to bring them up.
He's been worshipped his entire life, and with his abilities, he is effectively untouchable, a god among men. He is at times dangerously overconfident. When a situation slips out of his control, his facade crumbles into pure, unhinged rage. He is like a child flipping over a board game when his parents finally stop letting him win... except he's a grown man who would kill someone (and has) just to read their thoughts while they are dying.
SETTING:
Rebellion Role: Unfortunately, Aunamee hasn't exactly endeared himself to most of the other Tributes. Although he'd rather be in a position of power, chances are he'd be heavily monitored or imprisoned instead. If he successfully cultivates enough trust, he'd try to stick to the shadows and plan attacks for the rebellion. If the rebellion ever starts to win, he would offer to become a soldier if only to gloat and kill some of the higher-ups.
Rebellion Motivations: Aunamee hates the Capitol. Hates, hates, hates. They've taken his abilities away from him (and given them to someone else), they've killed him, abducted him and brought him to their mercy. As a man so obsessed with control, his lack of power as an Offworlder is enough to make him snap and paint the Capitol with its own blood.
Capitol Role: If Aunamee is allowed any of his precognitive abilities, he could be a huge asset to battle strategies. If he's allowed his telepathy, he could be a wonderful interrogator -- or torturer. Aunamee would strive for rank regardless of his power situation, however, taking whatever he can as long as it gives him the ability to lord over other people.
Capitol Motivations: The Capitol is big, strong, and likely to win. (They also seem to dislike him less.) Aunamee is more than willing to let his revenge get a little cold if it means he can survive this nonsense.
Preferred side: Aunamee would prefer to work within the Capitol until he can find the best time to betray them. If he successfully makes it to District 13, he'll pretend that he was on their side all along.
SAMPLES
First person:
[He's not ready for this. He's too rattled. Too weak. His hands are trembling and his insides are writhing around like snakes. There's a lump in his throat that ebbs, flows, ebbs, flows, ebbs, flows in time with his heartbeat.
But he must speak.]
Ha. [It's not a laugh. It's a word.] We all have our bad days, don't we?
[There. That's a good start. The words come easier to him now. They're rhythmic, melodic, like a half-remembered song.]
Such is life. But, you see, the bad days don't last forever. They never do. In the Capitol, we understand this. We know that terrible things don't last, that sometimes suffering is inevitable before the next sunrise.
The Districts don't understand. They look at the world in the way that a child would. They experience pain, the kind of pain that is sometimes necessary for learning, and they cry and wail and lash out at their protectors with flailing arms.
But they're not children, are they? They should know so much better.
[He purses his lips. Smiles.]
Dear Capitol. Sweet Capitol. I am honored to fight alongside you. I am honored to help you teach our Districts the errors of their ways.
Prose:
The taste of blood -- his own blood -- has always been familiar to Aunamee. In the old days, before his capture, he would sometimes allow his enemies to get the better of him just so their inevitable defeat would be all the more satisfying. In those days, Aunamee's blood tasted like an apéritif, the promise of succulent meal to come.
These days, the taste of his blood and the taste of his fear were one and the same.
When the bomb goes off, he hits the deck, although it's not enough to keep him from getting caught up in the shockwave. The explosion sings in his ears (hmmmmmmmm) far longer than it should. The origin of the blood is no mystery -- his tongue aches and pulses in time with his heartbeat.
Get up, says his brain, and he starts to get up. Stay down, says his brain again, and he lets himself slide down again, feigning injury. Without his telepathy, every decision seems like the right one. How is he supposed to choose? What is he supposed to do?
The blade in his right hand answers the question for him. His feels it all at once, that smooth hilt, that weighty metal, even though he must have been holding onto it this whole time. The blast has made the tip a little more jagged, a little less clean, but it did not matter.
Aunamee is a fighter. Aunamee is a murderer.
He grabs the closest body to him -- a fellow Capitol soldier who still writhes and bleeds and shouts -- and starts to pull him away from the fray. He's confident that his allies won't stop him because, why, he's on their side, isn't he? But he isn't, oh no. Not now.
Aunamee has never been a fan of these large battles. They're too confusing, too cacophonous.
He'd rather have a little bit of one-on-one time.