Post by Mach2 on Aug 15, 2015 16:41:46 GMT
Sage Evans / Baeslan
Age: 19 / Ageless
Gender: Female / Male
Race: Human / Demon
Occupation: Beggar / Parasite
Gender: Female / Male
Race: Human / Demon
Occupation: Beggar / Parasite
Basic Appearance
Sage, at first glance, is frail. Were it not for Baeslan, there is no chance she would ever have survived in the world. Years spent living as a crippled beggar have taken their toll on her. She is underweight, with a malnourished look about her. If she stood straight, Sage would be roughly average height for a female, around 5'4". However, her posture is skewed. A childhood accident rendered her left leg hopelessly crippled. Combine her off-centre stance with a nervous slouch, and Sage tends to appear much shorter than she really is.
Sage's hair is light brown in colour, and hangs poker straight around her face. She does not tie her hair back or pin it up. When it grows long, usually down to her shoulders, Sage will find a pair of scissors and chop a few inches off. Her face is lean, with high cheekbones and a narrow jawline, and decorated with freckles. Sage's eyes are perhaps the only part of her body that she takes some slight amount of pride in. They are green like jade, and highly expressive. Even when she stumbles over her words, Sage's eyes speak volumes.
In terms of clothing, Sage's tastes are simple. Her clothes are old, worn out and threadbare, but comfortable. She prefers long-sleeved shirts, and will occasionally tie a belt at her waist. In an attempt to conceal her crippled leg, her skirts are always long. Despite her efforts, her injuries become obvious the second that she takes a step.
Personality
Sage is a quiet girl. She speaks with a stutter, or not at all. In the years she spent as a lame beggar, everyone either ignored her or took advantage of her. As a result, Sage is timid and wary of other humans. Having faced a lifetime of cruelty at the hands of fate, Sage would never be willingly and knowingly cruel to another. Baeslan, however, is her polar opposite. The demon is a trickster, feeding off of chaos and blood. He hurts simply for the sake of hurting, with no regards for the consequences.
The relationship between Baeslan and Sage is a complex one. Most of the time, he exists merely as a whispering voice in the back of Sage's mind. He taunts her, he jests, and he whispers dark thoughts in her ear. But at the same time, he also reminds Sage how much she needs him. Without Baeslan, Sage is weak and lame. He blocks out the constant ache in her injured leg, and makes the dead muscles move.
Gear & Weapons
- Drawstring Bag - Sage carries her life in a drawstring bag made of old canvas. It's not large, as she has few possessions to bring with her. Food, clothes, and any coin she manages to acquire.
- Clothing - Sage's tastes are simple. Her clothes are old, worn out and threadbare in places, but comfortable. She prefers long-sleeved shirts, occasionally belted at the waist. In an effort to conceal her crippled leg, her skirts always reach the ground.
- Shoes - Leather boots, salvaged after a stranger threw them away. They're a size too large for Sage's feet, but she's grown accustomed to them.
- Knife - Sage's only weapon. The blade measures 7" in length. Whenever possible, she keeps the knife tucked into its holster, and that holster stowed away inside her bag. But when Baeslan insists, she wears it fastened to her belt.
Abilities
Under ordinary circumstances, Sage's leg is damaged beyond the point of uselessness. However, Baeslan changes that. Most of the time, his influence is restricted to enabling the function of Sage's lame leg. She still walks with a limp, her joints no longer allow a normal range of motion, but she walks. The pain of damaged nerves and cramping muscles is blocked.
At times, Baeslan will push for total control. When this happens, his influence extends past Sage's leg, to her entire body. Sage's muscles, ordinarily, are weak. But when Baeslan controls the body of his host, he is no longer limited by her weaknesses. Should the demon throw a punch, it lands with the strength of a fully grown man. He is faster, stronger, and far more resistant than Sage is. From his host's body, he feels no pain.
Background
Sage was born in a small town, the name of which is unimportant. It as been years since she last set foot in it. Her story is a sad one, a tale only told by the most tragic of playwrights. She was raised on the streets, and has no memory of a mother or father. No siblings to speak of. Yet despite this, her childhood held the happiest days of her life. She had friends on the streets. Other orphans who she would laugh and play and run through the narrow roads with. They shared the money they collected from sympathetic shopkeepers, and split the food that they stole. Life was simple, and it was good.
At the age of 12, life plummeted. It was a freak accident. Something that could have happened to anyone, but it happened to Sage. She was racing her friends, sprinting across the rooftops, when her foot slipped. Sage plummeted from the top of the roof, sustaining massive damage on the way down. A concussion left her with a permanent stutter. The injuries to her leg were the worst. Her hip was broken, and her knee and ankle were twisted. Even if someone had been around to set her broken bones back in place, nerve damage through her leg would still have left her lame. When her bones finally healed, Sage could barely wiggle her toes, let alone stand and walk.
For the next half decade, she lived through hell. Every morning, Sage would crawl out to a street corner to beg for coin or food. Sometimes she would receive charity, often she would go hungry. Every night, she would tuck herself away in the corner of an alleyway, praying no one would see her here. Praying that no scum would take advantage of a lame girl who couldn't fight back. Sometimes she slept safely, but often she did not. It was after five years of this that Baeslan found her. The demon gave her a proposition, a way out. If she shared her mind, he could make her walk once more. He would mask the pain of her broken limb. She wouldn't feel the constantly cramping muscles, or the incessant pins and needles that crawled beneath her skin. She would walk, with only a limp to slow her down. If she would be his host, Baeslan would make her whole. Sage accepted.
For two now, she has lived with Baeslan in her mind. For two years, she has bent to his will. It is questionable whether her life is truly any better. Under Baeslan's control, Sage has injured countless people. There is blood on her hands that will never wash off. She has spent two years wandering from town to town, fleeing after every instance in which the demon felt the need to sate his bloodshed. Thus far, he has only maimed and wounded people. But deaths are inevitable.