Name: Number 1, "Oshiro"
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: appears 15
Worship: none
Weapon: none
Species: n/a; Living Doll
Gender: Male
Number One, or "Oshiro", is a young boy, appearing to be fifteen years old. He has pale blond hair, nearly white, and a single golden eye with a slitted cat's pupil. The golden color seems to gleam and glow, giving him a most frightening appearance. The very first creation of the one he calls "Father". From a mix of flectomancery and carnomancery, he is the living yet not living doll. For those who understand what he is, there is always much hostility and wonderment at the person known as Father. Why did your father make you? What deranged morbidity possessed him to do such things to you? So they ask. He does not reply. He does not understand why people hate Father. He doesn't understand hate either. His past is unspoken and riddled with blood. He has no recollection of events or memories of things that occurred before he was lost in the outside world. One of the worst memories of Number One's life that occasionally flash in little flickers through his mind is the memory of how he lost his eye. He remembers blood and darkness. Screams and fire. Faces that seem familiar yet hard to place. He remembers digging into his own skull and ripping something free. He remembers utter darkness, an absence of all sight. But then, Father gave him an eye that was indestructible: the cat's eye he now bears. It has increased range of vision and is strong enough to stare into the sun without being damaged. A few who have met him dubbed it "the all seeing eye", but he cannot actually see everything. He simply has far more accurate vision and a higher perception of his surroundings. Hardly any details escape his sight. His left eye seems to pain him though, causing him terrible headaches. But like the doll he is, he'll simply ignore them. Oshiro is always traveling, always wandering, always fighting. He never stays in one place for very long. He seems to obey everyone's orders, so it is hard for any one person to become his master. Despite that he's a doll, he will occasionally speak for himself, make judgement calls, voice opinions, have conversations, and act of his own will. Some people's first impression is that he is a regular, somewhat odd person, but one injury, command, or death and it will be apparent that he is not real at all. He alludes these, almost "emotions" to the fact that he technically died and resurrected. His name is the Japanese word for "castle." The reason behind this name is unknown. He often says the name Sinclaire Delacour, a name he will sometimes say out of the blue, but he does not attribute that name to himself. They seem to be nothing more than two random things that popped into his head and became spoken word. He is incapable of emotion, and lacks empathy and sympathy, but he tries to 'learn' what can't be learned. Number 1 is cold and calculated, very naive, but not stupid, and he does not understand life or death. He knows that things function one minute and stop the next, but the does not fathom what is beyond that. He likes what pleases Father and dislikes what displeases Father. He is lost and alone, unaware of where Father is or what happened to him. So Number One sits and waits.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: appears 15
Worship: none
Weapon: none
Species: n/a; Living Doll
Gender: Male
Number One, or "Oshiro", is a young boy, appearing to be fifteen years old. He has pale blond hair, nearly white, and a single golden eye with a slitted cat's pupil. The golden color seems to gleam and glow, giving him a most frightening appearance. The very first creation of the one he calls "Father". From a mix of flectomancery and carnomancery, he is the living yet not living doll. For those who understand what he is, there is always much hostility and wonderment at the person known as Father. Why did your father make you? What deranged morbidity possessed him to do such things to you? So they ask. He does not reply. He does not understand why people hate Father. He doesn't understand hate either. His past is unspoken and riddled with blood. He has no recollection of events or memories of things that occurred before he was lost in the outside world. One of the worst memories of Number One's life that occasionally flash in little flickers through his mind is the memory of how he lost his eye. He remembers blood and darkness. Screams and fire. Faces that seem familiar yet hard to place. He remembers digging into his own skull and ripping something free. He remembers utter darkness, an absence of all sight. But then, Father gave him an eye that was indestructible: the cat's eye he now bears. It has increased range of vision and is strong enough to stare into the sun without being damaged. A few who have met him dubbed it "the all seeing eye", but he cannot actually see everything. He simply has far more accurate vision and a higher perception of his surroundings. Hardly any details escape his sight. His left eye seems to pain him though, causing him terrible headaches. But like the doll he is, he'll simply ignore them. Oshiro is always traveling, always wandering, always fighting. He never stays in one place for very long. He seems to obey everyone's orders, so it is hard for any one person to become his master. Despite that he's a doll, he will occasionally speak for himself, make judgement calls, voice opinions, have conversations, and act of his own will. Some people's first impression is that he is a regular, somewhat odd person, but one injury, command, or death and it will be apparent that he is not real at all. He alludes these, almost "emotions" to the fact that he technically died and resurrected. His name is the Japanese word for "castle." The reason behind this name is unknown. He often says the name Sinclaire Delacour, a name he will sometimes say out of the blue, but he does not attribute that name to himself. They seem to be nothing more than two random things that popped into his head and became spoken word. He is incapable of emotion, and lacks empathy and sympathy, but he tries to 'learn' what can't be learned. Number 1 is cold and calculated, very naive, but not stupid, and he does not understand life or death. He knows that things function one minute and stop the next, but the does not fathom what is beyond that. He likes what pleases Father and dislikes what displeases Father. He is lost and alone, unaware of where Father is or what happened to him. So Number One sits and waits.