talos;
.the mundane;
» Name: Pippa
» Journal: shotgundivorce
» Contact: AIM; shotgundivorcex, charybdissleeps or pseudologosx
.the myth;
» God(dess): Talos
» Reference:
http://www.theoi.com/Gigante/GiganteTalos.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talos
http://www.mythindex.com/greek-mythology/T/Talos.html
» Family: {mother & father} forged by Hephaestus; {spouse} N/A.
» Played By: Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson
» Human Alias: Taylor Smith
» Human Age: 32
» God of...: N/A
» Flair: As a former man of bronze, Talos has extraordinary strength and stamina and a noticeable resistance to injury. He can be injured, but it takes a lot more punishment than it would with most men. This causes problems when getting his blood tested. He used to have the ability to make himself white-hot to destroy intruders-now he just has a naturally higher body temperature, giving the impression he has a fever.
» Flair Type: Continuous.
» Fitting in: He is hired muscle. Wherever there is work, he’ll take it. Legality (or lack thereof) isn’t an issue, since Talos has no grasp on the modern legal system.
» History:
[Partly integrated with the character in rather obvious places.]
Some say Talos was a bronze bull-he assures everyone that is not true. Some say he is the last of the bronze generation of man, but since he cannot remember anyone like him ever having existed, he’ll disagree with that as well. As far as he knows, he is the giant bronze man who has guarded Crete since he arrived there. He is not aware that he arrived there because a god (either Hephaestus or Zeus) gave him as a gift to King Minos to watch over the island. After that he looked over Crete, circling the island three times a day and warding off unwanted visitors by hurling rocks at their ships or crushing them himself (his ability to make himself white-hot proved useful in these cases). This was how he lived, day in, day out, until the Argonauts tried to land on Crete. Point being, they succeeded, managing to kill Talos in the process (something of a prerequisite, really).
For the sake of game-play, Talos has been taken from after his death. Even though the mun doesn’t know what happens to an automaton when it dies.
» Weakness:
Functional: Talos is, in the nicest way possible, a functional creature. Having been pulled from Crete, he will establish where he is meant to be guarding and will guard it. He cannot stand vigil as long as he used to be able to-humans must eat and sleep-but he will try. He also does not shy away from his older methods of defence, not understanding why rather heavy, blunt projectiles may be inappropriate. This includes throwing loose bricks (possibly made loose by his fist) at passing cars. He has only ever had one reason to exist, one goal in life. To say that mortal life has thrown him in at the deep end would be to understate an understatement. He has a whole new array of new things to do and try, and yet he still sticks to what he knows. Or what he thinks he knows. He doesn’t realise that some of his actions may actually be classed as illegal, but then no one seems to be willing to tell him. At least, not to his face.
Not the brightest: Being new to genuine human interaction, Talos doesn’t seem like the brightest bulb in the box-it is probably not a stretch to believe he may be simple. This, along with the manner in which he can be very single-minded, often results in him being underestimated or generally misunderstood. It is easy to look at Talos and see a beefed-up high school drop-out who got hit on the head too many times. He is too accustomed to being a walking chunk of metal with targets to hit, so when his mouth does open, it is often to state the obvious or present the listener with an irrelevant factoid in the most simple sentence structure imaginable. Truth be told, Talos harbours a quiet intelligence that only really emerges in glimmers once he is comfortable in conversation, has managed to crawl out of his social shell, or… by accident.
Monolith: It may not be common knowledge, but the automatones, being crafted from bronze, tend not to be especially expressive. Not facially, at any rate. The transition from one facial expression to another can be quite jarring for Talos. While working, he is on guard, so he remains impassive, perhaps frowning slightly when there are problems. When in the presence of people he is not overly familiar with, he can be quite hesitant with open displays of emotion (even the smallest displays), which makes him seem awkward, perhaps a little shy or reserved. In truth, he is a little shy, but you would be too if you were suddenly placed among a race of people who you were apparently expected to engage with socially on a daily basis. Even though a rather significant part of him wants to go and interact with these beings, the rest of him worries. It actually hasn’t occurred to him that anyone might hold the rock-throwing and ship-sinking against him-what he worries about is what they might think of him in general. These humans who are all so animated and interesting, even when they’re threatening to kill each other. However, his concern that he will be shunned lead Talos to try and stick to the side-lines, attempting (and usually failing) to keep his facial displays of human emotion to himself. Added to the fact he is something of a monolith of muscle, he does not seem to be the most approachable of men. Which is unfortunate.
Achilles’ heels: Interesting piece of trivia-Talos had only one vein that ran from his head to his heels. Understandably, this was a weak point for him and it still is, even though he no longer has nails in place to stop him from bleeding to death. Instead, he has two bizarre pressure points on each ankle. They’re to-scale, so they’re decidedly smaller than the nails were, but putting enough pressure on those points can easily bring Talos to his knees. This physical weakness also manifests itself in a general disinclination to let anyone touch anything below his knees. Tickling his feet is not an option an may end in violence-and not just because he thrashes a lot when tickled.
Sheltered: Crete is all Talos has ever known. He does not remember Hephaestus’ forge. He does not remember any particular humans he encountered as an automaton. He doesn’t even know who Minos was (or is, even)-and he belonged to him. He has only ever known one thing; he was to guard Crete. This leaves him rather sheltered and, in some ways, a little naïve. He doesn’t understand crime, he doesn’t understand fundamental rules of human interaction-the list goes on. The fact the point of a handshake has to be explained to him in depth probably doesn’t help make him appear any more intelligent, nor does the fact he sometimes appears to have no sense of humour and yet laughs at the most mundane things.
» Personality: All things considered, Talos is quite a docile person. If you do not bother him, he will not bother you. The culture of drunken fighting and fighting to prove one’s masculinity is completely alien to him. He does not understand why some men feel obliged to try and fight him to prove they can-especially when, size differences taken into account, he is guaranteed to win. He has no grasp on the nature of violence between humans. Then again, he doesn’t understand why some may cower away from him either. Built like a brick shit-house with the booming voice to match, he is the archetypal guy you Would Not Mess With. And yet he is extremely hard to annoy. He has a temper-who doesn’t?-but an incredibly slow-burning fuse and an impressive level of patience. He is very thick-skinned when it comes to insults and, having no family to create chinks in his armour, verges on completely immune to verbal assaults. More to the point, he simply doesn’t understand why certain declarations are supposed to affect him negatively. Or why any words would. The saying “sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me” rings true for Talos and he is quite capable of sticking up for himself should he deem it necessary. Which would be one of those moments where the quiet intelligence decides to show itself. Despite starting out relatively clueless, it doesn’t take him long to catch on to things once they have been explained, and he has the initiative to read up on anything else that catches his interest. But those who take the time to explain what he has yet to understand (or, really, anyone who tries to have a proper conversation with him) will find him quite the rapt audience. For someone who used to be a living lump of metal, he is an excellent listener and he remembers what he has been told. To the last letter, in many cases.
Above all things, Talos is a defender. A physical barrier between his ward (whatever that may be) and everything else-which has lead him to become a little protective of people who, for whatever reason, have come to mean something to him. And sometimes people who are actually complete strangers. He is especially protective of children. They are tiny and clearly need it. But if he has decided you’re not getting past him-you’re not getting past him, and he will utilise every asset he has to make sure of this. He spent a long time as nothing but a barrier and it is the one thing he has down to an art. Secretly, he is quite proud of it.
» Name: Pippa
» Journal: shotgundivorce
» Contact: AIM; shotgundivorcex, charybdissleeps or pseudologosx
.the myth;
» God(dess): Talos
» Reference:
http://www.theoi.com/Gigante/GiganteTalos.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talos
http://www.mythindex.com/greek-mythology/T/Talos.html
» Family: {mother & father} forged by Hephaestus; {spouse} N/A.
» Played By: Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson
» Human Alias: Taylor Smith
» Human Age: 32
» God of...: N/A
» Flair: As a former man of bronze, Talos has extraordinary strength and stamina and a noticeable resistance to injury. He can be injured, but it takes a lot more punishment than it would with most men. This causes problems when getting his blood tested. He used to have the ability to make himself white-hot to destroy intruders-now he just has a naturally higher body temperature, giving the impression he has a fever.
» Flair Type: Continuous.
» Fitting in: He is hired muscle. Wherever there is work, he’ll take it. Legality (or lack thereof) isn’t an issue, since Talos has no grasp on the modern legal system.
» History:
[Partly integrated with the character in rather obvious places.]
Some say Talos was a bronze bull-he assures everyone that is not true. Some say he is the last of the bronze generation of man, but since he cannot remember anyone like him ever having existed, he’ll disagree with that as well. As far as he knows, he is the giant bronze man who has guarded Crete since he arrived there. He is not aware that he arrived there because a god (either Hephaestus or Zeus) gave him as a gift to King Minos to watch over the island. After that he looked over Crete, circling the island three times a day and warding off unwanted visitors by hurling rocks at their ships or crushing them himself (his ability to make himself white-hot proved useful in these cases). This was how he lived, day in, day out, until the Argonauts tried to land on Crete. Point being, they succeeded, managing to kill Talos in the process (something of a prerequisite, really).
For the sake of game-play, Talos has been taken from after his death. Even though the mun doesn’t know what happens to an automaton when it dies.
» Weakness:
Functional: Talos is, in the nicest way possible, a functional creature. Having been pulled from Crete, he will establish where he is meant to be guarding and will guard it. He cannot stand vigil as long as he used to be able to-humans must eat and sleep-but he will try. He also does not shy away from his older methods of defence, not understanding why rather heavy, blunt projectiles may be inappropriate. This includes throwing loose bricks (possibly made loose by his fist) at passing cars. He has only ever had one reason to exist, one goal in life. To say that mortal life has thrown him in at the deep end would be to understate an understatement. He has a whole new array of new things to do and try, and yet he still sticks to what he knows. Or what he thinks he knows. He doesn’t realise that some of his actions may actually be classed as illegal, but then no one seems to be willing to tell him. At least, not to his face.
Not the brightest: Being new to genuine human interaction, Talos doesn’t seem like the brightest bulb in the box-it is probably not a stretch to believe he may be simple. This, along with the manner in which he can be very single-minded, often results in him being underestimated or generally misunderstood. It is easy to look at Talos and see a beefed-up high school drop-out who got hit on the head too many times. He is too accustomed to being a walking chunk of metal with targets to hit, so when his mouth does open, it is often to state the obvious or present the listener with an irrelevant factoid in the most simple sentence structure imaginable. Truth be told, Talos harbours a quiet intelligence that only really emerges in glimmers once he is comfortable in conversation, has managed to crawl out of his social shell, or… by accident.
Monolith: It may not be common knowledge, but the automatones, being crafted from bronze, tend not to be especially expressive. Not facially, at any rate. The transition from one facial expression to another can be quite jarring for Talos. While working, he is on guard, so he remains impassive, perhaps frowning slightly when there are problems. When in the presence of people he is not overly familiar with, he can be quite hesitant with open displays of emotion (even the smallest displays), which makes him seem awkward, perhaps a little shy or reserved. In truth, he is a little shy, but you would be too if you were suddenly placed among a race of people who you were apparently expected to engage with socially on a daily basis. Even though a rather significant part of him wants to go and interact with these beings, the rest of him worries. It actually hasn’t occurred to him that anyone might hold the rock-throwing and ship-sinking against him-what he worries about is what they might think of him in general. These humans who are all so animated and interesting, even when they’re threatening to kill each other. However, his concern that he will be shunned lead Talos to try and stick to the side-lines, attempting (and usually failing) to keep his facial displays of human emotion to himself. Added to the fact he is something of a monolith of muscle, he does not seem to be the most approachable of men. Which is unfortunate.
Achilles’ heels: Interesting piece of trivia-Talos had only one vein that ran from his head to his heels. Understandably, this was a weak point for him and it still is, even though he no longer has nails in place to stop him from bleeding to death. Instead, he has two bizarre pressure points on each ankle. They’re to-scale, so they’re decidedly smaller than the nails were, but putting enough pressure on those points can easily bring Talos to his knees. This physical weakness also manifests itself in a general disinclination to let anyone touch anything below his knees. Tickling his feet is not an option an may end in violence-and not just because he thrashes a lot when tickled.
Sheltered: Crete is all Talos has ever known. He does not remember Hephaestus’ forge. He does not remember any particular humans he encountered as an automaton. He doesn’t even know who Minos was (or is, even)-and he belonged to him. He has only ever known one thing; he was to guard Crete. This leaves him rather sheltered and, in some ways, a little naïve. He doesn’t understand crime, he doesn’t understand fundamental rules of human interaction-the list goes on. The fact the point of a handshake has to be explained to him in depth probably doesn’t help make him appear any more intelligent, nor does the fact he sometimes appears to have no sense of humour and yet laughs at the most mundane things.
» Personality: All things considered, Talos is quite a docile person. If you do not bother him, he will not bother you. The culture of drunken fighting and fighting to prove one’s masculinity is completely alien to him. He does not understand why some men feel obliged to try and fight him to prove they can-especially when, size differences taken into account, he is guaranteed to win. He has no grasp on the nature of violence between humans. Then again, he doesn’t understand why some may cower away from him either. Built like a brick shit-house with the booming voice to match, he is the archetypal guy you Would Not Mess With. And yet he is extremely hard to annoy. He has a temper-who doesn’t?-but an incredibly slow-burning fuse and an impressive level of patience. He is very thick-skinned when it comes to insults and, having no family to create chinks in his armour, verges on completely immune to verbal assaults. More to the point, he simply doesn’t understand why certain declarations are supposed to affect him negatively. Or why any words would. The saying “sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me” rings true for Talos and he is quite capable of sticking up for himself should he deem it necessary. Which would be one of those moments where the quiet intelligence decides to show itself. Despite starting out relatively clueless, it doesn’t take him long to catch on to things once they have been explained, and he has the initiative to read up on anything else that catches his interest. But those who take the time to explain what he has yet to understand (or, really, anyone who tries to have a proper conversation with him) will find him quite the rapt audience. For someone who used to be a living lump of metal, he is an excellent listener and he remembers what he has been told. To the last letter, in many cases.
Above all things, Talos is a defender. A physical barrier between his ward (whatever that may be) and everything else-which has lead him to become a little protective of people who, for whatever reason, have come to mean something to him. And sometimes people who are actually complete strangers. He is especially protective of children. They are tiny and clearly need it. But if he has decided you’re not getting past him-you’re not getting past him, and he will utilise every asset he has to make sure of this. He spent a long time as nothing but a barrier and it is the one thing he has down to an art. Secretly, he is quite proud of it.