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CHARACTER NAME: Thom(as) Evans
PERSONALITY: The first thing you need to know about Thom is that he’s deeply manipulative. He always has been, and always will be. He lets people see only what he wants them to see, and prides himself on being deceptively disarming. That said, the main façade he presents is that of a charming young man with a contagious smile. He’s the type of crook people look at and label a lovable rascal instead of a dirty, double crossing criminal. He’s long since convinced himself that all he needs or wants is alcohol, women and money.
In reality, Thom is a coward and a cheat. His way of dealing with problems is to simply run away. He fears more intimate connections than the ones he makes to drink with and then con. He becomes personally affronted when those who have been alerted to his criminal tendencies accuse him of being evil. He’s terrified of intimate relationships that consist of more than one night stands and boozing and does nearly anything to prevent them from happening. He prides himself on not having to resort to actually harming people - it keeps his skin intact as well - but is vaguely aware of the fact that his livelihood robs others of theirs.
Despite this, he does have very real affection and compassion. He believes very firmly that it’s best to have more friends than enemies and dislikes being alone. Once somebody creeps underneath his skin, he has two options: run, or embrace it. In crisis, he can be slow acting if he must choose between saving his own skin and somebody else’s.
Still, this is the best way to sum him up: a cocky bastard with strong words and weak knees.
BACKGROUND: Thom was born in 1870 to middle class parents who longed to be wealthy. They consistently sacrificed more reasonable things in order to look wealthier than they were, and although Thom lived a fairly comfortable life, he found that he wanted more.
He also found he was immortal. The tale that had pervaded history across the years told him this much: there were others out there. 12 others, to be exact. It read that thirteen people were born at exactly the same time every decade to save the world from complete and utter destruction despair. Now, Thom quite liked his world, but found that he really didn’t feel like taking that large of a part in it and therefore vowed to keep his nose out of it.
He took advantage of his abilities of hoodwinking and disguise to con his way to fortune through the ages, never staying in the same place for more than a year or two. There were a few instances when he recalled the prophecy - both world wars and the cold war, to be exact - but was too fearful of them to do much else besides hide in the basement and silently thank whatever God was out there that he couldn’t die from starvation.
He only began his truly deplorable career choices in the 20’s, where he could find everything he wanted quite easily, including the flapper girls. Especially the flapper girls. Those were great years; people full of hope were hopelessly easy to trick. Then 1929 came, and everything was shot to hell. He never quite accepted the decline of the 20s, clinging onto old ideals. And old hats.
Year 1934, Thom found a woman. He stayed with her for five years and married her with a cheap ring and a filthy minister, but it was marriage. Then she got pregnant, and the war started really going, and Thom became afraid of consequences. The wrinkles on her face, the stretch marks on her belly, the thought that this family would soon be bombed to high hell. So he did what he was best at. He made sure that he had good insurance and one hell of a will, stepped in front of a speeding car and disappeared from her life forever. It was a pain running out of the autopsy room, all split lip and bloody face, but he managed it. He was immortal, wasn’t he?
He hid out for most of WWII, scared to death that the others like him would come and find him, force him into action. They didn’t.
Skip to year 1970, Seattle, where Thom was considering stealing a guy’s certificates and just running into Canada. Except they had no guns there. And they had funny accents. And they were cowardly bastards up there, but that meant he’d fit in just fine, right? Regardless, it was while he was contemplating making his move that he met Della. A waitress-slash-writer like every other talentless hack out there, all red hair and sunny smile. Thom liked her right away, but had a nasty realization after spending the night and finding out that he didn’t run off while she was still in that post-coital glow, that she was there, in bed with him, calling him sweetheart. Then she called him an asshole and revealed, quite unpleasantly, that she was like him. And that, incidentally, there were 11 of them congregated in Seattle right now, including Thom, who would most certainly help them, wouldn’t he?
As it turned out, they didn’t gather together because of a threat that they needed to save the world from, but because there was none. The last 13 that had been born couldn’t keep up with the times, he learned, and faded into obscurity, either drowning themselves so thoroughly that they actually managed to die, or still wandered the street in the fog of lunacy and madness. And, the group in front of him said, quite firmly, they didn’t want that to happen to them.
So they wanted to make their own threat. If they were saviours of the world, nobody out there could let them become like those. Right? All they needed was to find the two others. Seeing no other way out of it, Thom’s hand was forced-he had to agree.
The other two were quite insane - not to say that the others weren’t - and in Thom’s opinion, that made it a damn pain to track them down. Still, the group managed to lay their hands on them and get them to agree. And for all the effort Thom had put in to avoid this, he liked the guys now. Most of them.
The family he never knew he had melted down his cruel façade, right? It was too goddamn cliché. But no, he still liked being a con and tricking people and making a general nuisance out of himself, but he learned that wasn’t possible anymore, not after what he did.
When they did it, they did it too well. The world was sent into disarray (which, according to Thom, seemed a bit much for just the 13 of them) and they were left to deal with the aftermath. Every evening, when he closed his eyes to sleep, he wished none of it had happened, that the world stayed as it was, that he didn’t have to deal with it anymore.
Then he woke up in a giant fishbowl and found out that he didn’t.
ABILITIES:
Immortality: Thom is extremely hard to kill. He can’t die of starvation, and his wounds heal at an accelerated rate. If he gets badly enough hurt, he will die, but it must consist of a constant, aggressive barrage, being held underwater for an extensive period, being impaled straight in the heart, etc. It takes more persistence than anything else.
Magic: The way he uses magic is in very small, insignificant ways. He uses simple tricks like being able to light a small fire for practical purposes, but usually uses coin and card tricks simply to impress his audience.
Shapeshifting: This is the big one. Provided his hand touches that area of his body, he can change shape, colour and his size. He cannot completely replicate another, failing at minute details, but knows enough to disguise himself from day to do. This is the one he used the most often.
CHARACTER NAME: Thom(as) Evans
PERSONALITY: The first thing you need to know about Thom is that he’s deeply manipulative. He always has been, and always will be. He lets people see only what he wants them to see, and prides himself on being deceptively disarming. That said, the main façade he presents is that of a charming young man with a contagious smile. He’s the type of crook people look at and label a lovable rascal instead of a dirty, double crossing criminal. He’s long since convinced himself that all he needs or wants is alcohol, women and money.
In reality, Thom is a coward and a cheat. His way of dealing with problems is to simply run away. He fears more intimate connections than the ones he makes to drink with and then con. He becomes personally affronted when those who have been alerted to his criminal tendencies accuse him of being evil. He’s terrified of intimate relationships that consist of more than one night stands and boozing and does nearly anything to prevent them from happening. He prides himself on not having to resort to actually harming people - it keeps his skin intact as well - but is vaguely aware of the fact that his livelihood robs others of theirs.
Despite this, he does have very real affection and compassion. He believes very firmly that it’s best to have more friends than enemies and dislikes being alone. Once somebody creeps underneath his skin, he has two options: run, or embrace it. In crisis, he can be slow acting if he must choose between saving his own skin and somebody else’s.
Still, this is the best way to sum him up: a cocky bastard with strong words and weak knees.
BACKGROUND: Thom was born in 1870 to middle class parents who longed to be wealthy. They consistently sacrificed more reasonable things in order to look wealthier than they were, and although Thom lived a fairly comfortable life, he found that he wanted more.
He also found he was immortal. The tale that had pervaded history across the years told him this much: there were others out there. 12 others, to be exact. It read that thirteen people were born at exactly the same time every decade to save the world from complete and utter destruction despair. Now, Thom quite liked his world, but found that he really didn’t feel like taking that large of a part in it and therefore vowed to keep his nose out of it.
He took advantage of his abilities of hoodwinking and disguise to con his way to fortune through the ages, never staying in the same place for more than a year or two. There were a few instances when he recalled the prophecy - both world wars and the cold war, to be exact - but was too fearful of them to do much else besides hide in the basement and silently thank whatever God was out there that he couldn’t die from starvation.
He only began his truly deplorable career choices in the 20’s, where he could find everything he wanted quite easily, including the flapper girls. Especially the flapper girls. Those were great years; people full of hope were hopelessly easy to trick. Then 1929 came, and everything was shot to hell. He never quite accepted the decline of the 20s, clinging onto old ideals. And old hats.
Year 1934, Thom found a woman. He stayed with her for five years and married her with a cheap ring and a filthy minister, but it was marriage. Then she got pregnant, and the war started really going, and Thom became afraid of consequences. The wrinkles on her face, the stretch marks on her belly, the thought that this family would soon be bombed to high hell. So he did what he was best at. He made sure that he had good insurance and one hell of a will, stepped in front of a speeding car and disappeared from her life forever. It was a pain running out of the autopsy room, all split lip and bloody face, but he managed it. He was immortal, wasn’t he?
He hid out for most of WWII, scared to death that the others like him would come and find him, force him into action. They didn’t.
Skip to year 1970, Seattle, where Thom was considering stealing a guy’s certificates and just running into Canada. Except they had no guns there. And they had funny accents. And they were cowardly bastards up there, but that meant he’d fit in just fine, right? Regardless, it was while he was contemplating making his move that he met Della. A waitress-slash-writer like every other talentless hack out there, all red hair and sunny smile. Thom liked her right away, but had a nasty realization after spending the night and finding out that he didn’t run off while she was still in that post-coital glow, that she was there, in bed with him, calling him sweetheart. Then she called him an asshole and revealed, quite unpleasantly, that she was like him. And that, incidentally, there were 11 of them congregated in Seattle right now, including Thom, who would most certainly help them, wouldn’t he?
As it turned out, they didn’t gather together because of a threat that they needed to save the world from, but because there was none. The last 13 that had been born couldn’t keep up with the times, he learned, and faded into obscurity, either drowning themselves so thoroughly that they actually managed to die, or still wandered the street in the fog of lunacy and madness. And, the group in front of him said, quite firmly, they didn’t want that to happen to them.
So they wanted to make their own threat. If they were saviours of the world, nobody out there could let them become like those. Right? All they needed was to find the two others. Seeing no other way out of it, Thom’s hand was forced-he had to agree.
The other two were quite insane - not to say that the others weren’t - and in Thom’s opinion, that made it a damn pain to track them down. Still, the group managed to lay their hands on them and get them to agree. And for all the effort Thom had put in to avoid this, he liked the guys now. Most of them.
The family he never knew he had melted down his cruel façade, right? It was too goddamn cliché. But no, he still liked being a con and tricking people and making a general nuisance out of himself, but he learned that wasn’t possible anymore, not after what he did.
When they did it, they did it too well. The world was sent into disarray (which, according to Thom, seemed a bit much for just the 13 of them) and they were left to deal with the aftermath. Every evening, when he closed his eyes to sleep, he wished none of it had happened, that the world stayed as it was, that he didn’t have to deal with it anymore.
Then he woke up in a giant fishbowl and found out that he didn’t.
ABILITIES:
Immortality: Thom is extremely hard to kill. He can’t die of starvation, and his wounds heal at an accelerated rate. If he gets badly enough hurt, he will die, but it must consist of a constant, aggressive barrage, being held underwater for an extensive period, being impaled straight in the heart, etc. It takes more persistence than anything else.
Magic: The way he uses magic is in very small, insignificant ways. He uses simple tricks like being able to light a small fire for practical purposes, but usually uses coin and card tricks simply to impress his audience.
Shapeshifting: This is the big one. Provided his hand touches that area of his body, he can change shape, colour and his size. He cannot completely replicate another, failing at minute details, but knows enough to disguise himself from day to do. This is the one he used the most often.