Stats/Permission
Name: Rorschach (Walter Joseph Kovacs)
Age: 45 (born March 21, 1940)
Hair: Masked.
Eyes: Masked.
Height: 5'6" (176.6 cm) (usually wears pads in his shoes, which slightly increase his height)
Weight: 140 lbs (63.5 kg)
Bloodtype: Unknown.
Medical info: Very healthy and very physically fit. He's been beaten up some but nothing that would leave any lasting evidence of injury.
Physical Traits: Ugly. A very flat affect, both physically and vocally, except when he's absolutely enraged. Smells rather unpleasant -- a combination of less-than-stellar personal hygiene and men's cologne.
His face/expression generally isn't visible, though, because of the mask that he wears. The mask is white with shifting symmetrical black blots; it's full face, so he has to pull up the bottom half in order to eat. The rest of his body is also covered: he always wears dark blue pinstriped slacks, a brown trench coat, a brown fedora-type hat, dark brown gloves and a white muffler.
At the current time, he will not be being seen unmasked in camp. This will change at some point! But for now, [Apparently, I had intended for that sentence to be finished, but you know what they say about good intentions. I have no idea what the hell I meant to say there.]
What's Okay to Mention: I'm taking him from the end of canon, so anything is fine.
Notes For the Psychics: CRAZY. He perceives of himself as Rorschach; to him, his mask is his real "face." Thinks like he talks. Trains of thought probably a bitch to follow. Will elaborate on this later.
Abilities: A COMPLETELY ORDINARY HUMAN. He is in very good physical shape, though, and is skilled with unarmed/miscellaneous comabt.
Hugging/Kissing: No, unless we've discussed it beforehand. Rorschach has an extreme aversion to anything that leans at all toward the sexual.
Fighting: See Abilities. He would get his ass kicked by someone with magic/superpowers, but he can hold his own against regular humans much larger/tougher-looking than him who also specialize in fighting. He looks like a much easier target than he is.
Maiming/Killing/Death: Comic death and mild/moderate maiming are fine. I ask that we please hold off on anything more severe until I get a better grasp on things.
Cooking: He can open up a can of baked beans and eat them cold. He will also eat sugar cubes. He somehow has survived on his own in good health for a number of years, though, so I assume that he can put together something fairly nutritious. No gourmet, though.
Emo, Angst, Drama: Rorschach is from a Serious Canon, so he can take it. q|p
Age: 45 (born March 21, 1940)
Hair: Masked.
Eyes: Masked.
Height: 5'6" (176.6 cm) (usually wears pads in his shoes, which slightly increase his height)
Weight: 140 lbs (63.5 kg)
Bloodtype: Unknown.
Medical info: Very healthy and very physically fit. He's been beaten up some but nothing that would leave any lasting evidence of injury.
Physical Traits: Ugly. A very flat affect, both physically and vocally, except when he's absolutely enraged. Smells rather unpleasant -- a combination of less-than-stellar personal hygiene and men's cologne.
His face/expression generally isn't visible, though, because of the mask that he wears. The mask is white with shifting symmetrical black blots; it's full face, so he has to pull up the bottom half in order to eat. The rest of his body is also covered: he always wears dark blue pinstriped slacks, a brown trench coat, a brown fedora-type hat, dark brown gloves and a white muffler.
At the current time, he will not be being seen unmasked in camp. This will change at some point! But for now, [Apparently, I had intended for that sentence to be finished, but you know what they say about good intentions. I have no idea what the hell I meant to say there.]
What's Okay to Mention: I'm taking him from the end of canon, so anything is fine.
Notes For the Psychics: CRAZY. He perceives of himself as Rorschach; to him, his mask is his real "face." Thinks like he talks. Trains of thought probably a bitch to follow. Will elaborate on this later.
Abilities: A COMPLETELY ORDINARY HUMAN. He is in very good physical shape, though, and is skilled with unarmed/miscellaneous comabt.
- Displayed talents for gymnastics and boxing in his youth, which are evident now in his hand-to-hand combat skills.
- He can use a grappling hook quite skillfully. Like, climbing-up-the-outside-of-very-tall-buildings skillfully. Would probably do quite excellently at rock climbing.
- Improvised weaponry. If anything, his special ability is his way with improvised weaponry. He doesn't carry much of anything on him as far as weapons because there are ways to hurt you alllll around us.
- Breaking and entering. Lock-picking. He can probably get through up to moderate security without assistance. It's a running joke that he repeatedly breaks into a friend's house, even when said friend gets a new, improved lock.
Hugging/Kissing: No, unless we've discussed it beforehand. Rorschach has an extreme aversion to anything that leans at all toward the sexual.
Fighting: See Abilities. He would get his ass kicked by someone with magic/superpowers, but he can hold his own against regular humans much larger/tougher-looking than him who also specialize in fighting. He looks like a much easier target than he is.
Maiming/Killing/Death: Comic death and mild/moderate maiming are fine. I ask that we please hold off on anything more severe until I get a better grasp on things.
Cooking: He can open up a can of baked beans and eat them cold. He will also eat sugar cubes. He somehow has survived on his own in good health for a number of years, though, so I assume that he can put together something fairly nutritious. No gourmet, though.
Emo, Angst, Drama: Rorschach is from a Serious Canon, so he can take it. q|p