Leigh Cook
Basics
name Leigh Cook
alias Chimera
age Early Twenties
pronouns He/they
species Miqo'te
birthdate 12/13
sexuality Asexual
origin Werlyt
class(es) Alchemist, Scholar
PERSONALITY Playful, mischevious. There's very little that this man does not find amusing. After all, when you're cursed to wander you have to find joy in the little things. Often hospitable, he can very quickly turn to an aggressive hiss in his tone. Leading to fits of Manic distress and outbursts.
| Likes | Dislikes |
|---|---|
| Alchemy | Pain |
| Limsan Red | hero-types |
| Music | conjurers |
height 5'2"
weight 113 lbs
eyes Glossy Blue
hair Ash white
scars cuts and stitching scars litter his body like a painting on a canvas
languages Eorzean, Sylphic, Dragon
ethnicity Keeper of the Moon
voiceclaim Jessie James Grelle (Kento, Joseph)
Appearance
An unsettlingly bright gaze that tends to dim with their state of mind. Enticing, and stomach churning the longer you look into those glossy blues. Surgical scars litter their body beneath their large coat, odd stitching in joints, chemical burns, none of which seem to bother the boy aside from disgusting him for being so hideous. Long, thin, imp-like tail. Uncommon within miqo'te. The longer you look upon it the more you start to question, is that really a miqo'te's tail? Now that you think about it... he walks strangely, his limbs aren't quite matching. He wears a long red coat, neatly done at the torso and cuffs but terribly tattered near it's ends. almost as if he were dragged through the mud three times over. Ashen white hues cover the hair and fur of the boy, as if he were suffering some sort of deficency. It couldn't possibly be a sign of age, after all. He hardly looks like he's seen his 30th summer. An array of alchemical supplies are strapped to his person, be it on his belts, or under his coat. He smells like a hospital, and the unsettling scent of death lingers if you know where to look.
Biography
An obnoxiously self rightous man, some say his life is connected to a fable about hubris;The tale goes of a man who was so full of himself that he claimed he could do anything. Seeing his pride in full, a minor god descended upon the realm disguised as a bar patron. They approached the man during one of his drunken tales and declared he couldn't possibly outsmart the gods, that he was in no way capable of doing such. Angered and overwhelmed with his sense of pride, he declared he would show just how cunning he was by stealing a flame from one of the god's temples.However, upon his arrival to the temple, the disguised god waited for the man to take hold of the flame, and once he had; they revealed themselves. Declaring that the man had been outsmarted. That his hubris would be his end and how dare he try to defile the god's temple. It was said in that moment, that the man was cursed by the god to live on forever, rotting as time passed through him.That is, however, a story. Right? The tales parent's tell their children at night to teach them to stay humble and keep their hands to themselves. So then why does it anger the man to hear it so? And just what is that strange mark burned into the back of his hand?
Hooks
Rumor Mill
| "Keep your eyes away from him.... they say if you lock gazes you'll never escape his claws." | Uh oh, you've locked your eyes with the man. And his slender imp-like tail is swishing back and forth expectantly. It doesn't take long for him to approach you, and you're slowly falling into his spider web. |
| "A monster- no different than those Garlean doctors. How he's still walking free I'll never know, someone need put him down!" | There's a striking resemblence between Leigh and the strange doctors of the empire, curious and always poking and prodding about creating life, or manipulating it in ways it should never have been touched. |
| "There's a sort of sadness in those eyes. As if he lost an entire world, but don't be so fooled... he's dangerous." | He laughs, but there are moments in which left alone his manic laughter turns to sobbing. You can hear it if you really listen- 'it hurts... it hurts. What must I do to find salvation?' A strange statement for an even stranger man. |
| "They say he's put together with the parts of his victims... I don't want to end up becoming one to find out!" | Shifts in skin tone that don't quite match up, a blemish that looks familiar... or perhaps even a pair of eyes that remind you of someone you once knew, and are no longer with.... He looks to be built of different parts and pieces of people, alchemically combined to match him as a walking corpse. |
Rp Ideas
"Excuse me, but you have something I want."
Unafraid to announce when something has caught the man's attention. Depending on what it may be, he may tell you outright or even try to lure you in with trickery until he gets what he wants. Persistent and cunning, he rarely takes no for an answer, and even then, his kindness only extends so far."Filthy conjurers.... Vile creatures all of them. What good have they ever done?!"
Hurting, angered, entirely repulsed by your presence. You either are- or work with a conjurer and he holds nothing but contempt for your presence. You didn't do anything to offend him it seems, your only sin was existing in the first place."Oh dear... I appear to be coming apart at the seams."
Vile and repulsive, you've just witnessed a part of the boy slosh off like the rotted flesh of a fruit. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it, as if he can not feel the pain of having just lost a finger, a hand, even an eye. His sights however are set on finding a replacement...."You didn't happen to see that, did you?"
A poor set of circumstances... You have just witnessed a crime. Pity- do you attempt to run to the authorities and play the hero? Or do you turn a blind eye? His glossy stare is locked onto you like a predator hunting their prey, and he does not plan on letting you get away so easily."You're rather adept in your field... Tell me- you don't need that hand, do you?"
You've made a damning mistake, you caught the attention of this chimerical man. He's interested in your skills, and what you have to offer. And he wants it for himself- oh but just that part of you. Easily he can discard the rest without a second word. Are you so willing?
Quick hooks
A meeting in a library in one of the more unsavory sections, a back alley visitation in a market. You feel his set of borrowed eyes staring through you as he follows you along. Mumbled spells and shadows seem to envelop you in his presence. He couldn't possibly hurt anyone, right? He looks like he could be snapped like a twig. He holds no remorse, did he just laugh at someone's misfortune? Oh, that's a pity. Need a bit of help? He can surely aid you for an unspoken price. No, no no that's all wrong. How can you be so stupid? You've started to anger him, and it's rather unsightly.
Extras
Epithet Chimera, Djinn
Misc. Details
An odd gait, a sideways glance, something is wrong with this boy. Maybe it's the scent of illness and all manner of medication that lingers about him. Perhaps it's the fact that if you look just long enough you can see something wriggling beneath the surface of his being. Lover of the Macbre, always with an interesting book in hand, it's subjects aren't for the light hearted and certainly nothing to laugh at, and yet laugh he does. Filthy, filthy, filthy; He's always going on about the disgusting image of decay and injury. He abhors it, and will do everything in his power to let you know if you've disgusted him by any means. Abnormal body measurements, nothing about him seems to be quite right, and try as he may to blend in, he slips up every once in a while. The flick of a not so well done wrist may cause the sutures to come undone. A bully, plain and simple. He enjoys seeing your misfortune and finds amusement in it. He won't push you down the stairs, but he certainly won't give you a hand up, unless of course there's something in it for him. Doting, caressing your cheek, holding your hand. Speaking softly and kindly to you in order to lure you in. His honeyed words are laced with an underlying poison. There's a strange mark on his hand... No matter how many times he tries to cut it off, it appears again. Some say he was cursed by the gods. Red is the superior color; after all you can hide all manner of things under that dark crimson cloak. Not all guts and gorey, he enjoys sitting down for afternoon tea! His favorite snack? Ham salad sandwiches! chilled- of course.
Short Stories
Playlist
OOC
Yes!
Themes Folk-horror, Occult, Dark Fantasy, Adventure, Romance, Surrealism and skewed-perspective magicks, Regency; victorian themes, middle ages aesthetic, Rituals; exorcisms and magick. Casual flirting; shipping
LGBTQ+ I am part of the LGBTQ+ community! Please be respectful, or don't interact with me <3 The blacklist is a free function, I'll use it at will!
Story length Paragragh/Novella roleplayer! I type a lot, I love long posts! Though short is good as well, I try to keep things going!
Character Discussion Character gushing, headcanoning, world building, cute pictures; gposes, memes, I ADORE these!! Please please please talk characters with me!
OOC - IC age 18+ is a given, but at LEAST 21+ is preferred. If you play a younger character, interactions of course will be very different, if not less in encounter entirely.
Discord Yes! I am more than willing to add people to discord, please ask if this is suitable for you; I do have an rp mega server to help keep track of private rp. If you wish to be part of it after a time, let me know!
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Themes High-Tech, Ascians; WoLs, Heavy canon NPCs (government or authoritary figures are fine), Futuristic
Story Length One liners. Please don't throw simple one liner responses at me. It doesn't help the story move... Sometimes; it's okay! all the time? No thanks.
ERP Hounds Erp is fun and all, but if that's all you're after? Take a hike. If you walk up to me and send a tell of simply 'Cute Middie :)' or what have you, I'm assuming you're a creep, and I want nothing to do with you. I am Demisexual!! If you make unwanted comments or advances, I WILL feel physically sick. and I WILL get rid of you from my spaces.
Character Themes Serial killers, major criminals, psychopaths. Leigh fits into these categories! But he isn't about that life 24/7. He's a damaged little boy,and likely won't get along with Hero types.
OOC Bad Vibes I love a good villian, but don't let bad vibes slip into ooc. Leigh himself does some pretty terrible things. leave it to rp. Don't be a dick ooc too!! I will cry....
Personal Stories I'm all for involving people in my story arcs and worldbuilding/headcanons. Please be respectful of the time and effort put into them, and do not take them as your own, or use them without permission. If caught doing so; you'll simply be blocked. And shamed. Shame on you.
⟡ Thank you for reading through my rp and ooc rules! I can't wait to hang out and spend time together, be it for rp, running content like treasure maps or savage dungeons, or more!
6, 11, 16, 21, 26, 31. A line is etched diagonally. This line will represent the number; 1111, 8, 15, 22, 29, 36. Another line is etched diagonally. This time perpendicular to the other, striking directly through it's center. This line too will represent the number 111.The remaining numbers on either side, are shifted clockwise, counter-clockwise. Each integer by one along it's path to create a mirrored image. This; is the process in which to create sigils. This one in particular, Sol.Leigh is watching with an uninterested gaze, no- a focused gaze. The kind in which one's mind is dedicated solely to the task at hand, where not even the chatter of flame from the nearby candlestick can reach his ears. He's working carefully, diligently, as one can not afford to make mistakes in this process. He sees the 6x6 Kamea in his head, visually mapping the face of a small metal coin. There's nothing upon it's surface, at least not yet; until he begins to add those imaginary numbers upon the unseen pattern.3, 7, 14, 20, 25, 5. Another line is drawn. This time an oblong W.It's easier to get the other side down once the initial form is found and properly constructed. It doesn't take long before his claw traces the last of the lines onto the blank coin; which now begins to burn and sear away in a red-hot engraving of the sigil he had just constructed. Coins like these will be added to his arsenal of magicks. Curses, enchantments, simple spells. He favors the latter. With a scrutinizing eye, he turns the coin over in his fingers, making sure it held no imperfections; of course it didn't. He's been doing this for years. The Keeper plops the newly formed coin into a golden box beside him for later, clinking atop a small pile of coins that had already been produced.It's easy to slip these spells into the pockets of those unsuspecting. Even more so to use them in trade or the purchase of goods. Especially useful for spying or keeping an eye on someone. (Nobody ever suspects loose change under their bed, or their own gil pouch to be dishonest.) He begins again, staring down at another coin, smooth and blank as the day it was cut from a piece of silver. The Goldsmith guild would never go out of commission at this rate, especially when they were repaid in their own work.Perhaps the math had escaped you; it often does for most. Even Leigh needs a break from time to time and thus begins creating a smaller sigil. He can see it, there upon the surface of that silver coin. A Kamea of 3x3. And he begins to map out once more: 4, 5, 6. A diagonal line is drawn to represent 15.9, 8, 7. A V is placed along its side.3, 2, 1. Another V this time mirrored on the diagonal.The process is long, and the mind tends to lose itself after a while of staring at made up numbers and imaginary squares, but the results are always real. Always taxing, and always powerful.
clink.
He drops the coin into the Pyx besides him to be weighed later
