Zulkis Jumoke

[Ion]

Zulkis Jumoke
Thief of Hope

Full Name: Zulkis Jumoke
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 7’11”, weighs in 298lbs.
Birthdate: September 18th
Age: 8.3 sweeps old, 18 years old.

Physical appearance: So, Zulkis isn’t all that attractive. Nor is he ugly. He’s average, at best. At worst, he’s plain. He has a face that people easily forget if they haven’t been around him for a while. He likes it this way. His horns are 3’ long, the left one being broken down to the middle from a FLARP accident when he was young.

His arms and legs are long, around 5’ and 7’ separately. His arms have an assortment of minor scars, primarily from minor accidents with hand-to-hand combat training. The largest of these scars is around 3” long, extending from his wrist to the palm of his hand. This was from him fighting off a troll with his bare hands. His right shoulder is marred too by scars.

His nails are somewhat long and sharp, and he maintains them often. He keeps them sharpened to a point where when he gives enough pressure, say a forceful grab, they would be able to puncture the flesh of a troll’s skin. This cannot be said for say, a human. His nails could cut their flesh with a weak swipe. As such he wears gloves when around humans, to keep from any accidental injuries. His hands are calloused from the extensive use of weaponry, ranged, melee, and otherwise. He is ambidextrous, having equal ability in the use of either hand.

His chest is well-toned, muscled from exercise over the seven years he has been in service, though it has not experienced extensive injuries other than a few scrapes. His throat is surprisingly scarce of any sort of scarring or marks. His stomach area has a few circular scars where he was shot pre-SGRUB. His left flank is host to a large scar byproduct of an explosion. It is a burn mark, or could be described as such. Touching it reveals he is quite sensitive in that area; he feels uncomfortable if any soft, ticklish matter were pressed against it.

His legs are in the similar state as his arms; they have multiple scars sprawled across them. His shins show to have several long scars diagonally across the length; something that occurred due to a risky attempt to slide under cover… without any armor on. This was when he was in his pubescent age, so there are no other attempts like this. His feet are like his hands; his nails there are maintained as well, though are blunted down. His personal hygiene is maintained almost constantly.

He has tattooed the markings of subjuggulators on his face and body, so that they don’t wash off. He’s proud of that stuff.

Personality: Zulkis is a really, really uptight individual. Like, to the point where he would refuse to recognize those he labels as ‘infantile’; such as those fresh out of the coons. It isn’t him being elitist; it’s just that post-SGRUB his naivetés ceased to exist. He has a cruel, almost spiteful behavior towards those who are not of the empire or hemospectrum. Those trolls who were born outside the hemospectrum and refuse to serve the empress and/or get culled are cowards. Everyone in the empire has to fight for their people; it is simply… simply outrageous that they would prefer to live in such a despicable place like say... the desert rather than in the city.

Despite from that, he is actually quite passive. He would not act upon his feelings if they were of the negative polarity; say, if he was insulted he would normally ignore it, excluding if they insulted his service to the empire. Then he’d pummel that individual into a pulp of twitching flesh. He is quite proud of his status within troll society, even more proud of his station on the hemospectrum – Someone has to lead the surface dwellers, why not them? He openly expresses a sort of admiration for the seadwellers. He feels that the purplebloods are like kin to them, or this could be some sort of illusion that he has projected upon himself.

He represses most emotions out of fear that if he doesn’t he’ll end up harming others. Not that his emotions are of the violent sort, no! He just acted upon his feelings once before and it bit him in the ass hard. He’s had trouble trusting himself ever since. This mistrust of himself translated to a mistrust of others, even alienating himself from making any new connections to those outside of his caste. It can be thought of a sort of xenophobia; he doesn’t believe those of other species would really understand him, and even less wish to be around him.

He rarely expresses his opinions to anyone, unless if asked by a CO or someone he thinks to be trustable. And when he does, he only relays a small amount of his thoughts on that matter; who wants to listen to his troubles? No one, that’s what, or so he thinks. He is great with taking and receiving orders from COs, and has a fixation on completing them. He feels empty inside if he doesn’t follow them out to the very end; a feeling that HE could’ve completed it, no matter the danger to himself. He is terrified of endangering others though, and at the moment he sees any possible danger towards his squad, he becomes incredibly cautious.

He would prefer to keep himself from forming any relationships pre or post-SGRUB, be it romantic or otherwise. The pain of losing someone again is terrifying to him; he would loathe having to experience it again, when he had to experience it so many times in that damned war. Speaking of romantic relationships, he has no true idea how to practice them. So he started to read romance novels. Now he’s addicted to the damned things. In recent months, he’s taken to watching a vast majority of romcoms – mostly the really, really bad ones. He proclaims that they ‘aren’t all that bad’. They are. They are really, really bad.

Handle: autisticGuillotine
Typing Quirk/Color: He types in his bloodcolor, that being #2b0056.

His quirk is rather simple. He replaces all o’s with 0’s, and all I’s with 1’s. He also replaces e’s, a’s, and b’s with 3’s, 4’s, and 8’s separately. He uses all caps.

AG: S0 WH4T 1S UP W1TH 3V3RY0N3? L1K3, TH3Y’R3 M0R3 V10L3NT TH4N 4 SUBJUGGUL4T0R G4TH3R1NG.
Blood color: Purple, colorcode #2b0056
Symbol: dis wun.
Lusus: A giraffe. Really.

Strengths: He’s tall, and strong. He is dedicated to his friends, and is quite intimidating. He has a firm belief in the Mirthful Messiahs.
Weaknesses: Really doesn’t like people that questions his beliefs, hates bullies. He has a trouble getting any friends, being a purpleblood. He isn’t that dexterous.
Fears/Insecurities: He fears that his religion is wrong. It isn’t wrong. The power of HOPE makes it a reality.
Likes: His religion, his friends, giraffedad, and quiet.
Dislikes: People that question his religion, bullies, and loud noises.
Driving force: To prove himself to his belief and his fronds.
Hobbies: Playing the FLUTE.

God Tier Title: Thief of Hope
Land: Land of Hope and Glory
Derse or Prospit: Prospit. :o)
Strife Specibus: Primarily heavy weaponry, such as shotguns, rocket launchers, etc. He has a skill when it comes to melee weaponry such as swords, hammers, and maces.
Psionic Power: None. Incredibly resistant to psionic powers.

Describe your character in three words: Tall giraffe nerd.
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A ship and a flag.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: Their height. It kinda sucks.
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Faygo :o)

Other:

[dexterousSurvivalist]

Approved.