Post by Amabilis Hemlocke on May 9, 2011 0:51:54 GMT -5
HEMLOCKE
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
No matter what the time[/color]” For some reason, his mother would never venture further into what the “things” were. It still stuck to Hemlocke though, that he wanted to be a hero. Someone’s… anyone’s hero. The next day he took Enya’s words with him, disregarded his father’s warnings, and ventured into the other districts of Symphony in search of Enya.
FULL NAME:
Amabilis Hemlocke
NICKNAME(S):
Hemlocke, or just Hem. Mostly referred to as Hemlocke.
AGE:
26 years of age
ALIGNMENT:
Neutral – does things only to benefit himself.
JOB:
Tonic and Apothecary
DISTRICT:
Soprano District
APARTMENT NUMBER:
840
I`m just alone
APPEARANCE:
If anything stands out the most of Hemlocke, it’s the fact that he is 6’10” tall. He has longer hair than the typical male, and it has been grey since birth. It covers his eyes, so no one really sees what his eyes looks like unless he (by some miracle) allows them to get that close to him. His mother crafted his clothes for him, as clothes for abnormally tall people are hard to find. His boots have two buckles on them for fastening, and the sash he has wrapped around his shoulder doubles as a sack for when he goes hunting for herbs. She colored them all with darker shades because it was a customary family tradition. The smile he shows is permanent, due to an accident in one of his potion recipes, and the scar comes from the same accident.
PERSONALITY:
Hemlocke has gone through a handful of turnarounds in his life. Because of these events, he has become rather finicky and only does things if they benefit himself directly. He has an upturned nose, even though he is already tall, and thus is skeptical about anyone he meets. However, he will help them if they are in need, due to his father teaching him so. He is a very very smart man and can solve most problems rather quickly. At first, Hemlocke seems to be very blunt and inclined to shrug off any new people, but with time, he could be a very close friend, as his father taught him to be.
When it comes to confrontations, Hemlocke is not very adept in such behavior. He refuses to fight, and provoking him into aggression takes a very large amount of time. His buttons are hard to press and generally shrugs off all insults and the like from anyone that is deemed not worthy of his time. When agitated though, instead of physically harming his opponent, he targets their mental state and emotions to cause internal and psychological damage instead. He tends to be rather adept in this since his skills of persuasion are of a high caliber, as his voice is soft and calming.
Alltogether, Hemlocke is slightly corrupted when compared to most other people. The smile he has does him no justice, and when he stands, most people are intimidated, and because of everyone’s reactions and his sheltered life, he is awkward and usually keeps to himself, which in turn makes others think of how weird he may be.
BIOGRAPHY:
Throughout all of Hemlocke’s life, he had always been exposed to and around plants of all sorts. Not just grass and weeds like most Tones, but more specifically medicinal herbs and cooking spices. His father worked as a chef of sorts for the many residents of the Soprano District whom ate only natural ingredients and kept to strict diets. He catered as well, to the citizens from their home in the branches of the towering Refrain. Hemlocke would join with his father in making deliveries around the district and this was one of his favorite past times with his father. Occasionally though, he would pass an area into a new district, which intrigued him like none other, but his father told him to stay in the Soprano District and that the other Districts were only bad news. His mother was the apothecary of the family; a very popular doctor of the District as well. Hemlocke would also carry out errands with his mother as well, and help her with her herbs and medicines where needed. She would never let him concoct on his own, however, fearing for his safety. Both parents obviously cared deeply for their only son. Hemlocke was homeschooled by his mother who was a professor at the Sanctuary. Her lessons were strict and Hemlocke benefitted easily from such a smart professor. Of all things that his mother taught, the history of Symphony caught his attention the most, most notably the attacks of the monsters, which gave him these splendorous images of fiends and monsters attacking the town, while heroes of old vanquished them. He often day dreamed while doing chores of what life would be like to be a hero. To this day he still holds that dearly, but tends not to show it. While his mother taught him of history and mathematics, his father taught him of ethics and life. His lessons came while delivering meals to the homes around town, and they were often strict as well. His father’s teaching methods were simple: Listen, and learn. Hemlocke took in what his father had to say about helping others and being there when needed. He harped on how one should always be ready, and Hemlocke’s father was a prime example of preparedness. However, if Hem was caught doing anything remorseful or bad, his father’s punishment was more strict than his lessons. It was safe to say though, that Hemlocke had a very suitable life with his happy family, so long as he obeyed their rules.
Hemlocke’s teenager years were even more lax. His parents deemed him “graduated” from their lessons and he reflected their knowledge very well. Hemlocke is a remarkable genius, who hides behind a silly façade. His intelligence caught the eyes of one specific important person, while she was making some rounds though the District. Enya Errin was taking a stroll through the market, while Hemlocke and his parents were setting up their stall. No food was sold, but the extra medicines that Hem’s mother made were sold for extra profits. Enya had stopped by the stall being ran by Hemlocke himself. It was one of Hem’s duties to run the family’s stall, so that his parents could go back out and finish their own errands. Nonetheless, Hemlocke fancied Enya with his knowledge of medicine that his mother taught him. He explained what each potion does, each ingredient used and their functions, and also a few recipes on how to make said potions (that he had sneaked while his mother was asleep, since she would not let him conduct any concoctions). Enya smiled at the tall boy, remarking about his knowledge on such potions. They carried out a good conversation for a good lengthy amount of time, before Enya realized she must get back. Hem offered her some potions for her to take back, compliments of course, however, the beauty denied his offering saying that she would pay them like any other customer. She paid her dues and left, but not before smiling and telling Hem that he could do whatever he wanted in life.
Those words rang clear to him for around the next year or so, making Hemlocke 19 years old. He was no longer under the strict ruling of his parents and was allowed to finally day dream for himself. Enya’s compliment had him constantly thinking of himself as a hero. His mother began to ask him what was on his mind more frequently, and in fear of getting his dreams shattered by sheltering parents, he would respond with “[color-6B6363]Nothing. Just thinking of random things.
He figured that if he hurried each day and planned his route carefully, he could arrive home in time before his parents knew anything of him sneaking out. Surprisingly, it worked, and eventually he had found Enya only to ask her one thing: “If I can be anything… could I be… A hero?” Enya smiled and replied that he in fact, could be a hero to anyone he wanted to be, that someday he might even save the entire city from some turmoil. She even said that maybe one day he would rid the world of the Miasma or save the town from it. Such thoughts feeding his imagination felt absolutely euphoric to Hemlocke. He hugged his new inspiration and made his way back home.
He began secretly studying the arts of Harmony Magic behind his parents’ back. While they were gone or if he found a place of his own, he would bring a handheld harp to practice said magic. His motive: Saving the city from abnormal health. His Method: Through the arts of healing, as shown by Enya, and the arts of Nature as shown by his loving family. His Objective: Invent a way to cure people of Miasma poisoning, or to rid the Miasma in general. He never once got caught studying magic, or reading his mother’s recipes. He’s too smart to get caught.
Sadly, his dreams began to fade around the age of 20, almost two after finding Enya. His parents came to him in an odd fashion and immediately Hemlocke knew something was wrong. They explained to him that a surge of people had become apothecaries and they were soon running out of the job. They were going to make a request to the Sanctuary for a larger crystal so that they may travel to a new area in hopes of settling down in some town where their native medicines would be more popular than in the Soprano District. The thought of leaving Symphony broke Hem’s heart as he wanted to stay, hopefully meeting up with Enya again and working with her to save the city. His hopes shattered right then and there when his parents told him to immediately pack up and get ready. He broke into tears, for the first time ever, and refused to comply with his parents, which was also a first. He grabbed his harp and ran out of the door off to who knows where.
He found himself wound up in one of his favorite spots: a small cove near the borderline of the Miasma and the Soprano district where beautiful lilies grew year round. There was a calming waterfall in the distance who’s voice was heard gently throughout the immediate area. Hemlocke had found this place as a boy on one of his days off, and it shall forever where he goes for solitude. He says down on a rock, facing the nearing borderline of Miasma. Revealing his small harp, he played the instrument with an absurd amount of passion, that it seemed as if the trees themselves stopped to listen, and the wind had died at the sound of such beauty. It calmed him and cleared his mind so that he could think. He played for almost an hour when he suddenly stopped at the sound of some roaring from the Miasma. Fear sent chills down his spine as he immediately got up and ran back towards his home, forgetting to pick up his harp in such a crisis. About halfway back, he started to calm down again and began to think that he couldn’t save the town. He was being forced to move and was too terrified of what lurked in the shadows of the outskirts of town. Such thoughts, mixed with earlier thoughts of clarity and even earlier thoughts of heroism mixed together and began to confuse the young man.
When he had arrived home, his father was missing, and his mother was alone in their kitchen sitting at the table. She welcomed the tall man back and hugged him, even though her arms only reached around his waist due to his height. She grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen and sat him down next to her. They stared at each other for a bit of time before his mother broke the silence with “Enya told me you wanted to save the city.” Hemlocke immediately blushed and turned to look out the window, the sun setting and night approaching. “Amabilis. It’s fine, my love. Why you would want to hide anything from your parents is beyond me. We love you, son. We will always love you. No. Matter. What.” Hemlocke began to swell up with tears again, and the sight of this caused his mother to follow suit. “Your father has gone to the Academy to speak with Elegy Selah about acquiring a bit of a larger shard for the journey that he and I will be taking.” Hem perked up immediately when he was not mentioned in her list of attendees of traveling. He couldn’t find any words to say, and when he finally did, his short, plump mother put her finger on his lips. “You’re staying here. I’ve spoken with Enya and she said she would take care of you when she can. She has her own family, don’t you know. So you have to make money and take care of yourself, all right? I know you’ve been reading my books, and sneaking out around town.” Hem began a rebuttal but his mother interrupted him. “Ahp ahp. I’m upset you wouldn’t confront us, but I know you’re a smart lad. You’ll be just fine. We’re only taking our things, but this house is yours now. See fit that you keep it tidy, and live a wonderful life. You’ll save the city. I know you will.” The two burst into tears after a loving conversation, and once dried, they both began preparing for the long journey ahead of the Hemlocke Parents.
Not too far afterwards, the parents took their leave into the Miasma, which seemed to split around where the parents walked into it. It was a magical sight to see, but also sad to watch the two people who loved him his whole life leave him like that. He ventured around the District simply thinking about things to come and what to do. He settled on gathering herbs and concocting potions, however for some reason they would never come out like his mothers. He started to become upset and tried absolutely harder and harder to no avail. He sought out Enya for help, but it seemed she had her own things to attend to so he left her be and returned to his home where he resumed his concoctions.
He lost himself to his mother’s recipes over the next few days, no sleep, hardly any breaks, and also started to develop a reputation for becoming some sort of evil presence of the neighborhood he resides within. He started becoming fond of the night time and would rather enjoy collecting herbs in moonlight instead. It started to spread around the District fast that he had passed and spends his afterlife making poisons and horrid flasks of condensed nightmares and that at night the “ghost” would wander the streets looking for souls to use in his potions. He ignored them all. His only objective now was to master potions like his own mother had. He lost touch with real life and soon began mixing other things besides potions. If anything he would become a master bartender from all of the delicious alcohol he could fix up. But alas, he was still practicing the arts of the apothecary, whereas the drinks he made were only on the side to keep him going.
Six years had passed of just this. The young man was now twenty six and finally became a master apothecary much like his mother. During this course of time, several things had happened. A paralytic potion had an adverse reaction and exploded on himself, paralyzing his face with the ominous smile he had upon crafting said potion. It also left a scar on his face, but his long, uncut hair covers it mostly. The letters he wrote to her and the letters he got back kept him going in life, until one letter he received from his mother snapped him forcefully back into the world around him. She asked how Enya was doing, and upon reading this, he set his pen down and made his way to visit her. It had been so long since he had heard anything of Enya or her family. When he arrived to the household, only the husband was there. He explained to Hem that Enya was murdered somewhere within the six years Hem locked himself in his house. Hem was severely affected by this information, since Enya had been his whole life’s inspiration. He thanked Cian for his time and immediately ran home, thrashing about his house. His parents were gone, his inspiration was murdered, he spent six years wasting his life for almost nothing. Hemlocke began spiraling downwards and began concocting only the things that seemed to come to him easily: adverse potions that messed with one’s health. He mastered paralytic potions, poison dusts, narcotic sprays, anything that seemed harmful at the time came to him perfectly. However, deep inside he still wanted to be a hero, but the broken genius was going to save the city another way: by supplying warriors with support that they could use in fights.
“I’ll be a hero god damn it. I’ll save everyone from this wretched world.”
Thus, Amabilis Hemlocke began his reputation as the ghastly apothecary of the Soprano District.
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Destiny forgotten,
SKILL(S):
Light footed, not overly fast, like most other regular civilians. Very dexterous with his hands, making him a superb thief. Can also jump rather high. Master at mixing things, especially drinks and potions.
POWER(S):
Self taught Harmony magic after meeting Enya. Not very good at Harmony magic, though, so he sticks to potions as a curative only using magic when he’s run out of ingredients.
WEAPON(S):
A collection of rare and interesting instruments are lying around his house. Depending on his mood, he will fight with either a Celestial Harp, which he casts Mini on to travel with, or possibly a handheld harp. Also uses his many concoctions to his advantage, albeit most are poison gases or paralytic potions.
Even though I kept going.
CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
Mushrooms and Roses – Janelle Monae
FACE CLAIM:
[i]Kuroshitsuji[/i] - [b]Undertaker[/b] – Amabilis Hemlocke
OoC NAME:
Cal~
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE WHY ARE YOU ASKING QUESTIONS!? CAPS MEAN SRS
PASSWORDS:
You'll find it in the rules.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Um. Yeah.
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