Oddyseus Gautier (Meister) Dec 19, 2015 2:53:56 GMT -5
Post by Oddyseus Gautier on Dec 19, 2015 2:53:56 GMT -5
Gautier; Oddyseus; Meister
Name: Oddysseus Gautier
Nickname: Odd, Demon
Class: One Star
Partner: Single and ready
A Strong Body
Appearance: The Demon, people called him, thinking him freakish and unnatural.Not because of his 6’ height and slim build, pointed chin and high cheekbones. No, its his eyes.He was once told by a priest, shortly before getting kicked out of the priest’s church, that he had “The eyes of the damned”Due to an...unfortunate electrical accident, his suffers from subconjunctival hemorrhages, blood in the white of the eye, often.The accident also caused Lichtenberg scarring over most of his body .His fingers are long and thin, but with hard, calloused pads from years of bass playing.
Due to his...unfortunate pigmentation problem,it is necessary for him to wear opaque sunglasses at all hours of the day, both to hide his bloody eyes from prying eyes and to protect them from the sun. He is very self-conscious about the scars, , so to counteract this he wears light long sleeve shirts with one band or another on them. Jeans are also a must for him as well, almost always carpenter style jeans, complete with extra pockets. His hands are always covered in black shooting gloves, fingerless, which are useful for both shooting and bass playing; His head by a page-boy’s hat, covering his dirty-blonde hair and scalp. He carries a pocket watch with him everywhere he goes, a family heirloom, left to him by his father.
Fighting Style: Brutally efficient Street fighting. He plays defensive and analyzes an opponent's moves before using efficient, quick strikes on vital areas
Personality: Odysseus is is a very...interesting person. To most he is the quintessential Silent southern gentleman, holding doors and giving a “mam” or “sir” wherever required. One should notice the emphasis on the Silent part because Odd does not like to be in the spotlight of people's attention, due to the obvious “Why are you wearing sunglasses? Why are you wearing long sleeves? What’s that on your neck?” questions that accompanies it.
However, he is a Cajun, through and through, and they have as a whole been known for their quick wit and razor-sharp tongue. Odysseus is no different, and he is prone to using this when stupidity creeps into someone’s speech. However, this is usually kept it in check. Most of the time. Regardless of personal feelings, though, he is unfailingly honest about what is on his mind and how he feels about you.
He doesn’t have that many friends, and even though he seems to be the nicest person you could ever find, he is very mistrusting. Should you find yourself to be his friend, however, you would find yourself to have singularly the most trustworthy friend you could ever possibly find. He is loyal to the core, doing almost anything for his friends and despising those who do not.The flip side of that coin is that If you would find him your enemy...Oh boy, You ‘done messed up. Odd usually keeps a very level head, having heard almost every insult under the sun and on the dark side of the moon. But when someone does make him flip, be it by attacking a friend, picking on a “little guy”, or by messing with his bass or saxophone, as he has said, “Ain’t nobody gunna save you now.” When he gets angry his cajun accent flares, intermingling cajun and english word as he takes you apart, giving you no mercy.
Inside the Soul
Abilities: Soul Perception- the ability to sense the souls of those around him, an awareness and basic understanding of what kind of souls there are. It enables them to sense nearby souls and determine who is their friend and who is a potential foe. He has a basic understanding of unprotected souls within, say 25ft. Though he is more likely to equate the finer nuances of a soul not as visual differences, but as musical notations. Pure souls sound collected, in tune while souls afflicted by madness have horrible tone and are generally pitchy.
Out of your Mind
Strengths: Analytical, Quick-witted, Psychologically strong.
Weaknesses: Photophobic, Low stamina, Low strength.
Hobbies: Learn new instruments, street performance and general tinkering.
Likes: Dr.Pepper, honesty, fresh reeds/strings and that feeling you get when someone gets exactly what was coming for them.
Dislikes: Dishonesty, Bullies, Spotlights both literal and figurative, and Cherry Coke.
Aspirations: Protect people from the monsters at the gate, Record an album.
He was Born Odysseus Maleficus Gautier on October 19, to Cyrus and Estelle Gautier. They were a loving couple, happily married and living in New Orleans, him an ambulance driver who played jazz saxophone at bars for extra cash, her a Greek immigrant working as a customs official at the port. They had been happily married for quite some time and were overjoyed when they realized the would have a child. He would be perfect, their little angel. Aggele Mou, she had called him.
That all changed on delivery day. It was a hard labour, and she was weak from the strain. But it would all be worth it if she could just see her perfect little boy. Only he wasn’t so perfect. As the doctor handed little Odd to her, she realized that the baby, the thing that she had nurtured with her very lifeblood, she didn’t love. When she told the Doctor this, he said it was perfectly normal, you’re not expected to love someone you just met. She was glad that at least someone understood. Her husband, sadly, had not, reacting with a mixture of disbelief and almost betrayal. How could she not love him, their pride, their child!
Sadly, this was not the last time she felt that way. Though the counseling had helped in the short-term, She would frequently look down at the toddler grabbing her skirt as one would look at a stranger’s child, mistaking her for the mother they’d lost. After the third year she grew resigned,but still had to raise the boy. As such, she became a strict parent, using discipline to teach. Her husband however felt more and more hurt by this, and more apart from the woman he’d fallen in love with.
This caused Odd, once he was old enough, to begin finding peace outside of their house. they lived just outside the city proper, and had a proper backyard with an old willow tree. Odd would often climb the willow tree when things got tense inside. Inside that tree he would have his own world, at the highest point in the neighborhood. A safe place...at least from the fighting. Not so much from other things. One Saturday, the coastal storms were rolling in, with wind and rain and thunder like Zeus himself found the city an abomination of technology and decadence. A minor thing, the dishes being dirty, sparked a fight inside and ten year old odd ran to his safe place. Up the tree he went, bare feet grabbing the bark as he climbed all the way to the top, where he could see all the way into town, all the way to the levee that held the ocean’s wrath at bay. Ah, it was so beautiful...but something wasn’t right, the air smelled weird...almost like...
CRACK* Both parents ducked and turned from their petty squabble as what sounds like a gunshot rattled the windows, as the willow tree fell, cleanly split in two from a lightning bolt. and off to one side, their son, Aggele Mou, lay crumpled on the ground, his feet blistered, his shirt ripped open, and no heartbeat. His father grabbed him and rushed to the ambulance that was parked in, placing the heap of son in there and desperately trying to defibrillate him. Odd was dead for two minutes before being brought back, but at a price. The strike had entered right at the top of his sternum, an inch from his heart, and the current entered his heart and ran the bloodstream all through his body, scarring the blood vessels as it passed.These spider web-like scars covered almost his entire body, barring the top of his head and most of his face. It also fried the natural electric rhythm of his heart, so after four more heart attacks, a pacemaker was put in. The strike also damaged the ocular muscles connection with the brain, so when too much light enters the cornea, his eyes would violently spasm, causing Subconjunctival hemorrhages in both his eyes. He began to cover most of his body, as well as wear special-strength sunglasses to protect his sight.
The physical setbacks Odysseus could deal with easily...the mental, not so much. Public school children are renown for their inability to process different, calling it strange and weird, ostracizing those they feel aren’t like them. To Odd they were no different. They shunned him, calling him the Lightning Rod and that he should stick a fork in an outlet. Especially after they overheard him tell the teachers that "their souls weren't right".The teachers brought up this oddity to his parents, and of the possibility of him having Meister potential. They shut it down though, his father thinking it was a complication of the lightning, his mother not really caring. Naturally the older those bullies became, the more vicious the remarks. Some chose not to stop at words. Lucky for them he had to cover his body. His parents cried, but forbade him from fighting back, he was above fighting. Aggele Mou could never fight someone. Head hung from pain and shame, he complied.
He first started skipping school at age 15, only showing up one or two times a week to keep up his appearances and grades. Naturally gifted in matters of the mind, he was able to keep all A averages so his parent(s) would never know. He chose to use the time to catch up on sleep, prowling the darker and raucous nights. He frequented the jazz bars on the off streets of Bourbon, partially because of its soothing music, the other being they didn’t card minors. He wouldn’t drink, just sit there, enjoying the music, admiring the complexity of it. The bar staff soon knew him by name, leaving a Dr Pepper at the bar waiting for him every night. The local haunt, he became known as. He almost liked it. Almost.
It was too little, too late, however. He came home one afternoon, covered in bruises from another round of beatings, only to have his mother chew him out for cursing as he walked into the doorjamb. Aggele mou could never curse, not even after a day like today. Especially not today. Angels were perfect, they couldn’t be angry or fight back. This was the proverbial straw that broke the beaten camel’s back. He stormed out of the house, loosing curses in three languages that made his mother faint. He had had it with his life, this thing that made him want to go to sleep...and never wake up. He had been beaten and bruised, humiliated for the world to see, only to come home and not be “good enough”. It was too much for him. He went down to the bar, nursing his Dr Pepper at the bar, planning to enjoy one last night before he threw himself off the Ponchartrain bridge. This was to be his last night.
Not this night, however. The bouncer, a big fat man named Earl, noticed that their Haunt had come in looking more down than usual, one of his newfound bruises escaping the folds of his clothes. He was worried for him, afraid of the look in the young boy’s eyes. So when he heard that the in-house band had lost their bass player to a makeout session gone weird. four hours before showtime, he decided to inform them that that weird-ass kid in the corner just happened to know every song the band played by heart. Never mind that he had no clue how to play a bass. They had four hours, they’d make it work.
Music ended up saving him. That night they taught him the basics on a beat up old ’68 Fender that was lying around, and Odd took off like a fish. They rocked the house that night, and the band promptly fired their old bassist, who had been arrested by New Orleans Finest for drunken disorderly and public nudity. They then hired Odd on the spot, and gave him that old ’68-style bass to practice on. He picked it up quickly, soon learning the beautiful nauces of the Jazz style, and became an accomplished bassist. He also began to unintentionally mature his soul perception, noticing that drunks who started fights had chaotic disharmonious souls, especially compared to everyone else's.
If this were a happy ending, his story would end there, having finally found a place that accepted him. But no one’s story ends well, does it? Two months after his 16th birthday his father collapsed while playing in a shady bar. He was rushed to the hospital, where it was written off as stress from his work, but he was shaken up. That night he came home from the hospital, plastic bracelet still on his hand, and asked for a divorce.
His family was devastated, his mother most of all. She shut herself in their bedroom, refusing entrance, even for food and drink. He couldn’t blame her, it had taken a toll on all of them.The court battle was long and drawn out, as these things tend to be. They fought over every little thing, his mother begging for him to not leave, she still loved him. But he didn't love her, not after all of this.The custody hearing was brief as it was raining and everyone wanted to get home. His father fought for him, but was denied for “health reasons” .. His mother left early, saying that she couldn’t be there. Not right now. He understood, of course....He came home a few hours later, soaked head to toe. He was met with a green military duffel bag with his few possessions, his bass guitar, his father’s tenor saxophone, and a note. It was from his mother, and stated that he could not stay here, that she couldn’t see him. She had booked passage and entrance to Shibusen , where he could grow as his own person. In it was her will, giving everything they had to him alone, and signed it Love. Curious and a little hurt, he searched the house, but she was gone, almost like she wasn’t there. Hurt, he left the house, piling his few belongings into his mother’s black charger, and began the drive out to Nevada.
Extra Notes: Owns a Saxophone, Bass, 1968 charger,balisong knife, has perfect pitch, and is terribly sloppy at home.
Behind the strings
Other characters: What other characters do you play?
Face Claim: Xing Bai-rong, Witch Hunter
It was a rainy day in the “Big Easy”. Why these people called it that he had no clue, not today. Especially not today. Odysseus lifted the black driving cap off his head and ran his gloved hand through his hair, a holdover from his night life, when the world weighed heavy on him and the bar crowd wouldn’t punish him for the tick.
He lost his father today. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a small courtroom, some close friends, his and his dad’s bandmates, a judge and a scribe. His mother had shown up for most of it, but had begged some sort of illness to leave. He understood, he was her whole world, and it was rough. He hadn’t expected her to stay just for him. hell, he could barely even get through it. Especially after the verdict...The man who had been there for him his entire flipping life blindsides him, gives him a saxophone and says “sayonara”.He ran his hand through his hair one more time, placing the cap back on his head continuing down the street.Who does that?
After a few minutes walk he reached his destination, a door in a back alley with a broken neon sign above it. The sign had been broken in Katrina, and all that remained was the base and the letters C and V spaced through it. The owner, a man affectionately called Fat Joe, bought it from the previous owner directly after Katrina, and Joe had no idea what the sign used to say.
Joe worked the bar most days, and he was there when Odd walked in and handed the $2 standard cover to the bouncer Earl, who wouldn’t take it. Not today, he said. Odd nodded, not truly there yet, and walked over to the bar and his seat in the corner. Joe met him there, Dr Pepper in hand.
“You want anything else with that?” he asked as he set it down in front of the now-man.
“Not old enough Joe, you know that” Odd replied dully, staring at the cup for a moment before taking a draught.
“Yea, like that ever stopped me when I was your age”
“I just don’t want to get you in any trouble. Supplying to minors will lose you your license.”
Joe didn’t answer that, instead he looked down at his hands, cleaning the glasses for tonight. Finally he changed the topic
“So, what are you planning on doing now?”
“ Mother got me entrance to Shibusen.”
“Really? Where the hell is that?”
“Um…..how does that work with the…” Joe set down the glass he was cleaning and pointed to his head and arms. That pulled a chuckle out of Odd, as he looked up from his glass.
“Honestly, I have no clue. I’ll figure it out when I get there. Hopefully I don’t turn into cajun fried chicken. ”
That pulled a chuckle out of Joe and Earl, and they slipped back into their usual night rhythm of banter and jokes. The topics rolled back and forth, from the good times they had at the shows, to old friends long dead, to a toast to Cyrus Gautier, crappy father, crappy husband. Finally, Odd stood to leave, stating that he had to get on the road.
“Wait! One last thing before you go!” Joe exclaimed, digging around in his pocket before pulling out a balisong knife.
“Here, this has done me well over the years. It keeps an edge like I’ve never seen, and its useful.”Odd stood there, mouth hung open.
“I can’t take this” he said.
“I don’t really care, you’re taking it.”
Odd closed his fist around it slowly, feeling the weight of it in his hands.
“Take care of yourself Phantome.”
Odd kept the knife in his hand as he turned around and walked out the door, heading back to his car and his new home.