First of all, I might be braindead for not knowing where to post this, but if it's not here, don't shank me. Please? Reread the whole getting started thing to find out, couldn't find it.
Name/Alias: Esther
Character's Name: Davide Corday
Age: 34
Avatar: Joe Anderson
Home: Corday is a nomad. He subscribes to no particular home, and will make it anywhere he sees fit, only to leave when he feels he has outstayed his welcome.
Profession: Apothecary, or if you prefer flat out, drug dealer.
Describe your character's appearance as clearly as you can: Corday is a tall and somewhat gangly figure, above average height, but not so much that he becomes a spectacle. When setting up shop, he does his best to look presentable, and will go so far as to wash himself and make himself look good, otherwise he has a healthy covering of dirt due to being on the road all day, every day. He will go days without having anything to do with proper hygiene, unless he’s making a stop somewhere. He drives around in an ass-ugly puke coloured van, which is his portable lab. Due to an uncanny ability to innovate using chemicals and tinker with machinery, he has been able to modify the car engine so it runs on the discharge and waste from his drug production. It’s a healthy match for him.
Describe your character's style as clearly as you can:
Corday dresses in whatever he can find. He’ll typically be found in faded jeans and a dirty t-shirt and sandals, depending on where he’s going he’ll change it. When he’s working he digs out some of his better clothes and makes himself more presentable than usual. It’s good for business. He looks clean while in the presence of others, let’s just leave it at that.
Describe your character's attitude as clearly as you can:
Corday is a man without hope or enthusiasm. He can easily fake it to try and make a buy more enticing, and when in the presence of a semi-friend or at least connection, he can infer some kind of wistfulness, but it’s not really the same. Corday is fully aware of the bleakness of life, the hopelessness of what it means to be a man like him, and the fact that there is no meaning in his life, nor in the life of anyone else. He finds nothing but hapless delusion in anything else. He holds no desire to end his own life, and wants to wallow in his bitter existence for as long as possible, because he feels that to kill himself is to erase a perfectly good slab of humanity. He also likes the fact that the philanthropist buried somewhere inside of him likes to offer a kind of respite to the masses who desire his concoctions.
Talents: Corday is highly adept at working with chemicals, which has made him a highly competent producer of various concoctions with multiple applications. He is also a relatively skilled mechanic. While on the road, Corday enjoys exploring ruins and picking up whatever pieces of the past he can find. He has a collection of artefacts in a trunk in the back of his van.