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Masquerade.
AGE: 18
SPECIES: Teevan
FACTION: TBD
RANK: TBD
HEIGHT: 5’4”
WEIGHT: 164 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green
FORCE: Yes
VOICE: Aaron Tveit
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Iodyte is a being of contradiction. Mimicking a wide range of emotion while otherwise being hollow, his personality ranges from the silent and deadly type to the childish extreme based on what suits him at the time. With no concern for any life other than his own, he acts solely out of his self interest, often times neglecting to think ahead when the moment seems right. He has no issue saying one thing yet meaning the complete opposite, his deadpan and sometimes eerily cheerful delivery throwing off those who would question him.
To strangers, his actions can get pushed aside and labeled as ‘charming’ and young, but to the better eye, he’s incredibly lacking in genuine emotion. While he has little care for trivial matters, Iodyte's in possession of an uncannily good memory. Crossing him and expecting to get out unscathed is just begging for the young man's wrath. -
Petite and lanky, Iodyte’s form is one that was nearly completely androgynous in his younger years. While androgyny was traded for boyish charm, Iodyte still maintains an image of youth that doesn’t quite match his mind. His hair, wild and unkempt, is left to flow as it pleases. His eyes are a bright green, darkened by a shadow so barely noticed it’s almost imagined. It doesn't seem as if Iodyte has any care for his appearance. He wears what is comfortable and convenient unless told otherwise.
Due to his petite frame, Mordel's lacking in stamina. He has the flexibility of a professional gymnast and the endurance for complex routines only someone with a physiology as flexible as his could withstand, but he's not one to take a hit. For that reason, his entire style of confrontation revolves around avoiding being hit. -
A trained gymnast, the Teevan has every capability to move with the grace of a dancer. Instead, he moves with a careful composure, staying off the radar solely because it’s convenient. When pushed, he reverts back to a childish and vindictive persona, moving in wide swings and an overabundance of energy. Each movement has an air of listlessness about it, as if Iodyte isn't quite sure what he's doing and yet here he is. He doesn't seem to have any real goals, seeming to move solely on a whim. This, however, is just part of his facade meant to lull potential enemies and competition into a false sense of security.
Should Iodyte see any action, whether it be combat or a friendly display of his skills as a gymnast, he moves in a flurry of movement, the plan being to overwhelm any competition before they can react. Still a bit of a novice in the practical applications of his flexibility, his actions are in short bursts and often lacking in any real fire. -
Just Another Day.
For another stolen hour. The world will feel my power and obey.
There was a time where one would think Iodyte to be a normal kid. He kept up with his school work, he excelled in feats of flexibility and sheer memorization. However, he was always a bit behind in the social aspect. Even with his family, who tried their best at raising all their children right, couldn’t quite put a finger on what was off about the boy. For the most part, however, he was harmless and thus left to develop as he necessary. That all changed with the death of his youngest sibling, a tragedy that while not confirmed to be of Iodyte’s design, it’s incredibly plausible he had a hand in it. After all, she’d only get in his way.
Whether it be his suspected involvement or the chilling report from experts disturbed by the child’s lack of emotional response to what should’ve been a scarring ordeal. For whatever reason, it was clear the child would not thrive with his family.
Aftershocks.
Ect, electric chair, we shock who we can't save. They've cleared you of my memory and many more as well. You may have wanted some of them, but who can ever tell?
The first school Iodyte was sent to legitimately tried to help this seemingly broken individual. The second one wasn't so patient. When he failed to provide the results they wanted, there was nothing a little electricity couldn't fix. Sessions became more and more frequent, the 'doctors' refusing to admit that perhaps Iodyte's condition was less something to cure and more of him just being, well, him. Regardless, as each session progressed, the sweet facade of a dutiful son was buried behind feelings of malice towards both those who harmed him and those who neglected to free him.
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