Post by Leoff 568 on Dec 13, 2010 23:27:10 GMT -5
Face Claim: Liev Schrieber for his temporary human host.
Image:
(This sketch was created by Char Reed)
Character Basics
Name: Leoff 568/Grel Dermot
Age: The Yeerk is 32 years of age.
Nicknames: Sub-Visser 38
Education: “I know Galard, Yeerkish, Hork-Bajir, English and some Andalite. I've studied Andalites enough to be knowledgeable about the species. 'Know your enemy well.' I am a veteran of the Hork-Bajir War, and I have put my blades to practice and use ever since. I have the skills of an elite, for that is what I am.”
Financial situation: “Funds? The Yeerk invasion force has plenty of ways to acquire human coinage. If I need it, I just take it. Of course I do not spend frivolously, like some fools.”
Physical:
Hair Colour: Dark Brown (human host)
Hair Length: Short and curled (human host)
Eye Colour: Grayish Blue (human host)
Height: 6'3” (human); 7'6” (Hork-Bajir)
Weight: 223 lbs. (human); 343 lbs. (Hork-Bajir)
Race: Yeerk
Personal Style: “Style? Of what importance is that? My 'style' relies more on usability. I have no need for pretty little baubles. As for hosts, I prefer Hork-Bajir, though an Andalite would suit my needs and desires more.”
Detailed Description:
In appearance, Grel is large for a Hork-Bajir. Seeing as the Yeerk controlling her is wise, and relatively old for a Yeerk, she seems to have an intelligent and commanding gleam in her eyes. She stands at a bit over seven feet tall. Her taut leathery skin is a medium shade of green with darker green speckles upon it; this all has a hint of grayish-brown in it as well. Battle-scars streak its surface. Her head, with two forward-swept horns upon it—denoting her a female—ends in a beak-like mouth. It swivels upon a long, serpentine neck. Within her mouth are his small, serrated teeth for chewing bark, and a wormy tongue.
Her torso is massive, and is built strong, with powerful arms ending in claw-like hands with opposable thumbs extending from it. Her body ripples with muscles, for her Yeerk keeps her in tip-top shape. Set upon these are the arm- and wrist-blades, sharp, green menaces jutting out from her skin. Her stomach region is like her neck: serpentine. It extends down to two legs, bent backwards at the knee and ending in three-toed, theropod feet. A long tail juts out from her back, ending in a pointed blade, with a second beneath it.
Leoff, the typical Yeerk he is, appears as a grayish-green slug-like creature of about two inches long. He is covered in a layer of slime. He possesses antennae-like protrusions referred to as palps, extending from his “head”, as well as, where his mouth would be, two protrusions that absorb nutrients from the pool. When he must take a human host, he infests a large man named Steve Gerrick. The man is ex-military, and is a captive, used only for Leoff, who spends most of his time in his Hork-Bajir. In this host, normally, he wears business suits, being simple in style.
Personality
Strongest personality traits: “I keep things organised. I can tell if something is out of order or someone is not supposed to be there, and even if I cannot, I make sure my guards can. I make sure things get done, and under my command, they do—for anyone who fails me suffers a fate worse than death. Hosts are useful, and I do not waste them as my commding officer does. But Yeerks reproduce by the poolfull, and I am not afraid to let my subordinates know that.”
Weakest personality traits: “Esplin has become volatile. He kills anyone, even the most useful, that fail or anger them even if there was nothing they could do. It is saddening, but as friends, we have drifted apart, and our relationship is more that he finds me useful. And no-one is perfect, not even I. But when I fail, I make a lackey pass the word on. So far, it has allowed me survival, but there is constantly a prickling of fear in the back of my neck. Even worse is that I do not know the ambitions of the other Yeerks. Who can I trust, in this Empire? Very few Controllers, actually...”
Needs of the character: “My needs are very little. Most of all, I need to keep my host's head on her shoulders, and therefore, I need success.”
Ambitions: “I've never been a really ambitious Yeerk. Rising in the ranks seems appealing, but I would prefer above all of that a powerful Andalite host, a male, morph-capable warrior preferred. Their tails are faster than the eye can see, and they can see in all directions. They can morph into any creature they touch. They are the enemy, and most appealing as a host!”
Interests and hobbies: “Hobbies? Interests? What a waste of time. I enjoy doing my job, and I do it good. Every three days, I enjoy swimming in the pool, though that is not just something I enjoy, but a necessity for survival. What else? I enjoy torture...ah, it feels good to torment those that deserve it.”
Possessions this character values most: “My most treasured possession is Grel Dermot. She is a Hork-Bajir, a powerful one I selected myself. And I cannot discount my weapons, specifically the mini Dracon-cannon I use her strength to carry.”
What drives your character: “For the Empire! And most of all, for my old friend Esplin.”
How does your character handle conflict: “Conflict? Honestly, it depends on the situation. Be mor specific, please.”
What are your character's prejudices: “Andalites, so high-and-mighty, parading around as though they own the galaxy. I cannot stand their arrogance, yet I desire to have one for myself!”
How does your character feel about love: “Love is a waste of time, and frowned upon in the Yeerk Empire.”
About crime: “Crime? It is something to be exploited, like everything else.”
What is your character's philosophy on life: “The strong will always rule over the weak. The organised, over the disorganised.”
History
A Yeerk with a seemingly flawless track record, Leoff was born sometime before the Hork-Bajir War, as ships were orbiting the Hork-Bajir world. His first host was a Gedd, but after proving himself to be knowledgeable and useful, he was given a Hork-Bajir, and trained in the art of combat. He seemed almost natural with his blades, loving the strength, the balance that came with the Hork-Bajir. He served under a subvisser by the name of Damas 284. The subvisser was highly valued, but sometime after the Andalites used the Quantum Virus, Damas...changed.
When went renegade—and a few of his underlings with him—Leoff stayed true to the Empire. And he swore that someday, he would destroy Damas. Or see him destroyed. His next assignment was manning the weapons station in a Blade ship, a task he exceeded in exceptionally well. It gave him great joy when he got the chance to fire on the Andalite filth, watching as fighters exploded in a ball of flame and twisted metal. He served in this position for about four years, before being assigned to the Taxxon Homeworld, as a guard at a spaceport. He was so efficient with what he did, that soon, he was second-in-command of security, under none other than Esplin 9466, then Subvisser Seven. He would continue to serve under the Subvisser as he became Visser Thirty-Two in his new Andalite host, and while serving under him, noticed the changes that washed over the Andalite-Controller.
As a subvisser serving under Visser Three, the Hork-Bajir-Controller was sent with his forces to Earth. And there he served, declining to take a human host unless he needed to. But the human host he picked taught him enough about humans and Earth to get by with when he needed to. When the “Andalite bandits” suddenly started causing the Yeerks trouble, Leoff vowed that he would find a way to stop them...
Sample RP:
<Subvisser, make sure these troops are ready to go.>
When the Visser gave an order, you just did it, not stopping to say, “Yes, Visser,” or something of the sort. The subvisser nodded his host’s head quickly to the Visser, already moving to his men, ordering them into the U-Haul trucks. Two large U-Haul trucks—plenty of Hork-Bajir-Controllers for the capture of two Andalites. Or so, Leoff hoped. Actually, it was quite a bit of Controllers. And a third truck, reserved for the ten-foot-long Taxxon-Controllers that were to be cleanup crew, not to be released until the battle was over. Leoff motioned to the Controllers to start boarding the trucks, and the drivers to get into the front seats. What humans wouldn’t fit into the limousine would ride with the Hork-Bajir, and the drivers were, obviously, human. The subvisser himself stepped into the second U-Haul truck of Hork-Bajir once they were done loading. There was a section of the Yeerk pool which led to an exit/entrance that was within a parking garage of a building owned by the Yeerks—that was what they’d be using.
Leoff only hoped it wasn’t too late. He could very well lose his own head if he failed this—whether at the tail of an Andalite, or the very Visser he served. He thought about what he knew. They were operating off of the belief that either McFadden was compromised or aiding the Andalites. It could, however, be a trap. He looked at the handheld computer in his claw. The blinking dot was still on the McFadden mansion. Leoff couldn’t see out the window, but that was good, because humans couldn’t see inside, either—they didn’t want to have to cover up a mess, after all. And humans weren’t ready to see an alien. Not until the Council approved the Visser’s pleas for open war, if they ever did. That would be a glorious day; Esplin was brilliant with tactics of outright war. But to the matter at hand...
An opening retracted, and the vehicles travelled up an incline, up into a parking garage. This section was always off-limits to all but those who had access—luckily, they were owned by the Yeerks, or rather Leoff in particular, who had seen to their construction. As the last vehicle left the Yeerk pool, the inclined floor slid up, and the Controller manning it nodded to the trucks. Leoff kept his gaze on the computer, as they made their way out into what was a very human world, sounds of traffic, honking horns, and barking dogs all around. And then...the dot disappeared. Leoff growled. “They’re on to us...” the Hork-Bajir-Controller said. Not that it wasn’t to be expected. He leaned back on his tail; it was getting stuffy in this place with all these Hork-Bajir. But the subvisser dismissed these thoughts. They were the impulses of his host-body, his vessel which constantly fought him and lost every time, Grel the Hork-Bajir.
He decided it was a good idea to go over what information he had on the mansion. He had made sure to include a servant who had been working at the mansion. Now one of their own, a Yeerk slug wrapped around her head. Since they were on the road, and it would be a short while but a while, Leoff stepped through Hork-Bajir that shifted so that he could pass without being cut by their blades, and found this person, who looked positively scared—and he did not blame her, even the Yeerk, being surrounded by bladed Hork-Bajir—but her gaze turning respectful as he approached. “Subvisser,” she said dutifully.
“Brief me on the specifics of this mansion,” he said. And the rest of the ride—for the subvisser, at least—was used learning everything this servant knew about the mansion. Leoff wished he had infested her temporarily himself, back at the pool, so he could have had a more detailed description. But there hadn’t been enough time, so this would have to do. Another human stood at his side; this human was a male, with black, curly hair. He attended the middle-school. He was actually the human that had witnessed the Andalite ship crashing—and lived to tell about, only by the fact that he’d escaped. He remained silent and respectful, averting his host’s gaze from the subvisser.
When the trucks parked themselves in the street near McFadden’s estate, Leoff awaited the Visser’s orders. He knew he had to be informed that the tracking device was gone—either Atran/her host had been eliminated, or just the device had. But Leoff was never the bearer of bad news, and that was probably one reason he was alive. The human boy was perhaps the most useless here; a civilian, in fact, resided within his head. Soldiers, in Leoff’s opinion, held priority. And he had already filed a detailed report on his experience. “You,” he told the human-Controller. “You will go to the Visser. And tell him that we have lost the signal of the tracking device.”
The human-Controller gulped, but went to do as asked. You don’t defy the Subvisser—rumours were abound about the things Leoff did to those that disobeyed.
Behind the Mask
Name: Crimea River
Age: 23
Experience: Been roleplaying textually on and off since I was fourteen years of age.
Other Characters: I intend to bring my Andalites—Jamilan and Forlin—and as well, I may apply for Tobias. Don't have any characters on here yet.
Image:
(This sketch was created by Char Reed)
Character Basics
Name: Leoff 568/Grel Dermot
Age: The Yeerk is 32 years of age.
Nicknames: Sub-Visser 38
Education: “I know Galard, Yeerkish, Hork-Bajir, English and some Andalite. I've studied Andalites enough to be knowledgeable about the species. 'Know your enemy well.' I am a veteran of the Hork-Bajir War, and I have put my blades to practice and use ever since. I have the skills of an elite, for that is what I am.”
Financial situation: “Funds? The Yeerk invasion force has plenty of ways to acquire human coinage. If I need it, I just take it. Of course I do not spend frivolously, like some fools.”
Physical:
Hair Colour: Dark Brown (human host)
Hair Length: Short and curled (human host)
Eye Colour: Grayish Blue (human host)
Height: 6'3” (human); 7'6” (Hork-Bajir)
Weight: 223 lbs. (human); 343 lbs. (Hork-Bajir)
Race: Yeerk
Personal Style: “Style? Of what importance is that? My 'style' relies more on usability. I have no need for pretty little baubles. As for hosts, I prefer Hork-Bajir, though an Andalite would suit my needs and desires more.”
Detailed Description:
In appearance, Grel is large for a Hork-Bajir. Seeing as the Yeerk controlling her is wise, and relatively old for a Yeerk, she seems to have an intelligent and commanding gleam in her eyes. She stands at a bit over seven feet tall. Her taut leathery skin is a medium shade of green with darker green speckles upon it; this all has a hint of grayish-brown in it as well. Battle-scars streak its surface. Her head, with two forward-swept horns upon it—denoting her a female—ends in a beak-like mouth. It swivels upon a long, serpentine neck. Within her mouth are his small, serrated teeth for chewing bark, and a wormy tongue.
Her torso is massive, and is built strong, with powerful arms ending in claw-like hands with opposable thumbs extending from it. Her body ripples with muscles, for her Yeerk keeps her in tip-top shape. Set upon these are the arm- and wrist-blades, sharp, green menaces jutting out from her skin. Her stomach region is like her neck: serpentine. It extends down to two legs, bent backwards at the knee and ending in three-toed, theropod feet. A long tail juts out from her back, ending in a pointed blade, with a second beneath it.
Leoff, the typical Yeerk he is, appears as a grayish-green slug-like creature of about two inches long. He is covered in a layer of slime. He possesses antennae-like protrusions referred to as palps, extending from his “head”, as well as, where his mouth would be, two protrusions that absorb nutrients from the pool. When he must take a human host, he infests a large man named Steve Gerrick. The man is ex-military, and is a captive, used only for Leoff, who spends most of his time in his Hork-Bajir. In this host, normally, he wears business suits, being simple in style.
Personality
Strongest personality traits: “I keep things organised. I can tell if something is out of order or someone is not supposed to be there, and even if I cannot, I make sure my guards can. I make sure things get done, and under my command, they do—for anyone who fails me suffers a fate worse than death. Hosts are useful, and I do not waste them as my commding officer does. But Yeerks reproduce by the poolfull, and I am not afraid to let my subordinates know that.”
Weakest personality traits: “Esplin has become volatile. He kills anyone, even the most useful, that fail or anger them even if there was nothing they could do. It is saddening, but as friends, we have drifted apart, and our relationship is more that he finds me useful. And no-one is perfect, not even I. But when I fail, I make a lackey pass the word on. So far, it has allowed me survival, but there is constantly a prickling of fear in the back of my neck. Even worse is that I do not know the ambitions of the other Yeerks. Who can I trust, in this Empire? Very few Controllers, actually...”
Needs of the character: “My needs are very little. Most of all, I need to keep my host's head on her shoulders, and therefore, I need success.”
Ambitions: “I've never been a really ambitious Yeerk. Rising in the ranks seems appealing, but I would prefer above all of that a powerful Andalite host, a male, morph-capable warrior preferred. Their tails are faster than the eye can see, and they can see in all directions. They can morph into any creature they touch. They are the enemy, and most appealing as a host!”
Interests and hobbies: “Hobbies? Interests? What a waste of time. I enjoy doing my job, and I do it good. Every three days, I enjoy swimming in the pool, though that is not just something I enjoy, but a necessity for survival. What else? I enjoy torture...ah, it feels good to torment those that deserve it.”
Possessions this character values most: “My most treasured possession is Grel Dermot. She is a Hork-Bajir, a powerful one I selected myself. And I cannot discount my weapons, specifically the mini Dracon-cannon I use her strength to carry.”
What drives your character: “For the Empire! And most of all, for my old friend Esplin.”
How does your character handle conflict: “Conflict? Honestly, it depends on the situation. Be mor specific, please.”
What are your character's prejudices: “Andalites, so high-and-mighty, parading around as though they own the galaxy. I cannot stand their arrogance, yet I desire to have one for myself!”
How does your character feel about love: “Love is a waste of time, and frowned upon in the Yeerk Empire.”
About crime: “Crime? It is something to be exploited, like everything else.”
What is your character's philosophy on life: “The strong will always rule over the weak. The organised, over the disorganised.”
History
A Yeerk with a seemingly flawless track record, Leoff was born sometime before the Hork-Bajir War, as ships were orbiting the Hork-Bajir world. His first host was a Gedd, but after proving himself to be knowledgeable and useful, he was given a Hork-Bajir, and trained in the art of combat. He seemed almost natural with his blades, loving the strength, the balance that came with the Hork-Bajir. He served under a subvisser by the name of Damas 284. The subvisser was highly valued, but sometime after the Andalites used the Quantum Virus, Damas...changed.
When went renegade—and a few of his underlings with him—Leoff stayed true to the Empire. And he swore that someday, he would destroy Damas. Or see him destroyed. His next assignment was manning the weapons station in a Blade ship, a task he exceeded in exceptionally well. It gave him great joy when he got the chance to fire on the Andalite filth, watching as fighters exploded in a ball of flame and twisted metal. He served in this position for about four years, before being assigned to the Taxxon Homeworld, as a guard at a spaceport. He was so efficient with what he did, that soon, he was second-in-command of security, under none other than Esplin 9466, then Subvisser Seven. He would continue to serve under the Subvisser as he became Visser Thirty-Two in his new Andalite host, and while serving under him, noticed the changes that washed over the Andalite-Controller.
As a subvisser serving under Visser Three, the Hork-Bajir-Controller was sent with his forces to Earth. And there he served, declining to take a human host unless he needed to. But the human host he picked taught him enough about humans and Earth to get by with when he needed to. When the “Andalite bandits” suddenly started causing the Yeerks trouble, Leoff vowed that he would find a way to stop them...
Sample RP:
<Subvisser, make sure these troops are ready to go.>
When the Visser gave an order, you just did it, not stopping to say, “Yes, Visser,” or something of the sort. The subvisser nodded his host’s head quickly to the Visser, already moving to his men, ordering them into the U-Haul trucks. Two large U-Haul trucks—plenty of Hork-Bajir-Controllers for the capture of two Andalites. Or so, Leoff hoped. Actually, it was quite a bit of Controllers. And a third truck, reserved for the ten-foot-long Taxxon-Controllers that were to be cleanup crew, not to be released until the battle was over. Leoff motioned to the Controllers to start boarding the trucks, and the drivers to get into the front seats. What humans wouldn’t fit into the limousine would ride with the Hork-Bajir, and the drivers were, obviously, human. The subvisser himself stepped into the second U-Haul truck of Hork-Bajir once they were done loading. There was a section of the Yeerk pool which led to an exit/entrance that was within a parking garage of a building owned by the Yeerks—that was what they’d be using.
Leoff only hoped it wasn’t too late. He could very well lose his own head if he failed this—whether at the tail of an Andalite, or the very Visser he served. He thought about what he knew. They were operating off of the belief that either McFadden was compromised or aiding the Andalites. It could, however, be a trap. He looked at the handheld computer in his claw. The blinking dot was still on the McFadden mansion. Leoff couldn’t see out the window, but that was good, because humans couldn’t see inside, either—they didn’t want to have to cover up a mess, after all. And humans weren’t ready to see an alien. Not until the Council approved the Visser’s pleas for open war, if they ever did. That would be a glorious day; Esplin was brilliant with tactics of outright war. But to the matter at hand...
An opening retracted, and the vehicles travelled up an incline, up into a parking garage. This section was always off-limits to all but those who had access—luckily, they were owned by the Yeerks, or rather Leoff in particular, who had seen to their construction. As the last vehicle left the Yeerk pool, the inclined floor slid up, and the Controller manning it nodded to the trucks. Leoff kept his gaze on the computer, as they made their way out into what was a very human world, sounds of traffic, honking horns, and barking dogs all around. And then...the dot disappeared. Leoff growled. “They’re on to us...” the Hork-Bajir-Controller said. Not that it wasn’t to be expected. He leaned back on his tail; it was getting stuffy in this place with all these Hork-Bajir. But the subvisser dismissed these thoughts. They were the impulses of his host-body, his vessel which constantly fought him and lost every time, Grel the Hork-Bajir.
He decided it was a good idea to go over what information he had on the mansion. He had made sure to include a servant who had been working at the mansion. Now one of their own, a Yeerk slug wrapped around her head. Since they were on the road, and it would be a short while but a while, Leoff stepped through Hork-Bajir that shifted so that he could pass without being cut by their blades, and found this person, who looked positively scared—and he did not blame her, even the Yeerk, being surrounded by bladed Hork-Bajir—but her gaze turning respectful as he approached. “Subvisser,” she said dutifully.
“Brief me on the specifics of this mansion,” he said. And the rest of the ride—for the subvisser, at least—was used learning everything this servant knew about the mansion. Leoff wished he had infested her temporarily himself, back at the pool, so he could have had a more detailed description. But there hadn’t been enough time, so this would have to do. Another human stood at his side; this human was a male, with black, curly hair. He attended the middle-school. He was actually the human that had witnessed the Andalite ship crashing—and lived to tell about, only by the fact that he’d escaped. He remained silent and respectful, averting his host’s gaze from the subvisser.
When the trucks parked themselves in the street near McFadden’s estate, Leoff awaited the Visser’s orders. He knew he had to be informed that the tracking device was gone—either Atran/her host had been eliminated, or just the device had. But Leoff was never the bearer of bad news, and that was probably one reason he was alive. The human boy was perhaps the most useless here; a civilian, in fact, resided within his head. Soldiers, in Leoff’s opinion, held priority. And he had already filed a detailed report on his experience. “You,” he told the human-Controller. “You will go to the Visser. And tell him that we have lost the signal of the tracking device.”
The human-Controller gulped, but went to do as asked. You don’t defy the Subvisser—rumours were abound about the things Leoff did to those that disobeyed.
Behind the Mask
Name: Crimea River
Age: 23
Experience: Been roleplaying textually on and off since I was fourteen years of age.
Other Characters: I intend to bring my Andalites—Jamilan and Forlin—and as well, I may apply for Tobias. Don't have any characters on here yet.
