Post by Husk on Nov 17, 2020 14:26:15 GMT -6
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Name: Joshua Abraham Husker
Nickname: Husk
Canon or OC: Canon
Sexuality: Pansexual
Rank: Sinner
Demon/Angel Type: Cat
Year of Death: 1977
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Appearance:
Powers:
Flight: Husk's wings grant him the ability to soar through the sky as well as any bird like demon, though he rarely uses them for any serious flying because it messes with his 24/7 hangover. Still, when need be he will take to to the sky and build up the speed needed to swoop in and strike a deadly blow to an enemy.
Telekinesis: Husk has a very limited form of telepathy, nothing so significant as being able to life up a whole person or large object but he can levitate small items such as bottles, knives, and more often then not playing cards.
Feline senses: Husk has all the abilities one would expect from a large feline, heightened smell, taste, sight
Likes: Magic, alcohol, card games, kids, his bed,
Dislikes: Emotions, being vulnerable, people, self pity, cats, dogs, dolphins, rainbows, smiles, deep dish pizza, cruelty, chickens, ducks, flowers, sunlight, Christmas, Thanksgiving, himself, everything and everyone not listed in his 'likes'.
Friends/Relatives: Alastor, Niffty...sort of?
Personality:
Husk at surface value is a drunken cynic with misanthropic traits. For many around him he is unpleasant, grumpy, and apathetic to nearly everything around him. While he certainly is not out trying to make friends he doesn't really go out of his way to bully anyone, rather just casually existing in his own little universe minding his own business until someone approaches him and he either completely ignores them or lashes out. The cat demon is desensitized to most things in life and thus has a very similar reaction to most situations he finds himself in regardless of how bizarre or dire it might be.
Underneath the surface Husk at his core is a very empathetic person who's done his best to hide himself from the world as it has caused him nothing but heartache over the course of his time alive. For most of his life both on Earth and in Hell he uses alcohol as a means to keep himself in a state of numbness that lets him just ignore his problems. While he often rebukes and underplays his friendships as a means to cover up his compassion for others, it is an easy mask to see through, inevitably always coming through for others when push comes to shove. Due to his age Husk has a great deal of wisdom that perfectly compliments his role as the hotel's bartender. Husk in many ways embodies the jerk with a heart of gold trope, though he will never admit it.
History:
Joshua Abraham Husker was born June 27th 1939 in National Harbor Maryland. His childhood was typical, born to a family of American Patriots he spent his life a normal child who loved America, his birth during WWII only intensifying such thoughts. Even at a young age He had a love for magic shows and magicians, though his father often told him it was not a hobby successful men ever indulged, leading to Husker's transferring his love for magic to gambling and card games as he got older, though he always wanted to be a famous magician more then anything.
Unlike many of his peers Husk graduated from High school rather then simply start work early. As a young man he worked two jobs to help save up for Collège, eventually deciding to major in anthropology, his childhood nationalism fading away and being gradually replaced for a desire to learn about other people and cultures, leading to the hobby of learning new and exotic languages. This would eventually work against the young man however, as he would eventually be drafted in the US Army, his linguistic skills forcing the job of interrogator upon him. For three years Joshua carried out his duties in Vietnam whatever they might have been, he tortured and manipulated members of the Viet Cong and suspected members of the Viet Cong. Such a task proved to be a truly traumatic experience for the man, causing him to completely shut down during his time there, giving off the appearance of someone cold hearted and twisted. Given his last name Husker, and his reputation this would lead his comrades to call him 'Husk' in reference to the dry outer covering of fruits or seeds. The nickname stuck with him for the rest of his life.
Husk never recovered from his time in Vietnam, his idealism broken, his faith in humanity reduced to nothing, and his own ability to see himself as a good man forever tossed away as he could no longer look himself in the mirror knowing all he had done. Upon returning from war Husk was hated by the youth as much as he hated himself, encouraging him to shut himself away from the world, his alcoholism becoming even worse. For years he simply tuned out the world around him, being the only person that existed in his universe, never talking to anyone unless absolutely necessary until one day when taking out the trash, Husk slipped on an ice cube, falling back and landing on hard concrete on his head, killing him and sending him to Hell.
It was here Husk finally found some form of peace, feeling he was finally punished for the horrible things he did while in Vietnam. The only issues was that now he had been cursed with the body of some mangy cat, an animal he absolutely despised in his mortal life. Irritated and still emotionally broken Husk fit in well enough in Hell, so few people reached out to him that it was so easy to fall into old habits, setting up his own bar and casino Husk was able to live out his fantasy, a life of drinking and gambling for all Eternity...at least until a certain Radio demon walked into his life.
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About you.
About you.
Rp Alias: Finn
Preferred Pronouns: Him/He
Sample Rp:
The feline shuffled his deck of cars, standing behind the bar in solitude. He wasn't playing with anyone but the feeling of card in his hands had always been a small comfort, mixing them up in any combination of order. It was just something he did. The cat demon looked around the empty bar, wondering how much time he had before one of the others showed up to ruin his time.
" Fuck..." He said as he took a moment to press a single claw to his temple, his headache beginning to get the better of him. It was then Husk took out a bottle of peanut butter whiskey, gulping down a bit quickly. Nothing like alcohol to get rid of the symptoms of a hangover. Taking a few extra gulps before putting the bottle back he continued waiting, dealing his cards out, trying to see how quick he could build up a couple of neat and organized hands.
What was he even doing here? Al seemed so intent on him and Niffty helping him out with the Princess's pet project...but it seemed like such a waste of time. Why in the Hell was Lucifer's daughter of all people wanting to redeem sinners? Bullshit, she was doing this to get attention, no one would give a shit about sinners, as if they even deserved such compassion if it existed. Ridiculous, to think he was stuck here helping some stupid little attempt to rebel against Daddy. Of all the shit he had to deal with this was by far the most embarrassing.
And yet...he couldn't help but wonder if he might be proved wrong? Charlie did not seem like the average girl with daddy issues, there was a certain genuine aura about her that frightened the cat. What if she was honest, what if she truly did want the best for sinners? What were the implications of such an idea? And what was Al planning? More importantly, could he stand by whatever plans the radio demon had?