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Khaos Theory
GarnVerse
GarnVerse

Randle Pentecost

Played by Garn

Description

  • Identity

    Name: Randle Pentecost
    Gender: Male, he/him/his
    Age: Late 40s to mid 50s ♠     		Species: Hellfire Husk
    Subspecies: Cougar Feli
    Nationality: North-Ristian     		Alliance: Himself, allies
    Alignment: 'Lawful' Good
    Job: Private Detective ♠

  • Appearance

    An unusual figure, tall and heavy, bound to unsettle onlookers with his lifeless rubber skin and glowing mechanical eyes. Randle boasts the look of something explicitly dead and fearsome- and that's not something he's particularly proud of. Modeled after a cougar Feli, he has the typical athletic features of a predator, like muscular limbs and slender hips. He has big paws made for climbing and handiwork, equipped with retractable metal claws that can do some serious damage. His somewhat stiff, leathery skin fits tightly around his figure and is prone to peeling, while also repulsive of most types of paint, which forces him to stick with a grimy, eggshell-colored complexion. Randle's battered outer layer is the only thing that shields the outside world from his unsettling metal framing and the dark energies that run within it; although the latter still radiates through the glowing white irises in his dark eyes. While he's unable to bear 'real' scars,
    Height: 197 cm // 6ft 5"
    Weight: 277 kg // 610 lbs     		Eye Color: Glowing silver
    Hair Color: None, hairless

    Outfit
    Details
    • Health - There is no real health to speak of given that Randle's isn't an organism- however, all things considered, his body seems to be in an okay state.
    • Scent - Old leather and tobacco, with a smoky, metallic undertone. He usually adopts the smell of his surroundings, because he doesn't have a scent of his own.
    • Hygiene - Since he produces no bodily fluids, there's no need for Randle to wash off his own filth and sweat, though he prefers to clean his fake skin after instances of his cases turning messy.
    • Posture - Mostly solid, though slouching. His rusty old spine gives him the typical stance and movements of a middle-aged man.
    Equipment
    • Vintage OldTimer™ Snub-Nosed Revolver -
    • Gold Terrapin™ herbal cigarettes - Randle's all-time favorite; renowned for its heavy, musky and somewhat flowery smell, it is a nice if intense break from the scent of petrol, asphalt and smog that New Arcadia carries.
    • Needle and string - Since serious tears in his outer layer can cause a literal catastrophe, Randle holds onto his needle and string at all costs. Heating the needle is required to be able to push it through his skin, and string has to be of synthetic fibers, preferrably enchanted nylon.
    • Faux leather notebook - Due to having the tendency to make his notes in the heat of the moment, Randle doesn't actually use his notebook that often; he does, however, store most of his other scribbles between its pages.

  • Personality

    In a megapolis so rotten and corrupt as New Arcadia, decent morality is hard to find.
    Orientation: Asexual ♠
    Relationship Status: Not looking     		Handedness: Right-handed
    Social Behavior: Ambivert

    Mental
    • Mental Status - Stable enough.
    • Afflictions - Minor amnesia about past events,
    Details
    • Temperament -
    • Religion - Familiar with the Goddess's Holy Church by default, but doesn't seem to align entirely with its beliefs. However, Randle does seem to believe that a higher power of some sorts might exist.
    Preferences

    Likes - A good smoke, amiable social interaction, a mind-wracking puzzle, cities at night, succeeding, books and the knowledge they hold, occasional moments of solitude, wits, seeing other people do good, the smell of tobacco, philosophical problems, jazz music, small businesses, honesty, the finer arts,
    Dislikes - Dishonesty, discrimination of any kind, restlessness, not being able to help out, people abusing given help, his racial disadvantages, his immortality - while he does make jokes about it -, when clients refuse to cooperate, The Magical Hysteria, useless police assistance, liars, ignorance, commercial art and bad movies.

    • Hobbies - Taking strolls around town, making a mess of his office, smoking at any given moment and place, reading books of any kind, occasionally visiting old friends/clients, trying to nap without anyone noticing, having deep conversations with whoever is willing, taking notes that he will definitely lose or forget about, pondering.
    • Pet Peeves - Not being taken seriously, being called a 'cat', being asked weird and personal questions about his Husk heritage.
    • Fears - ...

    Strengths
    Awfully determined, logical brain of a genius, exceptionally durable body, noble in work and action, able to contain his emotions pretty well, defined moral compass, AI is infused with quite some common decency, courageous but not reckless, keen on learning new things, intelligent to a degree, moderately strong, keen hearing and smelling modules installed to match his Feli outer shell, practically immortal and unable to be killed by any normal means.
    Weaknesses
    Too stubborn for his own good, usually very scatter-brained when not working on a case, unintentionally intimidating due to size and alien appearance, prone to bouts of crabbiness, overconfident of his beliefs - takes a while to doubt his own assumptions, often neglects his specific personal care, wobbly memory, known to blindly trust anyone he pities, while physically indestructible his inner wiring is extremely delicate and easy to scramble, faltering reflexes.

  • Galleria

    • Another attempt at faces, not too shabby if I dare say so myself //
    • Toying around with a new style; could be worse, right? //
    • Aelrindel (drow) and Takoda (faun) belong to Adoni & Eterni respectively! //
    • Look at this handsome fool! CD gave me this marvelous masterpiece as a gift, all credit to her! //
    • No matter how hard he tries, Randle can't help but feel confronted by his own existence //
    • From the start in the early chapters of the GarnVerse Crossover, it was clear that Sprite and Randle would get along like a house on fire //
    • Look at the epic piece Mary made for our art trade! //
    • Nothing like a silly photoshoot with your friends and rival, eh? //
    • Of course the ol' Boomer Cat deserves one too, and I super thrilled with how it turned out! //
    • Look at the amount of TALENT on this artist! Never before did I see such a dashing, real-feeling take on this dude! //
    • On today’s piece we see Randle, in his relaxed fit, looking at a piece of unnamed fruit like he just saw it vent //
    • Bask in the beauty of this epic lil' misadventure of Rhydian (orange fox), Humphrey (dark gray fox), Randle & Sprite, where they bring upon themselves the doom of a hungry dragon's wrath! //
    • Life ain't easy if you're an immortal entity that would destroy reality if you ended your own misery; with the last star, the Husk can finally let himself be killed //
    • For a hard-boiled gumshoe like ol' Rando, the grind never ends, and the Day of Love is no exception! Kickass sketch gift by my buddy cri86, all creds to her for this!! //
    • Not that rare of a scowl for Randle, ever since he decided to team up with Sprite; no silly business when he's on the job, capiche?! Grumpy look aside, I bloody dig the amazing work Daz did on this portrait! //
    • An updated, even more intimidating version of Dazz's piece; my homie's a gift that keeps on givin', ayy? Even ol' Boomer detectives can be mean-lookin' sometimes ghehehe //
    • It ain't easy being the group dad if your posse consists of impulsive shapeshifters, reckless wolverines (Burt, (c) Cri86), playful foxes (Reyn, also (c) Cri86), funky albino boys & feral cannibals (Rene, (c) Leigh)!! //
    • Cris decided to gift Rando the uncover get-up of the century.. but he's not too hyped about it! Thanks for the fun doodle, mateyy!! //
    • No matter how much he runs from the truth, Randle knows that he's cursed to live forever and will see his friends die, one day //
    • From that one strange night in which Randle teamed up with a cannibal called Rene (@Leighoflight) and killed Clickjaw with him //