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Name: Seven
Occupation: The Worst Poet In The World
Race: Mostly human. His mum... altered herself, and some of that trickled down to Seven, although not as much as his siblings. The only notable differences between Seven's species and that of an ordinary human is that his eyes have golden irises and he has zero alcohol tolerance. One sip of the lightest of white wines will end with him being unconscious for hours. He definitely got the short end of the stick compared to his siblings(who have everything from semi-useful bestial features to natural magical powers to the ability to breath out poison gas to natural stealth talents). Then again, his atrocious poetry might stem from his species. Only Mum knows...
Hit Points: 4+1=5
STRENGTH: 1(Seven definitely got the short end of the stick. On average, his siblings are much better than him with regard to STRENGTH. The only exception is capable of raising armies of the undead using his spit, so it doesn't matter so much...)
DEXTERITY: 2(Seven's dexterity has definitely improved. Mostly because of the many assassination attempts tried on him by his siblings since Mum ordered him killed)
INTELLEGENCE: 4(Seven is a lot smarter than his siblings. It's rather strange that he can't consciously use that to make his poetry better.)
Skills:
Lethal Poetry: Seven's poetry is so bad that it can be lethal(or cause injuries). Most of a time directly reading this is necessary to get the effect, but every once in a while... one day, Seven wrote a poem so bad that it killed anyone who read it via internal bleeding and spasms. Other than himself. That day, a lot of people died after reading the news. How, exactly, he managed to get it into the newspapers is still unknown. Pity none of his siblings died from it.
Psychological Warfare Poetry: Other times... it's not so lethal, and more like just plain mind breaking. One Tuesday... let's just say Mum didn't want Ten behaving like a muskoxen, and Three being unable to speak her native language... and Nine becoming convinced that banana creme pie was poison...
Art of Oration: Seven has managed to improve his diction, at least. When he speaks, especially to read poetry, it's going to be loud and clear.
Special Abilities:
The WORST Poetry: Seven is mentally incapable of writing "good" poetry. Whenever he writes a poem, the entirety of his mental capabilities are devoted to making it BAD, no matter if he wants it to be good or not. He can control, partially, how it's bad, but just how bad it is varies. The only way Seven's going to write "good" poetry is if he becomes stupid.
Unfortunately, his dream is to be the best poet in the world.
It's also worth noting, that, for some unfathomable reason, he is completely unaffected by the horribleness, lethal or otherwise, of his poetry. Which just makes him more willing to try again and again to write a good poem.
Weapons, Armor, and Equipment:
His clothes, boots/shoes/whatnot... pocketknife... possibly cursed... rotting dignity...
And a somewhat large and mostly blank book labeled "Booke of Poetry", which he only writes the absolute worst of his poems in. Maybe one day he'll have a good poem to write in this book... but for now, it's basically his arsenal.
Money:
13(or 12, if the book's really that expensive) pieces of silver.
Character Background:
Mum. That was the first word of Seven. And that of his other(sixteen) siblings.
When Seven was six, Mum's birthday came around, and like every one of her birthdays, she told her story, only this time Seven remembered it.
"Once upon a time, there was a princess, a prince and a king. Now, the princess wanted to be the queen, the ruler of the kingdom! But no- the king decided that he wanted the prince to be king. As always. But this time, this princess didn't take the pain, she didn't surrender. She sought out a magic, the magic called Improvement. And she ate it, as it was meant to be used. And it made her better. Teleportation! Shapeshifting! Horrendous scars! Independent thought! And she wrought a coup! But unfortunately, she failed. Despite her heroics in the pursuit of becoming the queen, she failed. There were simply too many guards protecting the king and prince. And with that, the foolish king sentenced her to exile. And now- you see me. I've had children! And my Improvement has passed down to you! Each and every one of you is gifted, in different ways, sure, but all useful, all worthy of being my sons, daughters, and future nobles! And sooner or later, there will be enough of us! And we will take back the kingdom! Together!"
It took a while for Seven to realize that his Mum was a bit crazy.
It took longer for him to escape the insane household he previously lived in.
A long time later, Two, sent him a message(in partial violation of Mum's orders).
"Seven. Mum's putting her plans in motion. And part of them requires eliminating or brainwashing you-she can't have you spoiling them by explaining things to the King. Now, if you surrender to us and rejoin us, I might be able to convince her that execution or brainwashing of you is a bad idea, and we can rule together. Please don't make this difficult."
Now, Seven needed to get stronger, more powerful, more horrid of a poet. And he needed allies. He knew he couldn't stop Mum and her Family from taking over [insert kingdom name here] unless he had more skill and allies. Hence, he came here.