Post by ᏦᎥᏦᎥ ✎⋆｡°✩ on Nov 7, 2022 14:04:49 GMT
Name: Cornelius Van Pelt
Nicknames/Aliases: The Hunter, Furious George, Donkey Cuck
Gender: Male
Age: 53 at death; 169 total
Sexuality: Bisexual Demiromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Year of Birth/Death: January 6th, 1853; March 28th, 1906
Place of Birth: Bradford, Yorkshire
Classification: Sinner
Cardinal Sins/Virtues: Pride, Wrath; Diligence, Chastity
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Personality:
Eccentric and egotistical are two of the most common words used to describe Cornelius. He always seems to be in a chipper mood, despite his…macabre hobbies. So much so, that he would have the nerve to compliment a sinner on their taste in shoes while removing their paw while they were still conscious. He seems to have virtually no empathy for his fellow sinners in Hell once ‘the hunt is on.’ Excitable and determined, he has the time of his life hunting enticing sinners. He doesn’t even get upset should they escape or defeat him, because “You must be lucky to avoid the hunter every time... But the hunter... the hunter only needs enough luck to trap you once.”
Don’t be mistaken, though, Cornelius isn’t a barbarian. He has a life outside the hunt he enjoys very much. When he isn’t donning his classic safari gear, instead dressed in rather dapper clothing, he is relatively harmless. Much preferring to sit and read rather than chase and subdue. He finds the hunt is only rewarding if it is an extracurricular activity, not his life’s mission. When he isn’t hunting for sport, he’s a charming intellectual who enjoys conversing with whomever passes his way. And this could include demons he already attempted to hunt in the past. OR succeeded.
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History: A spoiled brat turned sociopath, Cornelius lived in the lap of luxury growing up. While his parents were aficionados of cultures and trophies long since past (his father being an avid fanatic of the Egyptomania phase) Cornelius much preferred to collect things that were once living. And nothing satisfied him more than obtaining these trophies with his own two hands. In the blink of an eye, he went from an adolescent socialite breaking necks and limbs of animals unfortunate enough to wander through his estate, to an accomplished and effective big game hunter.
Cornelius rejected social connections he was expected to maintain, such as being a diligent member of his family’s church or enter the dating sphere to court a future mother of his children. Personal pleasantries mattered very little to him, he was utterly fixated on the hunt. So much so, that’s where he spent nearly every penny that he could from his family’s estate on lavish trips abroad. Always bringing home a ludicrous amount of trophies in forms of pelts, mounted heads, paws, claws and more. This calculated cruelty went on for decades, his wrath slowly turning from the prey to his peers. Beginning by berating and abusing the indigenous guides on his hunts, Cornelius’ fate was sealed when he turned to lashing out at his hunting compatriots. That was when the line was drawn, and the party of both hunters and hosts decided it was time to give the monster what he deserved. In the dead of night, after slipping some sleep aid into his meal, the crew made the decision to abandon Cornelius in the lush jungles of the Congo. No compass, no tools, nothing. Just himself, his tent, and his hunting rifle.
Needless to say, the abandonment didn’t bode well for Cornelius. His mental state took a rapid nosedive as his greatest passion in life became his new standard of living. Hunt or be hunted. Living this life for five years, before meeting his end at the hands of a mountain gorilla, left him mentally disturbed. Hence his arrival in Hell being a cause for celebration rather than despair. Surrounded by sinners donned in fur, feather and scales, he felt more akin to a kid in a candy-store than a soul poised for eternal damnation and punishment.
Over time, Cornelius began acquiring apartment after apartment in a little neighborhood on the south side of Pentagram City. While he was willing to play the role of eager investor to some demons, the ones unfortunate enough to bear resemblance to beats were rather forcefully “evicted” from their residences. Cornelius had big plans with this strip of land. Or rather, plans for how to utilize the space beneath it…eventually leading to his massive underground hunting range. That is very lovingly and thoroughly utilized.
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Powers:
Venomous Bite: If he gets close enough, Cornelius has the chance to show off his nasty bite. Complete with venom that rapidly causes a rotting of the afflicted area. The size of his victim will impact how quickly the venom will take effect, and it doesn’t work on Hellborn Demons.
Call of the Wild: Not a power specifically, but an enchanted object he owns. A horn that resembles an elephant’s tusk and is designed to instill a primal fear into the demon he’s presently hunting. Its impact varies on the sinner’s mental fortitude.
Skills:
Ape Strength: Being a giant ape, essentially, it shouldn’t come as a shock that he’s got a tremendous amount of physical strength. Additionally, he has the ability to use his massive arms to quickly travel, given there are things to swing upon such as tree limbs or bridges. (He hates doing this because it's demeaning in his eyes, but sometimes it makes more sense than walking.)
Intellect: Had an educated upbringing, and a general wit about him which proved helpful in many of his hunts. Huntsman: Being a wild game hunter in life, Cornelius not only is a pretty consistent marksmen but he also possesses the ingenuity required for hunting game. Namely patience, some light trap making skills, as well as an acute ability to read tracks and trails left behind by fleeing sinners.
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Trivia:
His lumbering form is too big and bulky to allow him to swim.
He’s a total lightweight — if he has more than two glasses of wine, he loses control of himself and becomes rather foolish.
A fan of philosophy, Hobbes is by far his favorite author.
Cornelius is a massive germaphobe— its rare to see his hands gloveless. Certainly never in public.
He prefers tea to coffee. Caffeine gives him the jitters.
His voice claim is Nigel Thornberry because its funny.
You can tell right away if you need to be afraid of Cornelius or not — if he’s dressed in a charming suit with white gloves and spectacles, then he’s looking for a day of civility. If he’s donning his hunting garb, however…
Nicknames/Aliases: The Hunter, Furious George, Donkey Cuck
Gender: Male
Age: 53 at death; 169 total
Sexuality: Bisexual Demiromantic
Relationship Status: Single
Year of Birth/Death: January 6th, 1853; March 28th, 1906
Place of Birth: Bradford, Yorkshire
Classification: Sinner
Cardinal Sins/Virtues: Pride, Wrath; Diligence, Chastity
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Personality:
Eccentric and egotistical are two of the most common words used to describe Cornelius. He always seems to be in a chipper mood, despite his…macabre hobbies. So much so, that he would have the nerve to compliment a sinner on their taste in shoes while removing their paw while they were still conscious. He seems to have virtually no empathy for his fellow sinners in Hell once ‘the hunt is on.’ Excitable and determined, he has the time of his life hunting enticing sinners. He doesn’t even get upset should they escape or defeat him, because “You must be lucky to avoid the hunter every time... But the hunter... the hunter only needs enough luck to trap you once.”
Don’t be mistaken, though, Cornelius isn’t a barbarian. He has a life outside the hunt he enjoys very much. When he isn’t donning his classic safari gear, instead dressed in rather dapper clothing, he is relatively harmless. Much preferring to sit and read rather than chase and subdue. He finds the hunt is only rewarding if it is an extracurricular activity, not his life’s mission. When he isn’t hunting for sport, he’s a charming intellectual who enjoys conversing with whomever passes his way. And this could include demons he already attempted to hunt in the past. OR succeeded.
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
History: A spoiled brat turned sociopath, Cornelius lived in the lap of luxury growing up. While his parents were aficionados of cultures and trophies long since past (his father being an avid fanatic of the Egyptomania phase) Cornelius much preferred to collect things that were once living. And nothing satisfied him more than obtaining these trophies with his own two hands. In the blink of an eye, he went from an adolescent socialite breaking necks and limbs of animals unfortunate enough to wander through his estate, to an accomplished and effective big game hunter.
Cornelius rejected social connections he was expected to maintain, such as being a diligent member of his family’s church or enter the dating sphere to court a future mother of his children. Personal pleasantries mattered very little to him, he was utterly fixated on the hunt. So much so, that’s where he spent nearly every penny that he could from his family’s estate on lavish trips abroad. Always bringing home a ludicrous amount of trophies in forms of pelts, mounted heads, paws, claws and more. This calculated cruelty went on for decades, his wrath slowly turning from the prey to his peers. Beginning by berating and abusing the indigenous guides on his hunts, Cornelius’ fate was sealed when he turned to lashing out at his hunting compatriots. That was when the line was drawn, and the party of both hunters and hosts decided it was time to give the monster what he deserved. In the dead of night, after slipping some sleep aid into his meal, the crew made the decision to abandon Cornelius in the lush jungles of the Congo. No compass, no tools, nothing. Just himself, his tent, and his hunting rifle.
Needless to say, the abandonment didn’t bode well for Cornelius. His mental state took a rapid nosedive as his greatest passion in life became his new standard of living. Hunt or be hunted. Living this life for five years, before meeting his end at the hands of a mountain gorilla, left him mentally disturbed. Hence his arrival in Hell being a cause for celebration rather than despair. Surrounded by sinners donned in fur, feather and scales, he felt more akin to a kid in a candy-store than a soul poised for eternal damnation and punishment.
Over time, Cornelius began acquiring apartment after apartment in a little neighborhood on the south side of Pentagram City. While he was willing to play the role of eager investor to some demons, the ones unfortunate enough to bear resemblance to beats were rather forcefully “evicted” from their residences. Cornelius had big plans with this strip of land. Or rather, plans for how to utilize the space beneath it…eventually leading to his massive underground hunting range. That is very lovingly and thoroughly utilized.
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
Powers:
Venomous Bite: If he gets close enough, Cornelius has the chance to show off his nasty bite. Complete with venom that rapidly causes a rotting of the afflicted area. The size of his victim will impact how quickly the venom will take effect, and it doesn’t work on Hellborn Demons.
Call of the Wild: Not a power specifically, but an enchanted object he owns. A horn that resembles an elephant’s tusk and is designed to instill a primal fear into the demon he’s presently hunting. Its impact varies on the sinner’s mental fortitude.
Skills:
Ape Strength: Being a giant ape, essentially, it shouldn’t come as a shock that he’s got a tremendous amount of physical strength. Additionally, he has the ability to use his massive arms to quickly travel, given there are things to swing upon such as tree limbs or bridges. (He hates doing this because it's demeaning in his eyes, but sometimes it makes more sense than walking.)
Intellect: Had an educated upbringing, and a general wit about him which proved helpful in many of his hunts. Huntsman: Being a wild game hunter in life, Cornelius not only is a pretty consistent marksmen but he also possesses the ingenuity required for hunting game. Namely patience, some light trap making skills, as well as an acute ability to read tracks and trails left behind by fleeing sinners.
»»———————————————————————————————————————————————————————-
Trivia:
His lumbering form is too big and bulky to allow him to swim.
He’s a total lightweight — if he has more than two glasses of wine, he loses control of himself and becomes rather foolish.
A fan of philosophy, Hobbes is by far his favorite author.
Cornelius is a massive germaphobe— its rare to see his hands gloveless. Certainly never in public.
He prefers tea to coffee. Caffeine gives him the jitters.
His voice claim is Nigel Thornberry because its funny.
You can tell right away if you need to be afraid of Cornelius or not — if he’s dressed in a charming suit with white gloves and spectacles, then he’s looking for a day of civility. If he’s donning his hunting garb, however…