Sennet "Sent" Pryor

THE BASICS;;
NAME: Sennet Pryor
AGE: 4.3 Kennens (roughly 13 Earth years)
SEX: Male
SPECIES: Beondan
HOMEWORLD: Beon
CODENAME: N/A
ALIASES: Sent
AFFILIATION: Civilian
STATUS: Arriving on Legion World!
CANON: Nope!
PLAYBY: Karkat Vantas - Homestuck



THE GOOD STUFF;;



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Standing at just about average for a Beonan, Sent is 3'8", weighing roughly 60 pounds. His skin is the grey pallor that is the color of his planet, crowned with a messy mop of pure black hair, curling down at its longest to just about his ears. Atop that hair are a pair of orange and yellow horns that resemble the ancient Earth candy called ‘candy corn’, and on his face are a pair of black lips, worried and worn from his jagged teeth, sharp enough to puncture a human’s skin, and slightly poking out of his mouth, as if there isn’t enough room for them all. His eyes are completely yellow, with a black pupil and no iris, his fingernails are in actuality claws, jet black ones, and his ears come to a very slight point.

Clothing-wise, he typically wears a long-sleeve black sweater, occasionally just a shirt, that’s a touch big on him, allowing him to curl into it if necessary, and he wears a pair of grey bottoms underneath that, tucked into a pair of clunky black boots, which, along with matching his sweater, are also too big for him. He likes to stick to the basics like that, rarely wearing any other form of clothing.

Typically, Sent is the kind of person that’s hard to spot. He’s small compared to most, which definitely helps with that, and he has a habit of ‘going turtle’ and retreating into his sweater when things get too much for him. He keeps a very watchful eye, always looking, his hands usually fiddling with someone, teeth usually worrying at his lip, or his mouth open in awe, because wow, these places are so amazing… A cute little fella.

PERSONALITY: Sent is, to put it mildly, quiet. He’s reserved, and while not shy, he isn’t a sociable one, preferring to curl up in the corner and observe people, indulging his great curiosity in that way, rather than mingle with them. His voice is barely above a whisper, at all times, scarcely speaking up (which can prove to be a detriment when in a louder situation), and he’s very accustomed to the mantra of ‘males should be seen, and not heard’. Very polite, he does his best to treat everyone with respect, though it has taken a bit of a road bump in how to treat them, on earth.

Among females, he’s deferential, never speaking unless spoken to, very hesitant, and is kind of skittish and fearful around them, not wanting to upset them, and doesn’t particularly want to be around him, if he can help it. Around males, he’s polite, but more relaxed, but around males that hold any sort of position of power… He’s at a loss to how to treat them. Like males? Like females? What does one do in that sort of situation? Very confusing for the young Beonan.

He’s both a lover and a touchy-feely person, he must admit. Once someone has made physical contact with him, he takes to it like a fish to water, completely willing to touch them, and relishing in the closeness. Sent finds it very easy to trust people, and consider them friends, and while he is certainly one that rarely, if ever, takes offense, if you insult his friends, or hurt them… One angry little ball of fury, coming right at you. In such cases, when he actually gets angry (which typically only happens when, as stated, someone harms his friends), he acts on utter impulse, growling and lashing out, not even thinking, though he can actually somewhat fight, then. Thankfully, it’s a rare occurrence.

Typically, he’s one of the most quiet, calm individuals you will meet, but at the same time… Earth is drastically different from Beon, in the huge people, the busyness, the simple overwhelmingness of it all… When that happens, he’s prone to retreat like a turtle into his sweater, shrinking further down and in, so as to avoid any more interaction. Sometimes… It’s just too much for him. As a whole, though, Sent is a quiet, polite individual who is very loyal to his friends, and, in addition… wants to feel what it’s like to be a hero. To have a role, someplace. To actually be important. Can you imagine the feeling?

POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES:

• Durability – While he certainly isn’t invulnerable, Sent is a heck of a lot more durable than your average being. It takes a lot to puncture his skin, so even while he may be tossed around and hurt, it’s unlikely that his skin will show much up it, being very unlikely to be scraped. The two things that are such to puncture it are fellow Beonans’ claws and teeth, and his face is definitely his more sensitive part, more prone to getting messed up than the rest of him.
  
  
• Enhanced Senses – Beonans typically have really good senses, and Sent is no exception. Touch is extremely intense to him, able to feel so much, which is probably why he relishes in it, he can taste so much in every bite of food, smell so much in the air around him, hear each thundering step going by him, see so far, and in pretty much any conditions… He’s definitely very good there.
  
  
• Claws and Teeth – While definitely not the strongest or sharpest on his planet, or period, Sent’s got some pretty mean claws and teeth on him. A bite’ll definitely puncture skin, and if he’s got a good enough grip in an easier location, like an arm, with a weaker person, he might be able to snap a bone. Claw-wise, they’re also going to puncture skin (of course, not taking any of the opponent’s additional durability into thought), possibly leaving scars, depending on how deep he can get it, and both his claws and teeth can be absolutely horrid when inflicted on some areas (like eyes, for example) of the body.
  
  
• Sneaky – His size and his skin color honestly help him blend into his surroundings quite well, and he’s often a hard one to find (hide and seek? In the basket, for sure), easily able to deftly avoid people and scuttle along places that he maaaay not be allowed in. Definitely good for gathering information, or simply satisfying his natural curiosity, it’s quite handy to not let others see you.

WEAKNESSES:

• Fighting – Sent… doesn’t know how to fight. Period. :’D It’s never been something he’s done before, so while he can follow his instincts and lash out, fighting easily the rare times he’s angry… When he’s not angry (read: most of the time), he has noooo idea what he’s doing. Expect to see his butt thoroughly thrashed, pretty much every time he tries to actually fight and doesn’t just dodge.
  
  
• Fish out of Water – Everything is extremely foreign to him, right now. All this advanced technology, not having to be ‘seen, not heard’, this wide variety of people… Earth, and this whole galaxy, in particular, is so different, so foreign, and he doesn’t know what to do here. Expect lots of confusion, lots of retreating into his sweater like a turtle, and lots of just plan not knowing what the heck to do. He just doesn’t know what to do.
  
  
• Physically – Physically… Sent isn’t very impressive. He doesn’t really have muscles, not able to run fast, or life strong things, and, well, is just physically plain. He can’t pack a punch, whatsoever, he’s suuuuper unlikely to be able to outrun anyone, and is more than likely to get caught, which is why he tends to hunker down and hide, if he needs to. Cause he really can’t do much of anything else.
  
  
• Quiet – While many people would argue that being quiet, well, isn’t a weakness, in Sent’s case, it kinda is. For one, there’s the sheer fact that in a loud place, you may not even be able to hear him. Or know he’s even talking. Such as a battlefield, for instance. In addition, he’s extremely unlikely to stand up in any way, shape or form to females, even if he feels he’s in the right and their wrong, instinctively terrified that he’ll step on their toes in some manner, so that doesn’t help, and, finally, it’s unlikely he’d defy orders, ever, even if they were the stupidest orders ever, or he had better information on what to do. Especially if they came from a female.

GOALS: Currently, he wants to just… get to know this place where he’s at, all these confusing and different things. He wants to explore it all, every nook and cranny of earth, and every piece of Legion World, if he can…

HISTORY: Sent was born as one of the weaker Beonans, struggling to get out of his shell when he was born, something which immediately showed his parents that he was male. Everyone would agree that it was the right thing to do, to let the weaker male never escape from his shell, and yet… His parents were a touch more progressive than most, breaking the egg themselves and allowing their little boy out. He was named Sennet, Sennet Pryor, although his mangling of his name at a young age caused him to be called ‘Sent’. He liked it, as he grew, and it stuck.

For the most part, his early life was normal, for a Beonan. His Kree (father) taught him at home, as was the norm for all males, but friend-wise… The closest other Beonan his age was a girl that was a half Kennan older, and she scared him. He had already learned by that, that around females other than his Kraa (mother), you were respectful, deferential, because they were stronger and more important, and with her… She always completely disregarded that type of societal rules, and frequently dragged Sent off to play, and have fun.

He did have fun, and he enjoyed playing with her, but he always felt as if it was not right, as if he shouldn’t be, but he was too scared to speak up to her about it. Over time, he grew more accustomed to her, relaxing around her like he did with his Kraa, but that fear of upsetting females and thus getting in trouble stuck with him, far beyond his early years.

Barring her, though, Sent didn’t have many friends, merely other skree (children) that he hung out with on occasion, nothing close. His sheer quietness didn’t help in that factor, a quirk of his that he couldn’t shake, not wanting to be too loud. All in all, his existence wasn’t bad, wasn’t amazing, either, but he enjoyed life. Things made sense, things were good, all that.

And then the Kwai came.

The Beonans had never travelled off-planet, simply from two desires: They didn’t want to, and because of that lack of want, they really hadn’t progressed far in the making of vehicles and the lack that could go into the rest of space. The Kwai, however, the nomadic travelers… were exploring their galaxy, now that the Progeny were defeated. To alert others in hiding that they were safe, to find out who was there… Not straying too far, of course, but still exploring, the more rambunctious young ones.

And Sent was fascinated by them.

Most went to go talk to their leaders, the Tettan, but a few stayed behind for him and his fellow skree, talking to them, communicating… And they were like equals. A hesitant inquiry from Sent found that no, females were not stronger, they were not better, there were not more. They were completely equal, in everything, and the young skree was awe-struck, peppering them with questions, probably the most that he ever spoke at the same time in his lifed.

There was another galaxy out there, yes. Yes, they’re also equal. We can find things, wherever they may be. …Yes, we can take you there, if you want to leave. He still had a little bit to go, til his fifth Kennen, 2/3 of it left to go, but… his Kree and Kraa would willing to let him go, willing to let him leave with those rambunctious young Kwai that would take him, via a threshold, to Earth.

Earth. It sounded so wonderful already.


THE NITTY-GRITTY;;
SCREENNAME: Poet
Time spent roleplaying: 5-ish years?
Other Characters: None right now!

RP Sample: Earth was so… different.

Sent stood, partially hidden by the corner of the building, as he peered out at the multitudes of people that stepped about. They were all so different, with not a single one looking the same. No Beonans, not at all, and most people were so tall, towering above him and the thought made him shrink back a touch further, head retracting slightly into his sweater, so that the top ended up covering his mouth and chin. So many people, so busy… It was such a drastic change from Beon’s quiet, peaceful streets that he almost wanted to turn around, find one of those teleport things and go home.

But… he couldn’t. If he went back home… It would all be the same, no change, no change at all, and he wasn’t sure if he could do that. Be quiet, be seen and not heard, just crumple into the background… No, he didn’t want that. Not at all. Exhaling slightly, his sweater causing the warm of his breath to bounce back right at him, he stepped out from his ‘hiding spot’.

It was like a swarm of insects cascading over him, around him, and for a moment, he felt a slight shiver of panic go through him, of what am I doing and I can’t do this flitting through, before sharp teeth sunk into his black lip, and he stepped all the way over to the wall, yellow eyes narrowed as he carefully walked, trying not to brush anyone.

He could feel the noise overwhelm him, so many scents tickle at his nose, the vibration from so many feet from such heavy people rippling through him, see so much, taste the difference in the air... Just keep moving. Just keep moving.

He was pretty sure that the Science Police were this way…