ARE YOU READY? :: Ambrose

Name: Ambrosia “Ambrose” Acheron (candidate, Chaos, Entropy, ‘Ammy’)
Age | Sex: 144 (16, c. 1868) | male
Species | Ethnicity: human up for being the deity of Entropy/ ‘candidate’ | unknown
Height | Weight: 5’8’’ | 168 lb.
Occupation | Team Role: thief, student at #AALC | main fighter/ strategist/ leader
Continuity | Creation Age: has broken the forth wall (so, everything) | nearly two years
In One Word: Frank

Personality: brutally truthful about everything to the point of refreshing, Ambrose endures any and all turmoil without fail, without fail. He has to be headstrong; the boy hears THEM in his head all the time, each one vying for a different approach or action. So, screw Them. Damn Them to whatever hell They could be damned to. Refuses to sleep ever again. Can be rather stubborn in general.
*The Powers That Be will merely be watching, giving commentary that only Ammy can hear. No interference.
---relationship with The Creator: Knows her, worries about her. Trying to better her.
---relationship with Damian: Bears bitter respect for. Concerned about him rubbing off on Creator.
---relationship with Kiv: LOATHES. Alpha versus Omega, eldest versus youngest. Wants the best for Creator but, as with Damian, worries that the boy’s existence only makes things worse.

+Abilities/ -Weaknesses:
+ enduring pain, willpower in general
+ pickpocketing, thievery
+ agility, speed
+ strategy, resourcefulness
- coinage <3 Very much an obsession; all coins he sets sights on belong, in his mind, to him.
- is seen as a giant spider by anyone that does not know his name (hence the nametag)
--> all based on perception: how you’re seen is how you are, even if you view yourself as human
--> when one learns/ knows his name, he’s seen as a human
--> for more detailed referencing, see Goliath Bird Eating Spider at your own risk
- cannot swim
- general motion sickness
- THEIR voices (schizophrenia)
- confinement, pills . . . sleep.
- the fact that he’s semi-immortal (doesn’t age)

Speech Pattern: will not hold back on his thoughts; his is truthful to the point of it being painful or refreshing, depending on the situation. The boy curses like a sailor but will never say “God” or “Jesus,” be it with cursing or otherwise (he refuses to believe in such figures and, if they do exist, he doesn't want to go around insulting them).

In Battle: melee with plastic forks (the sad part is, you think I’m joking). All plastic forks in Ambrose’s hands have the damage potential of regular knives, throwing them with relative accuracy but much preferring to stab limbs until the opponent is immobile. Not the strongest of OCs; he uses speed and strategy to help with both thievery and fights.
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Wound Count: damn it, Ambrose
R0: left arm broken/ severely taxed