Obediah Hamilton is a man without rules, boundaries, or even a predictable agenda. His every day is ruled by chaos, and he has found a way to thrive in what most would consider sheer insanity. His only constant is that he can always be found wearing his signature black studded leather duster.
He was born in a small town in Texas, or so he claimed, and decided a planned future was better left to the robotic meatbags of society. This meaning that his family had plans for his future, and he rejected anything having to do with a plan. It was the idea of predicting the future when one had no basis in which to do so. He accepted the idea of an agenda; but not one that set a schedule of events. He likes chaos, as it is only in the moment of duress can you truly be who you are. You are not bound by social restraints or moral duress, you can truly say what is on your mind and be who you are meant to be.
He now wanders around in seeming a daze, often spotted in various national parks and the back trails of the forests. He usually traveled alone, preferring the silence of his surroundings in which to identify potential threats. He is calculating, decisive, and oddly enough jovial despite his rather gothic dress.
He shaved his head once he began his travels, and it is clear in the occasionally seen stubble that the reason was sheer destiny. His eyes are a piercing blue, especially considering the shadows usually surrounding them. He has a somewhat pointed chin, yet his jawline is strong against his lean cheeks. He has a beard that starts just at his midear, and all the way along his jawline. When asked, he usually would reply his hair had migrated south, never to return to his exposed cranium. Sometimes he wears a wide rimmed black hat should the sun get overly glaring, and that also explains his pale complexion. He wears fingerless leather gloves and a black long sleeved shirt under the jacket, as well as black jeans to complete his night-blending attire. His boots are of course black leather, as is most of his attire. He has a black leather belt with a small pouch containing who really knew what other then his arm can disappear quite a ways into it. His lower lip is pierced with a gauge protruding out of his lower lip as if a soul patch to accent his chin. His beard did not stop at his mouth, but it did not climb up the sides of his lips either; creating a completely separate mustache beneath his nose. Overall he appears gothic, and can usually be found listening to industrial bands such as vnv nation, wumpscut, agonoize, dioxyde, apoptygma berzerk, and suicide commando; as well as various other European based bands. He doesn't enjoy much American music other then some random classics that may surprise you. He has twin gauges in his ears, and twin Two Star Lines leading up from his eyes. The line across his bald head, while most consider some type of painted on line; is in fact another tattoo; as too are the twin crescents accenting his cheeks.
Hes easily approachable , in that his behavior is nonthreatening. He keeps his hands in his jacket pockets usually, unless smoking of course, and he enjoys a good conversation. He is not new to the swamp, for he has been here in many ways before ever stepping into the park itself.
He appears human in all regards, and somewhere in his mid twenties. Its hard to tell considering he lacks any lines on his face and his hair, despite it only being in his beard, is solid black. He has somehow survived in this place for many years, so it is uncertain if his racial deficiency has any real effect on his grasp of the magical world.
He has spent many years traveling the world, plying his trade in illusions to the masses for traveling money required in this day and age. He does talk of times when the world instead traded things instead of bought or sold them, so his true age remains a question to be answered only through getting to know him extensively; which is rather hard due to his chaotic nature. He can make a small cottage appear out of nowhere, and just as easily make it vanish with a wave of his hand. An experienced wizard would chalk his abilities up to magic, and yet he uses no components or gestures. He usually doesn't even speak his intention before simply waving his arm in the direction he desires. As such, many travelers find his ability to alter his surroundings a much desirable effect, yet for him it is only an action. He claims everyone can do such things, if they would only accept that they cannot control it.
Feel free to approach him with anything in mind, he is up for anything and everything. Just don't judge him for being human, despite his ability to change it should he wish too. But you never know, he may only end up turning you into something else in the process.
His favorite tune to use when running from predators? Apoptygma Berzerks' Non stop Violence. Believe me, and catch me if you can!!
His Face:
His Jacket:
His Gauntlets (Bracer and Gloves) *Note these are on both hands:
His Boots:
I have not posted any sliders, and that's intentional. Don't you find it silly to know what someones' after before even speaking with them? Of course, some here absolutely must have them in order to plan a scene, to which I say; use your imagination. I'm open to most things, sans Scat, Watersports, and Disposal. Aside from the three mentioned no-no's, I'm pretty much open to anything. Of course if you must know more, feel free to ask!