Character’s full name: Fathom Mesys Loren Angueille
Reason or meaning of name: "Fathom" is the mermish word for 'deep passion', "Mesys" is the mermish word for 'jewel', Loren is the masculine version of Lauren, Angeuille is eel in French.
Character’s nickname: Little Man, Fath
Reason for nickname: 'Little Man' because he was short as a kid,a nd didn't grow until he was around fourteen or fifteen, and Fath because it's the short version of Fathom.
Birth date: October 3rd, ????
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Age: 23
How old does he/she appear: Early twenties
Weight: Underweight for his age/height
Height: 5'10"
Body build: Lean, but on the thinner side
Shape of face: Diamond
Eye color: Yellow
Glasses or contacts: No, but he needs them
Skin tone: Black/brown with cooler undertones
Distinguishing marks: A scar that warps the left part of his top lip
Predominant features: Bright yellow eyes and cat-like pupils
Hair color: Black with blue highlights
Type of hair: 4c
Hairstyle: Twists
Voice: Medium pitch, mumbly
Overall attractiveness: Decently attractive, like it's obvius he's good looking and not oblivious to it
Physical disabilities: None
Usual fashion of dress: Darker colours, very bio-punk inpired, pulls elements from pirate fashion as well.
Favorite outfit: His shredded shirt over a blue top, with his patched trench coat, on top of ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, and sturdy platforms with silver clasps.
Jewelry or accessories: Fathom has various piercings on both ears, a spetum ring, angel bites, and an eyebrow piercing. He also wears a few rings, most resembling tentacles. All his jewellery is silver.
PERSONALITY
Good personality traits: Creative, passionate, funny, caring, good sense of justice
Bad personality traits: Aloof at times, stubborn, addict, can get extremely angry out of nowhere
Mood character is most often in: Pensive
Sense of humor: Dark and dry
Character’s greatest joy in life: Writing
Character’s greatest fear: Losing his twin brother
Why?: His brother is his other half, he doesn't remember life without him because there never has been one. He can't envision a future without Lagan. He won't.
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: If he lost his twin brother, since it would force him to exist in a world he never prepared for. It would force him to accept he can't keep people alive by clinging to them. If he ever lost Lagan, it would change him.
Character is most at ease when: He's writing or riding around the Sumps on his hoverboard.
Most ill at ease when: He's in Piltover or in the vicinity of enforcers.
Enraged when: Someone harms a child near him, or someone he views as defenceless or innocent.
Depressed or sad when: He hates the reminder of the unfair society he lives in, he works tirelessly with The Lost Ones to change it, but it all feels so hopeless sometimes.
Priorities: Survive.
Life philosophy: Dreaming is the first part of change.
If granted one wish, it would be: Peace and Unity to the Nation of Zaun.
Why?: Fathom is very proud of his home and his people, even if his family was from the Serpent Isles, he is a Zaunite through and through and nobody could make him ashamed of that. He wants nothing but to see his home flourish, he knows they're amazing, and wishes Piltover could see it too.
Character’s soft spot: His soft spot will always and forever be his twin.
Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Extremely.
Greatest strength: His mind, his creativity.
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His love for Lagan, his love for anyone, really.
Biggest regret: Not reacting more to his older brother coming home on a Shimmer high.
Minor regret: Not getting more guns at the last raid.
Biggest accomplishment: Winning the battle of the west breathing station with Uma and his older brother.
Minor accomplishment: Completing the Snipe Initiation.
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: He would be pretty embarrassed if someone knew he almost fell climbing Old Hungry, and his rival/crush had to save him.
Why?: Fathom likes to present himself as aloof and indifferent to life, however he fails greatly as he's the most passionate person in his social circle. He knows he's supposed to hate Ali, but his crush on the other man only got worse after he saved him from falling and most definitely dying. It would put his and Ali's reputation on the line if anyone found out how much of a catalyst that moment was.
Character’s darkest secret: His exxtremely violent intrusive thoughts, they scare him and he's convinced it makes him a bad person.
Does anyone else know?: Lagan does.
GOALS
Drives and motivations: Peace, children, the future of Zaun, his family, his love interests.
Immediate goals: Control more of the Sump with his gang, hide his relationships. stay alive.
Long term goals: Reunite Zaun, breathe fresh air.
How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Fathom isn't the main planner when it comes to Zaun's future, but one day he knows he WILL have an audience in Piltover. He will show those good-for0nothing sods that he is worthy of life, that Zaun is worthy of life, no matter how terrible they all seem. The people of Zaun deserve to breathe.
How other characters will be affected: Who knows?
PAST
Hometown: Sump Level, Zaun
Type of childhood: Rough and neglectful. He was born, with Lagan, to his mother Serexie, a siren from the Serpent Isles and his father Flotsam Angueille, a Shapeshifter from Bilgewater. He already had an older brother, Derelict, who was around two when he was born. He was born in the fall, when the air was at it's worse and the cold sunk into the fissures like a curse. His mother died when he was four, and his father was a violent drunk who took his anger out on Fathom and his brothers. The scar on his lip was the result of one of his father's rings catching his face when he was getting a beaten. Derelict had to sew the wound shut and Fathom yelled and cried. When he escaped, via Derelict running away with them, his life became one of survival. He had to eat scraps and bugs, dig in the trash and pipes for things to sell, and watch his brother get hooked on Shimmer to ease the pain. He escaped one addict, only to live with another. They were under constant threat from enforcers, starvation, drug rings, child-trafficking rings, it was a mess. His lungs are permanently scarred from his environment, and he developed a worsening smoking habit around the age of ten or eleven.
Pets: He used to feed stray cats
First memory: His first memory is cloudy, but he distictly remembers watching Lagan standing against the couch, reaching towards a mobile nearby with stars danging from frayed string. The toy was crude, hand painted, and his brother's chubby little hand had clasped around one of the strings.
Most important childhood memory: His most important memory is seared into his eyelids, and he swears he still sees it every time he goes to sleep. He had been six, still living with his father and allowed to finally roam alone. His mother had died a few months prior, and he was bringing small keepsakes to her grave, which was a far bit aways from home. He had run into enforcers, and had been to little to outrun them. They stole all his keepsakes, beating him into the ground and making him taste the sooty earth. They had called him "Zaunite", in the filthiest way possible, spitting the word like it was venomous. Fathom will never forget that, for as long as he lives.
Why: This was a pivotal moment for how he viewed himself and his oppressors. As a child, Piltover seemed like something unimportant, a distant fear that wasn't his most important tormentor. He gad explained, in his tiny voice, why he was running snd where he was going, but it hadn't mattered. The enforcers couldn't see his humanity, and he learned that they never would. It was, in a way, what radicalized him before he knew what radicalized meant.
Childhood hero: His twin brother has always been his hero, Lagan is more reckless and outgoing, fearless and a leader. Fathom has always existed (mostly) contently in his shadow, watching his brother command the attention of everyone, like the stars.
Dream job: Teacher, he'd love to educate people. He loves the way kids think, and has so much experience, his lessons would be invaluable.
Education: Middle school equivalent, though it's complicated since Zaun has no schools.
Religion: Athiest
Finances: Poor
PRESENT
Current location: The Sump Level, Zaun
Currently living with: His brothers and his sister-in-law.
Pets: N/A
Religion: Athiest
Occupation: Scout for The Lost Ones
Finances: Poor
FAMILY
Mother: Serexie Loren
Relationship with her: It was good when she was living, he loved her very much. She fostered his creativity.
Father: Flotsam Angueille
Relationship with him: Terrible. His father is human shit to him, he despises that man for what he did.
Relationship with them: Overall good, though his relationship with Derelict is strained due to his older brother's Shimmer addiction.
Children: N/A
Other important family: His sister-in-law, Corenna.
FAVOURITES
Colour: Teal and gold, it reminds him of himself
Least favourite colour: Blue
Music: Rock/Post-Punk, music is one of the ways he controls the stimulation if his environment. He's not too picky, but those are his most listened to genres. He also likes his brothers songs.
Food: Sea food, especially oysters and mussels. He grew up eating them and it's like a comfort meal of sorts.
Literature: Romance, though you'd have to pry that from his cold dead hands. He sneaks romance books and spends his late nights dreaming of love like that, it's so foreign in Zaun.
Form of entertainment: Reading or music, it's the only acessible thing down in The Undercity.
Expressions: Any Zaunite slang, any weird thing Lagan comes up with.
Mode of transportation: His hoverboard or catching a ride on the Howler.
Most prized possession: His hoverboard and journal.
HABITS
Hobbies: Writing and or tagging different buildings with the tentacle motif.
Plays a musical instrument?: No, he's not as muaical as Lagan is.
Plays a sport?: He played casual little kids games in his youth, but nothing permanently.
How he would spend a rainy day: Writing or running errands for Uma or Corenna.
Spending habits: He never has money to spend, he mostly steals shit he thinks looks cool.
Smokes: Yes, he smokes nicotine and weed.
Drinks: He drinks socially, but never too much. He can't bear to be like his brother father.
Other drugs: No.
What do they do too much of?: Daydreaming, Fathom is a chronic dresmer, and always has his heads somewhere in the clouds.
What do they do too little of?: Relax, it's hard to relax in Zaun.
Extremely skilled at: Writing, stealth, and physical tasks like lifting or carrying.
Extremely unskilled at: Sports, music, and talking himself out of situatons, he's very awkward.
Nervous tics: Chewing on the scarred part of his lips and cracking his knuckles.
Usual body posture: Slightly slumped over.
Mannerisms: Fathom bites his lips and nails, fiddles with rings, and picks at his skin. His usual mannerisms are awkward and show how little confidence he has in himself. He tends to blend into the background of things instead of being the centre of any attention.
Peculiarities: His eyes are often a perculiar feature of his. However, personality-wise he has strangely accurate assumptions of people.
TRAITS
Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist, even if other's arent.
Introvert or extrovert?: Introvert to the core, Lagan does enough talking for them both.
Daredevil or cautious?: Cautious,,Fathom thinks everything through to an infuriating degree. He is brave, just calculating.
Logical or emotional?: Emotional, his heart is often too loud for his head to break through.
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Fathom is the definition of organized chaos.
Prefers working or relaxing?: Work keeps him busy, keeps him moving towards his goal. If he's not working he has massive FOMO.
Confident or unsure of himself?: Very unsure, every step he takes feels wrong in some way, and he has a perpetual anxiety he can't shake.
DESCRIPTIONS
How he feels about himself: Fathom feels like he's always going to exist in a shadow, and his sentiments about this are everchanging. He knows he isn't special, not to Zaun, certainly not to Piltover, but there's thus strangeness in him that calls him to keep going despite his lack of impact. He feels the only ones who truly see him are Ali and Lagan.
One word the character would use to describe self: "Just one? Oh uh…messy I guess?"
One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: "I'm nothing much, my brother's the one people wonder about. I like writing and imagining and staring at people too much. My brain feels too big for my head and my veins feel cold even when they're pumping hot blood. I think if I disappeared only two people would look for me forever."
What does the character consider his best personality trait?: His creativity is definitely, in his opinion, his best trait.
What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: His stand-offishness.
What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: He likes his hair, it's an extension of his expression.
What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: His scarred lip, he thinks it makes him look too rough.
How does the character think others perceive him: He has a thousand answers to this question, and in all honesty he wishes he was impercievable
What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: His lip scar.
RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHERS
Opinion of other people in general: Fathom admires people, but feels disconnected from the general public. He imagines them all like stars, and he's the only one stuck on Earth. However, this doesn't make him bitter, he sees it all like an opportunity to study them.
Does the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others?: Yes, sometimes, he speaks in weird riddles when he tries to explain his thoughts, so he usually just…doesn't explain them. He feels like his way of thinking is too abstract, and would freak people out.
Person character most hates: Fathom can't find the ability to hate anyone, until Scales makes a mistake that changes everything. That's when Fathom experienced true, deep-seeded hatred, worse than his anger towards his father.
Best friend(s): Lagan, Alexandra, and Harry.
Love interest(s): Ali and Alexandra.
Person character goes to for advice: Lagan
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Fathom feels, in a way, responsible for Lagan and knows Lagan feels the same. It's a strange dynamic, but one that kept them both alive.
Person character feels shy or awkward around: Ali
Person character openly admires: Lagan and Uma, Lagan because he's everything Fathom is not, and Uma because she's the face of a massive revolution.
Person character secretly admires: Ali, he has always admired Ali, both in looks and personality. As a child, he'd watch the slightly older boy from afar, knowing he could never amicably approach him, but after growing up and finally getting the guts to interact with him, he's fallen in love.
Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Lagan
Character’s full name: Fathom Mesys Loren Angueille
Reason or meaning of name: "Fathom" is the mermish word for 'deep passion', "Mesys" is the mermish word for 'jewel', Loren is the masculine version of Lauren, Angeuille is eel in French.
Character’s nickname: Little Man, Fath
Reason for nickname: 'Little Man' because he was short as a kid,a nd didn't grow until he was around fourteen or fifteen, and Fath because it's the short version of Fathom.
Birth date: October 3rd, ????
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Age: 23
How old does he/she appear: Early twenties
Weight: Underweight for his age/height
Height: 5'10"
Body build: Lean, but on the thinner side
Shape of face: Diamond
Eye color: Yellow
Glasses or contacts: No, but he needs them
Skin tone: Black/brown with cooler undertones
Distinguishing marks: A scar that warps the left part of his top lip
Predominant features: Bright yellow eyes and cat-like pupils
Hair color: Black with blue highlights
Type of hair: 4c
Hairstyle: Twists
Voice: Medium pitch, mumbly
Overall attractiveness: Decently attractive, like it's obvius he's good looking and not oblivious to it
Physical disabilities: None
Usual fashion of dress: Darker colours, very bio-punk inpired, pulls elements from pirate fashion as well.
Favorite outfit: His shredded shirt over a blue top, with his patched trench coat, on top of ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, and sturdy platforms with silver clasps.
Jewelry or accessories: Fathom has various piercings on both ears, a spetum ring, angel bites, and an eyebrow piercing. He also wears a few rings, most resembling tentacles. All his jewellery is silver.
PERSONALITY
Good personality traits: Creative, passionate, funny, caring, good sense of justice
Bad personality traits: Aloof at times, stubborn, addict, can get extremely angry out of nowhere
Mood character is most often in: Pensive
Sense of humor: Dark and dry
Character’s greatest joy in life: Writing
Character’s greatest fear: Losing his twin brother
Why?: His brother is his other half, he doesn't remember life without him because there never has been one. He can't envision a future without Lagan. He won't.
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: If he lost his twin brother, since it would force him to exist in a world he never prepared for. It would force him to accept he can't keep people alive by clinging to them. If he ever lost Lagan, it would change him.
Character is most at ease when: He's writing or riding around the Sumps on his hoverboard.
Most ill at ease when: He's in Piltover or in the vicinity of enforcers.
Enraged when: Someone harms a child near him, or someone he views as defenceless or innocent.
Depressed or sad when: He hates the reminder of the unfair society he lives in, he works tirelessly with The Lost Ones to change it, but it all feels so hopeless sometimes.
Priorities: Survive.
Life philosophy: Dreaming is the first part of change.
If granted one wish, it would be: Peace and Unity to the Nation of Zaun.
Why?: Fathom is very proud of his home and his people, even if his family was from the Serpent Isles, he is a Zaunite through and through and nobody could make him ashamed of that. He wants nothing but to see his home flourish, he knows they're amazing, and wishes Piltover could see it too.
Character’s soft spot: His soft spot will always and forever be his twin.
Is this soft spot obvious to others?: Extremely.
Greatest strength: His mind, his creativity.
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His love for Lagan, his love for anyone, really.
Biggest regret: Not reacting more to his older brother coming home on a Shimmer high.
Minor regret: Not getting more guns at the last raid.
Biggest accomplishment: Winning the battle of the west breathing station with Uma and his older brother.
Minor accomplishment: Completing the Snipe Initiation.
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: He would be pretty embarrassed if someone knew he almost fell climbing Old Hungry, and his rival/crush had to save him.
Why?: Fathom likes to present himself as aloof and indifferent to life, however he fails greatly as he's the most passionate person in his social circle. He knows he's supposed to hate Ali, but his crush on the other man only got worse after he saved him from falling and most definitely dying. It would put his and Ali's reputation on the line if anyone found out how much of a catalyst that moment was.
Character’s darkest secret: His exxtremely violent intrusive thoughts, they scare him and he's convinced it makes him a bad person.
Does anyone else know?: Lagan does.
GOALS
Drives and motivations: Peace, children, the future of Zaun, his family, his love interests.
Immediate goals: Control more of the Sump with his gang, hide his relationships. stay alive.
Long term goals: Reunite Zaun, breathe fresh air.
How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Fathom isn't the main planner when it comes to Zaun's future, but one day he knows he WILL have an audience in Piltover. He will show those good-for0nothing sods that he is worthy of life, that Zaun is worthy of life, no matter how terrible they all seem. The people of Zaun deserve to breathe.
How other characters will be affected: Who knows?
PAST
Hometown: Sump Level, Zaun
Type of childhood: Rough and neglectful. He was born, with Lagan, to his mother Serexie, a siren from the Serpent Isles and his father Flotsam Angueille, a Shapeshifter from Bilgewater. He already had an older brother, Derelict, who was around two when he was born. He was born in the fall, when the air was at it's worse and the cold sunk into the fissures like a curse. His mother died when he was four, and his father was a violent drunk who took his anger out on Fathom and his brothers. The scar on his lip was the result of one of his father's rings catching his face when he was getting a beaten. Derelict had to sew the wound shut and Fathom yelled and cried. When he escaped, via Derelict running away with them, his life became one of survival. He had to eat scraps and bugs, dig in the trash and pipes for things to sell, and watch his brother get hooked on Shimmer to ease the pain. He escaped one addict, only to live with another. They were under constant threat from enforcers, starvation, drug rings, child-trafficking rings, it was a mess. His lungs are permanently scarred from his environment, and he developed a worsening smoking habit around the age of ten or eleven.
Pets: He used to feed stray cats
First memory: His first memory is cloudy, but he distictly remembers watching Lagan standing against the couch, reaching towards a mobile nearby with stars danging from frayed string. The toy was crude, hand painted, and his brother's chubby little hand had clasped around one of the strings.
Most important childhood memory: His most important memory is seared into his eyelids, and he swears he still sees it every time he goes to sleep. He had been six, still living with his father and allowed to finally roam alone. His mother had died a few months prior, and he was bringing small keepsakes to her grave, which was a far bit aways from home. He had run into enforcers, and had been to little to outrun them. They stole all his keepsakes, beating him into the ground and making him taste the sooty earth. They had called him "Zaunite", in the filthiest way possible, spitting the word like it was venomous. Fathom will never forget that, for as long as he lives.
Why: This was a pivotal moment for how he viewed himself and his oppressors. As a child, Piltover seemed like something unimportant, a distant fear that wasn't his most important tormentor. He gad explained, in his tiny voice, why he was running snd where he was going, but it hadn't mattered. The enforcers couldn't see his humanity, and he learned that they never would. It was, in a way, what radicalized him before he knew what radicalized meant.
Childhood hero: His twin brother has always been his hero, Lagan is more reckless and outgoing, fearless and a leader. Fathom has always existed (mostly) contently in his shadow, watching his brother command the attention of everyone, like the stars.
Dream job: Teacher, he'd love to educate people. He loves the way kids think, and has so much experience, his lessons would be invaluable.
Education: Middle school equivalent, though it's complicated since Zaun has no schools.
Religion: Athiest
Finances: Poor
PRESENT
Current location: The Sump Level, Zaun
Currently living with: His brothers and his sister-in-law.
Pets: N/A
Religion: Athiest
Occupation: Scout for The Lost Ones
Finances: Poor
FAMILY
Mother: Serexie Loren
Relationship with her: It was good when she was living, he loved her very much. She fostered his creativity.
Father: Flotsam Angueille
Relationship with him: Terrible. His father is human shit to him, he despises that man for what he did.
Relationship with them: Overall good, though his relationship with Derelict is strained due to his older brother's Shimmer addiction.
Children: N/A
Other important family: His sister-in-law, Corenna.
FAVOURITES
Colour: Teal and gold, it reminds him of himself
Least favourite colour: Blue
Music: Rock/Post-Punk, music is one of the ways he controls the stimulation if his environment. He's not too picky, but those are his most listened to genres. He also likes his brothers songs.
Food: Sea food, especially oysters and mussels. He grew up eating them and it's like a comfort meal of sorts.
Literature: Romance, though you'd have to pry that from his cold dead hands. He sneaks romance books and spends his late nights dreaming of love like that, it's so foreign in Zaun.
Form of entertainment: Reading or music, it's the only acessible thing down in The Undercity.
Expressions: Any Zaunite slang, any weird thing Lagan comes up with.
Mode of transportation: His hoverboard or catching a ride on the Howler.
Most prized possession: His hoverboard and journal.
HABITS
Hobbies: Writing and or tagging different buildings with the tentacle motif.
Plays a musical instrument?: No, he's not as muaical as Lagan is.
Plays a sport?: He played casual little kids games in his youth, but nothing permanently.
How he would spend a rainy day: Writing or running errands for Uma or Corenna.
Spending habits: He never has money to spend, he mostly steals shit he thinks looks cool.
Smokes: Yes, he smokes nicotine and weed.
Drinks: He drinks socially, but never too much. He can't bear to be like his brother father.
Other drugs: No.
What do they do too much of?: Daydreaming, Fathom is a chronic dresmer, and always has his heads somewhere in the clouds.
What do they do too little of?: Relax, it's hard to relax in Zaun.
Extremely skilled at: Writing, stealth, and physical tasks like lifting or carrying.
Extremely unskilled at: Sports, music, and talking himself out of situatons, he's very awkward.
Nervous tics: Chewing on the scarred part of his lips and cracking his knuckles.
Usual body posture: Slightly slumped over.
Mannerisms: Fathom bites his lips and nails, fiddles with rings, and picks at his skin. His usual mannerisms are awkward and show how little confidence he has in himself. He tends to blend into the background of things instead of being the centre of any attention.
Peculiarities: His eyes are often a perculiar feature of his. However, personality-wise he has strangely accurate assumptions of people.
TRAITS
Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist, even if other's arent.
Introvert or extrovert?: Introvert to the core, Lagan does enough talking for them both.
Daredevil or cautious?: Cautious,,Fathom thinks everything through to an infuriating degree. He is brave, just calculating.
Logical or emotional?: Emotional, his heart is often too loud for his head to break through.
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Fathom is the definition of organized chaos.
Prefers working or relaxing?: Work keeps him busy, keeps him moving towards his goal. If he's not working he has massive FOMO.
Confident or unsure of himself?: Very unsure, every step he takes feels wrong in some way, and he has a perpetual anxiety he can't shake.
DESCRIPTIONS
How he feels about himself: Fathom feels like he's always going to exist in a shadow, and his sentiments about this are everchanging. He knows he isn't special, not to Zaun, certainly not to Piltover, but there's thus strangeness in him that calls him to keep going despite his lack of impact. He feels the only ones who truly see him are Ali and Lagan.
One word the character would use to describe self: "Just one? Oh uh…messy I guess?"
One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: "I'm nothing much, my brother's the one people wonder about. I like writing and imagining and staring at people too much. My brain feels too big for my head and my veins feel cold even when they're pumping hot blood. I think if I disappeared only two people would look for me forever."
What does the character consider his best personality trait?: His creativity is definitely, in his opinion, his best trait.
What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: His stand-offishness.
What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: He likes his hair, it's an extension of his expression.
What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: His scarred lip, he thinks it makes him look too rough.
How does the character think others perceive him: He has a thousand answers to this question, and in all honesty he wishes he was impercievable
What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: His lip scar.
RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHERS
Opinion of other people in general: Fathom admires people, but feels disconnected from the general public. He imagines them all like stars, and he's the only one stuck on Earth. However, this doesn't make him bitter, he sees it all like an opportunity to study them.
Does the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others?: Yes, sometimes, he speaks in weird riddles when he tries to explain his thoughts, so he usually just…doesn't explain them. He feels like his way of thinking is too abstract, and would freak people out.
Person character most hates: Fathom can't find the ability to hate anyone, until Scales makes a mistake that changes everything. That's when Fathom experienced true, deep-seeded hatred, worse than his anger towards his father.
Best friend(s): Lagan, Alexandra, and Harry.
Love interest(s): Ali and Alexandra.
Person character goes to for advice: Lagan
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Fathom feels, in a way, responsible for Lagan and knows Lagan feels the same. It's a strange dynamic, but one that kept them both alive.
Person character feels shy or awkward around: Ali
Person character openly admires: Lagan and Uma, Lagan because he's everything Fathom is not, and Uma because she's the face of a massive revolution.
Person character secretly admires: Ali, he has always admired Ali, both in looks and personality. As a child, he'd watch the slightly older boy from afar, knowing he could never amicably approach him, but after growing up and finally getting the guts to interact with him, he's fallen in love.
Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Lagan
Old Hungry looked more imposing in person than Fathom imagined it would. The large metal heart of Old Zaun seemed to creak in the wind, moaning and groaning on metal beams. Lagan, his older twin, had already begun climbing, scaling the side of the clock their older brother Derelict had told them about. Fathom had hesitated, still standing on the rough gravel at the very bottom. Every snipe in Zaun climbed Old Hungry when they got old enough, it went through every level, and peeked out in Piltover as well. Fathom couldn't spot the top from the Sump level, there were too many layers of green haze.
He was just about that age, his and Lagan's thirteenth name day was tomorrow, and the enforcers weren't as active today, which made it perfect for climbing and other illegal things.
"Fathom!" his brother yelled down from a several metres up, voice cutting through Old Hungry's melody. "Move your fuckin' ass!"
"Sorry!" Fathom all but yelped, scrambling up the path Lagan had taken. He wedged his fingers into the grooves in the metal, climbing up the support beams as the stagnant, sump air moved around him.
"The Crocs'll beat us!" Lagan called back down over his shoulder, and Fathom looked up to see the shrinking forms of three other boys.
The Crocs were their enemies, or at least they were supposed to be. They fought over good territory spots all the time, pipes for hang outs, alleyways, stores, market sections, anything resulted in beating the Janna-loving shit out of each other. Fathom was no good at fighting, he always got too distracted and got his ass handed to him. As if to remind him, his ribs ached persistently as he hauled himself onto another beam.
Fathom clambered behind Lagan as the old clock groaned under their weight, above them the taunting laughs of the Crocs echoed down.
"You slow asses!" called down thre biggest, Scales. Fathom was surprised his dumb ass hadn't fallen off the clock.
"Gob it!" Lagan hissed back, eyes narrowing as he beckoned Fathom onward. Lagan hated Scales, the two both liked the same girl and it was fire to their rivalry. Fathom didn't entirely get it, Ginny, the one they liked, was just one girl? Who cares who got her?
He kept his mouth shut though, always had. Fathom was an observer in that regard, and was far more occupied with Scales other brother Ali. The older Croc boys were triplets, but Fathom held the opinion that Ali looked the best. As he climbed, he watched Ali haul himself higher and higher, barely stopping to help his brothers or return any insults Lagan threw their way.
Fathom's limbs ached as they continued towards Uptown, the structure getting less and less stable as they went. In the Entresol level, Fathom could see most of the main part of Zaun stretching out below him. It made him lightheaded in the good way, seeing fractals of light bounce off intricate framework and grimy stained glass nearly took his breath away. Wind whipped around him, carrying the cleaner air from up above. Fathom's lungs expanded gratefully, taking in mouthfuls of air that was far cleaner than he was used to.
By now, the five boys were at the same point at the tower. Ali was using his tail to balance on a thin part of wires and beams, Scales was standing nearby with wobbling legs, and the smallest triplet, Gage, was grabbing onto Scales with a vice grip, keeping himself up. Lagan and Fathom hung a bit below them. They were all too tired to race, with the exception of Scales, who looked frustrated that they'd stopped.
"We ain't gonna make it in time for sundown!" he grumbled, shifting and nearly knocking Gage off the beam.
Old Hungry sung around them, old metal bones creaking and swaying under foot. Fathom continued on, still racing along with Lagan, even if his footing felt unsteady. and his arms trembled with exhaustion. Soon they were leaving Zaun behind in a mess of Gray and grime, nearing the only part of Old Hungry where they could see the sun.
Fathom chanced a look downwards, his home stretched on almost endlessly, gleaming in the orange light from above. The commercial district glittered nearby, and Fathom could almost see Zaun's richest mingling with Pilties. The landscape was a mess of greens and darker colours, swirling together with a few pops of neon from signs. He wondered if Derelict was at one of the shimmer brothels, or maybe the gang was still lurking on the lower levels. The Cage, a nickname for the massive cathedral at the border, glimmered ominously, stained glass windows casting multi-coloured light in his eyes. He inhaled again, tasting fresher air and some sort of food. It was all so beautiful.
"Quit daydreaming!" Lagan's voice snapped above him, and so he carried on.
The top of Old Hungry wrapped around the face of the clock like a balcony, with most of the wrought-iron bars lost over the years, their were few opportunities to get a good grip. Much to Lagan's seething rage, Fathom could see the Croc had infact beat them, with Scales standing triumphantly on the balcony, smirking down at them.
"Bet Ginny'll be impressed with me." He smirked cruelly, stepping back away from the edge.
"You sump-sucking bastard!" Lagan growled, hauling himself up onto the balcony behind the other two triplets. One of the few remaining bars broke off, dangling by old welding and nearly smacking Fathom in the head.
Lagan advanced towards him, and out of Fathom's view. He had lagged behind, and Old Hungry groaned dangerously with the start of a scrap.
Fathom swore quietly to himself. eyes downwards as he shakily got closer. He'd have to maneuver himself to grab the railing, or maybe risk the broken bar? He wedged his toes between the workings of Old Hungry, trying not to look down again.
His hand shot out quickly, trying to grab the cool metal of the railing Lagan had jumped over, and all it took was a second to miss. His fist closed around air, and with another yelp he felt himself tilt backwards.
"Guys!" he yelled towards the fighting teenager, eyes screwing shut instictively as he felt some wind rush by him. 'This is it,' he thought, 'I'm gonna die falling off Janna-forsaken Old Hungry.'
A warm hand clasped around his forearm, holding him as his legs splayed uselessly under him, dangling in the wind. Fathom opened his eyes, expecting to see his twin's panicked face looking back at him.
Instead he saw Ali, the other boy's eyes wide as he strained against the railing. He was gripping Fathom so fiercely it hurt, and for a long time Fathom didn't move, staring up into his eyes. They looked like Zaun at night.
Harry hit the stone wall with a sickening crack, catching himself with a shuddering arm as he tried not to sway. Two sounds happened at once, an amused cackle and a terrified whimper as his head spun and his world tilted off kilter. He gritted his bloody teeth, shoving himself upright to face his opponent. The familiar, crazed grin on Scales Croc's face stared back at him, and the taller man beckoned him forward.
"You hadda 'nough?" he laughed, tilting his head as he shifted his weight from side to side.
Harry swung with the small amount of adrenaline still in his system, though his fist didn't connect with Scales' smug-ass face.
The other man had caught it, and the other that had weakly attempted to save Harry's honour. Scales' grin widened as he hauled Harry in closer, he could almost count the chem-baron's fangs. "Good to have you back, Hook!" he crowed, reeling his head back and knocking it right into Harry's.
He slumped to the ground with a groan as a distant voice called out in alarm.
Dagger has been spotted around Zaun at various places of illegal trade/business. Authorities haven't been able to identify him legally, and only know he's called Dagger from eavesdropping on the conversations about suspects matching him. He's assumed to be a young adult, and Zaunite, but nobody's very sure. He's had affiliations with several Chem-Barons, but his identity still remains shaky.
The tavern was filled with the low murmuring of different voices over the clinking of cutlery. Tables were crowded with different figures, some old and most young as they chatted over various Zaunite dishes. The bell at the front door rang rather aggressively as a small group of enforcers stormed in, their guns visible. Noise in the tavern halted all at once, eyes locked onto the couple of oppressors that arrived unannounced.
Working at the counter was a young lady, dark skin warmed by the lantern light and teal braids piled high on her head out of her way. "What?" she asked them rather rudely, not pleased they'd interrupted her business.
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