Profile
Son of a megalomanical cult leader, Halo Kilsolnostri is regaled by his Family as the Harbinger of Dawn, blessed offspring of their god's own prophet. He was raised alongside his twin Corona as a spoiled rotten “Sunblood,” and grew up into the frigid brains of their tandem operations. He's a liar, a jackass, a barely restrained neurotic breakdown of a man, and he spreads the word of his sun-eating god across the Mojave, with little regard for the chaos he and his sibling have a tendency to create. Why should he care? He's practically divine himself.
Appearance
With a handsome face, rich brown skin, and a tall, lean build, Halo takes pride in his appearance, though his skills lie more in his wits and charisma than his physical strength. His eyes are an icy blue and often brim with unspoken disdain, and while he usually keeps his golden blond hair in a broad, fluffy bob to help tell himself apart from Corona, he'll let it grow long if he finds mining their identicality beneficial. His "neutral expression" is usually some tier of self-satisfied smirk, and he holds himself with confident poise, as must be expected from someone of his status within the Parhelia.
- Has blond eyebrows
- Keeps his nails long and often painted gold
- Usually seen wearing the patched up ski jacket uniform of his cult.
- Wears a lot of bandanas, usually dark red or orange ones.
- Has shorter sideburns than Corona
Personality
- Charismatic
- Studious
- Cunning
- Arrogant
- Craven
- Anxious
Wicked smart and brutally beguiling, Halo thinks very highly of himself, and considers himself an elite intellectual type, even though he’s really just more of a bratty overgrown theater kid constantly trying to win the favor of his father. His smarts and charm shouldn’t be discredited, though; he uses them to handle unsavory acts with cold efficiency, speaking in lies, luring people into the Parhelia’s embrace, and dealing those who’ve wronged him or his Family. Halo is a planner, needing to have a thought-out approach to any given situation, and he hates spontaneity. It’s when you can’t account for something that it all goes wrong, after all.
When not being, really, just a Big Showy Jerk, Halo is actually pretty quiet, bookish, and exceedingly nervous, studying up on his favored subjects, avoiding social obligations and heavy confrontations, and keeping his increasingly crumbling mental state in check. His compassion wells are an extremely limited resource, and are reserved almost exclusively for Corona, the only person he can really be open and honest with. When separated from his twin for long periods of time, he grows panicky and paranoid, the lasting effects of cult brainwashing Halo refuses to admit his father inflicted on him.
He’s quietly pious towards the Anthelion, falling back on his Family’s faith only when truly stressed out and desperate for guidance. He happily partakes in the feasting of his fallen cultists, though, and probably would even if he wasn't doing it under the guise of worship. Just don't call him a cannibal to his face. He'd never own up to it. What does he look like, some kind of barbarian?
Likes
- Praise
- Early mornings
- Drama and theater
- Meteorology
- Math
- Rare meat
Dislikes
- Being separated from Corona
- Enclosed spaces
- Being touched by strangers
- Clutter and disorder
- Getting dirty
- Miscalculating situations
Skills & Abilities
He's an exceptionally good actor, too. The Wastleland is but a stage! Halo can settle himself into a "role" even in the midst of a nervous breakdown. Anything to sell a scene.
History
Born the younger, undesired half of a pair of twins, Halo was barely out of infancy when he, as all Parhelia members eventually do, fell victim to the cult mindgames of his father, the Sungazer. He became the unwittingly participant in an experiment on codependency, and the Sungazer trained him and his twin Corona to be but a single unit, barely functional when separated. This led to the two of them growing up practically glued to one another’s sides, hand-in-hand as they were fed praise over their high Family status, their “Divine importance.” Parhelian royalty. Halo chased after his father’s approval on the daily, and as he and Corona grew from scraggly, spoiled children into mean, poorly adjusted adults, he still could never quite get his hands on it.
As the twins grew up, it became clearly described to them that they had an important job to do. Halo and Corona climbed down from the snowy slopes of Lee Canyon in their young adulthood, on a Sungazer-sanctioned mission to spread the word of the Anthelion and hopefully convince a someone or two (or a dozen) to come join their loving commune. They donned the guise of ‘couriers,’ and Halo slid well into the role, delivering parcels and speaking of the New Light, all while using the charm he was raised to have to talk he and his sibling out of any (often bloody) trouble they might have actively started.
The two of them did this for a number of years, and Halo got rather into the transfer of goods and information from one place to another. It was exciting, different, the only favor he had to earn was that of the clients, the simple people of the wasteland. The entire experience, though, was not meant to last, and it culminated in a package delivery gone awry in a small town called the Divide. The community was devastated, completely and utterly, and the twins fled into the desert, refusing to accept blame.
They eventually wound their way back towards the mountain home Halo can’t help but admit they can never truly leave, back to the frigid eyes and hollow, affectionless words of his father. While the twins were journeying back to the Parhelia, though, their younger brother was off making quite a name for himself in the great Mojave Wasteland, and he was about to face the grievous act they never even bothered to look back upon….
Trivia
- Suffers from OCD, and has severe claustrophobia
- Bites his arm when he has anxiety attacks, to try and calm himself down. Prefers long sleeves to cover the marks.
- Always tries to enter a room left foot first, and if he forgets, will turn around and reenter the room until he gets in "correctly."
- Has a good ear for music, but tends to only get songs he hates stuck in his head, though.
- Routinely gets up at daybreak, no matter where he is.
- If left alone will almost immediately start humming/singing/talking to himself to keep himself calm.
- Freaked the fuck out the first time he saw a supermutant, and both the mutant and Corona laughed at him.
