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» NICKNAMEx/ x Scarre » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Scarre » AGEx/ x 21 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Pansexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x May 5th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United Kingdom. » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x New York, New York
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6'5 » WEIGHTx/ x 225 » EYE COLORx/ x Green Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Black with blonde tips » BUILDx/ x Muscular, lean fighter. More power than meets the eye » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Scarre on his left eye. It's not paint, but an actual Scarre. Looks more primal and unrefined as if he was a modern day native/ savage.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Normal casual clothes. Has a native type feel .Lots of feathers, and beads. Only bottomms he wears are jeans and most of his shirts if not native inspired seem to be from Hot Topic usually. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Wears no costume.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Neutral
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x 4-6 Brute/ shaker 4
» POWERS
Natural Armor
You have the ability to generate a tough natural defense out of skin cells. This ability is a hybridization of brute and changer classification meaning that you are able to control and sculpt the appearance of this exoskeleton-esque natural armor. In addition to this, your hybridization means that this armor is capable of withstanding a higher amount of force than it otherwise might be able to. Guns lacking armor piercing rounds and in general powers below a six (6) will not be able to crack it without repeated hits. However once your armor breaks it will fall away and take some time for you to create a new shell. You must wait two posts before being able to re-shield your self.
Redoubt
Your possess a shaker class power that allows you temporarily shore up damaged structures such as buildings, housing, or other large scale constructions of the non tinker variety. So long as you remain in the area, and can maintain concentration the structure in question will not fall apart
Power
Power description here
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Pride Scarre takes pride in everything he does which can be his greatest strength and weakness. He doesn't accept defeat easily. And if his pride is bruised, it affects him greatly. Pride allows him to put greater amount of energy into things and allows an ability to push through situations. While at the same time pride causes him to get into situations and do things even when its obvious of the outcome. Ex:Trying fight someone out of his league.
Narcissist Scarre believes he is the best at everything and believes he can do anything he wants and better than anyone else can do. Even when he has no idea how to do it Sardonic Mocking bird should be his spiritual animal. Or a parrot. If he is up to the task, or feel like annoying you, He will mock you in any way form. Oh your mother just died, more like she finally had the ability to get as far away from you. . You got a D in charms class? Well, that's like an A for you because you are only second rate.
Defiant Scarre is not keen to listening to others. Especially those he do not like. When it comes to rules, and duties. He's stubborn as a mule.
Protective Ironically enough, he protective of those he actually cares about. he would do anything for family.Or those that are with him.
Manipulative Do to his laziness, Scarre rarely likes to do anything of his own will. Instead, he rather make others do his work. He's very skilled at manipulating others and saying the right things to gain what he wants. .
» LIKES
↳ Fighting, food, sleeping, analyzation, chess, women
↳Regular Humans, happy and preppy people, people stronger than him,
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Grave Keepers » POSITIONx / x Position here
Part time? Full Time? Temporary? Seasonal?
» RESIDENCEx / x N/A/ Homeless/ Drifter
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - - - - -
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█ »x inventory █ »x cellphone █ »x backpack with laptop, first aid kit █ »x wallet
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» BACKGROUND
Scarre is the black sheep (literally) of the Valentines. He is the b*****d son that came along due to Duncan not knowing how to keep his tool in his pants. After his birth, Scarre stayed with his mother until he was about 3 years old. When he was 3, his mother ended up getting murdered. He wasn't sure why the random murder occurred. After that Day, he was shipped to the Valentine Mansion. When he first arrived at the Mansion, he displayed more animalistic qualities, acting more like a animal at times than a human.He would eat his cereal out of the bowl like a dog and wouldn't use his spoon. When he reached 4 years old, he received the nickname Scarre from Billos after an accident occurred in which the family dog scratched Scare two good time across the face. Scarre has a streak going down vertically on his left eye (thankfully his eye was safe) and another streak going horizontally across the bridge of his nose. dads liked the name of Scarre and stuck with it, mainly because Scarreman sounded stupid to him.
During his time at the Mansion, Scarre always stayed in some type of trouble do to his narcissism and pride allowing him to easily wanna show others just how savage he was. While growing up, his number 1 was Billos, his cousin. They did almost everything together and had each other's backs. However, Scarrekept something from Billos, the feelings that he truly couldn't be seen as equal to Billos or any of the other Valentines. Everytime someone learned him and Billos were cousins, taunting came. Scarre was snarky and could clap back, but it hurt deep down inside. During these years, the seed of unequality was planted. He went on through the years wishing to be seen as a truly equal cousin to Billos and not an outcast. Billos was one of the only people who gave him hope in an equal world. Even though he was a b*****d, Billos didn't care. Family was Family.Scarre is the only one in the family that does like lolipops. The British life style and dialect for some reason didn't rub off on Scarre. Even though he lived there his whole life, the stereotypical British tone and dialect doesn't sit with Scarre well. It comes out at times. His voice mainly seems aggressive by nature but soft.
» TRIGGER EVENT
One day, the trigger event would come in the form of Scarre getting his just desserts but escaping by some serious of fortunate events for him. After participating in a few matches in a fighting ring in the south side of Chicago, he would soon be ratted out that he was hustling and embezzling money. In any case, he was stealing money from everyone in the ring. Unhappy, he would soon be attacked and thrown into an open lot gated off with barbwire fence. Grouping in, he would start to be attacked mercilessly by the group of fighters. However, he didn't run. He couldn't run. He stood his ground. Using his frame, speed, and size to his advantage. He tanked the best he could, isolating and outsmarting the group to start picking them off and lowering the numbers of the group attacking him. However, the numbers game was too much. He would soon be knocked out and left there, locked in before the left. Coming too after hours later, it wasn't a natural awakening. Something was causing him to awake. The violent vibrations of the ground. It was an earthquake. Not just anyone. Something fierce and strong, he could feel the vibrations through his bare feet, through his body. He could barely move, but he willed himself, crawling inch by inch, while the building and ground shaked violently, trheatening to to fall onto Scarre. Each inch he moved, the pain grew as the vibrations were making his body go numb. Reaching close to the exit, a piece of the ceiling would fall, crashing onto his back stopping his advance, his escape. It was at this moment, he had to decide to lay there and die or to get up and live. Running on pure adrenaline, he would escape from the enclosure, luck on his side as they were dumb enough to either not lock the door or just to completely forget about it. Maybe it was the earthquake that made them leave and let him be. Maybe he wasn't truly knocked out for hours, but just minutes. Who knows, his memory isn't gre
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Barry Lincoln xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Clasfication xxx Thinker/Mover/Stranger
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Eiffel » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x 27th Legend » AGEx/ x 17 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Bisexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x June 27th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x America, Seattle » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x America, Golden Gate City
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6'6 » WEIGHTx/ x 175 » EYE COLORx/ x Green » HAIR COLORx/ x Dark Green » BUILDx/ x Tall and Weedy » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Pectus Excavatum
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Wifebeaters, sweatpants » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Cobbled together from old cosplay outfits, featuring a green cap with gold visor, green jacket, and black and green 'anime' pants.
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Your thinker power details to you the what the power(s) of a given parahuman does once you know them to be a parahuman. This does not only mean the power witnessed but any powers they possess. It will not tell you weaknesses of theirs and it will not tell you hard information about their limitations, but it will give you a vague sense of their general strength. That is how dangerous their powers could be.
Limited Flight
You are able to fly for short a duration at low speeds. Maintaining flight for more than ten minutes will pose a problem for you and you seem to be capped at 15 mph. However such a power can help you out in pinch with getting across small chasm, or if you are for some reason falling. After you exhaust your flight time you need to rest for at least as long if not more so.
Minor Invisibility
You are invisible so long as nobody is looking at you. Your image will not be captured via devices that use the visible spectrum of light to capture images, aka normal cameras. In addition to this while you are invisible sound that you make is suppressed to the point that people with normal hearing will not notice you unless you are directly on top of them or happen to knock something over.
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Barry is a very competent and capable kid, who used his talents to minor success in a variety of skills. He loved to lead a team almost as much as he loved to crush his enemies. He prides himself in being able to balance and coordinate groups to achieve a goal. Outside of organised competition Barry can sometimes make conflict; he is not one to give up in an argument. He cares very deeply for the people around him, but will sacrifice them in the aim of the greater good. To him the greater good is his continued success.
↳ Competitive gaming, Working with his team, Going to new places
» DISLIKES
↳ Dancing, Beer, Authority
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being told what to do, Bureaucracy
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Twitch (Or equivalent) » POSITIONx / x Streamer
Coasting
» RESIDENCEx / x Condo (Shared with friends until two split after loss)
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Placed 2nd in the world finals for a MOBA - Semi-Popular Streamer
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» BACKGROUND
Barry was always a good student, and his parents were happy to help him go further and do whatever he wanted to as he grew up. He put his all into a lot of things; baseball, snowboarding, chess, go, and now? He played the #1 MOBA in the world at a competitive level and was leading his team to a number one placement. The grand finals was where it fell apart. His team lost, and it was his fault. Now two of his friends are gone, and the only one left is a recluse. But for all that he lost, he also gained something during that loss. Powers.
» TRIGGER EVENT
This is it, down to the wire. It's 2 all in the final match and you know that you need to make a hail-mary to cinch this win. You relay the idea to your team and receive the alright. You work together to make it a win, but it slips away. You launch back as you think about what went wrong, about how your team needed this win. Your mind is stuck on this moment as the people around you fall apart in front of the crowd. Multi-Trigger. (Other triggers then)
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ GIL MESH xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Mover 9
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Ricochet » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Gilgamesh or Ricochet » AGEx/ x 15 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x March 9 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x USA, small independent settlement » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, wilderness outside New York
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'4.5" » WEIGHTx/ x 120 lb.s » EYE COLORx/ x red » HAIR COLORx/ x blonde » BUILDx/ x skinny-average » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x red eyes, piercing gaze, seems to be looking through you
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x hoodie under vest, khaki pants, hiking boots » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x hoodie under vest, khaki pants, hiking boots, ridiculously flamboyant hat
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x True Neutral » CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Mover [ 9 ]
» POWERS
Spring Step
When my feet touch a surface it's almost like powerful springs can jettison me off the surface. This allows me to leap horizontally for distances as great as thirty feet, and vertically up to fifteen. Others should be aware of my kicks since they can potentially cave their chest in if I hit them with the sole of my foot.
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1.xProud ⇣ x2.xNarcissistic ⇣ x3.xQuick to anger and to forgive ⇣ x4.xHaunted ⇣
» PERSONALITY
Gil was an adventurous and kind boy, who was easy-going and well-liked. He was a very social creature. Since his trigger event, he has retreated almost entirely into his Gilgamesh persona, becoming colder, full of pride to the point of arrogance, mood swinging somewhat wildly based on whether or not he feels he is being respected. Perhaps all that is left of his earlier self his his soft spot for his savior, Peace.
Any interaction with Gilgamesh will be colored deeply by the amount of respect with which he is greeted and then treated. Gilgamesh uses his pride to attempt to protect and isolate himself from his traumatic past, and to avoid acknowledging his greatest failures. He is extremely strong-willed, unless confronted by this past, because his greatest and nearly only fear is returning to the way he was before, becoming Gil again and having to live with his failure. Gilgamesh is surprisingly and exceedingly loyal once you have proven to be worthy of his respect, and is very courteous to those who give him his due, but merciless and hateful toward those who he feels look down on him.
» LIKES
↳ respect, flattery, nature
» PASSIONS
↳ Those who have earned his respect (current list: b***h, Peace), justification for feeling superior, the grovelling of his enemies
» DISLIKES
↳ people who are not on his list, big cities
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ being disrespected, disrespect toward people on his list, the government
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Sons of b***h » POSITIONx / x member
Full time
» RESIDENCEx / x Wilderness
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- - Only survivor from unsponsored settlement attempt - Briefly made a name (Ricochet) for himself as a rogue (often working for villains) courier in New York - Initially one of the younger full members of the sons of b***h - Funded the most burgers eaten in a single sitting for two years (Peace)
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█ »x inventory █ »x whittling knife █ »x just a ridiculous amount of various whittled creations █ »x
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» BACKGROUND
Gil's childhood was surprisingly present, given the fairly extreme anarchistic nature of his parents. His relationship with them was good, and his relationship with his sister was even better. After losing his family, he was discovered in the wilderness by Peace, and guided to New York. Desperately wanting to pay her back, but unwilling to work with the government he hated, Gil would earn the money by carrying somewhat... questionable items across the city for less reputable persons. It was during this time he was given the name Ricochet by some people witnessing him use his powers to jump between buildings. Upon paying Peace the money and watching dumbfounded as she somehow blew all of it in one sitting on hamburgers, he took the name Gilgamesh and joined her in the Sons of b***h, which he now serves with unswerving and absolute loyalty.
» TRIGGER EVENT
Gil's family had never exactly been fans of the established order, so when they met a group of people planning to strike out into the wilderness and establish their own settlement outside the umbrella of the powers that be, they leapt at the chance. It was hard work, having to push vehicles over rough ground to get to the settlement site; helping his father and the other men build the first buildings, mostly by running around carrying tools and other supplies from place to place; watching his younger sister and the other children while the adults worked (being the oldest was a real drag sometimes), but Gil loved it. He was helping, contributing. Those were types of fulfillment he had been taught were impossible in the more "civilized" areas, being repressed and controlled by the government. I have a real home.
When he wasn't helping out with construction or watching the younger children, Gil loved exploring the forested areas around their new town. He would spend hours there, taking in nature's sights and sounds, and running to get his exercise and his endorphins up. my place. He had been told, many times, to stay close to town, but it was hard to get a child to respect your authority while at the same time, teaching him to hate all authority. So Gil inevitably ventured further and further out every day. One day he ventured out so far that it had started to get dark before he was even halfway back. That would come to be the biggest regret of his life.
After walking a while, Gil realized something was wrong: it should've been darker by now, and the direction of the vibrant orange glow peaking over the trees wasn't the direction of the sun, it was the direction of town. Fire. Gil started running, as fast as his legs could carry him. He was so desperate, his thoughts were incoherent, he just knew he needed to reach his family, make sure they were safe. He needed to be faster, needed to get there so he could help. Running so fast and so desperately, he tripped on some roots, hurting his ankle and acquiring several scratches and cuts on his subsequent tumble through the underbrush. He couldn't let that stop him, everything he had worked so hard for was on fire, so he got back up and kept running. When he arrived, it seemed like the entire world was engulfed in light and noise. It was hard to even look around, the fires were so bright and so hot, but the noises told Gil everything he wanted to know, and a lot he never wanted to know. The roar of the fire and the cracking of the wood used to construct their buildings. The yelling of the others, searching for their families or trying to organize. The screams of those who had been trapped in one of the infernos that used to be a building. the world is ending.
It always surprised him how the screaming wasn't the worst sound. No, there was one more sound piercing the air that elicited a much deeper, more primal fear, somewhere deep in the wilder recesses of his brain. Gil couldn't tell what it was, but it was entirely unearthly, definitely alive, but not the cry of any normal animal, and certainly not human. Gil wanted nothing more than to turn and run back the way he had come, but he needed to find his family, needed to find them faster, to be faster, needed to-
another scream, familiar. My sister.
He ran toward the sound, noting with dread that the other noise was coming from that direction as well. When he found his sister, she was just outside one of the burning buildings, with a wooden column pinning her leg. If only he had been faster, he could've gotten here a little sooner, and could've reached her before the column fell. He managed to get it off of her, but it was clear she wouldn't be able to walk without help. Just as he was helping her to her feet, he heard the sound again, closer. It was just around the corner. Supporting his sister as best he could, Gil ran. Ran to get anywhere but here. This time he felt rather than heard the thing approach. An intense feeling of dread and of wrongness, like something that shouldn't exist. He tried to run faster, but miscalculated and wound up tripping over his sister's feet. She went down and he tumbled and rolled several feet forward. Gil had been terrified for a long time, but now he began to truly panic, they needed to get up and get the hell ou-
His sister screamed again, louder and higher this time: a scream of pain and terror. The creature's noise was nearly deafening. The sources of the sound were overlapping. It has her.
Gil finally broke. His brain entered fight or flight mode in the truest sense. The waves of panic and wrongness radiating from only a few feet behind made the decision for him. Flight.
I need to run, I need to be faster, I need to be anywhere but here, I need to get away.
And he did. Some sort of strange, powerful energy coursed through him, and suddenly he wasn't scared anymore. Suddenly, he could get away. Suddenly, it was easy.
"Chiraq, Illinois" isn't a playable location in guild. So you're going to have to change your current location to either New York or New Brockton.
Grave Keepers aren't actually a thing yet either. But I suppose you can keep that there under affiliation for now for when they are if you want.
Also, minor nitpick. But I think you mean "scar" not "scarre" based on what I'm reading here. If not, that's cool. Just thought I'd point it out because the spelling difference will probably change how it's pronounced.
Neryem
You left "outstanding features" blank. If you fill in a little about that, you're good to go.
Philipwn
Looks good to me. Accepted.
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With the change made, this profile is now accepted. Go have fun! : )
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Yavanna » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Mirage » AGEx/ x Twenty-Five » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Bisexal » BIRTHDAYx/ x Third of December » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Egypt, Cairo » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New York City
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5'9" » WEIGHTx/ x 150 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Azure » HAIR COLORx/ x Black » BUILDx/ x Slender » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Aside from her tan skin, Yavanna has several tattoos running across her back and to her right shoulder.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / xx - Revealing clothes that she managed to snatch from one of the various stalls of New York. It's the least formal thing to wear to any kind of meeting, but its better than running around nude. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / xx - A traditional egypt robe custom made to allow Yavanna to perform quick and sudden movements more easily than most women's robes.
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Your body can exude a red mist which spreads out around you and lingers for several minutes at a time. People that breathe in the mist will go into a catatonic like state within which they are presented with their greatest fantasy. If they reject the fantasy and deny themselves what they most want they will wake up immediately and be unaffected by the mist until after the current encounter. If they give in to the fantasy and enjoy it they will be rendered incapacitated until the mist is dispersed, naturally or otherwise. The mist can fill an area around you with a 30 ft radius. It is obviously less effective in an outdoor environment as it is still effected by gravity and will naturally spread out. Those effected by the mist will not have a strong conception of being within their dream like state and just as how one can realize they are in a dream and not wake up, simply realizing that what they are seeing is not real will not be enough to wake up. Nor will it be enough to deny the fantasy.
Body Sculpting
You possess a changer ability that allows you to sculpt your body to a certain extent. Muscle mass, fat, the shape of your bones, internal organ positioning, and height. You can easily gain a level of fitness at the level of the best Olympic swimmer, body builder, or gymnast. Conversely you could become a little girl again. All possibilities for your body are available. Things like your skin color, eye color. and type of hair can not be changed. Hair color and length can be changed. Your finger prints remain constant.
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While not exactly the most talkative person, Yavanna keeps mostly to herself in order to avoid confrontation or annoyances by others. Her upbringing has granted her a very sarcastic and nihilistic view of the world that covers her more personal emotions she represses. When coming across somebody new to her, the woman can come off as stern and almost uncaring. After multiple meetings of said person, Yavanna will slowly allow her mental wall down and allow some of her normal personality to come through. This side of her will seem more willing to talk and listen compared to her during a first meeting.
She doesn't believe in the straight black and white factions of "good" and "evil" like many heroes before her. Every organization will have a darker side to it than it lets on, be it something almost villainous for heroes or possibly evildoers doing something that could benefit others besides themselves. She's in it mostly for herself though Yavanna does have a set moral line that dictates what she will and will not do. This is normally put down until a major change or event brings it up again, in which she'll question her motives and possibly change her stance on an issue or plan.
» LIKES
↳ Animals, Music, Tea
» PASSIONS
↳ Money, Reading, Food, Cooking
» DISLIKES
↳ "Bigshots", Servitude, Needless killing
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Touching here without approval, competition
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Future Gravekeeper » POSITIONx / x ...
Part time? Full Time? Temporary? Seasonal?
» RESIDENCEx / x New York
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Known human trafficking victim - Petty crimes in New York area - ... - ... - ... - ...
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» BACKGROUND
Meket Yavanna grew up in a semi-acceptable environment in the slums of Cairo. Her parents were among many who paid the local gangs protection money to avoid any unneeded violence. Her father, in an act of desperation, gambled all of their money away in hopes of recovering their lost profit. He was never seen or heard from again until his body was found with multiple stab wounds and declared "self inflicted". With no money left to repay their debt, Yavanna and her mother were ultimately separated after a raid on her home. The child was soon bought by a mysterious organization dealing in human trafficking and put to use. Time passed by quickly and the once small girl had fully blossomed into a young beauty, much to the joy of her handlers and customers. During one of her various visits to a wealthy man's home in New York, she found herself suffering from a total breakdown which granted her parahuman powers. Using them to subdue her client, Yavanna quickly escaped into the heart of New York to evade her future pursuers and discover more about her powers.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It had been a long and torturous journey from Cairo. Yavanna awoke to another bump on the road that they were in. The trailer that housed the six victims was still as humid and horriid smelling as it was when she had managed to fall asleep. A few of them were busy looking around or daydreaming to pass the time. Things that Yavanna could only wish to carry her away from this life. She thought back on when she was first taken from her family at a young age. The terror in her her and her mother's eyes at the prospect of knowing they would never see each other ever again. All because of a debt her father had made before he died under "mysterious circumstances" that included thirteen gunshots to the chest and an empty handgun. She had seen the darker underbelly of her home country among many others. Background checks of the customers did not matter much to her handlers. As long as they had the money, they would supply the women. While not the best body of the litter, Yavanna was fortunate or unfortunate enough to be gifted in several physical aspects and spared the horrors of girls who failed to capture the hearts of their customers. It varied on who you asked but as long as she had a selling price and demand, she was considered "important".
Roughly an hour after she awoke, the trailer had come to a stop as the sound of the enforcers getting out of their car could be heard. The three that were awake began to scoot close to one another. Yavanna had heard that they were siblings or very close friends who had found themselves on the wrong end of a debt collector one day. Most of their customers had seen their relationship and normally rented all three. It was too much space and hassle to purchase three of them alone anyway. Their conversations and apologies if they hurt one another when they returned told Yavanna all she needed to know about what their specialty was. The other two were awakened, slender girls like her, but they still had yet to blossom fully It hurt to see newcomers to this profession, as ill suited a name it could be for this life, but Yavanna barely even knew them. They could talk but everyone kept to themselves. It wasn't a very social job outside of the talk clients had behind closed doors. The six of them all looked towards the latch which kept them contained in their prison as it was opened and were thrown out into the outside world one by one.
Yavanna was the third to hit the ground face first. She picked herself up as her lungs breathed in the heavenly scent of untainted atmosphere. It was intoxicating how much of a drug it was after those long drives that seemed to go on for days. She gave a look around her surroundings which surprised her. The desolate lands of Egypt had been replaced by an elegant looking house that almost excreted wealth. Nearby seemed to be a busy looking road leading to a city far off in the distance. They were clearly in the United States, but exactly where was the question. It hit her like a brick about why the transportation had been so long. They were rounding up the best girls they had for this man (sometimes woman) who may as well had a "company barbecue" ticket based on the first impression. What were those anyway? Some of the handlers had been organizing one for a while and she had little clue what one detailed. A hand found its way across her wrist and forced her into a line with the other five girls. She had taken up the fourth position just as the final girl was placed behind her. The girls were then led into the back entrance of this large mansion. There were terrified mumbles, like there always were. Yavanna had been there herself for the first couple of times, but this business had a funny side effect on the girls. If you stuck around long enough, you suffered a fate worse than the girls who were killed. Food lost its taste and aspect. Clear and unpolluted water turned into a rarity; something which you fought and almost died for in some cases. Clothing was just a shell of yourself, something that could be torn off in the same amount of effort it would take to tear it off. The act didn't even hurt anymore. It came and went as quickly as quickly as it began. You turned into the very chunk of flesh and sexual embodiment of lust that your captors were selling you off as. Some girls couldn't make it past the first week, some the first month. It was common to form bonds in this type of environment, but even worse to see a girl who you had just gotten to know to suddenly disappear for another "unknown reason". You survived, or suffered even more, if you kept things to yourself. It was what she had been told when she had her first night alone with the other girls as a child. It was only you in this world. If there was a chance to escape and others were watching, you didn't go back for one. You barely had a chance at saving yourself.
They were marched up a flight of stairs and through a door which gave way to the interior of the house. The concept of money was known and flaunted here no doubt. White stone heads of people Yavanna barely knew or cared for, paintings of such, and even the tasteless vase which served no purpose. It was as stereotypical as the term "rich white man" was in Egypt. They were led into another large room, horizontally wider than vertically. Maybe it a meeting place of sorts? Ironic, if it were to be correct. The six were placed in front of the door and then stood silent as the three handlers sat down at opposite ends of the table while the first left to go fetch their customer. Yavanna would stand idly as she could finally measure herself up against the others. She was certainly the tallest and "gifted" of the bunch. The matted hair and stench coming off all of them was a wonderful deterrent. It would hopefully be enough to turn the tides in their favor so they could get out of this situation, at least for now. The other girls were busy trembling as they awaited what could have been their ticket to an unpleasant night. It was pretty clear that this was still their "breaking in" period. One could wonder why she was even brought in if the customer had a thing for the squeamish. On that same note, the door was opened as they came face to face with the person that would have the honors of sleeping with one of them tonight. His hair with neat, wore a blue suit, somewhat young for somebody to own all of this. While maybe not some kind of Senator, it was still somebody that most Americans would probably be awestruck to meet in their lifetime. To her, just another butcher eyeing his selection for sale.
They talked for a while, maybe five minutes, shared a bottle of wine and went straight to business. He inspected each girl was if she were one of those paintings in the halls they had just come from, which they probably were to all men in the room at the moment. The smell was working to their advantage though. He was doing his best to fight it, but nobody could last forever. If he was holding his breath in between inspections it would be over before the man made it to the third girl. He gave another break so he could not be assaulted by the stench, and then moved onto her. Yavanna gave him a deadened stare while he sized her up. A bit of uneasiness began to swell inside her for whatever reason. He obviously liked what he saw, but why was she experiencing this strange sensation now? Nothing was new about this guy. She had met and served countless ones like him since she could remember. He gave a smirk that she almost wanted to deck him in the face for before reaching out and groping a "heavenly unmentionable" as the other girls watched. The blood rushed up to her cheeks as she bite down on her tongue to keep from showing any kind of pleasure from the act. He said something in English and moved onto the next girl behind her. Another few minutes passed by as he continued in small talk with the lead handler. Yavanna was continuing to struggle to understand what she was feeling in her. It was as if every emotion she had held back had come up all at once and demanded to be let in. She cursed herself for her appearanced while hoping that he would stop glancing towards her after every minute or so. The client glanced over at the selection again before saying the two words that every girl in the business knew by heart, with a finger pointed at her. "That one."
Losing herself for a moment, every thing came back to her. Specifics were hard to describe, but it was like every emotion and memory had suddenly resurfaced tenfold as punishment for their repression. The other girls were led off as well as the extra two handlers as the man and Yavanna were led towards the "business room". She was taken by the hand again and led behind the head handler and her customer. All the while, she was panicking as her mind was doing all it could to restore order. She didn't run away or attempt to flee, but she just wanted that sight off of her. The look in his eyes made it clear that he intended to make his purchase worth every dollar he spent. All she could do was watch as they joked something about that look on her face and laughed as she was frantically looking around for something to take her mind off this man. Soon enough, they reached his living quarters and was forced inside before given the usual instructions. She began to motion to undress before being told to shower, in his bathroom of all places. Yavanna slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. A quick look of the cupboards and supplies showed the man did his homework. They were cleared of anything that could be used in an act of violence, either against her or himself. There was a window, but after jumping from a third story floor, you certainly weren't going to get away easily. She resigned to her fate as she had done, all while the feeling was almost suffocating at this point. His gaze kept replaying in her mind as the water for the shower was turned on. She rid herself of her clothing and felt her knees tremble before she fell to the ground in a crumbled mess. Yavanna then allowed the tears to flow down her cheeks in the shower as she did her best to remain silent. It was worse than any pain she had experienced this far, and every new tear stung like a nail driven into her eye.
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Momo » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Fractal » AGEx/ x 12 » GENDERx/ x Female » SEXUALITYx/ x Heterosexual » BIRTHDAYx/ x May 4th » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x Unknown » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, Brockton Bay
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» HEIGHTx/ x 4'7 » WEIGHTx/ x words here » EYE COLORx/ x Silver blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Was originally black, but after her trigger it turned a silver and blue hue. » BUILDx/ x Very small and petite. » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ xMomoi always is wearing a jacket of sorts, in attempt to cover the scars all over her arms and back. Her hair is an odd hue, making her stick out among others. And we don't forget her bunny slippers. One of the first things she ever found after she left the lab, she never goes without them.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x write stuff here » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x Momoi herself doesn't have a costume, however when she goes into her Breaker Form she becomes a crystal/glass like figure, making her face obscure and unknown.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Chaotic Good
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Breaker 10 » POWERS
Breaker Form
Your body turns turn to a pristine crystalline "glass" which is hard as diamonds. Parts or the whole of your body can shatter into into blast of shards which reaches out to forty feet away from you. In addition to this you can reform your body when in this state and also incorporate new additions to the form by absorbing glass from other sources.
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Momo is in all respects a child. She is playful and happy, always shining with a smile - however she is not without oddities. She lacks any type of social barriers that others experience growing up. Often failing to understand "why" something happens or accept that it's normal, an example being stealing. She fails to understand the concept of why it's not ok, if she herself wants it more than the other person. Her feelings are somewhat fragile as she is just now beginning to develop feelings such as anger or hurt, causing her to be especially sensitive to insults and such. However this doesn't mean that she's stupid, far from it. She learns and adapts to actual knowledge very well, she just find's emotional responses difficult to grasp.
She is often off in her own world in a way, non understanding of the world around her. The type who would walk around in her breaker form not thinking it was a big deal, until chewed out by an older member of her group. At that point she'd act like any emotionally underdeveloped 12 year old and bawl her eye's out for awhile or until someone consoled her. Despite her odd and aloof personality, she is very quick to attach to someone, as she has very little in terms of emotional stability. Possibly making her ability more dangerous than need be would be the tantrums she could start. Being of the Breaker 10 classification, it's rather scary to be on the receiving end of a Momoi tantrum.
» LIKES
↳ Pretty things, Love and hugs, food, playing(she considers jobs as playing), animals
» PASSIONS
↳ PLAYING!, Emotional support (love, hugs, being treated like family)
» DISLIKES
↳ Screaming, vegetables, water (doesn't know how to swim)
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Hospitals, Doctors, Alcohol smell, sharp objects, not having a last name.
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x Undersider - After joins » POSITIONx / x Main member..eventually.
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x Follows the other's wherever they go.
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Write stuff here - Stuff that would end up in a report - Or in the news - Or in a newspaper - It can be good or bad - Stuff
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█ »x Backpack █ »x Small panda wallet █ »x █ »x
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» BACKGROUND
As mentioned in Momoi's trigger event, she was a human lab rate in attempt to start a line of case 53's without the horrible side effects. However before they could actually make her a case 53, she triggered and gained her abilities naturally. Her whole life she had lived inside of a glass, being watched from unknown places by unknown people. Once her trigger activated and she was able to make her way out of the lab, she lived off the streets for a year or two before being picked up by officers and attempted to be forced into a foster home. However due to the difficulty of Momoi's nature, she quickly forced her way out of the place and is currently moving around New Brockton, living off the streets. -short i know-
» TRIGGER EVENT
Even from Momo's earliest memories she always seemed to be behind glass, with some type of eye's peering at her from the other side. She never truly understood the reason for this even today, but maybe this was because she was a child. Momo was the first major attempt at production of a man made ability or cape without the crazy side effects of Case 53s. Basic chemicals and compounds were used in an attempt to force out a major emotional response, however the major secret to this was causing events that would naturally cause a trigger event to happen. By the age of 6 Momo had already dealt with more horrible things than probably any her age. She had nearly been drowned, electrocuted and many other things that could be named but alas nothing really happened...or at least that could be seen. All these threats being perceived to Momo from some unknown person or thing on the other side of the looking glass seemed to compound and eventually cause an explosion of emotions. Something like a shook up can of soda.
Momo's intelligence level was far bellow average, but she could understand basic words. Instinctual words that her body just seemed to naturally learn, like food, water, sleep, ect. As one would figure, she never knew her real mother, or even knew what a "mom" really was besides the instinctual value of the word itself. But when the doors opened for one of the first times ever, she immediately knew who that woman before her was. She was beaten and scuffed, her face hardly recognizable to anyone, but beneath all the blood and bruises she still smiled at Momo. Rushing to her mother's arm's Momo would scream random gibberish in attempt to communicate, her emotional barriers she had constructed over the years falling apart in mere moments. But the only thing that the woman said when Momo got close was "NO". Everything else she said muffled out by the sound of gunfire. In a final attempt to cause Momo to form abilities, they gunned down her mother in front of her. The only thing that Momoi could see was the glass flickering slightly from the flash of guns, before everything went dark.
When she awoke everything was shattered and broken, the glass that had eluded her for so long was now gone. The room was tore up and ravaged, yet their was no blood..nor bodies.
XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ Ross Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx TINKER
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Just call him Ross » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x None yet » AGEx/ x 38 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x May 5th, [38 years ago?] » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x USA, Worcester » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x USA, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 5' 10" » WEIGHTx/ x 160 lbs. » EYE COLORx/ x Brown » HAIR COLORx/ x Black, Greying » BUILDx/ x Thin, slight paunch. Some muscle definition. » OUTSTANDING FEATURESx/ x Wavy hair. Carries a pocket knife. A bit twitchy, seems constantly hyperaware sometimes. Otherwise almost supernaturally average.
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Tends to wear jeans and a t-shirt. Jeans and a dress shirt for work. Has three pairs of shoes. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x None so far. Will come soon.
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» DISPOSITIONx/ x Neutral (Willing to do what it takes to provide for his family, excepting murder. Self-defense makes sense to him, but premeditated murder is a line he doesn't want to cross. This might imply Chaotic, but for now he is fully willing to work within the bounds of the law. Has a measure of respect for law enforcement personnel despite a general disdain for government in general.)
You possess a tinker power to create internal devices which are designed to make a person's body more resilient. Examples include bone reinforcement, defensive mesh, trauma cocktails, and ways to stop internal bleeding. However you are limited to defensive measures in a way that prohibits you from creating upgrades that can be used offensively. As well you are lacking in the ability to branch out into other areas of technology beyond this application.
Attention "Sense"
You are able to tell when people are not focused on a task. Allowing you to figure out when their focus shifts, if they're zoned out, or otherwise not able to focus on things outside of their inner thoughts.
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INTJ - https://www.16personalities.com/intj-personality (Thought it would be a good opportunity to use a Meyer's Briggs indicator)
An architect by profession, Brown has a bit of an artistic streak. A perfectionist when he was younger, he has finally learned from experience that deadlines help him to let go of a project that would otherwise continue to consume his time for marginal gains.
Very thoughtful and methodical sort of person. Since his trigger however, he's begun to distance himself further from his estranged ex-wife and not as estranged son. Has a lot of self-doubt that he thought he'd already dealt with. A fact that causes him to second guess himself even more in a vicious spiral.
But he might have a deathwish at this point. Who knows?
More forthcoming on his general sort of voice. I'm trying to pin it down.
» LIKES
↳ Horror/thriller novels, old music, working out, coffee, instant ramen
» PASSIONS
↳ Buildings, the City, his son Hunter
» DISLIKES
↳ Government oversight (not too much, just annoyed by it), whiskey, oak furniture, intrusions on workspace
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Crime, lazy or unfocused people, social manipulations and bullies
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» CURRENCYx / x $00.00 (If he’s got a day job, should he have money?)
» AFFILIATIONx / x Rogue Cape / Grey Eagle Industrial Design and Engineering Inc. » POSITIONx / x 3D modeling technician.
Full Time
» RESIDENCEx / x A flat in New Brockton
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
- Evening News Story: “Drive-by cripples teen student driver”
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Ross Brown never believed his aspirations were very high at all. His father was a lawyer, his mother, a surgeon but he wanted to be an architect. He didn’t care if he didn’t rise above middle class wages, it was what he wanted to do. He made the American dream complete with the white picket fence, a wife and two kids, one on the way when tragedy struck. His older son, Arthur, at ten years old struck dead by a drunk driver who wasn’t paying attention and driving too fast around a residential neighborhood. He blamed himself for not paying attention, or not reacting soon enough, even though the doctors said he was killed instantly. His wife, Eika never did blame him out loud but there was always a rift thereafter, and a lack of trust. Two years later, Ross never found his way out of the pit of depression and he and his wife agreed it would be better if they legally divorced. His depression only got worse and he stopped working out after he lost his job and found a new, crappier one. What was once a happy place filled him with self-loathing and bitterness.
Eight years later, his second son, Hunter, was sixteen and excited to start driving. He was actually good at it, but Ross still got nervous every time they got in the car, agonizing over teen driving statistics, but never really never enough to make him want to cut off this pretense for connecting with his teenage son.
Like a greek prophecy, what came next didn’t completely surprise Ross, but it still shook him to his core. While he was teaching Hunter to drive, they were blindsided by some punk in a sports car. The kid just raced off as Ross came back to his senses.
Ross’s trigger event didn’t do much to help his son other than understand the exact details of what had happened to his son’s body. Not dead, as Ross had feared before triggering, but the boy would be crippled without the use of his legs for the rest of his life. Small mercies that his power provided him the insight and focus to make improvised bandages to prevent Hunter from bleeding to death before the ambulance arrived.
But with these powers, he wonders if he can fix his son’s legs and gain some measure of redemption for his carelessness. As of yet, however, he is unwilling to experiment on his son, although he remains hopeful that he can find a solution in the near future.
More immediately is his son’s hospital bills. The insurance company is only paying a margin of the costs. And while there has been an outpouring of support at the church Eika still attends, it’s not enough to cover the rest.
» TRIGGER EVENT
”You were playing with your kids at the playground. They had a ball and started playing catch. They were doing just fine by themselves so you thought you’d sneak a peek at your phone and see how your friends are doing, then a hobby, then sports. You hear a loud thump coming from the streetside and the immediate wash of guilt makes you sick, but you force yourself to rush over to check if your son was alive but you stoop over his tiny frame only to find out he was killed immediately, the doctors told you. The following months were a blur. You beat yourself up over it and your spouse beats you up over it. Neither of you could take it and you got a divorce. Years later, you’re teaching your second son to drive at sixteen. He’s doing much better than you thought he would. But someone smacks into the driver’s side in his blindspot. You lose consciousness for a few terrifying moments, but when you come to, your son is covered in blood and glass and you can’t tell how bad his injuries are. You can’t even bring yourself to check his pulse, it’s happened again, you think. You trigger as you believe the deaths of both of your sons are on your hands.”
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XXXXXXXXXXXX ❖ ALEX RHODES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ↳ Classificationxxx Trump / Striker
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» NICKNAMEx/ x Nickname here » FAMOUS NAMEx/ x Famous name here » AGEx/ x 26 » GENDERx/ x Male » SEXUALITYx/ x Straight » BIRTHDAYx/ x February 21 » HOME COUNTRY, CITYx/ x United States, Detroit » CURRENT LOCATIONx/x United States, New Brockton
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» HEIGHTx/ x 6"0' » WEIGHTx/ x 156 lbs » EYE COLORx/ x Blue » HAIR COLORx/ x Blonde » BUILDx/ x Alex is a thin male with a toned physique. » OUTSANDING FEATURESx/ x Upper body tattoo that covers his upper torso and stretching to his shoulders and straight down his spine. [X]
» CASUAL CLOTHES DESCRIPTIONx / x Normally Alex is found wearing a dirty red hoodie with the hood up and opened without a undershirt. On the occasion that he does have on a undershirt it's usually a black tank top. His lower body is covered by black jeans. » COSTUME DESCRIPTIONx / x No Costume
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» DISPOSITIONNeutral/ Evil
» CLASSIFICATION NUMBERSx/ x Trump [ 7 ], Sub Cat: Striker [ 3 ]
» POWERS
Elemental Fists
You possess a constant striker ability to call energy to your fists as a means of adding extra damage to your blows. However you also have the ability to augment that energy with different elements. Fire, earth, wind, and ice are at your command, though only one at a time. You may use up to two different elements during the course of a single post but may only switch elements once per post.
Power
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Alex has always been one to try and think about what he said or what he did before speaking or acting on his thoughts. But sometimes it felt as if he just couldn’t help himself. And that he would just go ahead and speak or act before his brain could tell him to stop. Only in what he would deem the most important of events would he take the time to stop and assess what was going on before deciding anything. This was always a double edge sword for him, where as his spontaneous nature seemed to get him into trouble his darker demeanor seemed to get him into worse situations.
That could contribute to the way that Alex viewed relationships and how to interact with people. They were only as good as they were useful and once they had out grown their use they were disposable. And such ‘games’ as he liked to call them gave Alex an almost animalistic nature to the point that he thought of situations as actual games. He would look for the best time to exploit the person or people he was dealing with getting the most out of whatever deal they had. Alex’s believes in an almost anarchist society where people should be allowed to do what they want and when they want. Or at least let him do as he pleases.
» LIKES
↳ Candy Suckers, Roaming around, Violence
» PASSIONS
↳ Doing what I want, Causing disruptions
» DISLIKES
↳ Lawful Order, People who think they are better than him
» ANIMOSITIES
↳ Being told what to do (Just Ask)
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx> OCCUPATION INFO xxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work xxxxxgotta get up in the morningxxxxgotta get up and work work work
» CURRENCYx / x $00.00
» AFFILIATIONx / x None » POSITIONx / x Drug Dealer/Enforcer
Situational
» RESIDENCEx / x Homeless
» INFAMYx / x 0 » FAMEx / x 0
» NOTABLE ACTIONS
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> INVENTORY xxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure xxxxxanother man's junkxxxxis another man's treasure
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxxxxxxxx> BIOGRAPHY xxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been xxxxxmy past does not define mexxxxit only shows where I have been
» BACKGROUND
Alex was like any other kid when he was younger, though growing up in a broken home was a bit different. He and his mother were staying with her live-in boyfriend at the time. Alex was introduced into different situations such as beatings and drug abuse. This coming mostly from his mothers boyfriend who was constantly in trouble with the law as it was. It was an everyday occurrence for the police to stop by the apartment. Due to his home life Alex didn't do too well in school, or at least during high school during his last year the boyfriend started using Alex to drop off "supplies" for his friends and clients a like on his way to school.
It didn't take long for the police to catch on and one day they caught Alex making the drop. Arresting him and bringing him to the house the boyfriend denied knowing about the drugs that Alex had been carrying. Though that's not what Alex was saying. At first the boyfriend seemed like he was trying to be a caring individual but once Alex came back from the station and only being charged as a minor Alex's mothers boyfriend lunged at Alex when he returned home. Beating him in front of his mother, calling him all kinds of names for trying to snitch on him in front of the police and that if he knew what was good for him he wouldn't ever try that again. This type of behavior would continue for another year before one night Alex had enough. He packed his things up and left the apartment during the middle of the night. The young boy was only about 19 when he had decided to leave, multiple bruises on his body at the time. The young man would find refuge in a homeless shelter, it was there again he was introduced into the world of drugs. Finding himself wrapped in the world Alex began selling. Every time it was just enough to get by, or just enough to get this, get that, etc. It continued until it eventually lead to Alex trying drugs himself, trying to take the pain away.
A few years later Alex was getting ready for another drop, somewhere in town with a junkie. It was going to be like any other day. Though something was looking up while he walked down the street with his hands in his jacket. Glancing over at the paper vendors he recognized a man on the cover for a story buried deep within the paper. Seemed his mothers boyfriend had still been selling as well. Though it seemed to catch up with him and the entire apartment had been raided. He was sentenced to jail time. This made Alex smile knowing he'd be away for a while, but it never meant Alex was going back to see his mother. She had let it happen. As Alex walked down the alleyway the sun began going down. Now it was time to wait.
» TRIGGER EVENT
It was just like any other day the sun was just going down and people were walking by not noticing a damn thing going on in the damp dark alleyway and that was just perfect for me, it was business as usual. Though my contact had been a little sketchy that day but what else was new when you’re transporting a bit of the good stuff? I’m not too worried about what’s going on with the buyer all I know is that I’m supposed to wait here for the guy…he’s late. As I’m about to take my happy a** back home and count this venture as a loss a group of three individuals start walking down the alleyway towards me. I figured this is the guy, but he wasn’t supposed to come with friends. Either way I can handle it, I’ve been in more than my fair share of fights. So three junkies probably won’t be a problem. Have you ever been wrong? I have.
“So, you got the money?” I asked the group of guys, it’s how I’m going to eat this week. The guys just stared for a moment before questioning back. “What you got?” I reached down into the pocket of my hoodie, left hand held up so they realize this is just a show and tell exercise for now. Pulling out a large bag of your basic narcotics I flash them quickly before pushing the bag back into my pocket. They started smiling as they altogether begin to pull a crumbled wad of money out counting it. One guy is standing back just watching them and me, he’s giving me the creeps and I want to punch him in his face for just staring. But getting back to business we get closer to each other after they make the count in front of me and we give the glance back and forth before exchanging our respected products. That’s it, that’s my que to leave. As I brush passed the first two I bump shoulders with the third guy which I don’t think too much of it. Let people do what they want and all that. Suddenly I find myself on the ground head with a splitting headache and blood rushing down the back of my head. Like I said business as usual.
They brought a damn baseball bat with them. Trying to get up I push myself up before being kicked by what I thought were three junkies, well two out of three isn’t bad. I manage to shove one of them away as I push myself up against the wall. The guy with the bat is the one I had been watching and bumped shoulders with. Now I’m pissed but hey free entertainment. Shoving the second one back I lunge at the guy with the bat trying to one grab it and punch him in his stupid face. I manage to get the punch but missed the bat as he pulled it away from me. Looking back the other two at back at me. Grabbing my waist and at my arm trying to consume me with numbers. All the while they keep talking to each other about splitting the money as they shove me back against the wall. The baseball bat connects against my stomach and I spit up a bit of blood while the others hold my arms and push against my shoulders. “God, you guys are assholes!” Soon their comments stop and they start laughing, like they know something I don’t, what the hell is going on? The two let go of my arms and let me off the wall. As I step forward the man with the bat shoves it up under my chin and against my throat. “If you beg maybe we’ll let you live.” His voice sounded a little weird, not natural. “Yeah…that’s not going to happen.” I replied defiantly, no one tells me what to do. I moved quickly shoving the bat away from my throat and swinging another punch at the man. He moved and cracked me along my ribs with the bat hard. I kneeled out of pain as I look up at the man now. My left arm cupped against my side trying to breath from the last shot. Now I’m a little worried, but damn this is still fun. Suddenly the bat is at my face again and I shove it away barely. One of the other two hit me in the face hard before pulling my hair and head back to look at the man. The baseball bat went back into my face and this time I swung at it with my open hand. Hell, I missed I was at least a few inches away. Man I was in a bad situation.
Again, these assholes were laughing, or maybe it was just that I was getting hit in the head too many times. I smiled back at the guy holding the bat before his laughing stopped and his face became stoic. He wasn’t impressed with my level of defiance. Looking at the guy now as my head and arms are being held back I tried to regain my focus. He dropped the bat on the ground after looking at it for a moment. Speaking up he knelt in front of me. “So, we gave you a chance, now I’m going to show you a monster.” He started to smile again but as he did his mouth split open wide and large fangs appeared. His arms stretched forward a bit and ripped the shirt he was wearing as his hands formed into two different things. His left mar bulked up and his fingers stretched into what looked like an axe. His right arm did something similar though instead of an axe it looked like the bones in his hand had curled together to form a large brutal sledgehammer. My eyes weren’t lying what the hell was this.
My heart was racing as the other two dropped me and fell along the ground. They rushed up towards the man who had changed into a monster and slammed into his large growing body. Shuffling back along my hands and feet I tried to get away but I was quickly scooped up by the back of my hoodie. The monster threw me against the wall and before I could hit the ground he pushed his large club like hand up onto my chest holding me about a foot from the ground. Looking at him my body ached and my head hurt. There was a goddamn monster in front of me. Did I take the drugs and forget about it? My hands came up trying to pull his hand away but nothing. He laughed and dropped me before pushing me against the wall again. I think it knocked me out because that was the last I remember. I woke up with just a small backpack full of clothes on a bus heading to a place called New Brockton.
