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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:02 am
ℓist σ' characters: Ⅰ. Jayden Ryder
Ⅱ . Anna-Marie Ainsley
Ⅲ . Elijah Calligan
Ⅳ . Amadeus Calligan
Ⅴ . Vayu
Ⅵ . Alexander Berker
Ⅶ . Nicholas Diederich Rayner
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:02 am
 Quote: "Schizophrenia beats dining alone."
Character Name: Jayden Ryder
Nickname: Jay, J
Age: 18
Date of Birth: 08/02/xxxx
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight as an uncooked spaghetti noodle.
Race: Human
Appearance: Jayden stands at approximately five feet and ten inches. His build is not so much as one having done many years of sports or physical activity, but is lean enough to prove that he worked hard during physical education class and have a rather fast metabolism (of which he is very proud of you, mind you, and flaunts whenever possible). Is weight is about one hundred and fifty two pounds, fairly common for one of his stature and build. His skin is rather pale, indicating his lack of sunlight due to activities such as school (a common excuse) and lurker around his home (or friends houses). His hair color is that of sandy blond, styled in however he wakes up in the morning or if his sister manages to get a hold of him and keep him still enough to make him look 'presentable'. His eyes are a light baby blue in color, at times mirroring a bright, cloudless day. His clothing style ranges mostly in contemporary pieces such as form fitting jeans (or regular jeans, depending on his mood or his lack of care in his presence for the day), a comfortable shirt, some sort of belt and arm band, and pair of comfortable shoes (preferably his black vans and lime green shoelaces...simply because the shoelaces stand out and look utterly awesome in his opinion). It's not beneath him to wear a vest or some type of top hat, although he doesn't wear hats that often.
Personality: Most people (alright...nearly all people), would call him a dork. Asstard is another comment someone has said to him, although mostly because they were flustered or aggravated with him. Jayden isn't the sort of person to take most things to heart, first of all. He'd find arguments where he and someone else exchange insults and a flick of the forehead more amusing than harmful. He has a playful sense of cockiness about him as well. Rather than letting someone think that he's hurt or sick, he'd play it off as something else and brush it aside, normally striking some sort of 'manly' post (that of which his legs are shoulder length apart and fists at his size in macho-man style, often fantasized with a cape flowing off his shoulders in a glorious breeze) and assuring that all is well. He hates when people nag on him, however, and will more often ignore the person whom is doing said nagging, mumbling things such as 'Mhmm', 'Yeah' and 'Uh-huh' at random intervals to seem as if he's participating in the one sided nagfest. To sum most of it up: He's not flustered by a lot of things. If there's one thing he dislikes, however, it is definately when someone tries to pick a fight. Because of his family situation (which is listed below in the biography), he's not afraid to back down. He won't land the first punch, and he won't try to illicit a fight either, but if someone pisses him off enough, he'll defend his own. He's not the greatest fighter, not having specific training or style, but he can do pretty well with his own freelance style (titled: The-Fight-With-Siblings-Fu). To put things in even simpler terms (because stating this earlier wasn't helpful enough, apparently): He's a good guy to be friends with, and isn't a total enemy. He can fight, although he'd rather ignore people, and he's a very good storyteller. The end.
Character Flaws: His ability to trust people is a very large flaw of his. He's not suspicious of most people, and judges them on how they first act around him. This could also be a flaw, especially later on. If someone tends to be rude, he keeps away. If someone's nice and happen to share some interests, he'd be more than happy to call them a friend. One more is that he has been raised to basically understand that those older than him, hold a bit more knowledge. If he had to take a twenty year old's word against his one...he mine as well side with them for their two extra years of experience. It's just how he's been raised (although he definately knows better than to believe strangers with candy. Bloody creepers.)
Alignment: Neutral, currently. He'd rather NOT cause trouble...not that he really knows what's going on anyways.
History: His history is completely unknown...to your average, everyday strangers, that is. Jayden Ryder was born to Mr. Nathanial and Mrs. Samantha Ryder. He is the fourth child to be born, second son, and the youngest. His siblings by age are: Jeremy Ryder (22), his twin sister Emilee Ryder (22), and Sarah Ryder (20) . It wasn't something that Mr. and Mrs. Ryder had expected, really. At first, the two didn't want kids at all, yet, after their first set came (double the reward under the false pretenses of a single entity), they decided that they needed one more. ...Meaning Jayden was, in all accounts, an accident. Besides that one dark realistic cloud he was born under...he lived a relatively normal life. His father worked with the FBI, leading to some rather interesting family outings, and his mother is a real estate agent. Due to his fathers position, the family agreed on having code names for whenever they go out. Nathaniel was Zeus, with Samantha as Hera. Jeremy and Emilee (against their arguments and hatred to this arrangement) were nicknamed Apollo and Artemis. Sarah was appropriately nicknamed Aphrodite for her love of shopping, and making sure her family (mostly her younger sibling because she could sucker him into anything, really) looks decent in everyday life. Jayden is nicknamed Hermes. Not only for his age, but for the fact that he's stolen things from his family (mostly Apollo) for most of his life and done a rather good job when it comes to not being found out about. At times, they'll use this around their house (not just outside of it), and often get befuddled whenever their actual names are called (by friends, school, or coworkers). Life was pretty basic for him, as it is for every day life. Other than the occasional hang out with friends or staying after school for a certain activity, he'd more or less keep himself in the large living room and watching t.v. or in his own room on the computer or playing video games. Or...did he? Things have been a bit strange, if not fuzzy and disconnected when he awoke and found himself in the strange place. Often, he's not sure if all of the other stuff was a dream, this is a dream or...isn't sure at all if he's in any sort of realistic world. It's all very confusing and something he hopes to figure out...if he ever gets the chance too.
Weapons: Unless you call a belt a weapon, nothing.
Items: Cloths on his back, and wrist watch.
Abilities: Clairvoyance: the ability to see that of which is not physically bound. In other words: Ghosts. Clairaudience: the ability to hear the voices of those not physically bound. And lastly, he has the ability to touch ghosts, meaning that he can hurt (or, in a more adequately correct term) 'stun' a ghost, and a ghost can knock him around.
Skills: He's a pretty good runner, having been in track in middle school and often running away from his siblings around the house and neighborhood whenever the dire situation arises.
Danger Level: Green : For the fact that although he can (or will later) speak to ghosts, that doesn't mean he can control them. The beings have a mind of their own, and should they either get mad at him, or get offended because someone is being rude to him (who knows? Maybe he might meet a protective ghost...), things out of his control would happen, resulting in harm for himself and in others.
Likes:
★ Music
★ People Things that cause him great entertainment.
★ A good battle video game
★ Family
★ Sleep
★ Nicknames/Creative insults comments
Dislikes:
◕ Anything involving the word 'work'
◕ ...Family (love hate relationship)
◕ Unnecessary drama
◕ Any forms of insanity
◕ Needles
◕ Doctors of any sort (and dentists...crazy people)
Friends: To be determined!
Enemies: To be determined!
Lover: No one at the moment...
Theme Song: Five Iron Frenzy - Far, Far Away
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 10:04 pm
Ⱦɑʞε Ӎε βɑɓҷ, Φɍ ζεɑʋε Ӎε xxxxxxx Quote: "Ever after better get here, I want love in seconds flat!"Character Name: Anna-Marie Ainsley
Nickname: Anna, Marie
Age: 17
Date of Birth: April 16th
Gender: ♀
Sexuality: ♂ = ❤
Race: Human
Appearance: For a girl, Anna-Marie is considered to be very tall, standing at a full height of five feet nine inches (not including whatever heel she happens to be wearing). She is extremely thin for her height, standing at around one hundred and twenty pounds or so. She'd rather not discuss her weight, for it is something rather rude to ask a woman such as herself. In other words...you're not going anywhere near her if she steps on a scale. Her body is very thin and wiry, but is far from any sort of mental disease. Her legs are long, her body perfectly portioned to have just the right amount of curves to give her something to flirt about. Her hair soft golden color, set in a multitude of styles. Her hair ends at about her lower back. Her eyes are a deep shimmering blue, dappled with a hint of green in her irises, causing them to seemingly change color depending on the light and the angle it hits her at. Her outfits consist mostly of dressed and skirts, or pants, leggings, or shirts that fit comfortably to her form. She's not afraid to show off her body, but she's not going to look like a complete slut. Something to get the boys eye, but enough to keep them 'tame', if you catch my drift.
Picture: I ; II ; III
Personality: Princess-esque, if you will. Not exactly a spoiled princess, but a princess of the 1800's, where women were expected to follow the ways of men. To not talk back, to always be polite and perfect in everything she did. This was how she was raised, and this is how she always strove to be...when her parents weren't around. All she really is, is a girl in love...or who wants to be in love. Love can be hard, though. She wants the PERFECT MAN. She's very critical when it comes to men. Her man HAS to be dreamy, romantic and suave man. Due to this idealistic dream, she has a sort of naivety about her when it comes to real life men. Her assumptions lead to rather...interesting situations. Despite all the day -dreamings, she's a rather laid back girl who loves to giggle over some things and snort and roll her eyes at others. Very down to earth, and pretty intelligent, she'd make an ideal friend. It's not uncommon for her to 'freak out', and she will do the perfect imitation of a horror scream should the need arise in her.
Character Flaws: The fact she's looking for the PERFECT man, isn't going to get her far when getting a boyfriend. She's pretty weak (no muscle, really), so it's easy to hurt her as well. She also takes things pretty seriously and literally, so if someone's playing with her and acting like they hate her, she'd steer clear of them for her inability to tell when others are acting or when they're serious.
Alignment: Good is rather nice.
History: Anna-Marie was born into a very wealthy family. Her bring up was always the best, and losing was never something she was allowed to even think of. Whatever task was presented to her, she always exceeded in it. In school (which was an all girls private academy, mind you) she received a 4.0 in all that she did. She had won competitions in gymnastics when she was younger, swimming, the flute, and the piano when she got older. She can speak French fluently, and is a gifted volley ball player. As stated earlier: Losing was not an option. When she was at home, she obeyed her parents every word, acting as the perfect little lady when they had business partners over for dinner or went to formal gatherings. Personally, she felt like a robot when doing half of the things requested of her, although she never rebelled for the fact that she made her parents happy, knowing they raised the perfect little girl. Life always seemed good for her, and she always preferred to keep it that way. A perfect life for a perfect family. Something everybody would dream of...isn't that right?
Weapons: Nails and high heeled shoes.
Items: Bobby pins, jewelry
Abilities: Invisibility: is the state of an object which cannot be seen. An object in this state is said to be Invisible (literally, "not visible"). The ability to throw up a barrier between her and something. Both will be acquired later and slowly, and each has a time limit due to her control (or lack thereof) and energy to her ability.
Skills: Being the perfect house wife, for starters. She's a pretty good sketch artist as well, often drawing her ideal man/men (taking features from one person she met while adding others and so on).
Danger Level: Yellow - Objects can rebound from her barrier, and...having an invisible foe isn't a cake walk, even if they're weak (makes it a tad worse if they've got spunk!).
Likes:
ღ Boys
ღ Disney
ღ Romance novels
ღ Prince Charming
ღ Elegant dances
ღ Music
ღ Prince Charming
ღ Singing - Which she does on a regular basis
Dislikes:
× Adults
× High expectations
× Horror situations
× People jumping out at her
× Rude/Crude/Disgusting/Vulgar people
Friends: No one as of yet.
Enemies: No one ever, hopefully.
Lover: Prince Charming! [ No one, yet...if ever ]
Theme Song: I Know It's Today! - Shrek the Musical
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:42 pm
 Quote: "I'm fully independent. You don't have to keep pushing me around..."
Character Name: Elijah Calligan
Nickname: Eli, Calli (preferably only girls call him this), Master (only by Amadeus)
Age: 14
Date of Birth: November 16th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Appearance: If he were able to stand, he'd be about five foot seven in height, however, being bound to a wheel chair, he is no doubt shorter than everyone else. His hair is a soft black in color, more often then not stuck in 'bed head mode' and unable to be properly combed out. The 'style' (if one were to call it that) probably makes him look a bit younger than he is, which he is fine with. His eyes are a bright blue, more often then not wide-eyed and curious (or just filled with a shocked emotion that he can't get out due to his 'brother' ). His skin is a smooth flawless pale tone. Due to the time he spends outside, however, it has a bit more color than most pale people. Sooth to say, he's not albino, by any means. His attire usually t-shirts, either having some band name or design label (or just plain ones, he's not choosy) and a pair of comfortable jeans with regular looking skate shoes. His body structure wouldn't be built, although he does have some power to his arms, due to maneuvering about in his wheelchair. The chair is a deep ebony in color, the wheels and stands for his feet silver.
Personality: He would like to say he was a rather carefree individual, but truthfully, he's more realistic. He's usually seen with a smile on his face, although he does have his contemplative and somber moments. Rarely is a frown seen on his features, and if it were visible, it'd more than likely be a crease in his forehead for concern over something, or him thinking deeply. He does try not to be a downer, but depression can tend to sneak up on him at unexpected moments. Elijah is always more than happy to help out anyone in need. His vocal tone is always soft and youthful, despite the fact he might have a bit of advice that someone his age normally wouldn't have (or shouldn't have, to say the least). The only thing he really cares about is his foster brother, more often then not concerned for Amadeus's well-being than his own. He does believe in God, unlike his brother, and is usually caught sending up one prayer or another (more to his parents whom he cares about despite the fact he doesn't remember them) for his brother or someone in help, although he's far from obnoxious about it. He keeps it more to himself than pressing it upon people, accepting their own beliefs.
Character Flaws: His concern for others more than himself, and his frustrations and constant giving up when something happens and he himself can't find a way out of it (he'll more often than not blame himself for whatever happened rather than looking at the bigger picture). He has a rather uncanny habit of giving boys nicknames and calling girls 'sis'. If asked, he doesn't stop for your name is forgotten and your nickname forever engraved in his head (selective hearing and memory).
Alignment: Good
History: Elijah has no true memories that he can hold onto as a child. There was a time when he was able to walk, although he never would have believed it had there not been some sort of image walking. The only thing he can say for sure (and even then it's not for sure to him, its just what other people told him) is that he was born to very intelligent and beautiful parents, and that one night in December (he was six at the time), the family had been returning from their cabin and had ended up crashing. The car was found near a ravine, both adults dead at the scene and their child unconscious in the back. The fire department managed to get the boy out of the truck and into the helicopter that waited, ready to take the child to emergency care. The front of the car was bent so far in that it had managed to pin the boys legs, crushing them along with his pelvis and bottom part of his spine in a bloody mess. Immediate surgery was required, and even then they couldn't do much for him. He would live, but he wouldn't be able to move his legs again. In the end, he had a metal hip put in, as well as metal pins to keep his legs intact and metal plates in his foot. When he woke in the hospital bed, he had no recollection of anything that had happened before or after the accident. It wasn't uncommon for his memory to vanish the next day or a week after, although the damage done to his head wasn't nearly as bad as his legs, and soon his memory began to stay, although what was already lost couldn't ever return. A few months after the incident (and many painful procedures later), someone from child care services had come. With his parents dead, and no family wanting him (being that his parents secluded themselves from the rest of their god awful family), he was placed in an orphanage where he stayed for a good seven years before he was finally adopted (age 12). Mr. Mortimer Calligan and Mrs. Jean Calligan were more than happy to accept that boy into the family and to pay for his bills. It was here he met his foster brother Amadeus who, ironically, had the same birth date as him, although was a few years older. The two became extremely close brothers, constantly around one another no matter the circumstances. It was often remarked that Amadeus followed around and doted on Elijah much like a puppy or faithful dog might, thus earning Elijah the nickname 'master', despite Elijah's wishes on the matter. Now, despite the fact that his legs and lower body cannot grow, he had been admitted numerous times to the emergency room so that the doctors there may add more height to him, making him seem like a perfectly normal sized boy. None of this truly bothers him, considering his brother is always there with him, so he isn't truly alone. Since he had been admitted into the home, he hasn't been alone since.
Weapons: Amadeus (item wise, none)
Items: His wheelchair, ipod, and wallet, which are always in his front two pockets.
Abilities: The ability to create a tangible item. However, he cannot create the entire thing. An important key artifact will be missing (an example would be he could create a gun, but the gun would have no bullets. A knife, but it would be missing the blade, a bow, but no arrow, a packet for cigarette's, but no cigarette's inside. A lamp with no light bulb). When combined with his brothers ability (describe in Amadeus's Abilities section), he is able to fire the weapon, so long as he and his brother are having a physical connection somehow).
Skills: Being able to pop-a-wheelie on his wheelchair, giving people rides, and drawing. He's also a kick a** video gamer.
Danger Level: Yellow - due to the fact he has to be touching his brother when using the weapon (although he just creates it, really).
Likes:
o Video games
o Friends
o Family (His brother, more specifically)
o Girls
o Drawing
o Murder Mystery shows
Dislikes:
● Car crash scenes
● Grave yards
● Obnoxious people
● People's blatant observance of the fact he's handicapped
● Staring
● The doctors office...
Friends: Amadeus
Enemies: No one!
Lover: N-No one...
Theme Song: Everything You Ever Wanted - Hawk Nelson
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:56 pm
 Quote: "Woof..."
Character Name: Amadeus Calligan
Nickname: Mozart, Deus
Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 16th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Race: Faithful Pet Dog Human
Appearance: Amadeus can be a rather intimidating figure. He stands at a good six feet in height, towering over quite a few people. His hair is a dark brown with a few hints of caramel in his short choppy tresses. His eyes are a deep chocolate in color, flashes of amber usually seen when in a certain light, or depending on if he's in an angry mood. He does have an eye patch over his left eye, which will be explained later in his history, although he doesn't necessarily have to wear it. His left eye is lighter in comparison to his right, however, going for more of an almond color than a dark brown. His skin tone is that like his brothers, due to the fact that he also does not go outside as much as his brother does, therefore leaving it a pale like color. He does have some muscle to him, more often than not from carrying his brother around constantly or from the fights he had gotten into as a younger teen. He does have slight scarring on his knuckles as well, a far paler color than his own skin tone making them visible upon close inspection. His clothing generally consists of dark colors or neon colors, depending on where the neon is at. When out and about he'd normally wear a dark t-shirt that fits close to his upper body with skinny jeans that are littered with tattered holes on the front of his legs. Chains or leather straps are more than likely attached to his pants. He wears more than one belt, usually having at least three on his person. On his feet are generally skate shoes or a pair of black Vans. A bar-code tattoo is on his wrist, normally hidden by his fingerless black gloves. Another memento of the past, if you will. Normally seen with a Cigarette in his mouth or tucked behind his ear. Always with a packet of cigarette's and lighter in his back pocket.
Personality: Tuned out of the world, as many would put it. He has a tendency to sort of daze off into space when most people are talking to him about something. It normally happens when people are trying to pick a fight or flaunt their testosterone. He has a habit of tuning out girls as well, simply for the fact that he's been annoyed by more than half of the ones he's met. He used to have a really horrible attitude, which probably sparked a few enemies at the time, although for the time being he has paid his dues for the things he had done. Nowadays he's a bit more toned down and relaxed, although he's not afraid to tell someone to Shut Up or that he doesn't like them...or that they're stupid...and so on and so forth. He is not into talking much, and the only person he seems likely to talk to is Elijah. He is, in fact, into men, although one look at him you wouldn't have ever thought that. He doesn't share the same mannerisms as most stereotypes have on homosexuals, although he does have some sort of affection, mostly for Elijah. He does care deeply for the young boy, which is apparent whenever the two talk. Amadeus is always responding to Elijah, and is always on the defense when someone talks about the ebony haired boy. It isn't hard to make him mad, but it isn't exactly easy...when he is mad, however, all hell breaks loose. He might not fight to the kill, but he will be sure to go until someone is unconscious, using whatever tricks he has up his sleeve. He's a pretty dirty fighter and isn't afraid to fight as such. It is to be noted that he did NOT derive his name from the famous composer. He has no musical talent whatsoever, including that of the air guitar. Just...no.
Character Flaws: Elijah, duh. His endearment to the other is probably one of his biggest, considering it's the only time he seems vulnerable. Another is the fact that he has a childish side to him, one that he has a tendency to block out anything he thinks his stupid, which might be important at the time or in the near future.
Alignment: Good (siding only with Elijah)
History: Amadeus was born in the slums of Oakland California, a place where children needed to be picked up from school by their parents immediately unless they wanted their child kidnapped or gang assaulted. Walking home alone was a very dangerous thing. Of course, for Amadeus, this was a danger he was always more than happy to risk. His family life could only be summed up in one word: s**t. He wasn't born to two happy parents, two average parents, or two horrible parents. His mother was a prostitute who didn't want him. Who somehow managed to contact her father and black mail him into keeping the child or else she'd sue him for whatever little money he had left in his life. The moment he was born, he was immediately placed in his 'fathers' arms and hefted away. From there, he lived in a dumpy trailer, forced to endure his fathers endless drinking and drug habits. Continually putting up with the nonstop abuse he was receiving. Everyday he had to face walking to school and running into creeps of the 'neighborhood'. Age seven was the turning point in his short life. He had done something to upset his father yet again, and this time paid for it dearly. If asked to remember what his father had been mad about that day, Amadeus would merely shrug in response before carelessly walking away. His father, consumed by anger and drugs had taken a beer bottle and smashed it against the counter top that morning. Yelling at the boy to look at him, the boy did so and instantly felt pain sear across his eye. The man had taken the beer bottle and thrown it at his son. Whether or not he meant to hit the child, it wasn't for certain, but it hit the boy anyways. His father continued to hit the child before kicking him out the door and telling him to get to school. It wasn't until he got to school with a bloodied hand covering his eye that a school administrator took action. Amadeus was taken to the hospital to get the wound cleaned as best as possible before putting the bandage over his eye to keep from stressing it. His father was arrested...and that was the last Amadeus ever heard of or from the man again. Amadeus had gone through three different Foster homes (each ending in complications of his personality) before he came to the Calligan residence (age eight). The couple handled the boy very well, being careful and diligent with him. They didn't have any complications until he turned thirteen and began having problems with kids at school and people in general. It wasn't uncommon for him to return home with a black eye (usually his left one, considering it was blind) or cuts on his knuckles or blood on his shirt. This continued for two years, the teen even being brought home in handcuffs a few times. It all died down when he turned fifteen and met the newest addition to the family, Elijah. The cute and innocent kid definately needed someone to protect him, and some brotherly instinct within Amadeus came forth, deciding for him that he'd help the kid out. The elder child did have some problems after that, but within a few years those complications soon dissipated and he devoted his energies to his younger brother and secret love.
Weapons: Pocket knife he keeps in his shoe, multiple belts, fists, his feet, anything he can find at the time.
Items: Pocket knife, packet of cigarette's, lighter.
Abilities: He is able to create the main focus of an object. His ability completes Elijah's. The bullets to the gun, the bulb to the lamp and many, many more. Although his ability has a bit more than Elijah's, it's still pretty useless when the two aren't together. An example would be he could create a dagger blade, but he'd get cut handling the object considering he had no hilt to hold onto.
Skills: Street fighting, mystery solving, lifting/carrying people things, and getting lost.
Danger Level: Yellow - His power is only half complete, useless if not with Elijah, but dangerous when the two are combined.
Likes:
● Elijah
● Smoking
● Murder Mystery shows (often competes against Elijah to see who was the murderer first)
Dislikes:
o 'Tough guys' They're not intimidating, just stupid.
o Anyone picking on his Elijah
o Those who are clingy or get too attached
o Drama
o Talkative bunch of people
Friends: Elijah Calligan
Enemies:
Lover: Elijah Calligan ( despite the fact the feeling isn't mutual in that aspect, he still loves the other. )
Theme Song:So Cold - Breaking Benjamin
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:30 pm
 "C'mon now. We can't be having a fight if you're all mad and stuff. It just isn't fun." ♥--- The Surface
Name x Vayu [Pronounced: Vah-You]
Gender x ♂
Age x 333! Or..so he wishes. He's not exactly sure if sleeping for centuries counts, or how long he had been asleep. He's...old, let's just say that, although he appears to be eighteen.
Appearance x A light odd sea green in color, his hair defies the very gravity the demon defies (or, likes to, anyways). His ears are held at slender points, giving way to the fact that he is indeed not human. His iris's are a deep reddish brown in color, usually showing a simple emotion like laughter or joy. His body does have some muscle definition to it, although it's usually hard to see when his clothing is moving around in the breeze. His skin is a gentle tan in color, from the multitude of times he's flown in the sunshine. Before coming to this place (wherever this is, really...), he would usually wear a pair of pants of a white color, very light in material, allowing no resistance when he flew, and a sturdy cloth like material under his foot, a band between his big toes and folded over his top foot. Now, however, he's been forced to wear a pair of black jeans, a white short sleeved shirt, and this odd noose tie around his neck, a deep red in color. No shoes covering his feet, however, for which he is thankful. He stand at around 5'11 and weighs a good 140 pounds. He, like many demons, have two sharp incisors for teeth (like a vampire, but not as pronounced), often showing when he's giving a boyish smirk. His nails, as well, are sturdy and somewhat long, allowing him to tear into cloth and flesh with relative ease.
Sexuality x Heterosexual
♠--- Below the Surface
Quirks x Anyone with a sense of humor or a bright outlook is okay in his book!
Interests x
○ Freedom
○ Humans. They're an oddity in themselves
○ Fighting
○ Games
○ Personalities
○ Exploration
○ ...a lot of other stuff.
Disinterests x
● Too serious of people
● Pain (it ruins things)
● Being considered a lab rat
● Underestimated (like, if someone is attempting to taunt him because he appears weak or doesn't want to fight).
● Liars
● Priests/Priestesses/anything or anyone of Holy value
● People poking and prodding at him like some sort of specimen.
● Sour foods
● Fighting fire (he's fine with being around fire, but if he has to fight the element, he doesn't like it.
Behind the Face x Vayu is a very, very peppy, happy-go-lucky, jovial creature. It probably isn't in his fellow demons best interest that he acts in such a way, but he still does. He would rather embrace emotion than push it away. Excitement, joy, happiness...any of those emotions he wears on his sleeve. He rarely takes someone seriously, and thinks it best to enter into anything with a smile. Anything being a conversation, a meeting, a fight, even! Battles when angry aren't fun and it loses the moment of it all. Where's the good in that? It would be hard to make this charismatic demon mad. His main range of emotions would be happy, sarcasm (lighthearted, of course), put down, exasperation and anger. Sadness is practically extinct. He doesn't pity people and he doesn't feel bad if someone dies or he kills them. They're the ones that brought this upon themselves, right? If they die it's their fault.
Feel the Music x The Butterfly
♣--- Out of this World
Species x Wind demon
Weapon of choice x A metal boomerang with a sharp blade along the edge. There is a handle, yes, with which he throws it, but once it is released, the wind catches a device the pushes it back so that it forms an entire blade. When it comes back around, Vayu uses his wind to close the latch so he may catch it again.
Items x His boomerang, and the leather strap that holds the boomerang on his back, allowing him easy access when reaching back to the handle.
Powers x Total and complete control over wind.
Flight: Pretty darn self explanatory. He can fly up to great heights and speed downwards quickly. If he's not flying, he could use gusts of air to propel himself forward or up (like jumping really high), or even hovering.
** Hovering is his extent, although if he's sitting he can lift himself a few good feet off the air.
Mini Tornado's: Small tornado's of air that are able to at least push people back. The most damage they could do would be creating dents in cars and walls, and throwing people back a few feet. Kind of like someone ramming into someone else, if you will. They could also twist around his hands and feet so that he could create a heavy impact with a kick or a punch.
Tornado's: As great as the ones here on earth. This takes up a lot of energy, however, and is only used in desperate situations.
Wind Blades: Blades of wind that he could create, spinning them like rings. These blades create either small cuts or gashes, depending on the size and how sharp he wants them.
Movement: Due to his ability he can move as fast as the wind or as slow. Whether it be 5 miles per hour or 300, he can do it.
**His highest speed thus far will be about fifteen miles per hour
Wind tunnel: People need air to breath, right? Well, Vayu can create a bubble (so to speak) of moving wind, either pulling air out of a specific area or object (like a vacuum), or putting air in. It works if someone needs mouth to mouth, and can kill if need be. This takes a lot of energy and time, however...and it's not fun, so he doesn't use it much anyways.
Wind Carrying: Ability to carry his voice on the wind. A nice little joke to play on people.
- - His powers are far easier to access when he is in the open air and surrounded by wind. It's not too much trouble indoors, but he still has to summon it, which drops his energy more than being outside.
** Side note: Because he has not been in use of his powers for a long while (read bio for full understanding), he is not going to have full access to them. He'll have more at his disposal later on, but for now, the names of his abilities that are colored, are the ones that he can do with ease. The others, he'll need to 'warm up' for, so to speak.
Color of the Wind x Red The trigger being the feeling of helplessness. He doesn't like feeling cornered and contained, and if he feels that death is upon him, he'll fall back on an animalistic type of trait: the one to defend oneself, and he'll let the demon way of thinking take over, rather than his own. Feeling desperate to survive can be a common trigger when in a purely intense battle that lost its fun. That, or somehow managing to piss him off will do the trick.
Weakness x Fire. Fire is the one substance that Vayu always feels threatened by. Not fire in general, but someone with an ability over fire, or a control of fire. Fire consumes air, which is generally feeding off his wind.
Skills x Very acrobatic, limber, and flexible. He's often seen doing flips and hand stands whenever possible. He stretches often enough as well, especially before a good fight. He is pretty powerful too, with the ability to create a fist sized hole or crack in cement or rock. This, of course, does not help when he's flung and collides with granite, denting it in and having debris fall on him. Due to his ears, his hearing is impeccable. His nose is pretty sensitive, able to pick out certain things (like species, somewhat far off scents and the like), and his eyesight is pretty well enforced (considering he needs to see his target from way up high in the air).
♦--- Deep Down
A Powerful Tale x Vayu was born to two demons who both had the ability over wind. For him, it was a dog eat dog world. Sure, he was taken care of when he was younger, but the moment his powers came into play, he would have to fend for himself. His father, a rather powerful man himself, had taught the young Vayu as much as he could, trying to remain as patient as possible with the boy instead of giving up and just killing the brat. His son wasn't what he had hoped for, and didn't turn out as he had expected he might. Unlike all the other blood thirsty creatures they lived around, Vayu was nothing like them. He'd prefer to laugh at them, a constant grin on his features. That happy-go-lucky attitude would more often than not get him and his father into many arguments. For many years the two yelled at one another, gotten into fights and thoroughly tried to blow one another apart. Due to his age, at the time, Vayu was always bested. It's truly a wonder that his father didn't kill him back then. His mother might have had something to do with it...but who ever heard of a caring demon mother? Surely not him.
As Vayu got older, he got stronger. His abilities were passing his father in many ways. It did take a while for him to posses these (for he's not some super maniac freak, and getting thoroughly injured doesn't help ones learning experience. Especially if you're stuck in a bed for a month or so...) powers, but by the time they came into full bloom, he overcame his father in a heated battle and killed the man. Were there regrets? No. It was just how things were. People fought and died, and if one wanted to get stronger, they needed to kill. The demon was content with life as it was, lounging around at most times, killing others and causing jovial placed damage among human homes and villages. It was when he was deemed a problem that someone was sent in to seal the demon away. The demon isn't exactly sure when or how this happened, but for many years, the demon was sealed away in a single artifact. Seals, however, can indeed be broken, and his was. The effects of the seal caused the demon to sleep for weeks still. As he slept, the changes of the world fell into his mind like a dream, catching him up to all that was going on, leaving him not too far behind. He doesn't understand much of things now, and wouldn't really know how to use them, but he knows them by name and sight and that's good enough for him!
What the demon didn't realize, was that he had been unbound sometime in the recent months. A woman had picked up the seal in which he had been placed in and took it home as a token of some sort of tourist thing. Unintentionally, she had placed it on the fireplace mantle, only for it to break and the demon appeared. The woman, (who freaked out for seeing a half naked man with pointed ears suddenly appear) eventually (after hours of sitting behind her couch with a fire poker) came out from hiding and found interest in the being. Not wanting him to get cold, the woman changed his attire to something more modern before continuing about her day. What she didn't realize was that she blabbed to a friend who...told a friend who told a friend and so on. That night, after spending a few weeks with the sleeping demon, he was gone.
And thus begins his story...
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 12:30 pm
 ●Constant mutterings...: "You try to sound like you think through things, when in fact you're not thinking at all."
●What it says on my documents...: Alexander Berker
●But it's just a name...: 'kid', Alex.
●Numbers continually counting up...: 19 years, seven months, twenty six days, and 14 hours
●Time of arrival in the world...: March 28th, xxxx, exactly at 12:58 and eleven seconds
●Physical anatomy states I am...: Male
●Social...interests: Asexual - May or may not feel attraction, but feels no sexual attraction to either gender.
●My genetic make-up says...: Alexander is, by definition of the word, pale. He has had little contact with the sun all his life, and prefers to keep it that way. He has long, brown hair that hasn't been combed very thoroughly, much less cut it in a long while. His hair reaches to about mid back, although he keeps it contained in a careless, quick low ponytail. He doesn't have time to take care of it (and barely enough time to shower as is), so he doesn't bother. That and he forgets. His eyes are a dull green in color, mostly from showing little to no emotion around people rather than having any sort of defect with them. His height is about 5'9 and weighs nearly 140 pounds, although you'd think him small and frail considering how he hunches over almost constantly over something and keeps his feet on the chair he's sitting on. All in all a seemingly very boring person that would generally be overlooked by any and all.
●I'm just not like the rest... : Alexander doesn't know how to communicate with people, so he doesn't. A lot of people can't seem to catch up to him or understand his conversations for how muddled they are and off the wall. In one moment, he'll go from talking about the technical capabilities the brain has compared to a machine, to suddenly a math problem mid sentence. Even if the math problem is interrupted by his vocal thoughts, he'll finish it at a random instance (like when he's on the shower or eating or checking some data). Many people would refer to him as a kid genius. He just refers to everyone else as inadequate to comprehend him. He doesn't think highly of people, and finds human interaction dull and lifeless. He tries to be nice when saying things, but it doesn't always come out correctly. To sum it up for you all would be to simply say he's awkward. Kind...but awkward. One more thing about him is that he has an easier time understanding harder problems, and a harder time comprehending easy tasks (such as lining the trash can with a bag or loading a dishwasher).
●Somethings wrong with me...: The inability to interact with any biologically living being, and his inability to comprehend the most easiest tasks.
●Do I care...: Neutral - He just wants to work with robots and anything to do with computers (cyborgs included. He's rather interested in them).
●My records indicate...(History): Alexander, in his parents opinion, was probably the most unexpected thing to ever to happen to them. He was planned, but he didn't quite turn out the way they expected him too. His parents, like himself, were thoroughly into their work and figured that their child would be more like a super computer in that it could take care of itself and wouldn't be too much of a hassle. How wrong they were. When they realized the weight of what they had done, it was too late to take it back and thus, had one of their maids take care of him. The first few years were exceptionally easy for them. It was almost like he wasn't their kid. A servant would take him to school and pick him up. A personal tutor would help him with school work until it was done, and then he would have dinner by himself, completely forgotten by his parents. It wasn't until he was ten that they remembered him and allowed him to stay with them in their work place. He served still, more as a prototype than a human being. He grew older with this line of thinking, usually being the child that was forgotten about in class, despite his brilliant test scores. He would continue to be overlooked until he went into Technical Engineering and Robotics for his Masters. Entering the best computer science school, they suggested him into this job to further his career after seeing his first creation, B.I.P (who is his only friend in the entire world, and the best one, for he's the only one to fully understand Alexander). The Research Facility saw his potential and welcomed him in with open arms as an intern for his college program. He continues to strive further in this program, his only main motivation in life is building and creating.
●I'm always armed...: B.I.P - Biogeneric Intellectual Prototype, screwdriver, pen (fine tipped sharpie), code key, I.D., and telecommuting watch to all his creations.
●My brain works like this...: Any and all things robotic or computer generated. He can build with metal parts, work with electrics, and input and output data required to make a computer or robot run.
●Here's where I stand...(Occupation/Rank): Intern for the Robotics Department.
●Achievements thus far...: Just being able to work there is an achievement, although there, none so far.
●What holds my attention...: Computers, Robots, Cyborgs, B.I.P, being alone, his corner.
●What I neglect to find of interest...: People, big-league abilities, show-offs, unable to understand people and people not understanding him, emotions (highly confusing)
●Two's company...: B.I.P
●Three's a crowd...:None
●Biological attraction...: None, and not likely to happen.
●Theme Song: None, as of yet
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:20 pm
 “For me, insanity is super sanity.
The normal is psychotic.
Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ My title...: Nicholas Diederich Rayner
Just a reference...: Age is merely a number...: My Date of Arrival Is...: I've been anatomically recognized as a...: I prefer...: Any sex is fine with him, although females are generally more desired
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ Reflection in the mirror...:Hair Length: Differentiating depending on the areas. The back length ends close to his knee. His bangs that border the outer part of his face end near his shoulders, while the shorter length end just past his eyebrows in varied lengths.
Eye Color: Soft gray (with light blue tints)
Physical Build: Feminine. Gently curved shoulders, thin, lithe frame, long and slender fingers. Soft face and fluid and graceful body movements.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ How I am on the inside...: It's common for Nicholas to be mistaken for a girl, not only for how he looks, but how he acts. His personality could be akin to that of a mother that someone has always wanted. He is calm, gentle, and caring in his own way. He is approachable and easy to speak with. Of course, it comes with his job. He is a very good listener, although he takes what is being said to him, and turns the context around, as if he's observing the 'true meaning' of someone's words and trying to make a puzzle out of it. A word that has been described for him would be a 'sadist', but the word does not seem to do him justice simply because of how he acts. To the patients in the research facility, he doesn't view them as human or humane. In fact, even to his colleagues he doesn't consider them people. For him, the entire world is filled with those who are insane. That is no exception to him, either. He does not hide away the fact that there is something wrong with him. In fact, he fully admits to being insane for his own practice. When he's doing his job, it may seem like he feels bad for whoever is listening to his words, but he feels no shred of compassion or sorrow for anyone. Just how a coroner doesn't feel bad for cutting up a cadaver to look into their body, he doesn't feel bad for those whom he mentally 'tortures' with his words. He can be manipulative and cold. He can (has, and will) give someone hopes and dreams before crushing them, merely to see the mental effect it had on them without caring at all. Or...so it seems. He is extremely unreadable due to his professional aura that he exudes. He's more or less bound to irritate someone without really 'knowing it' and ask why they are so upset with a concerned or even interested tone of voice.
My own personal mistakes include...: He doesn't seem to know when far can turn into too far. Whether it's dealing with someone who has powers or just the people around him in general. Also, specific orders can seem to go awry with him. If someone gives an order and he feels that he should go over the limit of the order, he will.
The side I choose...: Is the one that pelts the weaker children with dodge balls.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ Once Upon A Time...: Nicholas hails from a long line of medical workers. Nearly everyone in his family is somehow involved in the medical field. From Marine Biology to Biology to Surgeons and Nurses to Psychologists and Doctors, they're all there. Everything and in between. His future was pretty much written out for him from the moment his parents discovered that they were going to have a child. By the time he was born, the entire family was ready to begin his education and turn him into the brilliant child they had written him out to be.
Throughout his educational career, Nicholas achieved only the best. Perfect grade point average, perfect attendance. He was the perfect child. The type of child every teacher wanted to have, the type of boy ever parent wanted, the type of person everyone wanted to be. He won awards in all fields and valedictorian in High School. These achievements, however, meant little to him. If his future wasn't made in his grades or schooling, he would have dropped out most definitely to join his father. Anthony Ronell Rayner was a famous doctor who worked in one of the worlds greatest mental institutions. Nicholas would head over there right after school and all day on weekends, earning not only community service, but learning work experience. The mental institution was practically his home in this days. With his mom as an on-duty brain surgeon, the house was practically abandoned.
Nicholas grew to love the place he called home. He was able to observe those that society deemed was unfit to walk about in it. There were often people who seemed perfectly fine, claiming to be sane. They probably were, but who were those that worked there allowed to deem such a thing? The hospital worked hand in hand with the government. Not that Nicholas nor his father cared. The entire world was insane. Something they had both come to realize. They themselves were no exception. Like all good things, however, there was also a compilation of work to overcome them. His visits and assistance became less frequent as he attended college.
Six years of attendance earned him all he needed to return once again. As fate would have it, a spot opened up in his fathers institution allowing him to work full time there. Of course, another offer came to him. The Noeria Research Facility found some interesting in him apparently. Enough to send him an invitation to work among their services. The ideals they had interested the feminine looking man and he accepted. Of course, he still works at his fathers institution, the man works at both facilities full time. Some might go crazy from the amount or work that he has, but he finds it rather enjoyable. He's constantly working with people that he could study and watch. He practically lives at either facility. He's rarely seen in 'normal' clothing, and usually sleeps at the Retica Acres Asylum.
His days consist of working at the Noeria Research Facility and his nights are generally a few hours at Retica before falling asleep for a few good hours. His life revolves around his work and he is generally bonded to his studies.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ Possessions on hand..: Half moon glasses (option 1), pencil (mechanical), usually carrying around a clip board, and multiple hair ties are around his wrist just in case.
My Capabilities Are...:Psychology and Psychiatry. Anything to do with the mind, basically. Where I stand on the Pyramid...: Psychologist (for both scientist and subject alike considering everyone needs help) Achievements...:None as of yet, although it shouldn't be a problem. I Quite Enjoy...: ✓ His job
✓ Gardening
✓ Oolong Tea
✓ Paintings
✓ Antiques
✓ Italian Food
✓ Classical Music
I Do Not Particularly Enjoy...: ✗ Alcohol
✗ Cigarettes
✗ Litter
✗ Small animals
✗ 'Doctors' handwriting (far too sloppy for it's own good)
✗ Loud, 'eccentric' behavior
✗ Things that go 'boom'
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ Simple Admirations...: Sylvia Roxanne Devereaux: Likes her for her work ethic
Vereor Ryutetsin: Likes him for his work ethic and dedication to his job.
Robert O'Brian: Likes him for his...well...he's interesting to observe...
Alexander Berker: Likes him for the interesting little creatures he creates (that seem more sociable than himself...)
Forces Against Me...: He doesn't believe in enemies.
Romantically Attracted To...:Still awaiting one, not really caring if he has one or not.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▌████████ ████████ ████████ ▌ Theme Song:
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