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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 3:36 pm
M o d e r n M I S C O N C E P T I O N [Profiles]RP|| OOC
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 3:37 pm
 [Charles Jason Python][Charlie]Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Charles Python, call me Charlie, at the age of 22, born on March seventh. I just so happen to be the Invisible Man!A little glance at my past... Well let's see...I was born in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, and it was the most boring thing in existence. When I was sixteen my parents were both killed in a car accident. See, then, I was this great kid, totally behaving and the like, y'know. But I went sour after they died--got all sorts of trouble. I stole, fought, was promiscuous, got drunk, didn't every kill anyone though. Well I got arrested on my seventeenth birthday, out celebrating another crappy year of life by breaking into a department store to rob it of all its cash, and any items that might suit my fancy. I spent about a month in jail before I got picked up.
Then hell really started. I thought my life was bad before, oh no. This was worse, a lot worse. See, these government people found out about me, how much trouble I'd been causing, etc etc. They found out I didn't have any family left. So they decided to kip on over to my cell and nab me from it, putting me underground. I lost count of the days, pain and agony filling all my senses. It was right horrible. One day, BAM! I was invisible. Few injections, no idea what the hell they did to make it happen, and you couldn't see nothing but the clothes I was wearing anymore. I was left alone for a while, them goin and trying to figure out what happened. I regained my senses, figuring out I was twenty two. That many years. I'd managed to lose count of the years.
One day, my security guard didn't show. Probably sick and forgot to call. It was my chance, my luck~y day. I'd been trying to get stuff from the lab for ages, finally had managed to get a needle for a syringe. It wouldn't go noticed--they had tons of the suckers. I'd had it for about a month, waiting for a chance. See, we've got twenty-four hour security guards, three per person, switching off. My night shift one got tired of waiting and took off, assuming my next guard would be by soon and I wouldn't be able to pop the locks. Woops! Baaad mistake, my buddy. I stripped, totally invisible so don't be blushin' now, and used that needle to get the locks undone. Went free as a bird, sneaking through the repulsive sewers and making it to the top in a back alley. Scared the hell outta this one guy, the manhole just opening and closing all on its own.
I've made it to the big NYC by now, it's been about two weeks. I almost got had by this one crazy hunter, but made it mighty free without a scratch. I wear no clothes, most of the time, but now and then I'll go all Phantom, putting on a turtleneck, black jacket, long black pants, boots, gloves, mask, and a good ol' hat. I'm visible without showing any of my invisibility. I can mess around, but I gotta be careful--the officials aren't so happy about losing their little invisible. Heard some others hopped too, I'm sure the leader is all atwitchy now. Let's learn about me some more... Completely without knowing it, I adopted the character of the Skinner in the ol' League book before I was even invisible. It's might funny how that works out. I'm promiscuous, loving the ladies, but it's a bit hard to pursue them now. I've got a lovely wit and sarcastic drawl. I'm relatively loyal to those I can trust or I get to know, but there ain't many of those...actually none. Get on my good side, that's a hint for ya. Oh, and when I'm not invisible, I'm drop-dead gorgeous. Believe it, honey.I so happen to like
-The ladies~ <3
-Weaponry
-Smoking
-Sweet things
-My fedora...almost as much as I like the ladies.
-A sense of humor
-My dashing good looks I'm not really a fan of
-The hunters
-Lack of humor
-Monotonous voices
-Needles...
-Lightning. Don't care about the thunder or rain, but get that lightning AWAY.Listen to this, it might help you get me: Here Comes the Snake - Cherry Poppin' Daddies For the defensive and offensive--A pair of beautiful silver revolvers that I keep in holsters on my hips when I'm actually wearing my clothes.My ride: I just use my feet, darlin~ Details you might wanna know: [ Hell, I had a scar on my hand when I was still visible, but things like that don't matter much anymore. But hey, here's me when I was visible.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 9:25 pm
 [Taylor Kathrine Williams] [Taylor, Kat, Will] Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Taylor Williams, at the age of nineteen, born on May twentyseventh.
I just so happen to be the Shapeshifter!
A little glance at my past... I grew up in an active military family, and we lived everywhere. Moved from place to place and I can't even say I'm an Army brat. Sad, huh? Well, not really. The rules were strict, but that didn't mean we didn't have fun once in a while.
Ya see, Mom was in the Navy, Dad in the Marines, so me and my sisters had to deal with constant disipline around the house, and no meant no. One day though, horror struck our happy home. Dad, about to ship off to some secret government location, become ill, and eventually died. We still don't know what it was that got him, though.
Mom got called up to take his place, and so we were left alone to fend for ourselves. But it wasn't that bad. My eldest sister is over eighteen, and she was happy to come and live at home for a while. Plus we lived in a military community, so we had support from them as well. You take care of your own in a community like that.
Suddenly though, I disappeared. I was kidnapped one day right off the street coming home from school. Everyone was told that I had been accepted into a very special goverment school, and I guess that's true considering what they've done to me. I was experimented on. How can they get away with that?
They can't. That's what I finally decided. I might have the utmost respect for our country, but our government has gone too far this time.
All that testing gave me the power to shift, become anything I want. Unfortunately, as I found out through trial and error, I can only turn into things I've seen, up close in person.
Boy, for a bunch of scientists, those guys sure are stupid. I bet right now they still haven't realized that they let a mouse into my cell. I bet they still haven't figured out I'm gone. And I bet anything they don't know that I'm back where I belong, my very first home. San Fransisco, baby, at the beach. You know it!
Let's learn about me some more... My parents drilled it into my head that I need to respect authority and my country, and I do, to the degree of worship. But that doesn't mean I can't rebel against the government a little, does it? I'm a total free spirit; I do what I want, when I want, where I want. I never break any laws, but I still have tons of fun with my friends out in Cali. Sometimes, though, I have to take a break from it all, sit down and just think. Most of the time, I'm just bouncin' around, trying to find something that relieves the constant boredom from my life. But most of all, I just don't care what other people think of me. The best people in the world don't give a crap about what other people think, and that's who I befriend.
I so happen to like +Chinese food
+Dogs
+Boys
+The ocean
+Fun
+Freedom
+Music
I'm not really a fan of -The government
-Secrets
-Traveling
-Being alone
-Being hunted
Listen to this, it might help you get me: What Do You Think About That? -- Montgomery Gentry
For the defensive and offensive--I carry two semi-automatic Colt .45s on a holter belt of my own design. The guns slip into two holsters around the back, then the left side holds vials of poisons and healing herbs. The right side is covered in pouches carrying various types of bombs: smoke, gas, tear gas, etc. Those come in real handy when evading the law.
My ride: This is my babeh~!
Details you might wanna know: [I have these huge, thin, glasses, and lots of earrings. I've got a set of faux emerald studs that rest in the lobes of both my ears, then there are four silver rings that run to the top of that ear, topped by a white gold ring. The twin for that ring is in the top of my left ear. If any of that makes sense.
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 11:10 am
 [Jacob Paul Johnson] [Jacob, Jackie, Jack, Jack of Blades] Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Jacob Johnson, at the age of 24, born on March 23. I just so happen to be a vampire. A little glance at my past... I was born in America, out in the country in Wyoming. My childhood was pretty standard, I guess. I grew up on a ranch, and I know how to pull my weight. I enjoyed my life, but I was ready to get out to a big city and enroll in college. That kind of fell flat, though.
When I was a senior in high school, I had a girlfriend. She was an older woman. She was very mature, very intelligent, and, in hindsight, very suspicious. Her name was Mary, and she lived in a large empty house a few miles down the road. To make a long, long, incredibly long story short, she was a vampire. She infected me; it was consensual. And we started enjoying the night life together.
A few years later, we were hanging out in New York. We had since fallen out of love, but were held together by a bond of true friendship. We were hunting that night. I'm still not entirely certain what happened. It's about this time my memory starts getting fuzzy. She... I don't think Mary made it. I was brought in by a bunch of strange government officials. I escaped, somehow, with the help of some other supernatural people...
It's all very odd. Now I'm back to my old hunting ground in Cheyenne. They're coming for me, of course. But they're going to find that I'm not so easy a target as before. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I suck you dry. Let's learn about me some more... I'm not usually very emotional. Undeath gives me a rather realistic insight into life. It's a waste of breath to feel. After I lost Mary, I realized that all of the pain I felt could have been avoided, if I hadn't let myself feel for her so strongly. I'm much better off not caring about anything. I so happen to like
-Animals,
-Churches,
-Children,
-Rain,
-The night, of course,
-Anything green,
-Forests.I'm not really a fan of
-The sun,
-Cars,
-Yellow,
-Metal music,
-Parties,
-Sex. Listen to this, it might help you get me: What I've Done, by Linkin Park, and also the Marie Digby Version.For the defensive and offensive--I use my hands or my fangs. Undeath has left me very strong, you see. My ride: I can fly in human form for short distances, but for any kind of trip...  Details you might wanna know: I still have the marks from the bite that turned me, and there's a long scar tearing down my right side from the time I fell off of my four-wheeler when I was younger.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:14 pm
 [Thomas Maudlin Brash] [Tommy] Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Tommy Brash, at the age of 18, born on April 5th. I just so happen to be a Hunter, working for the government. A little glance at my past... Since before I can remember, I've had psychic powers. I didn't always know I was psychic, but in retrospect, it was pretty obvious. I always knew what was going on. In elementary school, I always aced all of my tests: even if I didn't understand the subject matter. It sounds like a treat, but it alienated me from the other kids. I could tell whenever someone was lying. I knew if someone was angry... No one could really handle me for long. I was eight when I learned how to read people on command.
My early life was really easy. I had no friends, but it didn't matter. The adults all thought I was just perfect. It was so easy to act how they wanted me to. I considered being a bully for a while, but I didn't really want anything, so I had no reason to bully. Then I thought about stopping some of the bullies at my school, except they never picked on me, and it seemed like a lot of work. In middle school, I discovered my one true love: sleep. I would sleep all the time. I wasn't interested in much of anything, and I was already ahead in all of my classes. Being able to probe the minds of your teachers does that to you.
The summer before high school, I lost control. I hit puberty at early thirteen, and my powers started to enhance wildly. I couldn't stop listening in. It wasn't just people in the room with me anymore. I was hearing people from across town. My parents sent my to a psychologist. He recommended a 'governmental facility' that might be able to help me. They died days after I left, in a 'traffic accident'. I knew what had really happened to them, but I found I didn't care. When you've been in someone's mind for thirteen years, you learn them pretty well. My parents had never liked me, and never accepted my powers. I'm probably better off without them. Definitely better off.
Commander Brash legally adopted me after my parents died. He let me into his mind without any struggle at all. He wanted to turn me into a weapon; he didn't hide that. But there was also a fascination in me that my parents had never had. He loved me for what I could do, and before long, he started loving me like a son. Within the first three months I stayed with him, I started calling him Dad: something I had never called my father. I even took his last name. In his supportive environment, and through a combination of drugs, therapy, and training, I learned to control my powers again. But now they were beyond anything I'd dreamed before.
Dad took me off of the medicine entirely a few weeks ago, and it was like taking off a blindfold. I could still hear thoughts from people nearby, but now I could also concentrate on one person and see flashes of their thoughts, even if they were half-way around the world. I could feel their feelings. Now, don't get me wrong. I can't just waltz into someone's head and find out anything I want. But I can sometimes hear a line, a stray thought or emotion every now and again. It's good for getting to know people, and learning to read them, but no so good for interrogation. I can't just ask a question and dig for the answer.
I'd tracked people before, from the safety of the Center, but this is the first time I've actually been assigned a target. Now that I'm eighteen, Dad thinks I should get some field experience, so he assigned me the one target I can find that no one else can. The Invisible Man. Let's learn about me some more... I'm really the epitome of laid back. Lethargic, you might say. Whenever possible, I sleep fourteen or fifteen hours a day. That's not to say I can't do my job, of course. I'd just much rather be in bed.
Someone asked me once if I feel bad about what I do. I track people down so they can be killed... or worse. But I find I don't really care. You'd think a psychic would get connected to his targets, knowing them inside and out like he does. But what I've found is that everyone is the same inside. The same worries and fears and urges. Everyone is selfish and stupid. No exceptions. So, no. I don't mind the killing. Good riddance to bad rubbish.I so happen to like
+Sleep
+Drawing
+Spying on people
+Chocolate
+Coffee
+Sunflower Seeds
+Anime
+Soft Music
+Choir I'm not really a fan of
-Work
-People
-Blood
-Vegetables
-Torture
-Crowds
-Loud Music Listen to this, it might help you get me: Sleep - Eric Whitacre For the defensive and offensive-- I am, of course, trained in and liscensed to carry all of my weapons. I have with me a couple of handguns, a hunting knife, and a bottle of chloroform. My personal favorite, though is a hunting rifle I have. It fires high-grade tranquilizers, and it possesses a scope that you can't see through. What it does is tunnel thought. I can 'see' you from a great distance, and hone in on you by finding your mind's frequency. My ride: Four wheel drive, great mileage, tough build. I love my car.Details you might wanna know: [ I have both of my ears pierced with silver studs.]
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 5:34 pm
 [Shawn Laurie Warrick] [Shawn, Warrick] Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Shawn Warrick, at the age of twentyone, born on October 3rd.
I just so happen to be a hunter.
A little glance at my past... I really have no past to speak of, actually, but I'll give it a try.
My mother died during child birth. I know I sound a bit callous, but hey, I didn't know her. I grew up with just my dad, and he was never home anyway, so I sat around watching those cool cop shows on TV. I always thought it would be awesome to be one of those policemen, catching the bad guys, so I got my dad to spend his spare time teaching me how to use a gun. Once I had learned all I could, he must've decided that I was too dangerous to be around, because one day he brought home a woman and said he was running away with her. "I have to do things right this time," was his excuse. I knew she was pregnant, the bimbo.
So he left me. At least I was in my teens, so I could take care of myself. But there wasn't much I could do in the way of jobs. I thought about just joining the military, but I wasn't old enough yet. So I took some pamphlets from the local office, and somebody must've noticed me, 'cause the next day I got a phone call. "We want you to come down for an interview for a government job, if you're interested." Of course I was, so I checked it out. Turns out it was for a hunting job, something about catching and/or killing experiment escapees. It was sorta my dream job, without the publicity, so I took it. And right before my first job, they told me my father died. Something about a heart attack. It made me smile.
This has gotta be my sixth job, and by now I've gotten good, to say the least. Now, I'm tracking down my toughest mark yet: Jacob Johnson, the Vampire. Technically it should only take a few days or weeks longer than a standard hunt, but something tells me it's gonna be a lot harder than that.
Hm, maybe I do have a past....
Let's learn about me some more... You'd think from the way I look that I was just a push-over. A cutesy girl who only cares about men with money and cars. Actually, everyone thinks that. And I use it to my advantage. No one would ever suspect that a girl like me, pretty and ditzy-looking, could ever be a government employee, let alone a hunter. I hate the way it makes me feel, but it provides good cover.
Technically, we're supposed to stay away from our marks, kill or capture them from a distance. I hate that approach. I like to get to know my targets, tease them a little before pulling the trigger. My favorite way? In bed. Hey, might as well get some free sex out of it while I can, hm? I don't get a lot while I'm traveling, you know?
But basically, I'm cold. That's pretty natural after the life I've had. I don't care about anything but getting the job done. However, I'm good at reading people. One of the best in the business. I follow people only as long as I have to (which isn't very long, usually) to learn their habits and mannerisms, then jump ahead of them, stop 'em in their tracks. Works everytime, like a charm.
I so happen to like
+Guns
+Killing
+Sex
+Music
+Food
+Sleep
I'm not really a fan of
-My father
-People
-Colors at either end of the spectrum (meaning too light or too dark)
-Chocolate
-Cartoons
-Video games
Listen to this, it might help you get me: (Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
For the defensive and offensive--I carry and use many weapons, such as basic sidearms to rifles to sub-machine guns. But those all live in my car, and I have no use for them aside from jobs. My favorite are my personal sidearms, a Glock revolver and a Smith & Wesson revolver. I really like revolvers.
My ride: It puts people off if they know my job.
Details you might wanna know: [I don't wear earrings or anything like that if that's what you're asking, but I do have a set of dogtags I never take off. If you don't see them, they're under my shirt, but I've always got them on.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:20 pm
[Gilligan Lucy-Marie Rain] [Gilly, or Gill] Allow me to introduce myself, I'mGilligan Rain, at the age of19, born onApril 17th.
I just so happen to be a werewolf
A little glance at my past... Uhm..well, let's see here. I wasn't kidnapped like most of the others. I was born and raised in a lab in Ohio. Isn't that an exciting way to start your life? I mean really, what's in Ohio? Government labs. That's what. Anyway, my mom was a wolf, and my father was an experiment that had failed..he was trapped between a wolf and human. He was never able to phase between them. I have several brothers and sisters, actually. However, I'm the only one that got out.
I was caged seperatly, away from the rest of my litter for reasons I don't know. It was nice enough for a while I guess. I was always fed, and warm, and safe. One day however, I was in my wolf form....and well, I guess they didn't notice me there, in my kennel...and they were talking about how my siblings couldn't morph as well as I could..and something about an injection and where they could hide bodies without attracting attention...and..one of them laughed and said "It was just like putting down a dog!" and the other one said "That's all they are really. That other one too. Jillie or whatever that pup's name is." And that really pissed me off you know? And so, well, I guess the door to my kennel was open..and I forgot that I was human too right? To an extent..
Anway, I pushed open the door with my nose..and I kinda pounced on one of them..and their neck was so EXPOSED..I couldn't help myself...so I killed that guy. The other one had a tranquilizer in my neck before I could get over the fact that I had actually just killed someone. When I woke up, I was outside, surrounded by the bodies of decaying half-wolf half-human children. I guess they thought the tranquilizer had killed me. Which it obviously didn't. But I don't think they're THAT stupid....
I was still in my wolf form, so I took off running...and running....and now I live under a bridge in Chicago. I really like it here. Although, Hunters have come around looking for some of the others and it's really disrupting the life I have created for myself....
Let's learn about me some more... I'm very sarcastic and have a dry sense of humor. I'm very quiet and keep to myself. I'm easily bored and often explore my city, even though I've been almost everywhere. I'm very territorial and protective, but I'm also very loyal and easy to talk to once you gain my trust.
I so happen to like ~Music ~Gum ~food ~people ~guys ;] ~rain ~stars ~hoodies ~running. I'm not really a fan of ~the government ~cats ~children ~being sick ~being in-active
Listen to this, it might help you get me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdSoooAjXec Weightless-All time low
For the defensive and offensive-- I have my claws and fangs when I'm in my wolf form, but i carry a switchbalde too.
My ride:I don't need a ride ;] Have you seen me run?
Details you might wanna know: [I have snake bites, but I don't put the studs in all that often. They get in the way when I'm a wolf..speaking of which..this is me! ^-^ http://media.photobucket.com/image/wolf/FattyFoxx/Wolf.jpg?o=7
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