Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2012 0:14:03 GMT -6
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YOUR AGE: 20
RP EXPERIENCE: Couple years of here and there
CONTACT INFO: Why? All three staff already have my numder. lol
HOW DID YOU FIND US: I'm just that awesome [/size][/ul]
NICKNAMES: Lucy (For the women only!)
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown.
GROUP: Patient
POWER/ABILITIES: He can produce a wicked looking scythe out of thin air (I'm gonna try to draw it and post a picture some time). He can also produce a pressure wave from his hand that starts out as a small ball of light in his palm and upon his subconscious command it expands outward in a medium sized radius. He can electrically charge certain objects of his choice, like for say he were to somehow get a hold of a gun, he can electrify the bullet as it travels down the barrel and enhance it's destructive power. Abnormal strength. Mild regeneration, not fast as hell, but quick enough to keep him from suffering fatal wounds.
POWER WEAKNESS AND AMPLIFIER: The amplifier branches from his ability to electrically charge things. If he were to touch something with a high electrical output he can use it to make his own electrical output deadlier. His weakness is specially designed drugs created by the government that pretty much nullify all his powers. They can either be injected or made into pills. The injection would be for fast acting purposes while the pills would be for long term purposes of keeping him.... docile.
FACE CLAIM: Ian Somerhalder
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HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 160
HAIR: Black, straight, cut a little short but about 3-5 inches I'd say.
EYES: Deep red.
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: None.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: The eyes, and hair I guess?
PHYSICAL FLAWS: None, the regeneration keeps his body in shape. However the drugs do nullify this, so anything that happens while he is on the drugs will stay, but should his power of regeneration return any scars or flaws would disappear after a short time.
PERSONAL STYLE: He's got his own style. It's whatever he likes and it usually anything black.
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DISLIKES: Idiots, people that think they're just all that and a box of chocolate.
STRENGTHS: Strong willed, independent, aggressive, deception.
WEAKNESSES: Drugs, women, cigarettes.
GOALS: Live life to the fullest and escape.
FEARS: He's ready to take on the world if he must, so there's not much to fear.
SECRETS: Nothing to hide.
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FATHER: Unknown.
MOTHER: Unknown.
SIBLINGS: Unknown. (leavin that door open ;D)
PETS: Had a dog at his home in the woods, no idea what happened to it after he was taken to the asylum.
OTHER FAMILY: Unknown.
HISTORY: He's not sure how he actually came to be. He was born long ago, the regeneration keeping his age from progressing. When he was young (Before the regeneration halted his growth) he was raised in the deep south in the woods. He had a family at that time in life, but as everyone grew older around him and he didn't, because of the times they believed he was possessed. So they cast him out of the family and house, and made clear to him they wanted nothing to do with him.
The people in the town would start fights with him, they usually didn't win when they fought him on their own. But when they'd gang up on him is when he started noticing his abnormal strength. But it wasn't enough when half the town amassed as a mob and attacked him in the dark of the night. As he laid on the ground getting beaten something called out to him from the darkness and he reached out his hand. And before his eyes a scythe appeared. When the people in the mob saw this deadly weapon appear out of thin air, it was shocking to them and they stopped beating him momentarily. When they stopped he took the opportunity.
He sprung to his feet and proceeded to slaughter everyone in the mob. Everyone that hated him for something he had no control over. He sunk the scythe into spines and ripped them out, and sliced off heads with no remorse. When it was all over and the bodies littered the ground and the blood flowed endlessly in the streets, he retreated into the woods. He concluded the world just wasn't ready for him yet, but his rage was stuck with him forever.
ANYTHING ELSE: Nope.
MEMBER TITLE: None.
RULES PHRASE: Band-aids.
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: No maam.
RP SAMPLE:
Lucion sat up high in his tree stand he used for hunting. He wore his camo jacket, pants, and hat waiting on the deer he hoped would be moving around at sunset. He had no luck earlier that morning so he decided he would try close to dark to catch them on their rise for their nocturnal feeding pattern. His compound bow hung next to him him in the tree on a hook he placed there. He was confident the deer wouldn't see him, he was covered head to toe in camo and he had even painted his tree stand camo so there would be no gaps.
He heard a twig snap behind him, so he slowly, ever so slowly, grabbed his bow and turned to look behind him. What he saw wasn't a deer, but a man pistol drawn stepping slowly through the woods. All he wore was a camo jacket and regular black pants. He obviously wasn't a hunter and if he was he wasn't a very good one, but the pistol raised a good clue to as to who he was. A government agent. They had been after Lucion for quite sometime in the hopes of detaining him and making him do their bidding. When they learned that they couldn't just simply talk him into joining them, they began to try to force him, but no matter what they did they could never capture him.
Lucion looked further behind this man and he saw more figures moving through the trees all wearing the same clothes as the first man. You'd think they'd come more prepared to take on someone of Lucion's status, so he easily deducted that they had some other plan different from taking him down with just some pistols. Had Lucion known what it was before all this was over, he would have just killed them all.
He drew back his bow, arrow already in position to fire, and let it fly at the agent he had seen first. As the arrow began to accelerate he gave it an electrical charge. The arrow crackled as it flew at the man, hitting him dead in the chest sending him flying a couple feet before he hit the ground, knocked out from the charged arrow. He would surely die. He repeated this process and killed two more agents moving through the trees. The rest of the agents took cover.
Lucion jumped down from his stand with his bow still in hand. He could easily step out of sight if he wanted and kill a couple silently to throw them into disarray, and pull his pistol at his hip to finish them off.
"Alright!" Lucion shouted, "Whose in charge!"
An agent stepped out from cover, wearing the usual clean suit, but with a good pair of boots to trek through the woods. Lucion recognized him off the bat.
"Hello Lucion," Agent Smith spoke. "It's good to see you again."
"Cut the shit Smith. Am I just gonna kill all your men again and you run away like a little bitch, or are you gonna offer the usual deal?" Lucion said as he drew back his bow and leveled it on Smith. Smith was no ordinary agent. He was almost as fast as Lucion was, and he had deducted after the numerous encounters with this agent that he was like Lucion. The agency had offered him a good deal and he took it.
"Oh no, not this time Lucion, this time you're coming with us. We're going to put you in a special place where we can test you and then find out how we can control you, " Smith said.
Lucion wasn't going to hear his useless rambling. He charged his arrow and let it fly. Smith dodged the slow moving projectile rolling to the side but as he did, he flung something towards him. Lucion looked down to see a needle sticing out of the side of his thigh.
Son of a bitch, Lucion thought. He had stuck him in a major artery. Before Lucion could look up again another needle stuck in his thigh, this one a different color from the first. He felt himself start to slip away. It was unusual. They had tried to use tranquilizers before, but they didn't affect him due to his regeneration. Either they worked out a way to make one badass tranquilizer, or they found a way to produce a chemical to counter his abilities. This was bad.
Lucion fell to the ground, jacking the needles in farther. It hurt like hell too, which was unusual. He hadn't ever felt pain like this before, it felt as if Lucion were just a regular human. As his vision was fading Agent Smith stood above him.
"You're going to have fun in the asylum Lucion...."
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