Post by Vincent Stovall on Aug 6, 2010 10:56:40 GMT -6
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VINCENT "JUNIOR" STOVALL
"I'm a bad one, I'm a good one, I'm a sick one, with a smile."
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YOUR AGE: Seventeen .
YOUR ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCESix years .
CONTACT INFORMATION:trot-6@hotmail.com .
HOW DID YOU FIND US?I'm your friend, bimbo. .
Who are you?
NICKNAMES/ ALIAS:Junior .
DATE OF BIRTH:Twenty-one, January 29th, 1990 .
ROLE:Patient .
POWER:Electricity. In every movement small electrical waves are produced in the muscles. Junior pulls these through his arms and out the palm of each hand, giving him the ability to produce minor but lethal lightning strikes. Parallel to this ability, Junior can see the electrical movements in other humans or animals. (Identical on how a hammerhead shark hunts. .
WEAKNESS/AMPLIFIER:Weakness: Fatigue, rubber. Amplifier: Silver and cooper .
FACE CLAIM:Norman Reedus .
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Physical[/color]
HEIGHT:5'10" .
WEIGHT:146 lbs .
HAIR COLOUR/STYLE:Brown, choppy - above the eyes.
EYE COLOUR:Brown.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS:Tattoo of his last name over his left breast, a devil tattoo on his right bicep, and a small star on the inside of his left elbow .
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Mole on the left side of his lip .
PHYSICAL FLAWS:Two scars just below his collar bone .
CLOTHING STYLE:Typical jeans, with band or regular "skater" shirts. A bit rugged, sometimes he just wears whatever he can find. Black shirts with a silver necklace seems to be his favourite. .
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Persona[/color]
- Cigarettes
- Storms
- Sex
- Alcohol
- Fishing
- Sandwiches
- Surfing
- Dirt-bike riding
- Droughts
- Sobriety
- Crashes
- Younger sister
- Collective
- Patient
- Diplomatic
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- Unassertive
- Oblivious
- Marriage
- Children
- To get back home to Australia
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- Spiders
- Insanity
- Death
- None at the moment.
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FATHER:Vincent Stovall Senior .
MOTHER:Desiree Stovall .
SIBLINGS:Bridgett Stovall .
PETS:(Deceased) Luke .
OTHER:Nathan Pointe (cousin) .
HISTORY:
It was always this way, since the moment I could see. I couldn't understand, why now, when I'm nineteen my parents see it as wrong?
It won't help. Going to this place. How do they cure me? Do I need to be cured? I grew up normally, with normal friends - even though I could "shoot" lightning. It made me popular amoungst the ladies, even the guys were jealous.
The first time it happened I was about seven or eight. I remember it perfectly, it was a frowning day. I had never been so angry in my young life..
It was a Wednesday, late August. School was starting soon; I would be in third grade. My sister would be going into Kindergarden.
By this time, my parents had known that I could see the electricity, but we got accustomed to it. It was a simple method, truly; ignore it.
Until that day.
Around seven fourty-three PM, I was ready to climb into bed early. I had an outfit laid out, it was there all summer.
My favourite shirt.
Little sister didn't know not to touch my things; didn't know not to be so curious.
"Goodnight, Bri," I muttered with my still high, childish voice. That's how I saw my favourite shirt. The one I loved so much cut and used to make her Barbie's sheets for a fake Barbie bed.
Instantly rage filled me. And I began huffing. I could see the small lines of electricity in her movements, and in mine. However, mine were thicker now, stronger. And this time I could feel them.
I stared at my shirt. It wasn't reparable. The sleeves were split, the torso was cut in half, then up each side once.
I thrashed my arms. The feeling swam through me, pushing further. I had to release it.
My sister has scars. Bad scars. They are ugly, burn scars. And I caused them.
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ROLE:Patient .
RULES PHRASE:BANDF .
OTHER CHARACTERS?D'Arcy Keegan .
RP EXAMPLE:
Seven weeks I've been here. Junior pushed forward a pencil. Unsharpened, dull. It rolled along the surface of the table.
Three weeks ago was my twentieth birthday. No news of Mum or Dad. Complete irritation racked in Junior's mind. He was a clever boy, a normal, Aussie boy, but for the past seven weeks he had been probed, tested on, examined.
The young man brought a cigarette to his mouth. Inhaled. The bitter taste soothed him momentarily. Exhale. Smoke covered his vision.
As it dismissed, a figure leaned forward, placing both its hands on his shoulders.
"It's time,"
Features:
Junior's hair - a lovely brown shade - reaches just barely to his ears. Slight scruff of facial hair, and a rather average build. An Australian accent decorates his plain and ordinary words, complimenting his charming looks.
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