Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2012 1:36:25 GMT -4
The person behind the character:
Name/Nickname: aiden
Age: 15
Experience: I don't remember
Contact information: pm would be best
Character basics:
Real name: Ryan Phillip, what's yours dollface.
Code name: I also go by Vice but I'd prefer Trevor
Date of Birth: December 27th, perfect time to let Santa know that I want one of your for Christmas.
Place of Birth: Toronto, baby.
Age: 19 and ready to party
Known family: They aren't important right now babe.
Father: Daniel Phillip
Mother: Heather Phillip
The Reflection in the mirror:
Hair: brown, but I'll dye it any color you want babe
Eyes: hazel and yours are emerald green, beautiful.
Height: 6'2, looking for tall dark and handsome?
Weight: 150lbs, pure muscle
Legal Status: adult, lucky you!
Occupation: bar tender, it's a decent job with decent pay
Affiliation: I'm a slave to myself, an maybe your looks.
Abilities: Well I got this nifty little power that allows me to force people to feel a certain emotion, anyone I want just by touching them. I'm one of those mutants you hear about on the news.
What's hidden behind the mask:
Personality: Well incase you haven't noticed, I'm a big flirt. I don't usually tell girls this right away cuz they feel uneasy about it. I guess it has something to do with the fact that they don't want to share a guy or something. Well I'm sorry, but I just love to flirt no matter who it is. I guess you could call me bi sexual with that. I really don't care about gender. As long as they are willing to swing that way, which with me they usually are willing. With the flirting I'm also kind of dominate with it. I'm not afraid to make the first move on a girl or a guy. If I find them mildly attractive, I'll flirt. Before I found out I was bi-sexual is used to hit on anything with a y chromyzome but now it just happens to be anything walking by.
My parents once called me a sick son of a bitch. Said I was immoral and all this other crap. I guess it stemmed from the fact that I was controlling their emotions. I guess you could say that I'm a bit insensitive I mean I don't really care what happens to people that I control their emotions. So I guess I'm kind of immoral like that, but selfish would also be a good word for it. Some people have said that I'm a bit self centered.... and I really don't deny that at all. I am self centered. I also look for what will benifit to me for making an alliance or getting into a "relationship" or any other kind of link with someone. So yeah I usually don't affiliate myself with someone unless I have something to gain. If not then you can just forget it. So for example I' interested in you becuase what's in it for me is a date with a hot little piece like you so what do you say? Friday work for you?
History: My backstory isn't a happy story I'm just warning you. So my mutant powers manifested around the age of eleven. It was around then that I found out that I could get anything I wanted with a touch. If I got a bad mark on my test, I simply poke the teacher's hand and then I got an A. It really wasn't that hard to get everything I wanted. Good food, good marks, friends and plenty of girls. I probably lost my virginty around the age of fifteen thanks to my power. Granted I was kind of a manwhore around high school.
So anyways, eventually my parents found out that I was manipulating their emotions trying to keep the family closer. My dad was a drunk and my mom was a housewife. He used to beat us and mom would always fight back. Mom was definitely a fighter, and a tough one at that. I loved her, and dad too, except when he beat the shit out of us both. Veering off point though, with a bit of hugging, I was able to keep us together. It was around then that I found out that my powers had their limits. After a while, the emotions I forced them to feel, sort of wore off and they weren't pleased with what I had done. So once my parents found out about the whole manipulation thing, they kicked me to the street. I was probably about the age of fourteen and living off the street, nobody to help us.
It really wasn't that hard... with the help from my power living on the street was easy. I could get the best food for free by playing peoples emotions. I learned there that everybody was out to get something. There were desires and lies hiding deep beneath the skin of every single sad soul in the entire world. Soon enough, I was found by a really caring family who took me in and they were really nice about it. They adopted me later and made me part of the family. I was around fifteen by then so they enrolled me in school. I kept on going with my powers but the family was so nice that I really didn't have to. Even though I was legally their son, I never allowed them to become my family. They were just going to get in the way and that's what I learned from the streets. Never trust anyone. They are looking to sell you out at ever possible chance. So feeling weighted down I sort of ran away, back on the streets to live like a king. It was so easy to get everything I wanted. It didn't take long for me to move up in the world. I got a job at a local bar and kept my pay steady at a high number. I'm not working for minimum wage, screw that.
Code word: Armageddon
Name/Nickname: aiden
Age: 15
Experience: I don't remember
Contact information: pm would be best
Character basics:
Real name: Ryan Phillip, what's yours dollface.
Code name: I also go by Vice but I'd prefer Trevor
Date of Birth: December 27th, perfect time to let Santa know that I want one of your for Christmas.
Place of Birth: Toronto, baby.
Age: 19 and ready to party
Known family: They aren't important right now babe.
Father: Daniel Phillip
Mother: Heather Phillip
The Reflection in the mirror:
Hair: brown, but I'll dye it any color you want babe
Eyes: hazel and yours are emerald green, beautiful.
Height: 6'2, looking for tall dark and handsome?
Weight: 150lbs, pure muscle
Legal Status: adult, lucky you!
Occupation: bar tender, it's a decent job with decent pay
Affiliation: I'm a slave to myself, an maybe your looks.
Abilities: Well I got this nifty little power that allows me to force people to feel a certain emotion, anyone I want just by touching them. I'm one of those mutants you hear about on the news.
What's hidden behind the mask:
Personality: Well incase you haven't noticed, I'm a big flirt. I don't usually tell girls this right away cuz they feel uneasy about it. I guess it has something to do with the fact that they don't want to share a guy or something. Well I'm sorry, but I just love to flirt no matter who it is. I guess you could call me bi sexual with that. I really don't care about gender. As long as they are willing to swing that way, which with me they usually are willing. With the flirting I'm also kind of dominate with it. I'm not afraid to make the first move on a girl or a guy. If I find them mildly attractive, I'll flirt. Before I found out I was bi-sexual is used to hit on anything with a y chromyzome but now it just happens to be anything walking by.
My parents once called me a sick son of a bitch. Said I was immoral and all this other crap. I guess it stemmed from the fact that I was controlling their emotions. I guess you could say that I'm a bit insensitive I mean I don't really care what happens to people that I control their emotions. So I guess I'm kind of immoral like that, but selfish would also be a good word for it. Some people have said that I'm a bit self centered.... and I really don't deny that at all. I am self centered. I also look for what will benifit to me for making an alliance or getting into a "relationship" or any other kind of link with someone. So yeah I usually don't affiliate myself with someone unless I have something to gain. If not then you can just forget it. So for example I' interested in you becuase what's in it for me is a date with a hot little piece like you so what do you say? Friday work for you?
History: My backstory isn't a happy story I'm just warning you. So my mutant powers manifested around the age of eleven. It was around then that I found out that I could get anything I wanted with a touch. If I got a bad mark on my test, I simply poke the teacher's hand and then I got an A. It really wasn't that hard to get everything I wanted. Good food, good marks, friends and plenty of girls. I probably lost my virginty around the age of fifteen thanks to my power. Granted I was kind of a manwhore around high school.
So anyways, eventually my parents found out that I was manipulating their emotions trying to keep the family closer. My dad was a drunk and my mom was a housewife. He used to beat us and mom would always fight back. Mom was definitely a fighter, and a tough one at that. I loved her, and dad too, except when he beat the shit out of us both. Veering off point though, with a bit of hugging, I was able to keep us together. It was around then that I found out that my powers had their limits. After a while, the emotions I forced them to feel, sort of wore off and they weren't pleased with what I had done. So once my parents found out about the whole manipulation thing, they kicked me to the street. I was probably about the age of fourteen and living off the street, nobody to help us.
It really wasn't that hard... with the help from my power living on the street was easy. I could get the best food for free by playing peoples emotions. I learned there that everybody was out to get something. There were desires and lies hiding deep beneath the skin of every single sad soul in the entire world. Soon enough, I was found by a really caring family who took me in and they were really nice about it. They adopted me later and made me part of the family. I was around fifteen by then so they enrolled me in school. I kept on going with my powers but the family was so nice that I really didn't have to. Even though I was legally their son, I never allowed them to become my family. They were just going to get in the way and that's what I learned from the streets. Never trust anyone. They are looking to sell you out at ever possible chance. So feeling weighted down I sort of ran away, back on the streets to live like a king. It was so easy to get everything I wanted. It didn't take long for me to move up in the world. I got a job at a local bar and kept my pay steady at a high number. I'm not working for minimum wage, screw that.
The moon shone in the sky as beautiful as ever. Ryan stood wearing his pants. The moon shone brithly and beamed in through the transparent. Drops of moonlight shone on Ryan's perfectly built figure as he stood gazing out into the night sky. His chest seemed to sparkle in the amazing light of the peacful moon. Closing his eyes, Ryan found his center and took a deep breath. The boy's chest expanded outwards as he took a breath inwards through his nose. Allowing the breathto escape his lips, his chest slowly sunk back in.
Slowly, his eye lids peeled away and revealed his blue eyes. His deep blue eyes showed the reflection of the many lights which were pinned onto the black canvas. His gaze slowly descended from the night sky over to the woods. As he looked out, he watched as one of the newer students wandered around. Ryan had seen him around campus the past day and from what he heard was he flew here. Not sure from where, but Ryan figured somewhere that would cuase him to have jet lag. He seemed too lively to be adjusted to this timezone.
With a smile slowly stretching its way across his face, Ryan turned and walked over to his closet. Openening the door, Ryan pulled out one of his black jackets and as he made his way to the door, he grabbed a clean muscle shirt. As he slid out of his room, Ryan slowly snuck his way out of the school and onto the grounds. As he left the doors to the school, Ryan pulled his jacket over his shirt and slid his hands into the pockets. Pushing down, he allowed the jacket to pull forwards and cover some of his shirt.
A cool breeze carried the voice of the boy as he walked forwards. He had the voice of an angel. With a smile on his face, Ryan sped up his pace and hid behind a tree near the kid. Quietly, he walked around the tree and allowed one of his hands to escape his pocket. Placing his forearm against the tree, Ryan adjusted his stance to something a lot more casual. A very wide smile was plastered on his beautiful face. Wordes rolled off his tongue with ease and danced in the wind. "You got a beatiful voice... just thought you should know."
Slowly, his eye lids peeled away and revealed his blue eyes. His deep blue eyes showed the reflection of the many lights which were pinned onto the black canvas. His gaze slowly descended from the night sky over to the woods. As he looked out, he watched as one of the newer students wandered around. Ryan had seen him around campus the past day and from what he heard was he flew here. Not sure from where, but Ryan figured somewhere that would cuase him to have jet lag. He seemed too lively to be adjusted to this timezone.
With a smile slowly stretching its way across his face, Ryan turned and walked over to his closet. Openening the door, Ryan pulled out one of his black jackets and as he made his way to the door, he grabbed a clean muscle shirt. As he slid out of his room, Ryan slowly snuck his way out of the school and onto the grounds. As he left the doors to the school, Ryan pulled his jacket over his shirt and slid his hands into the pockets. Pushing down, he allowed the jacket to pull forwards and cover some of his shirt.
A cool breeze carried the voice of the boy as he walked forwards. He had the voice of an angel. With a smile on his face, Ryan sped up his pace and hid behind a tree near the kid. Quietly, he walked around the tree and allowed one of his hands to escape his pocket. Placing his forearm against the tree, Ryan adjusted his stance to something a lot more casual. A very wide smile was plastered on his beautiful face. Wordes rolled off his tongue with ease and danced in the wind. "You got a beatiful voice... just thought you should know."
Code word: Armageddon