Post by damien on Apr 23, 2011 7:54:15 GMT -8
Damien Creed
"Looking at the way things are now, I do hope they don't get any worse."
Name: Damien Creed
Nickname: Dom Dom
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hair color: Black not dyed
Eye color: Naturally brown eyes
Skin color: Eurasian, mainly asian.
"I think I broke a rib. Fortunately it wasn't mine."
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Religion: none
Species: Asgardian
"Thank you for letting me win."
Group: Neutral-good.
Abilities:
The potential to practice magic, but the skill has not yet been mastered, at the moment manifests itself in energy blasts, shapeshifting, gravity manipulation, and illusions. But still has potential to develop.
Able to lift 30 tons under optimal conditions, but has potential for greater strength.
Peak reflexes and speed.
Increased stamina.
Increased durability.
Accelerated healing.
Able to 'beserk out' allowing him to access greater strength and durability for a short time. It causes his mind to blank out and he will essentially rampage, when he has expended this mode he will be temporarily dazed and weakened.
Was once proficient with a magical sword, but lost it.
Roleplay example:
Damien paced the city. His breath billowed from his mouth like cigarette smoke, and he reflexively shivered as a cutting wind blew. Despite this he felt perfect. His body felt sharp and flexible as a gymnast, and he breathed in deep, the cold air rushing through his lungs. It was night of course. He didn't like going out during the day. There was a feeling of being watched, of being hunted. Damien pulled his coat closer to himself. He frowned. Despite his good mood he still felt a nagging feeling at the back of his mind. Something was wrong. He sighed. Hopefully it wouldn't be something too important.
Damien's eyes wandered wide, mingling with the crowd as he went about his way. He had no real direction in mind, he checked out some of the magnificently lit displays, and hovered around some of the more tempting chocolate stores. Still he could not get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. The more he tried, the more he felt sure that something was up. What was it that his step-father had always said? 'Many a warrior in his time has often made the mistake of being absolutely aware of their surroundings. This means that they're much too busy to notice that the time for watching is over, and the time for battle has begun.' Why did that particular quote spring to mind? At that moment heat seared across his back and Damien was flung forward as a hail of bullets pounded against him.
They were thankfully small caliber and he picked himself up immediately and began sprinting through the streets. He didn't bother to look behind him. Whoever was attacking obviously knew who he was. Even if they didn't, unless it was one lone gunman wielding a .45, Damien doubted his chances in a confrontation. Another hail of bullets whizzing overhead confirmed his theory that the gunman was not alone. Passerby's threw themselves out of the way as Damien ran. Damien listened intensively for the sound of sirens, but none were forthcoming, that probably meant he couldn't rely on police help. He had to keep running. The pain hurt Damien immensely, but he was used to that. Pain wouldn't slow him down. He continued running.
Name/Alias: Nightbringer
"You're almost perfect, but you've got one flaw, you're not me. "
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Roleplay experience:3 years
