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02-14-2009, 05:32 AM
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Name Damian Pival
Age Seventeen
Gender Male
Race Human
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
Height 6' 1"
Weight 167 lbs.
Appearance {x}
Personality Damian tends to be introverted, though can be extroverted on rare occasions, less rare when it comes to his friends. He expects the worst, which usually makes his surprises pleasant ones. He keeps a calm appearance, no matter what he happens to be feeling, though when he does unleash his emotions, he can end up being extremely violent.
He is very smart when it comes to academics, and his intelligence really shows itself when it comes to mathematics. He doesn't like to explain things to other people, and he doesn't like using small words, which makes people think he's just showing off a large vocabulary. He is, but not to make other people think he's smart.
Damian also tends to drift towards sarcasm at times. It just happens, he doesn't realize he's being sarcastic until he's already said something that practically oozes it. This also makes others leave him alone; not many of the people he's met like sarcasm.
Abilities There are two abilities that are easily controllable for Damian, and another that he isn't able to control at the moment. The first controllable ability he has is the ability to make his drawings come to life, or if he wants, his drawing will be an inanimate object. This only works when done with his own blood, and when he told a good friend of it, his friend named the power "Blood Ink." He calls this ability by that name in memory of his friend who died in an unfortunate car accident, though he doesn't really like the name. He mainly draws very small creatures who can move around unnoticed that will let him know if anyone around looks like they need to get some work done but have no time to do it themselves.
His second controllable ability is teleportation. He can only move up to ten meters away, and can't go through a wall unless there is an opening in it. For example, if he were in a room, and there wasn't an open door or window, or something else that is conspicuous, he wouldn't be able to teleport out of it. The smaller the opening, the longer it takes, and he can't teleport out of a room if the opening in the wall is smaller than a foot in diameter. Also, the farther Damian wishes to go, the more concentration it takes to do so, which makes it impractical in a fight, not that he gets into many of those.
Psychokinesis is the uncontrollable ability that Damian has. The types he has discovered he can use over the period of twelve years are pyrokinesis and cryokinesis. He is currently trying how to figure out how to control this, and he only knows that right now they are linked to his anger. When Damian gets angry enough, his pyrokinesis is likely to kick in, and if he gets to a higher point of anger, cryokinesis can occur.
His Blood Ink ability leaves him feeling lightheaded from blood loss, since the drawings have to be life size. Teleportation gives him headaches, and those get worse the farther he goes. Going over the midpoint of his range, the headaches become migraines, and if he goes the full ten meters, the pain makes him cry out and won't go down, just vanish completely after an hour. The same goes for the other levels of his headaches. The pyrokinesis makes him feel like his blood is liquid fire, and his cryokinesis makes him feel like he should be a frozen block of ice, not a living person.
Biography Being a child that everybody knew was different, Damian had a hard life. His parents were loving enough, but they too were different. His mother had been disowned once her psychokinetic abilities had manifested, and his father had ran away once his parents thought to use him to get out of a financial crisis by putting him on display so he could use his psychokinetic and teleportation abilities. They met by chance, and figured since no one else would accept them, they had to be together, and ended up falling in love.
Damian's powers had shown themselves to those around him when he was five, and his mom and dad cried, worried about the life their son would lead unless he managed to successfully hide what had caused them so much grief. They started his training a week after they had first noticed the signs that he was psychokinetic like them. They managed to get his teleportation under control, but when they were attempting for what seemed like the thousandth time to get him to keep his pyrokinetic and cryokinetic abilities, he accidentally set his mom on fire and froze his father to death. He was thirteen then, and their constant worrying about him had made him angry.
After two years, he met someone named Michael. They became good friends, and when Damian showed his new friend his powers, Michael didn't run away in fear. He just told Damian how cool they were and how he wished he had powers. But all good things must come to an end. A few months after the two had met, one month after Damian had thought Michael could be trusted enough to know of his abilities, Michael got into a car crash. He was seated in the passenger's seat, and that's where the collision happened. As a result, Damian's friend died instantly. The person who had rammed into Michael's dad's car didn't get much of a sentence. Three weeks of jail time. The killer was pretty well known, which helped him get a reduced sentence. In a fit of anger, Damian ran to the man without letting his anger show and without knowing what he was going to do when he got to the man, and his anger had sparked his pyrokinesis, setting the man aflame.
Some bystanders saw what happened, and saw the satisfied look on Damian's face, and decided that Damian had killed the somewhat famous man. He was on the run for weeks.
Ever since then, he wandered from place to place, doing odd jobs for cash that he can use for a small meal. He is currently without a place to stay, and hasn't had a decent meal in weeks.
Other Killing his parents, along with the death of Michael, has left him traumatized. Damian hallucinates every so often, not uncommon, but neither do his hallucinations happen frequently. They can be either a sensation that something is on him, like a bug, or hallucinating that he's in a blood filled room while he's on the sidewalk, and everything inbetween. The more common hallucinations are of his parents and friend.
Other II He absolutely adores books, and sometimes nice people give him their old ones on top of his pay. He also buys some on his own if he has leftovers from his last meal and enough money to buy one or two. He doesn't really care what happens to the books he buys, but the ones that were given to him he guards with his life.
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It's one of my more recent profiles. I might put up the profile of another character in a few minutes. It'll be the profile of a character that hates Damian and has made it his life mission to kill him.
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Dystopia
Bitter-Bitter
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02-15-2009, 12:49 AM
o3o; You can check my Blog if you want to take a look at Hasuka's profile. However, it is unfinished and all the links are broken because I'm in the middle of watermarking all my images. Cept Illustrator is being a bitch and nto saving properly. *rants*
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Silver Crusnik
Kittenfais Overlord
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02-19-2009, 04:37 AM
Omg. EpicWIN convo. And this is why I must post it. Okay, so the whole deal with this is that my character--Jade--heard my friend SD's character--Khyrrus--yelling. Well so did her other character, Orpheus. But Orph is like...completely drained physically and mentally, so after healing Khyrrus's muscle soreness, he kind of...stared off into space. So Khyrrus gave him a sound bitchslap to draw him back to the world of the non-zombified, and apart from giving Orph a bloody nose, he succeeded in waking the guy up.
But when Jade wheeled up--yeah, he's in a wheelchair, because currently he has like...5% muscle, and can barely even wheel himself around as is--Orpheus went to take shelter in the bathroom, since he looked a complete mess, disheveled and all zombified in appearance, lol.
So Jade starts talking with Khyrrus, and eventually asks if he scared Orpheus or something. This conversation ensued
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"Nah," Khyrrus said, having no point of reference with which to compare Orpheus' reaction to Jade to determine whether it was an overreaction or not. "He just likes that prim and proper thing. You know how he's always in perfect condition..." He glanced at the door and smirked, then raised his voice slightly.
"Unlike us real men..."
"Yes, because sweat and dirt and odor are what real men are always coated in," Orpheus replied in an almost sing-song voice from within. He was sounding better already. "Khyrrus, why is your comb so destroyed?"
Khyrrus snorted, then had to make a massive effort to contain himself when he thought up a great reply.
"It can't handle the hair of the Mighty Khyrrus!"
There was no reply from within, but the trained ear might have been able to pick up a slight amused snort.
At the first bit of banter, Jade smirked in amusement, but when Khyrrus busted out that line, he actually laughed.
"The hair of the Mighty Khyrrus, huh? Shit, I'm surprised your hairline hasn't receded and you don't give yourself headaches from how far back you pull your hair," he taunted. "If you're usin' a comb, it stands no chance whatsoever."
Come to think of it...Khyrrus's hair was still in a ponytail. Did he ever let it loose?! Jade was half-tempted to pull the tie out somehow...it'd piss Khyrrus off, perhaps, but he wanted to see what the guy's hair looked like when it wasn't bunched up and tied off at the back of his head.
Khyrrus shot Jade a look for a moment, but thought up another wise-ass remark and folded his arms over his chest, grinning.
"That's why it's so great," he said simply. "It withstands anything I do to it."
"And that's why there's none on your chest or back, right??" Orpheus wise-assed back.
"Shut up!" Khyrrus shot at the door, still smirking. "You don't either, Mr. Stick!"
"By choice!" Orpheus sing-songed.
"Yeah, well...mine's functional! You're just a wimp."
"It's more gentlemanly and civilized to be devoid of hair on other places than the head," Orpheus replied, sounding like his usual self totally now. "Plus, I'm not leaving it all over the place, which you seem to manage to do anyway, from the looks of this bathroom. When was the last time you cleaned this?"
Khyrrus shot the door a look that clearly said "Clean" it? Men, in his opinion, didn't clean things. Well, real men. That was what he had Orpheus for, anyway.
"You're welcome to, if you want," he replied.
"I think I will, if only to prevent it from becoming a health hazard..."
"Very funny, Orpheus."
"Who's laughing this time?"
Khyrrus rolled his eyes.
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