Post by mianst on Apr 12, 2010 2:17:15 GMT -5
Name: Markus Corvid
Age:28
Race:human
Physical Description:6' tall, deathly thin. 1" thick goatee and mustache. Pail-ish-green skin. dark brown, shoulder length, curly hair. Dark brown, nearly black, eyes, harshly bitten down fingernails, and long lightning-shaped scars running from his back ending at his finger & toe-tips. Wearing: A long black leather coat [like a western duster. But not ( think Aragorn from The Lord of The Rings)], a simple black cowl beneath the coat, a grayed Linen shirt, black cloth pants, black knee-high leather boots, and thick leather arm braces.
Personality: Obsessive compulsive about where things should go or be. Regular auditory and visual hallucinations of his reflection (there for, avoiding mirrored surfaces at all costs). Bi-polar to a degree (Ex: spewing crewel remarks, beneath his breath his breath at a passerby, one moment. Then giving a random, and wholehearted, kindness to a friend or acquaintance.) Cautious in public (claustrophobic in large groups of people only.) Completely anti-social, unless in love (which is quite infrequent).
History: Mother deceased in the process of childbirth, father deceased 17 years later. Markus was forced to sell his family's property. Bought a small shack to sleep in, but otherwise lived as a vagrant. Pan-handling for money and hunting in his spare time. Though he needed little in the way of money, as he could rely on leftovers, and he essentially lived off the land. As the years dragged on his isolation started to affect his mind. He had always talked to himself as a boy, but there never was a separate voice to contend with before. This voice, that would constantly hound him to do horrifying things, had eventually been given a mental form and had taken to taunting Markus's reflection. All windows, and reflective surfaces, were eventually broken out and boarded up. Though to drive his voice away he would busy himself with organizing things. Now with auditory hallucinations and a growing obsession for patterns, he was loosing all pigment and physical strength. His quick hunting trips, often interrupted by the hallucinations, only served as a means to regain some sanity and stave off starvation. One day, after killing a rather large animal for food, a group of more violently inclined vagrants decided they wanted his catch. They surprised and beat him, nearly to death. Leaving him laying in a pool of water and his blood. A storm had been coming and was now upon him. Just as he was picking himself up a bolt of lightning struck him square in the back. He didn't even hear the crack of the thunder. He woke up several hours later with a searing pain in his extremity's. But he watched in amazement as small arcs of lightning jumped between his fingertips. But the pain returned. He watched in horror now as the lightning instantly grew in size and arced from his hands to a nearby tree. But just then the pain vanished, along with the remains of whatever power there was. 4 years later, after he had conquered the fear and managed to lock away the pain, he had found out how to control his new found ability to hunt and occasionally protect his home. This also allowed him to increase the length of his hunting trips, in turn distracting him from the full extent of what he had been previously suffering. Though his power has severe limitations: He can only draw energy from the air around him (storms are a good time to collect). If he is not entirely focused, or not in an empty area, an arc of lightning may stray from it's intended target. He is also in danger of using too much energy and stopping his heart or disrupting the electrical signals from his brain. Though it's potency can be increased with the burns that metal can cause, if directly contacting skin. And, though he does so with great caution, he can drain the electricity from a living creature. Though it yields very little energy on a small scale (1~3 human sized life-forms). Thus he does not do so without necessity.
Age:28
Race:human
Physical Description:6' tall, deathly thin. 1" thick goatee and mustache. Pail-ish-green skin. dark brown, shoulder length, curly hair. Dark brown, nearly black, eyes, harshly bitten down fingernails, and long lightning-shaped scars running from his back ending at his finger & toe-tips. Wearing: A long black leather coat [like a western duster. But not ( think Aragorn from The Lord of The Rings)], a simple black cowl beneath the coat, a grayed Linen shirt, black cloth pants, black knee-high leather boots, and thick leather arm braces.
Personality: Obsessive compulsive about where things should go or be. Regular auditory and visual hallucinations of his reflection (there for, avoiding mirrored surfaces at all costs). Bi-polar to a degree (Ex: spewing crewel remarks, beneath his breath his breath at a passerby, one moment. Then giving a random, and wholehearted, kindness to a friend or acquaintance.) Cautious in public (claustrophobic in large groups of people only.) Completely anti-social, unless in love (which is quite infrequent).
History: Mother deceased in the process of childbirth, father deceased 17 years later. Markus was forced to sell his family's property. Bought a small shack to sleep in, but otherwise lived as a vagrant. Pan-handling for money and hunting in his spare time. Though he needed little in the way of money, as he could rely on leftovers, and he essentially lived off the land. As the years dragged on his isolation started to affect his mind. He had always talked to himself as a boy, but there never was a separate voice to contend with before. This voice, that would constantly hound him to do horrifying things, had eventually been given a mental form and had taken to taunting Markus's reflection. All windows, and reflective surfaces, were eventually broken out and boarded up. Though to drive his voice away he would busy himself with organizing things. Now with auditory hallucinations and a growing obsession for patterns, he was loosing all pigment and physical strength. His quick hunting trips, often interrupted by the hallucinations, only served as a means to regain some sanity and stave off starvation. One day, after killing a rather large animal for food, a group of more violently inclined vagrants decided they wanted his catch. They surprised and beat him, nearly to death. Leaving him laying in a pool of water and his blood. A storm had been coming and was now upon him. Just as he was picking himself up a bolt of lightning struck him square in the back. He didn't even hear the crack of the thunder. He woke up several hours later with a searing pain in his extremity's. But he watched in amazement as small arcs of lightning jumped between his fingertips. But the pain returned. He watched in horror now as the lightning instantly grew in size and arced from his hands to a nearby tree. But just then the pain vanished, along with the remains of whatever power there was. 4 years later, after he had conquered the fear and managed to lock away the pain, he had found out how to control his new found ability to hunt and occasionally protect his home. This also allowed him to increase the length of his hunting trips, in turn distracting him from the full extent of what he had been previously suffering. Though his power has severe limitations: He can only draw energy from the air around him (storms are a good time to collect). If he is not entirely focused, or not in an empty area, an arc of lightning may stray from it's intended target. He is also in danger of using too much energy and stopping his heart or disrupting the electrical signals from his brain. Though it's potency can be increased with the burns that metal can cause, if directly contacting skin. And, though he does so with great caution, he can drain the electricity from a living creature. Though it yields very little energy on a small scale (1~3 human sized life-forms). Thus he does not do so without necessity.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.