[hider=Ulysses] [center][h2]Ezrah Ulysses[/h2][/center] [hr] [center][img]http://orig02.deviantart.net/47e9/f/2011/356/e/8/urban_samurai_by_jonafunart-d4jwpwj.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Ezrah Ulysses [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 19 [b][u]Eye Colors[/u][/b] Naturally, the left is darkish brown/hazel, and the right is a deep emerald, but can, and will, turn completely green, sclera and all, on will. A rather...useless power, but one he uses once he goes out, to further hide his identity. [b][u]Personality[/u][/b] Ezrah can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the sharper, quieter side. While a bit cold-shouldering, he is a very down-to-earth, realistic young man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and observant/analytical, Ezrah can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances, and it tends to generally make him uneasy to team up with another person - which is part of the reason he quit the MRF. If in a team, he'd rather not take the leadership role, preferring to let others take such a stressful and frustrating role. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane, if not ruthless person, cutting off his humanity when he ruthlessly slices down his enemies. If he sees someone innocent, or even worth saving, in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. Otherwise, he stays to himself, as he already has a goal within his mind, and it's not being some comic book hero. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Ezrah will let down his guard and laugh/joke, but it's extremely rare. Generally, you'd get a sharp, dry, and sarcastic remark from the generally cold young man. He doesn't take any disrespect, nor does he get pushed around, and he can, and will, push back with more force than you. He isn't afraid of a battle of wits, but he much prefers swift action over words. He tries to be...friendlier? Nicer? As he goes about the normal, everyday citizen life, but things don't really work out that way a lot of the times. [b][u]Type[/u][/b] 1 [b][u]Abilities[/u][/b] Ezrah's abilities stems from his body and mind. His strength, speed, agility, durability, and stamina goes beyond human limits, being unnatural and inhuman in nature. He has the whip-corded reaction speed, strength, and agility to slice barrages of bullets in half within seconds, dart through the shadows, flip dozens of feet into the air, and generally do feats that any human, and even inhumans, cannot do within their dreams. This makes him an immensely dangerous combatant, especially combined with his psychological ability. It's an unnatural form of eidetic, or photographic, memory. Practically, he can learn, remember, and master things that he only sees by his eyes, which he used to learn how to use the weapon shown within the picture, and other weaponry and martial arts. [b][u]Bio[/u][/b] Starting off, his life wasn't all that bad. He grew up in the...rougher part of town, the 'ghettos' if you will. He had a little sister, an older brother, and a mother and a father, both whom were hard workers, and tough, yet fair and loving parents. He was expected to be hard-working as well, and with a naturally intelligent mind, Ezrah tried to make his parents proud starting off, getting good grades on his tests and exams, doing his homework, doing the yardwork, the chores when it was his turn, and generally living his life. That is...until he hit the age of 13. It was a pretty...odd experience. He was washing his face in the locker room, after gym class, when he looked up, and noticed something off about his face. His left eye, it was it's usual hazel-brown, yet the left eye was a dark, emerald green. He touched his cheek, and flinched back when an electric shock went down his spine, and both of his eyes suddenly turned pure green, sclera and all. The door suddenly opened, and Ezrah whipped around, startled. The janitor was there, and the man was absolutely shocked as he stared at the boy's obviously inhuman eyes. "You're...you're...!" He began, pointing a shaking finger at the black-haired young man. Ezrah's mouth was opened as he pressed along his cheek, trying to stop whatever was making his eyes be completely green. He had heard of this whole mutant thing...the 'Gifted', and how they were being hunted. How the media said they were 'not human'. He didn't want to be... The janitor had reacted whilst he was freaking out, and Ezrah looked up, just to see the mop bucket, filled with dirty water, flying right towards his head. However, his body reacted instinctively, and with unnatural reflexes, he rolled forward, as the bucket slammed against the wall, spilling water everywhere. The janitor yelled, running forward with the mop in hand, slamming the heavy wooden handle down at the shorter child. Once more, Ezrah felt his body's instincts doing the deed, and he instinctively side-stepped, before yelling and punching forward with a right hook that he remembered seeing on that boxing match last night. As the punch slammed into the man's stomach, Ezrah felt sick to his own stomach as bones collapsed beneath the power of his fist, before gravity caught up and the janitor collapsed onto the floor, bile and blood dribbling from his mouth. After this, everything is a haze. He was expelled from school, and came home, only to find some men in dark suits exiting his house. He had been wandering the park after leaving school, scared to tell his mom and pops about what had happened, afraid of what they'd say and do...so, as he ran into the house, flicking on the lights as he went. What he found...disgusted and horrified and enraged him. Blood...so much blood. Bodies. And a note...'We know.' That was how the MRF found him. Everything after that is history. [b][u]Post Example[/u][/b] [hider=An average post from a Fallout RP] [b]Jackdaw Missouri Near the Vault Entrance Tagged;; Everyone[/b] Jackdaw listened to the others with half an ear, whilst he busied himself with making sure that his equipment was stable. Regardless of what they chose, he already had his plans - those buildings in the distance sure was interesting, and they'd probably hold some very valuable information for seeing what was going on in this Wasteland. True, diving themselves up would make them smaller targets, but, from what he saw, the others weren't really made for...well, conflict, he felt like. There wasn't any arrogance to the thought - he was just going off of what he knew of the others at this exact moment. The red-haired girl, the thug, seemed pretty good with what she got, and the large guy was notorious for being very strong in the Vault - other than his retardation. Maybe they'd be useful, but he didn't really know. Whether they stayed together or not, Jack had absolutely no thoughts on dying out here. He had finally left the vault, and if his dad could survive out here with a pregnant wife, then he'd do the exact same thing. The man had left him some audio-recordings in his Pip-Boy, not mentioning anything specific about escaping the vault, but just giving him stories about the outside world. Since the audio recordings were made for him to sleep, back when he was younger, they didn't give out every gritty detail...but maybe, once he found a safe place, he could listen to them and see if there was any useful information within the messages. If there wasn't...well, at least he'd tried. Coming back into the 'real-world', Jack looked down, noticing that he was sitting on a flat rock, his assault rifle's magazine lying on the ground beside him. Slipping the loaded clip into the gun's chamber, Jack slung the weapon over his backpack, while grabbing his 10mm pistol from where it had been sitting beisde him. His mind was made up. It'd be a bit dangerous, for sure, moving down the road with the sun blaring all around him, but at least he'd be moving on. Staying by the vault seemed more and more stupid, especially with those shitty monsters killing every child and mother inside. Damn... [b]"I'm headin' to the buildings out there."[/b] Jack spoke up to the others, for the first time this entire day. He mentally wondered if he should just leave it at that...but there were some useful people in this group, and leaving them seemed pretty stupid. Not to mention, he couldn't just leave them all behind without having a very guilty conscience. That thought didn't even cross his mind. He began talking again, peering over at the others, before looking out at the buildings. Dust and sand blew over his eyes, and the man squinted slightly. [b]"You can come if you want. I want to see if there's anything useful, like a map or some information. Maybe normal people. "[/b] He walked up to the broken, cobblestone road, his sidearm gripped in both hands. Jack glared through the dusty air, looking for any signs of hostile people, any mutated beasts, any of those evil, drug-addicted raiders his dad had told him about, all those years ago. It seemed pretty clear. Jack glanced back at the others. [b]"Better to act than wait, right?"[/b] At least, to him, it seemed that way. The man waited for responses, while keeping his eyes peeled for anyone or anything approaching. if they declined, then Hell, he'd go by himself - no skin off his bones. But, if they came with him, then that'd be a bit better. Safer, too. However, for some reason, he felt like he'd regret speaking up...like some jackass would piss him off a few minutes after they set out, and things would escalate. That'd probably be his paranoia speaking, though. The least he could do was be patient and hopefully nice. His calmness was still winning out, so hopefully it was still there while he was with these people. He didn't really wanna snap at them and get guns shoved in his face. Then, he'd have to kill more people, and he didn't really feel like dealing with that guilty feeling. [/hider] [b][u]Other[/u][/b] Meh, I pretty much post what others do. If others are posting one sentence, then whatevs, I'll do that. If they're posting ten paragraphs, then I'll do that. Doesn't really matter. [b][u]Theme Song:[/u][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10yrPDf92hY]M.A.A.D. City[/url] [/hider]