""If it was any of your d*mn business I’d tell you""
▼ | BIRTH NAME : |
Mariana carmen Alejandra Guadeloupe-Smith
▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |
Street name: Unicorgi
▼ | GENDER : |
girl
▼ | AGE : |
15
⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷
"Character quote 2."
▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |
”did you just call me shrimpy? Boi you look like you been raised on pop tarts
▸ HEIGHT : | 4 feet 10 inches ▸ WEIGHT : | 96 pounds ▸ ETHNICITY : | White/Latino ▸ HAIR COLOR : | Natural color is dark brown but dyes it cotton candy blue with some cotton candy pink ▸ EYE COLOR : | brown
▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
Short, sturdy, and petit, round face and looks younger than she is. Hair has big curls. Has ears pierced/indent]
▼ | ATTIRE : |
Black leather hoodie, ripped jeans, Jordan air shoes, black fingerless gloves
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
"I’m sane that enough for ya?"
▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |
sarcastic, fun loving, I don’t give a d*mn kinda person, sassy
▼ | SKILLS : |
graffiti, drawing, parkour, basic hand to hand combat and knife skills
▼ | BACK STORY : |
She grew up in the slum like areas of the city, not homeless or extremely poor but poor enough, she’s been living and hanging around the same crowd all her life and she fits in with it. She’s spent her life doing graffiti, listening to rap, playing soccer and street ball. The group she hangs with know about her powers and are totally cool with them so she’s always felt accepted somewhere, her moms white and her dads hispanic/Latino and they’re ok-ish, not abusive but slightly neglectful so she was really raised by the people who lived around her.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"Get the frick outa here before you find yourself flyin outa here"
▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |
Type Chromatic.
▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Intangibility, invisibility, time control, can sort of telekinetically thrust objects
▼ | LIMITS : |
She can only effect time in very little ways. Her telekinetic abilities are also very limited at the time. She can only remain invisible for short periods of Time
▼ | WEAKNESSES : |
effecting time takes s lot of energy and if she does it for too long she can pass out
Fixed, there were two HR tags and a unfinished indent tag.
⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"If it was any of your d*mn business I’d tell you"
▼ | BIRTH NAME : |
Mariana carmen Alejandra Guadeloupe-Smith
▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |
Street name: unicorgi
▼ | GENDER : |
Girl
▼ | AGE : |
15
⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷
"Did you just call me shrimp? Boi you look like you’ve been raised on pop tarts”
▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |
▸ HEIGHT : | 4 feet 10 inches ▸ WEIGHT : | 96 pounds ▸ ETHNICITY : | White/Latino ▸ HAIR COLOR : | Natural hair color is dark brown but she’s it bright cotton candy blue with cotton candy pink ▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown
▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
Short, sturdy, and petit, round face and looks younger than she is. Hair has big curls. Has ears pierced
▼ | ATTIRE : |
Leather hoodie, ripped jeans, Jordan air shoes, black fingerless gloves
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
"I’m sane that enough for ya?"
▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |
Sarcastic, fun loving, dont give a d*mn kinda person, a bit sassy
▼ | SKILLS : |
Graffiti, drawing, parkour
▼ | BACK STORY : |
She grew up in the slum like areas of the city, not homeless or extremely poor but poor enough, she’s been living and hanging around the same crowd all her life and she fits in with it. She’s spent her life doing graffiti, listening to rap, playing soccer and street ball. The group she hangs with know about her powers and are totally cool with them so she’s always felt accepted somewhere, her moms white and her dads hispanic/Latino and they’re ok-ish, not abusive but slightly neglectful so she was really raised by the people who lived around her.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"Get the frick outa here before ya find yourself flyin outa here"
▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |
TyType Chromatic.
▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Intangibility, invisibility, time control, can sort of telekinetically thrust objects
▼ | LIMITS : |
She can only effect time in very little ways. Her telekinetic abilities are also very limited at the time. She can only remain invisible for short periods of Time
▼ | WEAKNESSES : |
Effecting time takes a lot of energy and if she does it for too long she’ll pass out
@unicorgi That site for making avatars i would like. the info for me is a bit much but i am concerned with how to adjust to something like this with a lot of promise detail wise.
I may have a character concept down the road, but right now I'm catching up on my RPs after a fortnight of an annoying flu that kept me from RPing consistently. Keep me posted on how things develop.
@unicorgi This character's gonna need some work. I'm not going to be super strict about details for the RP, but I think; I think I want a bit more meat in her sheet. I mean, I left the sheet barebones for a reason but at least give me a two paragraph backstory.
Since the backstory is the most developed part of the character let me delve into that. For starters, I can say that Mariana has the potential to be a pretty interesting character, but you didn't really... develop her? You say that she's a gang member, but you don't explain anything about the gang. Like their name, size numbers, what they do, or even how she joined the gang (I mean, you can reasonably infer that she fell in line with them because of her poorer socioeconomic status). Though I honestly can't see a fifteen-year-old participating in a life of crime, child services would be all over that shit. lol
Though, I kind of get the impression she's more of a punk/rebel girl than an actual gang member (imma be real here; what gangster runs with the name Unicorgi? lol). But sure, let's go with a gang member, I guess the drawback would be that she would have a very piss-poor education. People in poor areas always get the short end of the stick education wise, and I don't see someone like Mariana would be hitting the books. Even though you were sparse with the details, you did lay a good groundwork... it just need some filling such as how and when she got her powers and maybe more information on what type of gang this is. When she got her power is probably the more important part because of how powers work in the setting (and the fact you went with Chromatic), this stuff has to be reasonably explained.
Now, onto her power... yeah that's not going to fly. You're going have to explain her power's capabilities a lot more in order for me to think about it or else she'd basically be able to do anything. I'm okay with a combo-platter power long as it's explained, but time powers are forbidden. Just look at the powers for the characters I made and try to see what I mean.
"I never gossip. I observe. And then I relate those observations to practically everyone."
▼ | BIRTH NAME : |
Christina Li
▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |
Chrissy, always. She resents the fact that her given name basically means "tiny female Christ".
▼ | GENDER : |
Female
▼ | AGE : |
28
⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷
"I don't dress up for boys. I dress up to stare at my reflection as I walk by store windows-obviously."
▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |
▸ HEIGHT : | Five feet, two inches ▸ WEIGHT : | 110 pounds ▸ ETHNICITY : | East Asian (Chinese, specifically) ▸ HAIR COLOR : | Black ▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown
▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
Chrissy's definitely not the most formidable of people, standing at a measly five feet and two inches (though her impractically high heels give her at least another four or five) and weighing less than one-hundred and twenty pounds. Her hair is thick and straight, and it is naturally a jet black color, though she's dyed it everything from red to blonde to pink (back when dyeing your hair with Kool-Aid was a thing, in middle school). When she was younger, Chrissy was pretty indecisive about her hair, and was constantly getting it altered, but she's kept her hairstyle consistent since she was eighteen. Right now, it falls a couple inches past her shoulders. Chrissy thinks that it's too straight, but unfortunately, her hair doesn't hold curls very well. Oh, well. Sometimes it just be like that.
Chrissy's features are usually arranged in an expression of mild irritation, because honestly, life never goes the way she wants it to. Her lips are on the thinner side, a fact she hides with eye-popping lipsticks and lip gloss. She makes full use of suicidally-high heels to make her look, you know, taller, because one is not usually very intimidating when they can't even reach the highest shelf in the grocery store. Indeed, with her diminutive stature and petite frame, most people can't help but to find Chrissy...cute. Cute as in, "oh look it's a twelve-year-old." Which pisses her off to no end; she does not need high school guys hitting on her because they think she's seventeen, okay????
On most days, Chrissy refuses to be seen in public without a full face of makeup on-foundation, concealer, mascara, lipstick and/or lip gloss, eyeliner, nail polish, highlighter, eye shadow; the whole shebang. Chrissy loves anything sparkly and anything pink, and she takes great pride in her killer winged eyeliner.
▼ | ATTIRE : |
Although her favorite color is by far pink, Chrissy's wardrobe is a veritable rainbow of all sorts of colors, from pastel yellow to neon blue. She also loves fun jewelry and has an obsession with hoop and/or dangly earrings of all sorts.
Chrissy's self-described style is "sparkly pink biker chick glam". She will 100% pair a magenta crop top bedazzled with rhinestones with black skinny jeans and hot pink combat boots. She's not afraid to show some skin, either, but Chrissy hates the cold, so she keeps her outfits, ah, reasonable during the winter months. Though her vanity wins out over her (very questionable) common sense, sometimes.
For special occasions, her go-tos are glitzy mini-dresses and sparkly stilettos, and maybe fishnets-and killer eyeliner, of course.
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
"5'2" but my attitude 6'1"."
▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |
Determined, optimistic, analytical and observant/perceptive, spunky and spontaneous, kind of annoying, impulsive, a bit shallow and superficial, silly, slightly ridiculous, really extra, treats life as a giant shitpost, tries to be intimidating, but she's like....5'2 (though her cynical "fuck off" flippancy and acerbic tongue more than make up for her lack of height-as do her six-inch heels)
Scathingly sarcastic and stunningly irreverent, Chrissy Li may have found herself the perfect job when she became a gossip columnist. Indeed, Chrissy is rather shallow (and she's perfectly aware of this, thank you very much), as her life basically revolves around whether Generic Female Actress was dating Attractive Male Singer or not-and whether or not she could get a good story out of it. She has a dry, tongue-in-cheek sort of humor that is (more often than not) not kept "in cheek". At all.
Although she has a critical and rather cynical outlook on life in general, Chrissy is usually quite talkative and outgoing. Her cheerfully blunt and wry (if slightly sarcastic) disposition is well-liked by her peers, even if they do make fun of her for disturbing habit of sprinting after celebs after they've gotten into cars. In 6-inch heels.
Chrissy is also too curious for her own good-she's been known to follow a lead past the point of sanity. She loves drama and she loves gossip, and what brings more drama and gossip than a good ol' fashioned celebrity scandal? Flippant and impulsive, Chrissy is full of sarcastic quips and has an unfortunate tendency for making smart, snarky remarks at exactly the wrong times.
Despite her sharp tongue and dry humor, Chrissy is naturally people-smart and possesses a sharp intelligence and an ability to analyze all sorts of problems and situations in the blink of an eye. She is a natural-born diplomat and compromiser, capable of expertly mediating tense situations with her blunt matter-of-factness. She has a brisk, breezy way of going about her business, and she is remarkably good at keeping track of and managing people, for all her sparkly (and gossipy) ways.
Chrissy is always prepared for everything, be it a slew of paperwork or a broken nail (and if she herself doesn't know how to fix it, there's a 99% chance that she knows someone who can). Although she's quite flighty, Chrissy is a very talented multi-tasker-she can apply sparkly pink eye shadow while reciting exact date that some famous actress or the other hooked up with their current boyfriend, broke up with their current boyfriend, got back together with their current boyfriend, and broke up again with the same boyfriend while operating a motor vehicle (which is quite an impressive feat in L.A. traffic!). Chrissy has a talent with faces and names and picking up teeny-tiny signs-if you give her even the slightest clue, the tiniest hint, Chrissy will have the truth out of you. She is most certainly not as ditzy as she (sometimes) comes off as, and before you know it, she'll have the name of the mysterious woman GoodLooking MaleSinger was making out with at the club last night, her address, if she likes Pepsi or Coke, her phone number, her Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter usernames (and maybe even the passwords), and (probably) her social security number out of you just like that.
▼ | SKILLS : |
» Running in high heels of any sort (and outrunning you while she's at it)
» Give her the tiniest tidbit of information, the merest speck of a rumor, and she'll spin it into a salacious, headline-worthy story in the space of ten minutes. Okay, so the credibility of aforementioned story may be slightly questionable...but hey, a girl's gotta eat!
» Besides English, she also speaks Chinese and Spanish...sort of (she can understand her Mexican neighbors when they yell at each other so loudly that Chrissy can hear them all the way down the hall. That counts, right?????)
» Eavesdropping. And/or getting someone else to eavesdrop for her
» Okay, so she's kind of a bitch, but she's somehow managed to cultivate a wide network of contacts and informants all throughout L.A. That has to count for something. Right?
» Applying sparkly pink eyeshadow while checking Instagram while operating a motor vehicle
▼ | BACK STORY : |
Christina Li grew up in Los Angeles, California, and she's lived there for practically her entire life. Her childhood was pretty standard-dad, mom, annoying younger brother, equally (if not more) annoying older sister, et cetera, et cetera. Chrissy wasn't a star student, but it's not like she flunked out of school, either, and she had a great time as a cheerleader during her high school years, even if the thought of one of those handspring-handspring-handspring-round off-back tuck sequences makes her joints ache nowadays (her grandma would laugh at her for being over-dramatic about "achy joints", but Chrissy would beg to differ-cheer and gymnastics really fuck up your body, and she's not being over-dramatic!).
Chrissy went to college in California, too, and she majored in journalism (and minored in Spanish), dreaming of becoming an undercover investigative reporter-like the muckrakers, back in the day (in fact, Chrissy loved Upton Sinclair and the whole investigation of meat-packing plants that went on in the early twentieth century). However, as time went on, Chrissy realized that getting a job at the L.A. Times was not as easy as she thought it would be. Sure, she had internships and wrote for the school newspaper and graduated from college, but so did everyone else trying to write for the L.A. Times.
So instead, Chrissy took her career in journalism in a markedly different direction-tabloids. After graduating from college, she accepted a position at one of L.A.'s most infamous tabloids, and she has worked there for a good six or seven years now. It's not a bad job-in fact, Chrissy quite enjoys it-but it's not NYT-level journalism, either. But hey. It could be worse, and all the annoyed celebrities aside, Chrissy loves her job...and more importantly, she's good at it. Give her the tiniest tidbit of information, the merest speck of a rumor, and she'll spin it into a salacious, headline-worthy story in the space of ten minutes. Celebrities may hate her for it, but publicity is publicity, yeah? Chrissy also prides herself on having a very extensive network of informants, from the hairdresser at one of L.A.'s most trendy salons to the manager of the local McDonald's.
Chrissy's life took a turn for the weird when she and one of her colleagues drove out into the desert to spy on a celebrity wedding. The wedding itself was great-tons of juicy material-but on the way back, Chrissy's already super ratchet car was hit by a drunk driver, sending it spiraling off the edge of a cliff. Thankfully, said cliff wasn't very high, but Chrissy's beat-up car wound up skidding to a stop near one of those weird glowy crystals, apparently; Chrissy really doesn't remember much about that night.
In any case, the next thing she knew, she was in the hospital. Fortunately, neither she nor her friend were fatally injured-in fact, they got out of the entire ordeal relatively unharmed, besides a couple of broken bones-but a few weeks later, Chrissy started moving mascara wands with her mind?!
At around the same time, Chrissy's parents asked if she would stay with her great-aunt, in Charity Beach, if only for a few months. Aunt Jess was half-blind, half-deaf, you see, and literally can't do anything without setting the house on fire. Chrissy agreed to go-she needed some time to figure out what the hell was happening to her. Her boss agreed to let her take the summer off...though he also did say that if she caught wind of a scandal while in Florida, she was more than welcome to send it in.
And so here she is, hanging out in Florida. Chrissy doesn't mind-it's a free trip to the beach, really, and she can do without the atrocious L.A. rush hour traffic.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"If you so much as touch my nails, I'm going to stab you to death with eyeliner pencils. Do you know HOW much it costs to get them done??? What do you think I am, rich?????"
▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |
Type-Blue
▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Telekinetic-Virus. (shoutout to @Ruler Inc) Chrissy was exposed to the Type-Blue energy, and thus it has gifted her with a form of telekinesis that's somewhat more unique than other kinds. She's capable of releasing telekinetic energy into the environment (which appears as a hot pink light) that travels five meters before it dissipates. While this energy is traveling, it "infects" nearby objects, illuminating it in a hot-pink color, and basically allows her to manipulate it like any other telekinetic would. Any object infected with the "virus" can be moved, and she can also exert some advanced techniques such as crushing, bending, etc - basically anything any other telekinetic can do. She can control several objects at once, or several extremely heavy object - long as it's under 650lb she can control it without straining herself. She can, at will, dispell the virus and spread another one, however she can "spread" the infection by having an infected object hit something unaffected - infecting it.
At least, that's the hope. Right now, her power is in the very basic stages of development, and happens to be limited to make-up and beauty products (why, Chrissy doesn't really know. Maybe it's because she feels the most affinity for them, or something wonky like that? Hmm).
▼ | LIMITS : |
Chrissy, first and foremost, can only use the virus to infect make-up and beauty products...at least, for now. The virus lasts around ten minutes before it dissipates and she has to create another one - also she can only have one "infection" at a time (which is really damn inconvenient when she's trying to do her lipstick and mascara and nails all at once, and she is about to be late for work!!!). In addition the infection doesn't follow her, so if she moves she'll leave the infection behind (though she's gotten around this by getting into the car, first, before activating the virus). Attempting to move anything over 500 pounds will cause severe mental strain on her, however she can manipulate anything infected with the virus long as it's within her line of sight.
▼ | WEAKNESSES : |
Chrissy's power is connected to her body, mind, and spirit. Using it causes injuries to her body in the form of your garden variety nosebleed, to horrific headaches, and strained muscles. She'll basically have one hell of a hangover after a particularly drawn out battle, the typical telekinetic weaknesses. A counter to Chrissy's virus, or a way to dispel it, is high intensity energy - given that it's an energy of a mental sort, once the two collide they'll cancel each other out.
⫸ O T H E R ⫷
"Look, stop telling me to be the bigger person. I'm 5'2". It's just like, not physically possible."
Chrissy loves sweet things; bubble tea, cancer-inducing Starbucks fraps, ice cream, Oreos, doughnuts...as long as there's sugar in it, Chrissy will probably eat it. Her aesthetic consists of bright pinks and yellows and glitter and floral-print interspersed with edgy combat boots and rhinestones, topped off with a pair of suicidally-high heels and one (1) perfectly manicured middle finger flipping you off.
"Legally Blonde", "Clueless", and "The Devil Wears Prada" are three of her all-time favorite movies. Though "Tangled" and "The Princess and the Frog" are wonderful as well. TL;DR Chrissy is a extra as hell and completely prepared to take on the world in a short skirt and glitzy heels
"I heard I was a bad guy--but I look good don't I?"."
▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |
▸ HEIGHT : | 5’10 ▸ WEIGHT : | 190 ▸ ETHNICITY: | African American ▸ HAIR COLOR : | Black. ▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown.
▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
Malik is o average build and in terms of muscle he is lean but not bulky. He prefers to keep his hair nicely trimmed and tends to wear it in either mini-afros or tapered caesars. He has one gold incisor tooth in his bottom row. On the back of his neck he has a crown tilted to the right to denote his gang affiliation. He keeps a scrubble on his face or he is clean shaven. There is a tinge of a Cuban accent to his speech given how much time he spends with the Hispanic members of the Red Crowns, but it is not thick and only seeps through unconscious.
▼ | ATTIRE : |
Malik fashions himself a new age gangbanger: suits, rings, watches, and designer glasses instead of baggy pants, bandanas, and oversized shirts and jerseys. If he is not wearing a suit, he is probably wearing a collared shirt and some slacks or a collared shirt and some jeans if he is dressing down. If he fancies himself especially bummy one day then he may wear a turtleneck and some jeans. Otherwise, one will find him dressed ‘proper.’
CRIMINAL || Malik is a refined mastermind; he understands how other criminals speak, exploit, and talk. He knows how to swindle and is good with words and Faustian conduct. MANIPULATIVE || Malik has a way of getting someone to see things his way, but he does it through listening. Waiting and watching and getting close to someone, letting them feel safe around him that they will unveil parts of themselves so that he can exploit them later to his advantage. MAGNATE || Malik understands numbers, percentages, stocks, LLCs; in short, Malik knows how business works. He knows when to buy and sell and when to defraud ad invest. He owns one small business in Charity Beach similar to a Jamba Juice. STREET SMART || He knows how to navigate the ‘streets’: drug deals, lingo, who calls what shots in what neighborhood, who the connects are, etc. BILINGUAL || Malik isn’t fluid in Spanish, but he knows enough that he can deal with the Cuban and other Latin American kingpins in Florida.
▼ | BACK STORY : |
Born and raised in Opa Locka, Miami, Florida, Malik doesn’t grow up rich nor poor. But his parents work hard, his mother at any one time holding no less than two jobs and his father spends much of his life in the business sector as middle management. Eventually, Malik’s parents find he comeuppance they desire for themselves and their trio of sons and move up the socioeconomic ladder as per the facets of the prototypical American Dream.
Yet, with it all--or with as much as two slightly more than exceptional black folks can buy--Malik finds solace in his neighborhood and the kids in his neighborhood. He falls in with a group of kids who call themselves a ‘gang’, but they are just delinquents who commit petty crimes. Eventually, Malik and his friends’ gang is absorbed by one of the many branches of the Red Crowns.
Malik’s new peers know his upbringing and know that he is not a born-and-bred latchkey child; for this, he is ridiculed and often left out of many of his new gang’s early major plays. That, and he is underage; but time is not so kind to the kids and young men who are above him and many end up dead or in jail. Malik’s parents intervene and try to re-direct their sons’ wonton behavior and as many expected, it was to no avail. His parents, aging and knowing of no other way to help their son, put aside a trust fund of his own. All of this is worsened when Malik’s Exposure Event happens during his eighteenth birthday.
It was branded a home invasion. Uptown rivals made Malik’s parents’ murders look like a robbery. Florida PD came and got Malik from school. He wouldn’t see the bodies until the funeral, and Malik and his brothers were sent to live with his grandfather. Malik’s trauma manifested in the form of the Delta energy he had been unknowingly accumulating over the years while living with his parents. He woke up at his grandfather’s house seeing nothing but crimson red; more, the world around him was made of flat, geometric shapes.
He cried, he screamed. Then he ran. He ran back to the same kind of people who killed his parents but the same people who made him feel like he belonged (even if marginal). This time, though, he was older and he was different. An older, retired Red Crown took Malik under his wing and taught him the finer ways of how to survive the streets and high society. Left an inheritance, Malik invests his money and while he is not wealthy, he uses what he has learned to funnel money into businesses and fronts for the Red Crowns in Charity Beach where he has recently moved.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"I see it all."
▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |
Type-Chromatic (Red, Blue)
▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Optic Energy Emission Malik was turned into a conduit for UV rays; he can absorb a steady amount of UV light and transmit it into hard-light through his eyes. It is usually channeled in red or blue, much like the crystal energy he absorbed leading up to his Exposure. When he activates his power, he sees everything through either a red or blue spectrum. These beams can be either concussive or they can cut through objects and flesh.
Whether these beams cut through physical objects or simply concuss is dependent on Malik’s intent. He can bounce these beams off of most kinds of surface if angled correctly and cause ricochet. Alternating his beams with a single eye is also something he is learning to do (though has not mastered); they can get large (but no larger than the size of his eyeballs) or small as garrote wire depending on what Malik requires. They can cut through and bend nothing tougher than steel.
360 Vision
Because Malik’s world now lacks three dimensional depth and functions entirely in 2D, Malik’s brain has adapted and pushed his occipital lobe beyond normal human capacity. The rays which reflect off of buildings Malik passively manipulates so he can see all around himself. Where there is no light source, he loses this ability.
Superhumanly Acute Spatial Awareness Malik has an almost unnatural grasp on how much space is in a given room: how many tiles, how much distance exactly is between one tile on the ceiling and another, how far and how close someone is to himself. Though he lacks extra depth perception, he is also not hindered by it and is not so easily confused by sleight of hand.
▼ | LIMITS : |
There is a limit to how much energy he can store in himself before he must release it. Unbeknownst to Malik, his beams are actually weaker the closer they are to a target; they become stronger the further a target is away from him. When his beams are set to cut someone or something, the effect may be negated by sufficient metallic armor.
▼ | WEAKNESSES : |
Malik has little physical combat training and relies heavily on his gifts to keep him alive. Should his powers fail him, he is generally at a loss as to how he is going to defend himself. Even with his powers, Malik is best when fighting at a distance and if someone manages to remove said space from him, he is handily defeated by someone with more skill than himself. He is also just a human and is killed in any way sufficient to kill an otherwise regular man.
When he is firing his beams, he is technically 'blind' so he keeps his emissions short and purposeful.
His 360 vision relies on a constant source of light and in shadows it is obsolete.
@ayzrules She's not thicc enough, rejected. Even though you ruined my glorious power, I think you should make some more edits to it to reflect that it's limited to beauty products. I know it's a tiny nitpick. Because the whole "lel who knows what could happen??11!!!!1?" part isn't really that clear imo.
@Afro Samurai I like Malik, I just want a more clearly explained reason as to how he was exposed to three different types of the Delta energy (I'm kinda wondering how he's a yellow when, at most, he's a red-blue). Also, logically, shouldn't his power blind him when he uses it?
@ayzrules She's not thicc enough, rejected. Even though you ruined my glorious power, I think you should make some more edits to it to reflect that it's limited to beauty products. I know it's a tiny nitpick. Because the whole "lel who knows what could happen??11!!!!1?" part isn't really that clear imo.
wow racist BLOCKED and REPORTED
(also I added in a sentence in the powers section, lmk if all is okay)
"Man, I would kill for some river bacon right about now."
▼ | BIRTH NAME : |
Duncan Pierce Marlow.
▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |
Ironwood, Bark, Thorn
▼ | GENDER : |
Male
▼ | AGE : |
26
⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷
"You can hide what you are, I can't. The best I can do is cover myself to avoid being the target of the most insecure pieces of shit who want us all dead."
▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |
▸ HEIGHT : | 6'1" ▸ WEIGHT : | Base weight is 240 lbs. Varies depending on power. ▸ ETHNICITY : | Caucasian dominant mix ▸ HAIR COLOR : | Dark brown ▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown
▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
About average height, but with a heavy set, muscular build, Duncan would pass for a fairly normal weight lifting gym goer, if it were not for the fact that his skin like the bark of a tree, which changes, frequently due to his ability. His hair, once naturally dark brown, is now a deep leaf green. Behind his left ear, he has the numerals 828 tattooed, however it is extremely difficult to see them, due to the odd colouring, and textures his skin takes.
▼ | ATTIRE : |
Duncan typically wears clothing to cover much of his skin. Almost always in loose fitting, baggy pants (not sagging), long sleeve shirts or hoodies, and steel toe boots. His colour palette is typically muted and earth tones. Typical for him is blue jeans and a light grey hoodie, or browns, blacks, greys, and the occasional checker/plaid shirt or jacket.
⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷
"I understand bears more than I understand people. Bears are logical, you know where you stand with them. People are irrational, one would stab you in the back for the shoes on your feet, another would give you coat off their back in a blizzard, only to freeze to death themselves. I try to be the later."
Remote wilderness and arctic survival: Having grown up in a minuscule village in the backwoods of Alaska, Duncan is extremely well versed in hunting, fishing, making shelter, and other aspects of survival. This was further expanded on due to training to be a Forest Ranger.
Bushcraft: Duncan can not only survive in the wild, but give him a knife, and he will thrive. He is experienced in making long term shelters, tools, traps, even weapons out of nothing but what is found in the wild.
Firearm Training - Hunter: Duncan is an excellent shot with a rifle or a shotgun, at ranges of less than 200 yards. Just how he did most of his hunting, and bear shooting. With training from becoming a Forest Ranger, he is experienced with semi-automatic carbines, and pistols, and has enjoyed training with them, under stress-inducing scenarios, typically joining a two-gun action challenge match once a month.
Primitive Archery - Basic: Duncan has been taught how to make, and shoot, a primitive, self-made bow from what he can find in the wilderness. What he makes isn't pretty, but it is functional enough to take down small game, if needed.
Mechanical Aptitude: Inherited from his father, Duncan has a knack for taking things apart and fixing them: so long as it isn't computerized. He is well versed in the operation, maintenance, and repair of things like chainsaws, snowmobiles, toasters to furnaces. However, he tends a bit more to the backwoods approach of "Jerry-rig it 'till it works", rather than proper repairs. His welding may look like a pile of boogers, but it will hold.
Musician: He is self-taught in how to play the guitar and bass guitar. Strictly amateur.
Weight lifting: Duncan has been pursuing strength, after having engaged in a couple of barroom brawls, while trying to find clues to Alana's disappearance. While his body is tough and almost rock hard, being able to return the punishment seemed like a good idea. He has plans to start learning some martial arts in the future.
Languages: Knows English and Yu'pik
▼ | BACK STORY : |
Born in Lower Kalskag, Alaska, Duncan lead a very different life than most kids. He had no computer, no internet, except for at the school. He grew up hunting, fishing, helping to grow a small garden for his family, and foraging in the wilderness. His mother is a Doctor in the clinic, and his father is a handyman, who fixed things like snowmobiles, chainsaws, to ovens or rifles. A little after his sixteenth birthday, he moved in with his aunt in Anchorage, so he could get a better education.
It was in Anchorage that he met Alana, a girl two years older than him. She was a Delta, something he had never known before, just heard vague rumours about. She had the ability to suppress the power of someone else, at range. They were a couple for two years, when Alana just vanished. No call, no text, nothing. Her apartment looked as though she just walked out and never came back.
In the years following Alana's disappearance, Duncan tried everything he could think of to find her, even paying for a psychic for their services, but the only thing they could tell him, was some vague imagery, and the numbers: 828. He has no idea what it means, but he's been trying to figure it out for eight damn years.
At one point, he picked up his Aunts guitar and started learning how to play it, as something to focus on, other than the pain of his loss, it eventually led him to joining a hardrock/metal band for a year, where they played a few bars and clubs before shit went sour with the vocalist and the drummer.
When he was 22, he went back home to help his mother take care of his father, after the old man went and fractured his leg. While out foraging, Duncan came across a yellow crystal, growing in the deep woods, not knowing what it was, he picked it up...and pretty quickly realized what it was.
He did complete his education, getting a degree in wildlife management, and forestry. He has since been picking up jobs in different parks, or cities, as he follows the limited clues he has to Alana, south.
⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷
"Please, punch me! It will be hilarious watching you scream with a broken hand!"
▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |
Type-Yellow
▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |
Plant Absorption: Duncan has the ability to absorb the essence of almost any plant life, and his body comes to emulate it. For instance, when he absorbs from an Ironwood tree, his skin becomes like the bark of an the tree, his flesh becomes extremely dense, gaining mass, and he becomes quite resistant to injury. If he absorbs from a Red Cedar, he loses mass, is still durable, but a bit less so, but becomes extremely resistant to poison, infection, or fungal organisms. If he absorbs from a rose bush, his skin will grow thorns, if he absorbs grass, he can become extremely flexible, etc.
Something he does, is carry a small key chain, with a couple of different pieces of wood on it, to help him adapt to situations. Typically he keeps it loaded with Red Cedar, Australian Buloke (Ironwood), Balsa, and Honey Locust. While he can absorb an essence from dead plants, he has a secondary ability that requires living plants for it to work;
Plant Healing: Simply put, Duncan can absorb a plant, and use it to heal himself. It is however, limited by the mass of the plant itself. If he were to absorb a blade of grass? It might heal something he isn't even aware of, like the slightest scratch or something of similar, useless nature. If he were to absorb a California Giant Redwood? It is theorized that he could regenerate from a single living cell, course, that would mean he would have to be obliterated, in a Redwood forest, so it isn't exactly a practical reality. A more realistic use, would be to absorb a common urban tree, which might heal a broken bone, or a palm tree, which could heal some fairly nasty wounds.
▼ | LIMITS : |
He is limited by only being able to manifest one essence at a time. If he manifests Ironwood, then he gains its strengths, but he cannot combine it with say, Cedar's resistance poison/infection, etc. While his ability is always active, changing from one to another takes a lot of effort, one change takes a lot out of him, two and he will be quite fatigued, three, and he feels he is at risk of ashing himself. Furthermore, he appears to be unable to heal himself more than once per hour.
▼ | WEAKNESSES : |
Perhaps most damaging in day to day life, is that his ability is always active. He is an easily spotted target for those who hate Deltas, and want to see them destroyed. It also effects every aspect of his life. Herbicides, also cause him immediate pain, and could, legitimately kill him, if he is exposed to them for extended periods of time. However, fire is not as much of a weakness as many seem to expect; Ever tried setting a soaking wet, ten to six inch diameter log on fire? It takes a damn long time.
⫸ O T H E R ⫷
"Have you seen my 10mm?"
While Duncan is intensely curious, and always open to learn things, he is a bit lacking in his understanding of computers and technology overall. He is far more at home in the wilderness, than in big cities, but he is learning how to cope.
