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Ghostbusters: Legacy

Victor bristled at the trainer's gesture. He was sure she meant to be upbeat with it, but he found it annoying.

He was leaning back in his seat, not really paying attention to her. The name tag on his uniform read 'SILVA,' and his outfit appeared to be one or two sizes too big for him. His black hair was shaved on one side, and it was long and braided on the other, ending in bright green highlights. Victor's hazel eyes flashed as the instructor's attention shifted to him, conveying his slight disdain toward her attitude. He smirked a bit at her question, but there was no happiness behind it.

"Déjame en paz, payasa," he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes. Then, he glanced over at the table and gestured vaguely at what looked to be a metal box with a light bulb affixed to it.

"How about that? Is it some kind of fantasma-catching equipment, or do you just put your leftovers in it?"

The question was serious, but Victor laughed a bit at his own joke.

Ghostbusters: Legacy

Victor "Vic" Silva

Character Name: Victor "Vic" Silva
Age: 24
Personality: Victor seems abrasive to people he doesn't know, but is just fiercely protective of himself and his friends. He tends to take risks without fully realizing the consequences of his actions, and he likes to argue or fight over his beliefs rather than settle things diplomatically. He is also bilingual, speaking both English and Spanish.
Background: Previously a college student, psychology major. Now, he works at a local game store as a cashier.
Do You Believe in UFO's, Astral Projections, Mental Telepathy, ESP, Clairvoyance, Spirit Photography, Telekinetic Movement, Full Trance Mediums, The Loch Ness Monster and The Theory of Atlantis?: There's a possibility for anything and everything to exist. Unless it has been 100% proven to be impossible, I consider it possible.

He considers ghosts and spirits to be real, and he believes that people can manifest psychic abilities.

Ghostbusters: Legacy

I'm interested!!

Resonant: The Deathless

Felix waved the woman off, struggling to stand on his already mending legs. The flesh around the fracture looked knotted and strange.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, his voice hoarse as if he had been screaming for hours before this, “Just get the hell out of here.”

His body was mending itself. Maybe this is some quirk his body only had in dire circumstances. He didn’t want to consider the other possibility, that this had to do with the accident he had been in.

Felix could see the figure standing behind the strange woman, who looked to be doing fine despite the horrific accident. It wasn’t smiling like it normally was. It looked serious. Worried, even.

“Don’t bother yourself with her. If anything, use her help against her. She’s probably just looking to take advantage of you.”

Felix reached into the shredded remains of his once very fancy leather jacket and pulled out a small knife. It looked to be very sharp. It was a wonder that he didn’t find the blade buried in his side when he woke up. Felix brandished the blade at Gwen, his hand shaking as he did so.

“What did you do to me? Why can’t I FEEL anything?”

He knew she wasn’t responsible for what happened to him, but he needed something to blame this on. Things like this didn’t happen to people like him. Well, that may have been a better argument for someone who was a bit more… normal than him. Considering his past, it seemed perfectly reasonable that something like this could happen to Felix.

He could feel his ribs mending under the thin skin of his torso. It may have been strange to someone who hasn’t experienced changing like this, but it was strange because Felix wasn’t willing this to happen. It just was.

Felix glanced over at where Gwen indicated. A market on the beach. He hadn’t seen one of these in a while, but he knew what they were.

“What do we need to go shopping for?”

Resonant: The Deathless

Also, how many posts should I do in a day?

Resonant: The Deathless

"Felix!"

His mother was angry with him again. He didn't know why she was so angry, but it didn't matter. Eyes like a spider's fell upon him, pinning him in place like an insect to a board. Cold fury washed over him as her eyes almost seemed to burn his skin. She towered over him, as he was only a child. Felix had done something horrible. He had failed her, failed to bring her something she needed. The child's toy fell out of his hand, a memento of the task she had given him. The bells that were sewn into it jingled as it hit the floor. His mother shrieked at him, madness and fury burning in her eyes.

"Why didn't you do as I asked? Why did you fail me?"

Felix didn't know what to say. Nothing would appease her in this state, and the true answer would surely worsen things. He had been tasked with taking something from a nearby house, a child sleeping in its crib. He stared at the peaceful child, envy blooming in his chest. He wanted to take its place, to not have to worry about his mother or anything she might do to him. Felix had been so caught up in his envy that he hadn't noticed the child's parents approaching the room. Candlelight fell upon him, and he heard a startled cry behind him. He fled before anything else could happen, but he wished he had. Maybe they would have understood.

When he didn't respond to her question, Felix's mother grabbed the underside of his chin, forcing him to look her in her many eyes. Tears sprung to his eyes, and he tried to look away, but he couldn't. He felt a presence in his mind, whispering things he couldn't understand. The presence grew, forcing any thoughts and memories from his mind except for the child from earlier. The memory grew, filling his entire mind. The presence pulled at it, threatening to tear him apart in the process. Suddenly, something

(shattered)

broke in his mind, and a scream fled from his lips. Felix thought he could see something from the corner of his eye, watching him. It called out to him, drawing his attention from his mother...

"Felix! Wake up! We need to get out of here!"

Felix opened his eyes. His entire body felt... nothing. He felt an enormous weight all over his body, as if an elephant or two were sitting on top of him. He almost forgot where he was. He remembered seeing something, although the memory slipped out of his grasp like a stubborn eel. Something happened to the ship he was on. He remembered the wood giving way under his feet, then a blinding flash of white as something collided with his head.

Now... he was here.

Felix looked at the wreckage around him, the black sand making every piece stand out. A figure stood above him, snapping its fingers in his face. It looked similar to himself, but it had another set of eyes on its cheekbones and it had a shadowy cast to it.

"Felix! Come on!"

He tried to sit up, but he found that he couldn't. He felt his shattered ribs scrping together, but there was no pain, only that looming pressure that was slowly starting to become familiar. A thought rushed into his mind, causing panic to bloom in his chest.

I shouldn't be alive.

His heart should have been pounding, but he didn't feel it beating in his chest. The familiar feeling of adrenaline coarsed through him, but his heart wasn't thudding against his ribs like when he normally did. His lack of pain was surely from the adrenaline. Not... anything else. He was alive, wasn't he?

Felix's flesh roiled underneath his skin, shifting, trying to become something else. His ability could change how he looked, but it couldn't heal major injuries. Still, he willed himself to try to stand, forcing his body to change to support his weight. His bones were broken, but he could shape other parts to serve their purpose for a short time.

He tried to cry out for help, but only a weak moan escaped his lips. He sounded pathetic.

Felix waited for the pain to come, to hit him like a tidal wave. Only it didn't. None of his injuries hurt. The overwhelming feeling of wrongness swept over him again. Something wasn't right. Any one thing by itself could be ignored, but it was tied together somehow. He didn't have time to figure out what was happening, though. He tried to sit up once more and looked around, noticing a woman who also looked to be alive.

"H-hello?" he called out weakly. Felix wasn't confident she heard him, but he tried to get her attention anyway. The figure looked at him with a mixture of panic and impatience.

"We don't have time for a meet-and-greet! Get out of here!"

Resonant: The Deathless

Name: Felix Tallspine
Age: 25
Origin: Felix was raised by his mother, and didn’t have any constant home, as they moved around frequently. Once he was of age, he moved away and became a private investigator.
Appearance: Other than the picture, he has tattoos of stylized thorny vines around his chest, neck, and right arm

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1047227719598724393/

Notable Possessions: Other than his usual black leather attire, he carries an assortment of bladed weapons.

Did they know anyone else on the expedition? (Friends? Rivals? A lover? A family member?)
What kind of person were they before the crash? He was a respected investigator, but he also has a criminal history that he hasn’t been caught for.
Is there anyone waiting for them back home?

Free Space: What Else Should We Know?

He has another personality, named Richter. He doesn’t know that they can directly affect how he acts, and they usually manifest as a hallucination that talks to him.

Resonant: The Deathless

All right. The main idea for my character is this:

Name: Felix Tallspine

Nickname or Title: N/A

Race: Changeling

Appearance:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1047227719598724393/

HT, 6’ 2”
WT, around 170 lbs
AGE, looks around 24-26
Gender, Male
Hair, White
Eyes, Blue with Black sclera
Tattoos: Stylized thorny vines around his chest, neck, and right arm

Attire: Check Photos (I can’t figure them out)

Will add more

Resonant: The Deathless

I like the more biological side. Maybe it’s what started the “uncanny valley” effect in people?

At first, changelings looked like uncanny versions of normal humanoids, but became better at it.

Resonant: The Deathless

All right! The main idea I had for my character would be a shapeshifter (sort of like a changeling from Dungeons and Dragons) who has multiple personalities, mainly one other besides his own.