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Am definitely interested in this, will try to get a CS up soonish
Charlie awoke suddenly to the sound of screaming, as he jerked to a sitting position from the couch that he slept on, keeping vigil over the pack, maintaining an alert yet resting state, his eyes blazed with protective fury. Charlie leapt to the floor, breathing heavily, shifting as he did, his instincts taking over before his rational thought, he sniffed the air, no disturbance there, but scent was easily masked, he eyed the room, still nothing suspicious, then he heard the screams again, his head turned as he focused on the door from which the sounds had been coming, and a mixture of annoyance and concern crossed the protector's face as he shifted back into his human form, it was only Kiara. These awakenings had become more and more common in the recent past, screaming as she slept, Charlie didn't know what was causing them, or why, except that Kiara had said that they were "warnings of things to come" and that worried him, but it also made him hesitant to wake her. Charlie straightened himself and relaxed slightly, looking at the clock, 06:27, 'bout time to wake up anyway, so he shut off his alarm, put on a shirt and got to work.
As Charlie made his way to the adjoining kitchen, he thought about the sound that had woken him. As he opened the medicine cabinet, his hands shaking, he pondered Kiara's dire explanation of her screaming, that these terrible dreams of hers were more than the simple nightmare, that they were warnings of the future. As he took a shaky handful of pills, and downed them with water, he wondered if it were true, after all the girl had certainly been through things, things that haunted a body, seen things that one could never unsee, and he knew how that went, no one would blame her if she had cracked, least of all him. "On the flip side" he thought to himself as he felt himself steady and began preparing for the morning ritual, the girl definitely had a stronger connection to the more mystical aspects of their being than did the retired-marine, so perhaps there was some truth to what she said. Charlie turned the burners on as he absentmindedly cracked several eggs into a bowl, and stirred in milk, after a minute or two, Charlie bit his lip in frustration, flipping, stirring and seasoning the eggs to perfection as he did so. It was as much killing him to hear her, night after night, screaming in her sleep, as it was to wake up in a state on full alert, ready to help in anyway, and yet be completely powerless to do so. Charlie took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, as he absentmindedly threw some bacon into a pan, scooping the eggs onto a plate and placing it out of his way. So he started on the next batch of food for the pack's morning meal, sausage. As he worked, the smell of well-cooked meats floated about the small townhouse in the early morning sunlight.
As Charlie made his way to the adjoining kitchen, he thought about the sound that had woken him. As he opened the medicine cabinet, his hands shaking, he pondered Kiara's dire explanation of her screaming, that these terrible dreams of hers were more than the simple nightmare, that they were warnings of the future. As he took a shaky handful of pills, and downed them with water, he wondered if it were true, after all the girl had certainly been through things, things that haunted a body, seen things that one could never unsee, and he knew how that went, no one would blame her if she had cracked, least of all him. "On the flip side" he thought to himself as he felt himself steady and began preparing for the morning ritual, the girl definitely had a stronger connection to the more mystical aspects of their being than did the retired-marine, so perhaps there was some truth to what she said. Charlie turned the burners on as he absentmindedly cracked several eggs into a bowl, and stirred in milk, after a minute or two, Charlie bit his lip in frustration, flipping, stirring and seasoning the eggs to perfection as he did so. It was as much killing him to hear her, night after night, screaming in her sleep, as it was to wake up in a state on full alert, ready to help in anyway, and yet be completely powerless to do so. Charlie took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, as he absentmindedly threw some bacon into a pan, scooping the eggs onto a plate and placing it out of his way. So he started on the next batch of food for the pack's morning meal, sausage. As he worked, the smell of well-cooked meats floated about the small townhouse in the early morning sunlight.
and so it began....
I'm not sure if you're still accepting, but this looked cool, so I made a Protector, hope yall like it
Name: Charles "Charlie" Michaelson
Age: 33
Position: Protector
Job: Retired Marine, occasionally takes odd jobs: bartending, security work, etc.
Appearance:
Personality: First and foremost Charlie is and always has been a soldier, and that means loyalty above and in all things. Generally speaking Charlie is a fun-loving guy who just wants to have a good time, or enjoy his drink in peace. For some reason however, trouble keeps seeming to find him and his friends, family, and bartenders, maybe he's bad luck, maybe it's Fate. But, while generally easy with the laughs and fairly slow to anger, once his anger has come out, there is little stopping the retired marine. And while not the biggest, though by no means little, nor the most intimidating, though by no means unimpressive, there is an air about Charlie, a certain, something that makes even the most fist-happy drunk, or ornery kid trying to make a name for himself, think twice before messing with him. Should one enter into his confidence and to hear of his stories, to share his scars, and to look deep into his sunken blue eyes, one would see, perhaps to one's surprise, perhaps not, that behind the layers of laughter and sadness lies the soul of a warrior of ages past: of ferocity, self-sacrifice, passion, steel, justice, and above all, discipline.
Goal in Life: To protect his Alpha and Pack from all harm, no matter the cause or sacrifice
Other: Is covered in scars, burns, and wounds in both wolf and human form, and in human form has several tattooes, the most prominent of which is a wolf's head that above it reads "Semper Fidelis, Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum" but when asked he generally replies "Scars' is just tatooes with better stories, and I gots plenty of both"
Name: Charles "Charlie" Michaelson
Age: 33
Position: Protector
Job: Retired Marine, occasionally takes odd jobs: bartending, security work, etc.
Appearance:
Personality: First and foremost Charlie is and always has been a soldier, and that means loyalty above and in all things. Generally speaking Charlie is a fun-loving guy who just wants to have a good time, or enjoy his drink in peace. For some reason however, trouble keeps seeming to find him and his friends, family, and bartenders, maybe he's bad luck, maybe it's Fate. But, while generally easy with the laughs and fairly slow to anger, once his anger has come out, there is little stopping the retired marine. And while not the biggest, though by no means little, nor the most intimidating, though by no means unimpressive, there is an air about Charlie, a certain, something that makes even the most fist-happy drunk, or ornery kid trying to make a name for himself, think twice before messing with him. Should one enter into his confidence and to hear of his stories, to share his scars, and to look deep into his sunken blue eyes, one would see, perhaps to one's surprise, perhaps not, that behind the layers of laughter and sadness lies the soul of a warrior of ages past: of ferocity, self-sacrifice, passion, steel, justice, and above all, discipline.
Goal in Life: To protect his Alpha and Pack from all harm, no matter the cause or sacrifice
Other: Is covered in scars, burns, and wounds in both wolf and human form, and in human form has several tattooes, the most prominent of which is a wolf's head that above it reads "Semper Fidelis, Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum" but when asked he generally replies "Scars' is just tatooes with better stories, and I gots plenty of both"
Whoa, Speed BUMPing, whodda thunk it?
you should put that on a BUMPer sticker
Lemons said
Kinetic ability: Halokinesis (He can control salt)
Control of salt= Would make a great cook, everything would be perfectly salted
This seems AWESOME, I'd totally be in, OH THE POSSIBILITIES!!!
Name: Johnathan
Last name: Sparrow
Nicknames (if any): Sparrow, Jaybird, Johnny
Age (15-40): 23
Kinetic ability: Mediumly Developed Audiokinesis (manipulation of sound and sound waves)
Personality: Johnny loves seeing people enjoying themselves, whether he's being the center of attention, or just sitting around with people smiling. Despite his being easy with and enjoying smiles, he has a temper that can be, in a word, explosive. And in fact this is how he discovered his powers, about 5 years ago he and a close friend got into a fight and he temporarily, almost fully, deafened his friend with the pure force of his voice, since then he has focused and trained and disciplined himself to keep himself in check, although having this particular ability doesn't hurt his job performance.
Profession: DJ
Any spouse/roommates/children: Nope.....or not yet anyway, though has had a string of girlfriends in the past, none of which ended well.
Other interesting information: enjoys pretty much all kinds of music
Name: Johnathan
Last name: Sparrow
Nicknames (if any): Sparrow, Jaybird, Johnny
Age (15-40): 23
Kinetic ability: Mediumly Developed Audiokinesis (manipulation of sound and sound waves)
Personality: Johnny loves seeing people enjoying themselves, whether he's being the center of attention, or just sitting around with people smiling. Despite his being easy with and enjoying smiles, he has a temper that can be, in a word, explosive. And in fact this is how he discovered his powers, about 5 years ago he and a close friend got into a fight and he temporarily, almost fully, deafened his friend with the pure force of his voice, since then he has focused and trained and disciplined himself to keep himself in check, although having this particular ability doesn't hurt his job performance.
Profession: DJ
Any spouse/roommates/children: Nope.....or not yet anyway, though has had a string of girlfriends in the past, none of which ended well.
Other interesting information: enjoys pretty much all kinds of music
LesleyDrakken said
Battleshovel's character is accepted. =) I want to mention though:So a love for women isn't very likely.
Fair enough. also YAY!!!
Saarebas said
Eh it was worth a shot. Any who mind if I try to write something else up?
tis far better to beg forgiveness than ask permission my friend, go for it
Sorry it took so long to post up guys, life's been crazy
Name: Drake Bacardo
Gender: Male
Age (Up to 100): 34
Personality: As a man of wealth who knows how to spend it well, Drake loves nothing more than a good time, whatever that may entail; a party, a fight, a drink, a smoke, a flight to paris for the weekend, a contest involving any of those aforementioned, but this does not mean that he is lackluster or only focuses on the pleasureable parts of life, frequent though they may be. No, while on the outside he is quick with a smile and slow to anger Drake's mind is constantly working, scanning, observing, deducting, theorizing, planning, sometimes even manipulating, in short: constantly at work filing details away for later, should they ever be needed, he especially does this while around humans, whom it is not uncommon for him to be around. Which is not to say that inside or outside Drake is a cold individual, on the contrary, he is actually quite warm and can be protective of his friends, of which he has many (being wealthy generally doesn't hurt that). Drake simply maintains a healthy caution around humans in particular, as they have made it very clear to him and his ancestors what should happen to his race, and many of the other mythical races as well should humans ever find out what really goes on behind the curtain. But something is coming, Drake can feel it in his tail, something that'll change everything, and it worries him, mostly because he doens't know if he can do anything about it.
Breath Power: Fire
Other Abilities: Dragonscale being among the hardiest material known to man, only something made with the specific purpose to kill a dragon can do so, otherwise bullets, blades, tank missiles, nuclear strikes, unless they are specifically dragonslaying weaponry, none of it will do anything. In addition Drake also possesses a large amount of knowledge about a myriad of things, this is due in large part to the fact that the Bacardo dragons figured out a way to pass their conciousness down to the next dragon to be born in the family, so, stored like a great library, the knowledge and wisdom of three past dragon's lives inside Drake's head. Lastly, Drake has, even in human form, enhanced sensory perception, which comes in handy more than one might think, like being able to smell the exact race of Mystical somebody is just by a good whiff of them.
There he is, not the most creative of names, but then nobody's perfect.
Name: Drake Bacardo
Gender: Male
Age (Up to 100): 34
Personality: As a man of wealth who knows how to spend it well, Drake loves nothing more than a good time, whatever that may entail; a party, a fight, a drink, a smoke, a flight to paris for the weekend, a contest involving any of those aforementioned, but this does not mean that he is lackluster or only focuses on the pleasureable parts of life, frequent though they may be. No, while on the outside he is quick with a smile and slow to anger Drake's mind is constantly working, scanning, observing, deducting, theorizing, planning, sometimes even manipulating, in short: constantly at work filing details away for later, should they ever be needed, he especially does this while around humans, whom it is not uncommon for him to be around. Which is not to say that inside or outside Drake is a cold individual, on the contrary, he is actually quite warm and can be protective of his friends, of which he has many (being wealthy generally doesn't hurt that). Drake simply maintains a healthy caution around humans in particular, as they have made it very clear to him and his ancestors what should happen to his race, and many of the other mythical races as well should humans ever find out what really goes on behind the curtain. But something is coming, Drake can feel it in his tail, something that'll change everything, and it worries him, mostly because he doens't know if he can do anything about it.
Breath Power: Fire
Other Abilities: Dragonscale being among the hardiest material known to man, only something made with the specific purpose to kill a dragon can do so, otherwise bullets, blades, tank missiles, nuclear strikes, unless they are specifically dragonslaying weaponry, none of it will do anything. In addition Drake also possesses a large amount of knowledge about a myriad of things, this is due in large part to the fact that the Bacardo dragons figured out a way to pass their conciousness down to the next dragon to be born in the family, so, stored like a great library, the knowledge and wisdom of three past dragon's lives inside Drake's head. Lastly, Drake has, even in human form, enhanced sensory perception, which comes in handy more than one might think, like being able to smell the exact race of Mystical somebody is just by a good whiff of them.
There he is, not the most creative of names, but then nobody's perfect.
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