Feyd dodged the first shadow, but the second caught him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him, dispelling the orb he had and sending him crashing to the pavement again. He wheezed as he struggled to right himself as pretty boy kept walking towards the redhead.
'Why don't you just run, you goddamn idiot?' he asked himself 'He even said he wasn't talking to you.'
'Oh, yeah, it's because she's hot.' another side of his brain replied.
He flicked his lighter on again, pulled out another long tendril of flame and shot it at the back of pretty boy's head.
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The shadows wrapped around Feyd and entangled his legs, but he was able to roll to his side while he fell, so he was facing his opponent. He heard the challenge, and running could only solve so much. He stood up and pulled his shirt off, revealing more scars and burns than smooth skin, with muscle rippling beneath. He flicked his lighter on and pulled out an orb, and stretched his hands to make it grow until it was the size of a basketball.
“Come on, pretty boy.”
“Come on, pretty boy.”
Bonzo stood off by himself, watching the two square off. He would have appreciated a good fight. He probably would have joined in, if for no other reason then to work off some frustration. Being drugged and kidnapped wasn't the best way to start off the day, but he guessed everyone in that room had being drugged and kidnapped in common, so it would be a good conversation starter. The tension in the room seemed to be mellowing out, but he could still hope. He took a step towards the others, intending to start talking to someone. Better late than never, he figured.
Feyd saw the shadows gathering in the person's hands, but was a fraction of a second quicker, snapping on his lighter and pulling the flame into another whip. He cracked the person in the face once to stagger him, and then reached out to his opponent, grabbing a handful of his t shirt with one hand and tucked his other hand under his armpit. With one swift heave, the person was above Feyd's head and he left go. The other person slammed against the pavement and Feyd kicked him in the gut for good measure.
“RUN!” he shouted to the redhead, hoping over the crumpled heap of antagonist and taking off without really bothering to turn and see if she had listened or not.
“RUN!” he shouted to the redhead, hoping over the crumpled heap of antagonist and taking off without really bothering to turn and see if she had listened or not.
*Name: James Bonham
Nickname: Bonzo
*Age: 18
Birthday: April 20
*Origin: Nexus Viper colony
Element (Origin): Viper
*Photo:
Height: 6' 2”
Body Build: very muscular
Marking:
*Background: His upbringing wasn't anything special, facing the same trials that everyone else who was raised during wartime faced. His parents were as encouraging as they could be, and did their best to make sure that he never went without. He found his escape from the daily toil of living in a war zone through hand to hand combat instruction from his father, becoming very proficient at it
*Personality: Laid back, and confident. Incredibly hard working and dedicated to training. Friendly to everyone he meets, but doesn't really have an interest in making very many friends.
*Elements: Viper and Lucen
Nickname: Bonzo
*Age: 18
Birthday: April 20
*Origin: Nexus Viper colony
Element (Origin): Viper
*Photo:
Height: 6' 2”
Body Build: very muscular
Marking:
*Background: His upbringing wasn't anything special, facing the same trials that everyone else who was raised during wartime faced. His parents were as encouraging as they could be, and did their best to make sure that he never went without. He found his escape from the daily toil of living in a war zone through hand to hand combat instruction from his father, becoming very proficient at it
*Personality: Laid back, and confident. Incredibly hard working and dedicated to training. Friendly to everyone he meets, but doesn't really have an interest in making very many friends.
*Elements: Viper and Lucen
Whatever conversation was happening behind him wasn't good. He had been content to stay the hell out of it, not seeing what any of it had to do with him, but it had taken an interesting turn. Feyd figured he should probably do something, and he had an idea what “abilities” this Jamie person was referring to, whether the red head knew or not.
“Pardon the interruption,” he said, spinning to face the two people talking near the door, “but--”
And he flicked his Zippo open, snapped the flint and pulled the flame it was producing from the lighter and into his free hand. He let go of the Zippo and it dangled from the chain he kept looped around his belt buckle and stretched the ball into a long tendril, which he swung like a whip and cracked the man across the face with and as his hand traveled past his body, he pulled it back into an orb which he slung straight into the man's chest, sending him back out the door.
“We should really go,” Feyd said to the girl as he stood and stepped towards her, and she stepped back and hesitated.
“Yo, you can either stay here for more of his friends to show up to kidnap you, or you can follow me, and maybe we can get the hell out of here before the Legion of Doom shows up, or whoever the Hell homeboy in the street works for. Your call. But he probably isn't dead, so you should make up your mind pretty snappishly. I'm Feyd, by the way.”
He didn't offer a handshake because there wasn't time for formalities, and she probably wouldn't have shook his hand anyway.
“Pardon the interruption,” he said, spinning to face the two people talking near the door, “but--”
And he flicked his Zippo open, snapped the flint and pulled the flame it was producing from the lighter and into his free hand. He let go of the Zippo and it dangled from the chain he kept looped around his belt buckle and stretched the ball into a long tendril, which he swung like a whip and cracked the man across the face with and as his hand traveled past his body, he pulled it back into an orb which he slung straight into the man's chest, sending him back out the door.
“We should really go,” Feyd said to the girl as he stood and stepped towards her, and she stepped back and hesitated.
“Yo, you can either stay here for more of his friends to show up to kidnap you, or you can follow me, and maybe we can get the hell out of here before the Legion of Doom shows up, or whoever the Hell homeboy in the street works for. Your call. But he probably isn't dead, so you should make up your mind pretty snappishly. I'm Feyd, by the way.”
He didn't offer a handshake because there wasn't time for formalities, and she probably wouldn't have shook his hand anyway.
Name: Thufir
Age: Appears to be in his late 20s, but forgets when he was actually born.
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, muscular Middle Eastern man with a full beard and long dreadlocks. Wears button up dress shirts and khaki slacks with leather shoes.
Bio: Doesn't remember exactly when he was born, but claims his earliest memory is battling the Spartans at Thermopylae. He doesn't have a home, preferring to live as a nomad, slipping away to devise a new identity for himself when he felt that people may become suspicious of his perpetual youth.
Power 1: Can absorb a portion of any energy that is directed towards him and store it like a battery
Power 2: Shoots lazers from his hands using the stored energy
Power 3: Ability to instantly teleport a short distance causing a release of stored up energy when he reappears which causes an explosion of varying size, depending on how much energy he absorbed and how far he teleported.
Power 4: Ability to read minds
Power 5: Can harden his skin into an armor-like surface, which impedes his movement greatly but amplifies his ability to channel stored energy
Strength: 8
Speed: 2
Personality: Calm and gentle outside of combat, ruthless and efficient when battling other Ascended. Views himself as a protector of the younger Ascended, and is happy to share his knowledge when asked.
Age: Appears to be in his late 20s, but forgets when he was actually born.
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, muscular Middle Eastern man with a full beard and long dreadlocks. Wears button up dress shirts and khaki slacks with leather shoes.
Bio: Doesn't remember exactly when he was born, but claims his earliest memory is battling the Spartans at Thermopylae. He doesn't have a home, preferring to live as a nomad, slipping away to devise a new identity for himself when he felt that people may become suspicious of his perpetual youth.
Power 1: Can absorb a portion of any energy that is directed towards him and store it like a battery
Power 2: Shoots lazers from his hands using the stored energy
Power 3: Ability to instantly teleport a short distance causing a release of stored up energy when he reappears which causes an explosion of varying size, depending on how much energy he absorbed and how far he teleported.
Power 4: Ability to read minds
Power 5: Can harden his skin into an armor-like surface, which impedes his movement greatly but amplifies his ability to channel stored energy
Strength: 8
Speed: 2
Personality: Calm and gentle outside of combat, ruthless and efficient when battling other Ascended. Views himself as a protector of the younger Ascended, and is happy to share his knowledge when asked.
I forgot about this, but am working on a character right meow.
Wow. You guys have been *busy*. I guess I should finangle a way to get Feyd into the fray.
The train screeched to a halt as Hogwarts loomed in the distance. He quickly changed in the train compartment because growing up with six brothers smothered any sense of modesty in the crib. He grabbed his trunk down from the luggage rack, hoped that Pluto wouldn't get stuck on the train as it went back to London, and began forcing his way through the throng of witches and wizards making their way off of the train. He saw the Gryffindor beaters stepping out of a compartment, so he made sure to edge just a bit closer to the wall so he would have a chance to “accidentally” step on one of their feet. He knew he would be able to take out the majority of his frustration when Gryffindor and Slytherin played, but he couldn't resist this chance at a little malice.
As Weasley stepped out, Lonan stretched his foot just a bit further forward than was needed and the edge of his foot landed right on Weasley's foot. He fake apologized, which was another of the myriad skills one was forced to acquire with so many brothers, and saw the rest of the Slytherin team stepping towards the entrance. He had a busy night ahead of him. He had too much food to eat, prefects to bribe out of the common room, some smuggled liquor to pick up, some smuggled liquor to drink, and hopefully his night cap would be luring Zelda back to his bed with him. Some people might think that sleeping with someone on the team could interfere with the chemistry should something unforeseen happen, but Lonan wasn't concerned. They had flirted their entire fourth year and fooled around when they were both too drunk and had almost won the Quidditch Cup last year, so sleeping with her could only be a good thing.
The O.W.L.S that he would have to take were a tertiary concern at that point. There was a Quidditch Cup to win.
As Weasley stepped out, Lonan stretched his foot just a bit further forward than was needed and the edge of his foot landed right on Weasley's foot. He fake apologized, which was another of the myriad skills one was forced to acquire with so many brothers, and saw the rest of the Slytherin team stepping towards the entrance. He had a busy night ahead of him. He had too much food to eat, prefects to bribe out of the common room, some smuggled liquor to pick up, some smuggled liquor to drink, and hopefully his night cap would be luring Zelda back to his bed with him. Some people might think that sleeping with someone on the team could interfere with the chemistry should something unforeseen happen, but Lonan wasn't concerned. They had flirted their entire fourth year and fooled around when they were both too drunk and had almost won the Quidditch Cup last year, so sleeping with her could only be a good thing.
The O.W.L.S that he would have to take were a tertiary concern at that point. There was a Quidditch Cup to win.
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