Regardless, I can make a character after midnight. If you absolutely need it before then, I can probably make it happen, but it won't be fun.
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Name: Dominic Harris
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
He is about six foot four inches tall
Ethnic: American Caucasian
Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it.
Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;
Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best.
Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best.
Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.
Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
He is about six foot four inches tall
Ethnic: American Caucasian
Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it.
Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;
Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best.
Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best.
Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.
Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.
Name: Dominic Harris
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
He is about six foot four inches tall
Ethnic: American Caucasian
Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it.
Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;
Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best.
Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best.
Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.
Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
He is about six foot four inches tall
Ethnic: American Caucasian
Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it.
Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;
Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best.
Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best.
Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.
Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.
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Name: Dominic Harris
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
He is about six foot four inches tall
Ethnic: American Caucasian
Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it.
Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;
Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best.
Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best.
Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.
Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
He is about six foot four inches tall
Ethnic: American Caucasian
Personality: Dominics personality is a bit of a mixing pot of stuff. Take three parts headstrong with a dash of stubborn, mix it in with a large tablespoon of self motivated and spread evenly over a sheet of short temper. Bake the ingredients in an oven of fighter's spirit until it gets tired of waiting around and busts out on its own. The finished product will be Dominic, a young man who only whats to do what he can while he has the ability to do it.
Background/History: There isn't much said by Dominic about his past, as he doesn't necessarily find a reason to bring it up. If anyone was lucky enough to earn his trust however, they would learn just how humble his beginnings were;
Dominic was born into a poor household where his parents had to work double sometimes even triple shifts just to try and make the mortgage. Dominic did everything he could to help, but his parents told him that they would rather see him make it through school than work a job. His below second class home didn't make his social life any easier, people seeing him as no fun since he couldn't ever really go out anywhere. This meant he would spend a majority of his time after school wandering around his small town, trying to find something to do to keep his young mind occupied. One day as he was walking, a group of about four or five boys from his school followed him, yelling jeers at him and berating him for being a "no class citizen". He tried running from them, and they gave chase, cornering him in the local junkyard where they proceeded to mug him, calling him no good trash and that this dump was his real home. They left him bleeding and crying, curled up as it began to rain, cursing himself for not being strong enough to fight them. Whether it was fate or sheer dumb luck, a gem within the garbage caught his eye, an old training bag that was in surprisingly good condition. That afternoon he carried that bag all the way to his home, where his dad helped him find a place to hang it up. From the day he landed his first hit on that bag, Dominic swore to himself he would no longer let himself be seen as weak, that just because he came from humble beginnings, he could come out on top of any challenge thrown at him. Upon his arrival to Aurora, he set out to make his new beginning, his best.
Goal/Desires: To truly feel he has shown the world that it doesn't matter where you came from to be the best.
Powers: Power over the element Earth: The only thing as stubborn and hard to move as Dominic would have to be a boulder. He can utilize the earth to aid in his physical abilities, helping him greatly in a fight. His affinity with the element only improves every time he trains. His power lies in his will and emotions, the stronger he feels, the stronger he becomes. But with power comes the know how to control it. As of now, he does not know the full extent of his power, or if earth is even the only element he can control. The most he can do at the moment is raising stones to attack or defend, and form stone gauntlets over his arms to aid in fights.
Enhanced strength and durability: His will aids in more than just his elemental abilities, as he also possesses near superhuman strength, capable of lifting up to the weight of a small car (roughly a ton give or take). On top of that, he physical body is better suited to the physical punishment of fighting, though he must be careful as he can still suffer broken bones and many other injuries, he isnt indestructible.
Equipment/Inventory: A hunting knife given to him by his dad, the clothes on his back, and his favorite pair of training gloves.
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as soon as i make it
as soon as i make it
The rent? Oh no... Marcus groaned and walked to his kitchen, opening one of the cabinets and pulling down an old coffee tin. Upon opening it, he began pulling out a small roll of cash. Counting it out, he gave a small sigh, just enough to cover it. But it doesnt cover his other bills as well. But if what this... Autumn said was true, then he had a couple extra weeks to get some more money.
He looked back at her as she explained that she was at his service until he was either happy or this harvest moon came in three months and he began to think. He thought back to the time that he spoke with his mother on the phone...
When on earth are you going to get yourself a girlfriend Marcus? his mother asked, I dont know, how about when I can get myself financially stable enough to have a relationship? he responded to her. Son, I am at such a point that if you can at least get yourself a girlfriend, I will happily help you out money wise. I am serious! I'd like to see some grandkids before I become old and senile!
"Hmmm... I think there might be a way you can help me" Marcus said to the Kitsune girl, "You see... Ive been... really low on money... not proud of it... but if I show my mom that I have a significant other... well then they would help me out until I can land myself a job.... so Autumn... as crazy as this sounds... I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend..."
He looked back at her as she explained that she was at his service until he was either happy or this harvest moon came in three months and he began to think. He thought back to the time that he spoke with his mother on the phone...
When on earth are you going to get yourself a girlfriend Marcus? his mother asked, I dont know, how about when I can get myself financially stable enough to have a relationship? he responded to her. Son, I am at such a point that if you can at least get yourself a girlfriend, I will happily help you out money wise. I am serious! I'd like to see some grandkids before I become old and senile!
"Hmmm... I think there might be a way you can help me" Marcus said to the Kitsune girl, "You see... Ive been... really low on money... not proud of it... but if I show my mom that I have a significant other... well then they would help me out until I can land myself a job.... so Autumn... as crazy as this sounds... I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend..."
Marcus groaned and opened his eyes to find that he was back in his apartment, and aside from a weird pain on the back of his head he didnt feel that bad. He looked around for a bit, thinking it had all been a weird dream. With a shake of his head he got up and decided to see if he had any food, only to stop in his tracks once more as he saw the fox girl once again, hugging her little... pet.
"Y-y-you're... youre r-r-real?!" he stammered out in shocked surprise, taking a couple steps back. He felt like he was going to faint again, so he leaned himself against his table and took a couple deep breaths to steady his racing heart. After he composed himself to a more acceptable heart rate, he looked back at the girl, taking in her features. The tail... the large fox ears... yet she was rather cute.
"Okay... I am pretty sure I am not dreaming... who are you exactly? And... how did you find my house?"
"Y-y-you're... youre r-r-real?!" he stammered out in shocked surprise, taking a couple steps back. He felt like he was going to faint again, so he leaned himself against his table and took a couple deep breaths to steady his racing heart. After he composed himself to a more acceptable heart rate, he looked back at the girl, taking in her features. The tail... the large fox ears... yet she was rather cute.
"Okay... I am pretty sure I am not dreaming... who are you exactly? And... how did you find my house?"
Just as Marcus had set down the sandwich, the wind picked up for no apparent reason. As it did, he noticed a small fox coming to sniff the offering, he thought it was strange and took a few tentative steps back as the wind picked up even more. Leaved began swirling around and before his very eyes, a young girl seemed to be materializing, coming more and more into view until suddenly she was standing right there in front of him.
Much to his amazement, she began speaking to him, picking up the small fox that was holding his 'offering'. He was speechless as she began to speak about finally being free, confused as to what she was talking about. He thought that perhaps he was just dreaming, and that soon he will wake up in his apartment. I mean, how many girls have fox ears on their heads in the real world, right?
She then introduced herself to him as Autumn, and went on to talking about how he had released her and was now at his service. Before he could even speak however, the shock of everything finally caught up to him, and without warning, he fell back with a thud, knocked out cold.
Much to his amazement, she began speaking to him, picking up the small fox that was holding his 'offering'. He was speechless as she began to speak about finally being free, confused as to what she was talking about. He thought that perhaps he was just dreaming, and that soon he will wake up in his apartment. I mean, how many girls have fox ears on their heads in the real world, right?
She then introduced herself to him as Autumn, and went on to talking about how he had released her and was now at his service. Before he could even speak however, the shock of everything finally caught up to him, and without warning, he fell back with a thud, knocked out cold.
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