Post by Daniel Silver on Aug 10, 2014 0:34:44 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Daniel DeLuca Silver
NICKNAMES:: N/A
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 22
APPARENT AGE:: Early 20's
SPECIES/RACE:: Human Plus
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/Him/His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Asexual
FACECLAIM:: Dane Dehaan
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'7"
HAIR:: Brown
EYES:: Blue
SKIN:: White/Fair
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Missing pinkey finger on left hand.
APPEARANCE:: At a glance, one could dismiss Daniel as an average, albeit sleep-deprived, teenage boy. Weighing in at 109 pounds, he doesn't register on many people's radars. His bright blue eyes and fair skin are starkly contrasted against the massive dark bags under his eyes. His hair is never styled, and is usually hidden under the hood of a black hooded jacket. Tattered jeans, t-shirts and a pair of black All-Stars finish out his wardrobe, but again, all of this would seem the appearance of a normal teen boy.
With a closer look, things might seem off. Daniel never stays still, constantly fidgeting or moving around in some manner, and his left hand always shakes. His head tends to twitch in different directions, almost like a bird, and his eyes almost never stop bouncing around his head. The clothing he hides under his jacket is almost always stained, or faded or torn, and his shoes are caked with old, dark blood.
PERSONALITY:: Daniel is not a "people person", and neither are the voices in his head. He is a cold, calculating monster, who lives only for himself and the next day. He has no empathy for those whose life he takes, and takes no pause before he does so. His stunted emotions allow him to tune out personal feelings, making him, in his own mind, a perfect predator.
When Daniel absorbs someone's life energy, or "feeds" from them, he becomes euphoric. He may smile, if it's a good enough feast. He straightens himself out, becoming more "human" in his demeanor, and may even show signs of a high. It's rare that Daniel absorbs enough energy to feel this way.
The opposite is true, as well: if Daniel hasn't "fed" in several days, he deteriorates. His attitude changes from calm to frantic, and he becomes erratic. His body will fold in on itself, like a constant hunch, and he will mutter and stammer things aloud to himself. He becomes aggressive, impulsive, and tends to lose his focus, acting on instinct rather than pre-formed thought.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: Has affectionately named his disease and second, internal voice "Theodore".
RANK:: N/A
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Unspecified, U.S.
PROFESSION:: Unemployed/Vagrant/Murderer
PARENTS:: Giovanni Silver/Father/Dead - Jessamine Silver/Mother/Dead
SIBLINGS:: N/A
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: N/A
MARITAL STATUS:: N/A
HISTORY:: Daniel DeLuca Silver did, in no way, have an easy life. Diagnosed from a young age with a rare genetic disease, he spent much of his childhood restrained to a hospital bed, hooked up to machines and IVs. The doctors told him that the disease was eating away at his soft tissue, and would eventually reach his brain, leaving him as nothing but a vegetable. They told him that, in all likelihood, he would never live past the age of ten, and that if he did he would be like this the rest of his life, stuck between white walls and living life on his back.
Daniel defied the odds. His disease went into remission. When he got home, however, things didn't get much better. Daniel's father, Giovanni was a retired police officer, and the strain Daniel's hospital time had put on the family's income had left them nearly broke. Their family, by this time, had had to sell their old home and move into a run-down trailer. Daniel's father blamed him for the majority of their losses, and due to injury sustained during his time on the force, Daniel's mother was forced to find a second job to sustain the family. Giovanni turned to alcoholism, and would often beat his son in drunken fits of rage, shoving him into a hall closet or bathroom to try and shut his crying up. This went on for years, even through Daniel's teens, and as a result he grew up stunting his emotions, fearing for his safety every time he coughed too loudly. He had no friends, and sought none.
Two days before Daniel's eighteenth birthday, his father told him something that almost shattered him: his mother had been shot to death in a drive-by on her way home from work. He broke down and struck back at his father, and to his own surprise, punched him through the sheet metal siding of the trailer. Almost immediately, Daniel collapsed to the floor, and the disease that had been hiding for almost eight years reared it's ugly head, intent on taking Daniel with it. In his pain, Daniel heard another voice in his head: one that was not his own. Take him, it said, save yourself and end your torment. Before he knew what was happening, Daniel had thrown himself through the hole in the trailer, and had dragged his body on top of his father. Opening his mouth, he began to literally suck the life from his father, absorbing his very essence into his own body. Eventually, Daniel fell back, healed of his illness, and all that was left of his father was a dried husk of what had once been human.
He never knew he was a Plus. The realization of what had happened, and what he was, all donned on him at once. The years of abuse, though, had left Daniel with a very different perspective of the world. He had no friends he could call on, no family he could stay with, and now no true home. He knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to hide what he was from the world, to try and start again somewhere else. But the voice in his head never left him alone. I'm hungry, Daniel, it would say, and we both need to eat. Daniel quickly learned that his father's energy wasn't enough to sustain him. The disease had not been defeated, merely sated, and it hungered for more energy. Daniel had no intention of dying, so one by one, he consumed the neighboring family until they were just like his father: human jerky sticks.
Daniel moved his way across the country, devouring beings and humans for sustenance, and found that his powers were directly linked to how much he consumed from others. Moving things or people with his mind required a small output of energy from his reserves, whereas physically manipulating them required a greater output. If he used his powers too much, his illness would flare up, and he'd have to re-feed to regain normalcy. He also found that he had a natural "dowsing rod" that led him to beings like him: Pluses, Witches, Fae, Angels, whatever was in his vicinity. He learned quick, though, that he had no way to gauge the target's power. He managed to narrowly escape from the grasp of a demon on the west coast, but he took a souvenir from Daniel: his pinky finger. Daniel used his powers to heal over the wound, but it left him drained for days after.
After four years of wandering, Daniel finally made his way to the city San Francisco, where he resides now, wandering the streets and absorbing lesser Pluses for sustenance. Armed with a bag of knives and a .38 revolver, Daniel is a force you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.
OOC NAME:: The Dude, or Jordan.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 4 to 5 years, give or take.
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Silence. Nascour simply stared on in silence, straight at Maxie. Then...he starts to laugh. Loud, long laughs that echo in the dark.
"Now THAT is the Maximillian Reid I wanted to see! The ruthless cutthroat who terrorized Hoenn all those years ago, the man who destroyed whatever posed a threat, the one who's still destroying everything he wants to! Oh, Maxie, you've made me so happy this night, do you know that? You're absoultely right, too. If I didn't think you were valuable or had some leverage, you'd be dead right now. Allow me to make a point, to both you and your...friend over there, that I'm only here with the best of intentions in mind.
"
He turns to the grunt next to him, holding out his arm.
"Berkley, your weapon."
Without a moment's hesitation, the grunt hands his rifle over to Nascour, who turns it over in his hands, aiming it down at the ground.
"Standard M14 rifle, semi-automatic, chambered for fourteen five-point-five seven millimeter rounds to a clip. Mass produced during the Kanto/Unovan War as the 'tool that would win everything'. Classic, really."
Then, without another hesitation, Nascour turns the weapon on the grunt, firing a round into his head. Before the body can even hit the ground, or before the other grunts can look to see, he's fired off three more into the others, keeping the barrel trained on them until they hit the ground. The other two come up from the west end, and before they get within range, he's turned the weapon on them as well, ending them mere feet from Maxie's position. As the smoke rises above Nascour's head, he sets the rifle on the ground, then straightens his tie.
"You ask for the death of my men in exchange of you returning your dog. There you go. Oh, wait..."
He kicks the nearby body into the waves, and they crash over it, spilling blood into the water. He turns back, sick smile on his face.
"As I've shown, I'm more than capable of ending the both of you right here, right now. I, as you probably know, am not the normal businessman, and I will be treated with a degree of respect. If you try to fight against me, I will kill you. If you resist my intentions, I will kill you. If you make smart remarks, I WILL kill you. Maxie, you may not know why, but you're more important to me than I let on. Now, I will ask you one more time, please return your Pokemon to their respective PokeBalls, ask Archie to lower his toy and shut his fucking mouth, and then I'll tell you what I want from you. I don't want to make an enemy out of you, please."
He's not making you a bitch, Maxie, but you're gonna need to calm your shit before we continue this.
{ Daniel DeLuca Silver }
FULL NAME:: Daniel DeLuca Silver
NICKNAMES:: N/A
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 22
APPARENT AGE:: Early 20's
SPECIES/RACE:: Human Plus
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/Him/His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Asexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Dane Dehaan
NATIONALITY:: American
HEIGHT:: 5'7"
HAIR:: Brown
EYES:: Blue
SKIN:: White/Fair
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Missing pinkey finger on left hand.
APPEARANCE:: At a glance, one could dismiss Daniel as an average, albeit sleep-deprived, teenage boy. Weighing in at 109 pounds, he doesn't register on many people's radars. His bright blue eyes and fair skin are starkly contrasted against the massive dark bags under his eyes. His hair is never styled, and is usually hidden under the hood of a black hooded jacket. Tattered jeans, t-shirts and a pair of black All-Stars finish out his wardrobe, but again, all of this would seem the appearance of a normal teen boy.
With a closer look, things might seem off. Daniel never stays still, constantly fidgeting or moving around in some manner, and his left hand always shakes. His head tends to twitch in different directions, almost like a bird, and his eyes almost never stop bouncing around his head. The clothing he hides under his jacket is almost always stained, or faded or torn, and his shoes are caked with old, dark blood.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Daniel is not a "people person", and neither are the voices in his head. He is a cold, calculating monster, who lives only for himself and the next day. He has no empathy for those whose life he takes, and takes no pause before he does so. His stunted emotions allow him to tune out personal feelings, making him, in his own mind, a perfect predator.
When Daniel absorbs someone's life energy, or "feeds" from them, he becomes euphoric. He may smile, if it's a good enough feast. He straightens himself out, becoming more "human" in his demeanor, and may even show signs of a high. It's rare that Daniel absorbs enough energy to feel this way.
The opposite is true, as well: if Daniel hasn't "fed" in several days, he deteriorates. His attitude changes from calm to frantic, and he becomes erratic. His body will fold in on itself, like a constant hunch, and he will mutter and stammer things aloud to himself. He becomes aggressive, impulsive, and tends to lose his focus, acting on instinct rather than pre-formed thought.
LIKES::
- Solidarity
- Himself
- Insects
- Absorbing Life
- Flying
DISLIKES::
- Illness
- Humanity
- Enclosed spaces
- Complete darkness
- Basically everything
STRENGTHS::
- Calm, calculating, always thinking ahead
- Unwavering dedication
- Relentless, remorseless
- Incredible self-preservation
- Mental split causes own second opinions to form
WEAKNESSES::
- Constant need for others' life energy
- Temperamental when hungry
- Disassociative
- No empathy for others; disregard of others' life
- Will not venture into homes; has fear of closed-in spaces
SECRETS:: Has affectionately named his disease and second, internal voice "Theodore".
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: N/A
POWERS::
- Life-Energy Absorbtion
- Power Detection
- Telekinesis
- Telekinetic Regeneration
WEAKNESSES::
- Mortal; susceptible to death
- Body begins to deteriorate without the absorption of others' energy
- Telekinesis drains energy reserves; can only use powers by expending life energy
- Regeneration enhances disease to near-deadly state
- Can only detect the presence of powers in others, cannot discern how powerful they are or what the power is
- Can over-absorb, leading to a full-body shutdown for hours
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Unspecified, U.S.
PROFESSION:: Unemployed/Vagrant/Murderer
PARENTS:: Giovanni Silver/Father/Dead - Jessamine Silver/Mother/Dead
SIBLINGS:: N/A
CHILDREN:: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY:: N/A
MARITAL STATUS:: N/A
HISTORY:: Daniel DeLuca Silver did, in no way, have an easy life. Diagnosed from a young age with a rare genetic disease, he spent much of his childhood restrained to a hospital bed, hooked up to machines and IVs. The doctors told him that the disease was eating away at his soft tissue, and would eventually reach his brain, leaving him as nothing but a vegetable. They told him that, in all likelihood, he would never live past the age of ten, and that if he did he would be like this the rest of his life, stuck between white walls and living life on his back.
Daniel defied the odds. His disease went into remission. When he got home, however, things didn't get much better. Daniel's father, Giovanni was a retired police officer, and the strain Daniel's hospital time had put on the family's income had left them nearly broke. Their family, by this time, had had to sell their old home and move into a run-down trailer. Daniel's father blamed him for the majority of their losses, and due to injury sustained during his time on the force, Daniel's mother was forced to find a second job to sustain the family. Giovanni turned to alcoholism, and would often beat his son in drunken fits of rage, shoving him into a hall closet or bathroom to try and shut his crying up. This went on for years, even through Daniel's teens, and as a result he grew up stunting his emotions, fearing for his safety every time he coughed too loudly. He had no friends, and sought none.
Two days before Daniel's eighteenth birthday, his father told him something that almost shattered him: his mother had been shot to death in a drive-by on her way home from work. He broke down and struck back at his father, and to his own surprise, punched him through the sheet metal siding of the trailer. Almost immediately, Daniel collapsed to the floor, and the disease that had been hiding for almost eight years reared it's ugly head, intent on taking Daniel with it. In his pain, Daniel heard another voice in his head: one that was not his own. Take him, it said, save yourself and end your torment. Before he knew what was happening, Daniel had thrown himself through the hole in the trailer, and had dragged his body on top of his father. Opening his mouth, he began to literally suck the life from his father, absorbing his very essence into his own body. Eventually, Daniel fell back, healed of his illness, and all that was left of his father was a dried husk of what had once been human.
He never knew he was a Plus. The realization of what had happened, and what he was, all donned on him at once. The years of abuse, though, had left Daniel with a very different perspective of the world. He had no friends he could call on, no family he could stay with, and now no true home. He knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to hide what he was from the world, to try and start again somewhere else. But the voice in his head never left him alone. I'm hungry, Daniel, it would say, and we both need to eat. Daniel quickly learned that his father's energy wasn't enough to sustain him. The disease had not been defeated, merely sated, and it hungered for more energy. Daniel had no intention of dying, so one by one, he consumed the neighboring family until they were just like his father: human jerky sticks.
Daniel moved his way across the country, devouring beings and humans for sustenance, and found that his powers were directly linked to how much he consumed from others. Moving things or people with his mind required a small output of energy from his reserves, whereas physically manipulating them required a greater output. If he used his powers too much, his illness would flare up, and he'd have to re-feed to regain normalcy. He also found that he had a natural "dowsing rod" that led him to beings like him: Pluses, Witches, Fae, Angels, whatever was in his vicinity. He learned quick, though, that he had no way to gauge the target's power. He managed to narrowly escape from the grasp of a demon on the west coast, but he took a souvenir from Daniel: his pinky finger. Daniel used his powers to heal over the wound, but it left him drained for days after.
After four years of wandering, Daniel finally made his way to the city San Francisco, where he resides now, wandering the streets and absorbing lesser Pluses for sustenance. Armed with a bag of knives and a .38 revolver, Daniel is a force you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: The Dude, or Jordan.
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 4 to 5 years, give or take.
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Silence. Nascour simply stared on in silence, straight at Maxie. Then...he starts to laugh. Loud, long laughs that echo in the dark.
"Now THAT is the Maximillian Reid I wanted to see! The ruthless cutthroat who terrorized Hoenn all those years ago, the man who destroyed whatever posed a threat, the one who's still destroying everything he wants to! Oh, Maxie, you've made me so happy this night, do you know that? You're absoultely right, too. If I didn't think you were valuable or had some leverage, you'd be dead right now. Allow me to make a point, to both you and your...friend over there, that I'm only here with the best of intentions in mind.
"
He turns to the grunt next to him, holding out his arm.
"Berkley, your weapon."
Without a moment's hesitation, the grunt hands his rifle over to Nascour, who turns it over in his hands, aiming it down at the ground.
"Standard M14 rifle, semi-automatic, chambered for fourteen five-point-five seven millimeter rounds to a clip. Mass produced during the Kanto/Unovan War as the 'tool that would win everything'. Classic, really."
Then, without another hesitation, Nascour turns the weapon on the grunt, firing a round into his head. Before the body can even hit the ground, or before the other grunts can look to see, he's fired off three more into the others, keeping the barrel trained on them until they hit the ground. The other two come up from the west end, and before they get within range, he's turned the weapon on them as well, ending them mere feet from Maxie's position. As the smoke rises above Nascour's head, he sets the rifle on the ground, then straightens his tie.
"You ask for the death of my men in exchange of you returning your dog. There you go. Oh, wait..."
He kicks the nearby body into the waves, and they crash over it, spilling blood into the water. He turns back, sick smile on his face.
"As I've shown, I'm more than capable of ending the both of you right here, right now. I, as you probably know, am not the normal businessman, and I will be treated with a degree of respect. If you try to fight against me, I will kill you. If you resist my intentions, I will kill you. If you make smart remarks, I WILL kill you. Maxie, you may not know why, but you're more important to me than I let on. Now, I will ask you one more time, please return your Pokemon to their respective PokeBalls, ask Archie to lower his toy and shut his fucking mouth, and then I'll tell you what I want from you. I don't want to make an enemy out of you, please."
He's not making you a bitch, Maxie, but you're gonna need to calm your shit before we continue this.
