Post by Dylan Brady on Aug 10, 2007 17:57:39 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Dylan Andrew Brady
Nicknames: Dill
Codename: Panik
Age: 25
DoB: 8/14/1982
Origins: Daytona, Florida
Orientation: Pansexual. He doesn't distinquish between male and female, as long as he gets pleasure from the experience.
Blood Type: O-
Hair: brown
Eyes: black with yellow irises
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170
Physical Affects of Mutation?: eyes
Personality: Sociopathic. Dylan is a sociopath, unable to sympathize with people. He gets a sort of sick high from causing people anguish using his powers. He's not an extrovert, but isn't introverted either. He does get uncomfortable when he's around a lot of people he doesn't know. Dylan also has a problem with authority. He doesn't mind a few orders, but is easily angered when a person exerts a lot of authority over him.
Appearance: Dylan is extremely good looking.
Clothing Style: Casual
::Battle Uniform::
Color: black
Style: durable and form-fitting clothes made to protect his skin.
Patterns/Markings: A dark blue P across the chest
Boots and/or Gloves?: Cape!
Relations: None known. Dylan was in foster care his whole life, never actually getting a family.
Weaknesses: Dylan is extremely susceptible to psionic attacks.
Powers: Dylan has the power to read a person's fear, then make them see an illusion of it occurring, though the illusion is projected into the person's head and only they can see it.
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Skills: Dylan is an extremely skilled writer. Horror stories is his specialty, though he never publishes. He keeps a collection of his writings in a series of notebooks.
Interests: Dylan is interested in reading and writing, since his interpersonal skills are somewhat lacking, he's able to center himself best when he's doing either of these activities.
Bio/History: Abandoned at birh, Dylan was raised in foster care in southern Florida. He never played with other children and upon discovering his powers, was shipped from one home to another due to the fact he'd use them unmercifully. He began to like the reaction people got from experiencing their fears.
He began journaling his discoveries, keeping details of peoples' fears and writing stories about them.
One day, when he was 16, he was suspended from school for being involved in a fight. His foster parents punished him for it, and in return, Dylan used his powers on them, torturing them with fear until they drove them to commit suicide. He began running, traveling up the eastern seaboard. In his travels, he was able to pick up information on the Mutant/Human struggle and decided he'd rather fight against the humans. This was fortunate that he heard about The Brotherhood of Mutants and what they did. He was quite interested in joining.
**Example Post: Walking into the bar, Dylan pulled the hood off his head, the snow on his shoulders began melting leaving a cold, wet marks. He went to a far corner, sitting in the dark, observing the other patrons. CNN was playing on the nearest monitor and he could barely make out what was being said, but the pictures helped. The Brotherhood was at it again. Dylan couldn't wait until he could join the group, helping to obtain superiority over these bottom-feeding humans. A waitress walked by, "You want a drink?" she asked, her contempt for her job rang through each of the four syllables.
"No." was his simple reply. He pulled out his steno pad and began jotting down notes on the atomsphere of the bar, how the smoke wafted through the air, its intoxicating smell choking out the alcohol scent.
Full Name: Dylan Andrew Brady
Nicknames: Dill
Codename: Panik
Age: 25
DoB: 8/14/1982
Origins: Daytona, Florida
Orientation: Pansexual. He doesn't distinquish between male and female, as long as he gets pleasure from the experience.
Blood Type: O-
Hair: brown
Eyes: black with yellow irises
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170
Physical Affects of Mutation?: eyes
Personality: Sociopathic. Dylan is a sociopath, unable to sympathize with people. He gets a sort of sick high from causing people anguish using his powers. He's not an extrovert, but isn't introverted either. He does get uncomfortable when he's around a lot of people he doesn't know. Dylan also has a problem with authority. He doesn't mind a few orders, but is easily angered when a person exerts a lot of authority over him.
Appearance: Dylan is extremely good looking.
Clothing Style: Casual
::Battle Uniform::
Color: black
Style: durable and form-fitting clothes made to protect his skin.
Patterns/Markings: A dark blue P across the chest
Boots and/or Gloves?: Cape!
Relations: None known. Dylan was in foster care his whole life, never actually getting a family.
Weaknesses: Dylan is extremely susceptible to psionic attacks.
Powers: Dylan has the power to read a person's fear, then make them see an illusion of it occurring, though the illusion is projected into the person's head and only they can see it.
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Skills: Dylan is an extremely skilled writer. Horror stories is his specialty, though he never publishes. He keeps a collection of his writings in a series of notebooks.
Interests: Dylan is interested in reading and writing, since his interpersonal skills are somewhat lacking, he's able to center himself best when he's doing either of these activities.
Bio/History: Abandoned at birh, Dylan was raised in foster care in southern Florida. He never played with other children and upon discovering his powers, was shipped from one home to another due to the fact he'd use them unmercifully. He began to like the reaction people got from experiencing their fears.
He began journaling his discoveries, keeping details of peoples' fears and writing stories about them.
One day, when he was 16, he was suspended from school for being involved in a fight. His foster parents punished him for it, and in return, Dylan used his powers on them, torturing them with fear until they drove them to commit suicide. He began running, traveling up the eastern seaboard. In his travels, he was able to pick up information on the Mutant/Human struggle and decided he'd rather fight against the humans. This was fortunate that he heard about The Brotherhood of Mutants and what they did. He was quite interested in joining.
**Example Post: Walking into the bar, Dylan pulled the hood off his head, the snow on his shoulders began melting leaving a cold, wet marks. He went to a far corner, sitting in the dark, observing the other patrons. CNN was playing on the nearest monitor and he could barely make out what was being said, but the pictures helped. The Brotherhood was at it again. Dylan couldn't wait until he could join the group, helping to obtain superiority over these bottom-feeding humans. A waitress walked by, "You want a drink?" she asked, her contempt for her job rang through each of the four syllables.
"No." was his simple reply. He pulled out his steno pad and began jotting down notes on the atomsphere of the bar, how the smoke wafted through the air, its intoxicating smell choking out the alcohol scent.
