Post by demon on Jul 14, 2006 16:03:18 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Jacob Shellerby
Nicknames: Jake
Codename: Demon
Age: 19
DoB: 12/13/87
Origins: Ny,Ny
Orientation: Straight
Blood Type: AB Negative
Hair: None, although he has black horns
Eyes: Black
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 78 pounds
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Hollow bones, slabs of muscle and shoulderblades, black demon wings, black horns, red skin, red forked tail, forked tonge, claws, sharp teeth.
Personality:
* Gets angry very easily
* Is ashamed of his looks
* Pessemestic
* Loves to fly
* Very caring and protective over the ones he love
* Is a pyromaniac
* Likes to make rockets. Actually, likes to make fireworks. Or missiles. Or bombs.
* Prefers a hot day over a cold one.
* Is more active at night.
* Is afraid to get to know anyone, because they might reject him as a freak.
Appearance: Hollow bones, slabs of muscle and shoulderblades, black demon wings, black horns, red skin, red forked tail, forked tonge, claws, sharp teeth.
Clothing Style:
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black
Style: Black jeans and a Black leather sleeveless jacket with slits for his wings.
Patterns/Markings: Devils cross on shoulder.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black leather boots and gloves.
Relations: Used to have a girlfreind, but she called him a freak and chased him out with a cross, mother and father were killed in freak lighting bolt strike, lived with his uncle.
Weaknesses: Joint in between the wings, all men's weakspot (Hint: aim low.) Tends to favor flying and diving rather than staying and fighting, Crosses burn him.
Powers: Other than physical, he can stand temperatures of up to 5000 degrees faerenheit, and can breath fire, although he can not controll it.
Affiliation: Independant, although he will board at xaviers.
Skills: Good golf player, weirdly fast reflexes due to video-game playing, although what he does might not be the smartest thing. Good at being annoying when he wants to.
Interests: Golf, Video-games, and (What else?) chicks.
Bio/History: Jake was leading a normal life. He had a girlfreind, a nice uncle, a good school, and plenty of freinds. But one night he got a serious 110 degree fever, and woke up looking like a demon straight out of hell. When he walked downstairs his uncle took one look at him and said only one word. "Internet." He then spent several days researching, and figured out that Jake was a mutant. When Jake called his girlfreind he said that something was majorly different about him, and asked if she would come over. She did, and chased him out of town with a cross screaming at the top of her lungs. "SATAN!!! DEMON!!!!! SPAWN OF HADES!!!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!!"
He then ran to a church, and was chased out of there as well. He has wandered the skies for many weeks after that, stopping down occasionally to buy some food and water. Once Jake was perching on a local rooftop when the inhabitants of the house came out, holding martini's. When they saw him they screamed, and the Man went inside the house. He came out with a shotgun! "Get off of my roof!" Jake barely made it out of that one.
He was reading the newspaper one day when he saw an article on a safe haven for mutants. It was very short, but it did give him the address and a picture to go by. He didn't have too much hope, but it was worth a shot. He then took flight, hoping against hope they would accept him.
Sample Post: Jake was running. And he was running very fast. Why was he running? To get away from his crazy girlfreind, who was chasing after him with a cross. "Jessie! It's me, Jake! Can't you see?!?!?" Jessie, running after him just yelled "SPAWN OF SATAN! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUTOUTOUTOUT!!!!!!!!!" Jake, knowing he would stumble and fall in the end, tried to find a place where he might be safe. Starbucks? No. McDonalds? No. Church? Yes! A church! Sanctuary!! Running full tilt, he made it inside and shouted "Sanctuary, Sanctuary!! Man I've always wanted to say that. Sanctuary!" Two monks walked up and said in unison "Excuse us young demon, would you care to GET OUT OF OUR CHHURCH!!!" Oh, great, someone else to chase me. Running faster even than before, he felt himself being lifted off of the ground. "Sweet, I'm flying! I'm flying! I'M FLYING!!!" After taking flight, he didn't dare land untill many hours later, under the cover of dark...
Full Name: Jacob Shellerby
Nicknames: Jake
Codename: Demon
Age: 19
DoB: 12/13/87
Origins: Ny,Ny
Orientation: Straight
Blood Type: AB Negative
Hair: None, although he has black horns
Eyes: Black
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 78 pounds
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Hollow bones, slabs of muscle and shoulderblades, black demon wings, black horns, red skin, red forked tail, forked tonge, claws, sharp teeth.
Personality:
* Gets angry very easily
* Is ashamed of his looks
* Pessemestic
* Loves to fly
* Very caring and protective over the ones he love
* Is a pyromaniac
* Likes to make rockets. Actually, likes to make fireworks. Or missiles. Or bombs.
* Prefers a hot day over a cold one.
* Is more active at night.
* Is afraid to get to know anyone, because they might reject him as a freak.
Appearance: Hollow bones, slabs of muscle and shoulderblades, black demon wings, black horns, red skin, red forked tail, forked tonge, claws, sharp teeth.
Clothing Style:
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black
Style: Black jeans and a Black leather sleeveless jacket with slits for his wings.
Patterns/Markings: Devils cross on shoulder.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black leather boots and gloves.
Relations: Used to have a girlfreind, but she called him a freak and chased him out with a cross, mother and father were killed in freak lighting bolt strike, lived with his uncle.
Weaknesses: Joint in between the wings, all men's weakspot (Hint: aim low.) Tends to favor flying and diving rather than staying and fighting, Crosses burn him.
Powers: Other than physical, he can stand temperatures of up to 5000 degrees faerenheit, and can breath fire, although he can not controll it.
Affiliation: Independant, although he will board at xaviers.
Skills: Good golf player, weirdly fast reflexes due to video-game playing, although what he does might not be the smartest thing. Good at being annoying when he wants to.
Interests: Golf, Video-games, and (What else?) chicks.
Bio/History: Jake was leading a normal life. He had a girlfreind, a nice uncle, a good school, and plenty of freinds. But one night he got a serious 110 degree fever, and woke up looking like a demon straight out of hell. When he walked downstairs his uncle took one look at him and said only one word. "Internet." He then spent several days researching, and figured out that Jake was a mutant. When Jake called his girlfreind he said that something was majorly different about him, and asked if she would come over. She did, and chased him out of town with a cross screaming at the top of her lungs. "SATAN!!! DEMON!!!!! SPAWN OF HADES!!!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!!"
He then ran to a church, and was chased out of there as well. He has wandered the skies for many weeks after that, stopping down occasionally to buy some food and water. Once Jake was perching on a local rooftop when the inhabitants of the house came out, holding martini's. When they saw him they screamed, and the Man went inside the house. He came out with a shotgun! "Get off of my roof!" Jake barely made it out of that one.
He was reading the newspaper one day when he saw an article on a safe haven for mutants. It was very short, but it did give him the address and a picture to go by. He didn't have too much hope, but it was worth a shot. He then took flight, hoping against hope they would accept him.
Sample Post: Jake was running. And he was running very fast. Why was he running? To get away from his crazy girlfreind, who was chasing after him with a cross. "Jessie! It's me, Jake! Can't you see?!?!?" Jessie, running after him just yelled "SPAWN OF SATAN! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUTOUTOUTOUT!!!!!!!!!" Jake, knowing he would stumble and fall in the end, tried to find a place where he might be safe. Starbucks? No. McDonalds? No. Church? Yes! A church! Sanctuary!! Running full tilt, he made it inside and shouted "Sanctuary, Sanctuary!! Man I've always wanted to say that. Sanctuary!" Two monks walked up and said in unison "Excuse us young demon, would you care to GET OUT OF OUR CHHURCH!!!" Oh, great, someone else to chase me. Running faster even than before, he felt himself being lifted off of the ground. "Sweet, I'm flying! I'm flying! I'M FLYING!!!" After taking flight, he didn't dare land untill many hours later, under the cover of dark...
