Post by Damien Meadows on Jul 12, 2006 21:31:41 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates (had to re-read- I thought it was referring to the admins, lol)
Full Name: Damien Meadows
Nicknames: Furball, Stinkman (this one is a sure way to get an insta-nemesis, as well as any other name referring to stench)
Codename: Stripes
Age: 17
Origins: New York
Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Type: A positive
Hair: Black, with a white stripe going through it a little on the right.
Eyes: Green
Height: 180cm (6')
Weight: 70kg (don't know in pounds)
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Yes
His whole body is covered in black fur, except that a white stripe goes down the middle of his back. His face and hands and feet are otherwise quite normal, save for the fact that he can extract claws from his fingers. The fur is not rough, and actually has the reactions that follow his emotions, just like an animal does. When he is content, or at least in a normal state of mind, his fur is actually quite cuddly.
This mutation is something Damien hates utterly and completely.
Personality:
Damien is very self-critical, and no one has managed to persuade him that he is not the next bell-ringer ((not sure if I used the right expression)) of Notre Dame. He hates his fur, hates its reactions to his emotions, and absolutely hates people calling him names that insinuate the...well...more uncomfortable part of his powers.
Other than that, he is quite the nicest person you will find. Well, more or less. He is caring, and he likes hanging out with people, as well as meeting new friends. Social and outgoing, Damien's only obstacle to having many, or even some, friends is the fact that he has a mutation of a skunk. He wants to help people, and he wants to make new friends, but they all just think that he's going to spray an everlasting stench on them as soon as they find out about the mutation.
Appearance:
Having green eyes, being 6' tall, and having quite a nicely built body, one would think that Damien would have all the girls around (at least the tall, green-eyed, and handsome lovers). And he sometimes does, but not because of these attributes. It's usually because he is so "cuddly" because of the fur that covers his whole body- a curse in his opinion. He has long legs, and has a nice smile, which is only made better by the fur (probably the only thing that is). Actually, he is one of those people who just look so "cute" when they are smiling, or laughing, or being otherwise joyous, which he is not usually. His eyes, in fact, always look sad, even when he is not.
A natural white stripe goes through the right side of his hair, which is usually at a medium length, not bellow the ears, and another down the middle of his back. His teeth are somewhat sharper than those of a human.
Clothing Style:
His clothing doesn't uphold a definite color preference, but it is almost always consisted out of a pair of tennis shoes, jeans, a tank top, and an unbuttoned shirt. That is, when he's not in public. When he is, there is absolutely no part of his body revealed, thanks to either the large cloak and hood, or the bandages he sometimes puts on his face and hands. A silver earring decorates his right ear, and there is usually some sort of chain bracelet on his right hand.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black
Style: two piece
Patterns/Markings:White stripes go down his limbs and the middle of his back. A black and white X is on his right shoulder.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black combat style boots.
Relations: John, father, Isabelle, mother, and no siblings or friends. His parents discarded him as a beast and don't want to see him ever again.
Weaknesses:
His sight is limited to barely a few meters in front of him, and he has an unreasonable fear of all owls. Cars are not his favorites either, and he would rather walk or be teleported than sit in a bus or car.
Powers:
Skunk mutation
He has a physical resemblance to a skunk, and his powers are closely related to the natural abilities of a skunk. He can extract very sharp, powerful claws from the tips of his fingers, which he can use either for very good digging, or very powerful attacks against an enemy.
He can also put out an acid fog out of the pores of his body, which then causes all in the affected area to feel a ghastly stench, and also produces a burning in their lungs. He is immune to this gas. The gas is green, and thick, and it is hard to see anything through the fog.
There is also another way of using this dangerous substance, and that is that he can spit out a liquefied version of it, and usually hits the face of his enemy with great precision. The enemy could be either temporarily or permanently blinded, and also has a horrible stench following him for weeks. Alas, this also leaves a foul breath to Damien for some days.
His hearing and smell senses are very powerful, which allows him to move around despite the very week eyesight he has.
Affiliation: Xavier's
Skills: ((Not sure what goes here))
Interests:
-Reading
-Writing
-Swimming
-Hanging out
-Finding Friends
(the last three being impaired by his mutation)
Bio/History:
Born and raised in New York, Damien was discarded by his "caring" parents as an abomination at the age of 12, when his mutation took place. He wandered the street for quite some time, and suffered daily torture by normal kids and even grown-ups. Finally, through a news article from a trash can, he found out about Xavier's Academy, so he decided to go there and perhaps find a place to call home.
That he did, and when he first entered the front yard, he could hardly believe how many other mutants there were, playing idly and living their lives. He was delighted when he got a room and started going to classes immediately. This truly was a new beginning for the tortured teen.
Well, not socially. Here people didn't discriminate, or at least not in the way the humans did. Here, students would stay away from him because he "reeked" to them, even though he had, and still does, a custom of showering daily and he always smelled of nice cologne. It was because of his mutation, and he knew it. Most girls were just too disgusted to even talk to him, and the guy talked to him just to tease him. Perhaps somewhere, or at least with someone, he will find no prejudice?
*Example Post:
It was evening. Well, night really. Damien was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, looking at the full moon. A book was right by his side, and it was put face-up open on the bench. The boy looked at the stars and moon, thinking how lucky they were- they just had to sit there and be bright.
He was wearing a pair of black tennis shoes, dark blue jeans, a black tank top, and a blue unbuttoned shirt. There was a chain around his right wrist, wrapped once, but held tightly by a hook on one end. His green eyes seemed even more sad than usual. Sighing, he went back to reality, the wonderful day…night…well, evening daydream he was experiencing being shattered into dust, and floating upwards, to the wonderful shiny, careless objects in the black sky.
Damien was in one of his moods. This one was characterized by a sadness accompanied by a poetical inspiration and a certain small dose of sarcasm. Why couldn’t he have some “normal” mutation, one that involved shooting some rays, or perhaps telepathy or something? No, he had to be a skunk-boy. A skunk!!! Of all animals! Why did fate deal him such a hard hand to play?
He was cursed to forever go through life with the nicknames of Stinkman and Furball. Well, Furball was actually nice. He liked it when girls called him that, it meant that there was at least one aspect of him that was even slightly likable. He remembered one occasion when a new girl went up to him and started petting him! Damn it, he was just laying on his bed, cuddled in sleep, and the girl, brought to the room by a bully, just shrieked and started petting him, saying “Your little pet is so adorable!”
He wasn’t so adorable when the same bully found his clean clothes oddly reeking of something unidentified.
Full Name: Damien Meadows
Nicknames: Furball, Stinkman (this one is a sure way to get an insta-nemesis, as well as any other name referring to stench)
Codename: Stripes
Age: 17
Origins: New York
Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Type: A positive
Hair: Black, with a white stripe going through it a little on the right.
Eyes: Green
Height: 180cm (6')
Weight: 70kg (don't know in pounds)
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Yes
His whole body is covered in black fur, except that a white stripe goes down the middle of his back. His face and hands and feet are otherwise quite normal, save for the fact that he can extract claws from his fingers. The fur is not rough, and actually has the reactions that follow his emotions, just like an animal does. When he is content, or at least in a normal state of mind, his fur is actually quite cuddly.
This mutation is something Damien hates utterly and completely.
Personality:
Damien is very self-critical, and no one has managed to persuade him that he is not the next bell-ringer ((not sure if I used the right expression)) of Notre Dame. He hates his fur, hates its reactions to his emotions, and absolutely hates people calling him names that insinuate the...well...more uncomfortable part of his powers.
Other than that, he is quite the nicest person you will find. Well, more or less. He is caring, and he likes hanging out with people, as well as meeting new friends. Social and outgoing, Damien's only obstacle to having many, or even some, friends is the fact that he has a mutation of a skunk. He wants to help people, and he wants to make new friends, but they all just think that he's going to spray an everlasting stench on them as soon as they find out about the mutation.
Appearance:
Having green eyes, being 6' tall, and having quite a nicely built body, one would think that Damien would have all the girls around (at least the tall, green-eyed, and handsome lovers). And he sometimes does, but not because of these attributes. It's usually because he is so "cuddly" because of the fur that covers his whole body- a curse in his opinion. He has long legs, and has a nice smile, which is only made better by the fur (probably the only thing that is). Actually, he is one of those people who just look so "cute" when they are smiling, or laughing, or being otherwise joyous, which he is not usually. His eyes, in fact, always look sad, even when he is not.
A natural white stripe goes through the right side of his hair, which is usually at a medium length, not bellow the ears, and another down the middle of his back. His teeth are somewhat sharper than those of a human.
Clothing Style:
His clothing doesn't uphold a definite color preference, but it is almost always consisted out of a pair of tennis shoes, jeans, a tank top, and an unbuttoned shirt. That is, when he's not in public. When he is, there is absolutely no part of his body revealed, thanks to either the large cloak and hood, or the bandages he sometimes puts on his face and hands. A silver earring decorates his right ear, and there is usually some sort of chain bracelet on his right hand.
::Battle Uniform::
Color: Black
Style: two piece
Patterns/Markings:White stripes go down his limbs and the middle of his back. A black and white X is on his right shoulder.
Boots and/or Gloves?: Black combat style boots.
Relations: John, father, Isabelle, mother, and no siblings or friends. His parents discarded him as a beast and don't want to see him ever again.
Weaknesses:
His sight is limited to barely a few meters in front of him, and he has an unreasonable fear of all owls. Cars are not his favorites either, and he would rather walk or be teleported than sit in a bus or car.
Powers:
Skunk mutation
He has a physical resemblance to a skunk, and his powers are closely related to the natural abilities of a skunk. He can extract very sharp, powerful claws from the tips of his fingers, which he can use either for very good digging, or very powerful attacks against an enemy.
He can also put out an acid fog out of the pores of his body, which then causes all in the affected area to feel a ghastly stench, and also produces a burning in their lungs. He is immune to this gas. The gas is green, and thick, and it is hard to see anything through the fog.
There is also another way of using this dangerous substance, and that is that he can spit out a liquefied version of it, and usually hits the face of his enemy with great precision. The enemy could be either temporarily or permanently blinded, and also has a horrible stench following him for weeks. Alas, this also leaves a foul breath to Damien for some days.
His hearing and smell senses are very powerful, which allows him to move around despite the very week eyesight he has.
Affiliation: Xavier's
Skills: ((Not sure what goes here))
Interests:
-Reading
-Writing
-Swimming
-Hanging out
-Finding Friends
(the last three being impaired by his mutation)
Bio/History:
Born and raised in New York, Damien was discarded by his "caring" parents as an abomination at the age of 12, when his mutation took place. He wandered the street for quite some time, and suffered daily torture by normal kids and even grown-ups. Finally, through a news article from a trash can, he found out about Xavier's Academy, so he decided to go there and perhaps find a place to call home.
That he did, and when he first entered the front yard, he could hardly believe how many other mutants there were, playing idly and living their lives. He was delighted when he got a room and started going to classes immediately. This truly was a new beginning for the tortured teen.
Well, not socially. Here people didn't discriminate, or at least not in the way the humans did. Here, students would stay away from him because he "reeked" to them, even though he had, and still does, a custom of showering daily and he always smelled of nice cologne. It was because of his mutation, and he knew it. Most girls were just too disgusted to even talk to him, and the guy talked to him just to tease him. Perhaps somewhere, or at least with someone, he will find no prejudice?
*Example Post:
It was evening. Well, night really. Damien was sitting on a bench in the courtyard, looking at the full moon. A book was right by his side, and it was put face-up open on the bench. The boy looked at the stars and moon, thinking how lucky they were- they just had to sit there and be bright.
He was wearing a pair of black tennis shoes, dark blue jeans, a black tank top, and a blue unbuttoned shirt. There was a chain around his right wrist, wrapped once, but held tightly by a hook on one end. His green eyes seemed even more sad than usual. Sighing, he went back to reality, the wonderful day…night…well, evening daydream he was experiencing being shattered into dust, and floating upwards, to the wonderful shiny, careless objects in the black sky.
Damien was in one of his moods. This one was characterized by a sadness accompanied by a poetical inspiration and a certain small dose of sarcasm. Why couldn’t he have some “normal” mutation, one that involved shooting some rays, or perhaps telepathy or something? No, he had to be a skunk-boy. A skunk!!! Of all animals! Why did fate deal him such a hard hand to play?
He was cursed to forever go through life with the nicknames of Stinkman and Furball. Well, Furball was actually nice. He liked it when girls called him that, it meant that there was at least one aspect of him that was even slightly likable. He remembered one occasion when a new girl went up to him and started petting him! Damn it, he was just laying on his bed, cuddled in sleep, and the girl, brought to the room by a bully, just shrieked and started petting him, saying “Your little pet is so adorable!”
He wasn’t so adorable when the same bully found his clean clothes oddly reeking of something unidentified.
