Post by forgottenroma on Dec 18, 2008 1:32:42 GMT -5
The Basics;
[/center]Name: Hunter Adrian Silvanus
Age: 16
House: Biella
Where you stand: Mutant
What are you: Student
Powers: Shaep-Shifting, Enhanced Senses, Fortitude.
Likes:
- Prairies
- Mountains
- Girls
- Music
- Poetry
- Theatres (dramatic, not movie)
- Nature in general
Dislikes:
- Big Cities
- Jocks
- People in General
- Urbanization
- Anti-mutants
Personality: It's impossible to say that Hunter is calm, cool, and collected. He's anything but that! His short temper and swift wits make him a dangerous foe. Although he does prefer a sneraky approach rather than a full on assault, he prefers to fight rather than talk. Hunter reacts very well in pressuring situations. He always "looks before he leaps" so to speak. He doesn't like to rush into things, but with his temper, sometimes it's inevitable.
Hunter is generally anti-social. He isn;t fond of most people and it takes a lot to gain his trust. He's a real friend though. If you do manage to break through his cold exterior and get used to his wild mood swings, you'll find that he's more loyal than a dog. He's a protector by nature. If he sees someone being hurt, he'll swoop in for the rescue.
History: Hunter had a very strange life. He and his twin brother, Angelus, were foundlings. They were discovered in a cemetary by an elderly woman. As she had no children, she took them hom and cared for them. It was obvious from the start that there was something strange about them. She assumed they were partial gods dropped from the heavens for her. It wasn't until they were 7 that she realised it was more as though they'd come from the depths of Hell.
Angelus had a knack for mayhem. He could break a lamp, tear a couch, and smash a window all within a few moments. His actions quickly went from destructive to murderous.
Hunter was bad-tempered, but he didn't seak to cause trouble. He preferred to sit on his own and read. But when his anger got a hold of him, awful things happened.
Hunter lost his brother shortly before their adoptive mother's death, and Hunter's consequent bringing to Collette. Angel snuck out of the house at night and went on a rampage through a suburban neighbourhood. He was slowly killing everyone there. One night he brought Hunter along to show him what happened. That was the night they got him. Hunter was sitting on the stairs, hidden in a shadow. Angel was pinning down the young woman that lived in that particular house. He plunged his hand into her chest, grasping her heart and yanking it out, right as the police broke down the door. They shot Angel.
Hunter barely managed to escape. When he got home, he went straight to bed. The next morning, there was a knock at the door and Hunter went to go wake up his mother. She never woke up. She'd suffered from a heart attack while she slept.
When he answered the door, he was told about the mansion and was offered a place there. He accepted.
The Look;
[/center]General Appearance: Hunter is generally good-looking, if not handsome. He has sleek, dark brown hair that matches his eyes to a perfect hue. His solft skin is quite pale, and seems even more so in the moonlight. He is quite tall and has a slim, yet firm frame. He has a charming smile that few people can resist, but he does rarely smile.
Celebrity Name: Jake Richardson
Celebrity Picture:
The Who;
[/center]OOC Name: Kate
OOC Age: 16
The What;
[/center]Experience: 5
Example: The coffee shop was unusually busy for such an early hour. There seemed to be people everywhere. Everyone seemed to want a cup of warm coffee. The sun had only just risen and the air outside wasn't quite warm enough yet for most peoples liking.
A light breeze blew through the door as it was opened. A boy of 17 walked slowly in. He didn't mind the cold. In fact, he preferred the day before the sun had fully risen. He was tall and good-looking. His dark brown hair fell in a shag that gently covered his left eye. He was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a black long sleeved t-shirt. Over his shirt he wore a white hoodie with red pinstripes crossing it horizontally. On his feet were a pair of dark pink plaid converse.
He swept off his classy dark sunglasses, reaveling his deep topaz eyes, and tucked them into the front of his shirt. He walked up to the counter, glancing around for a seat. "Hey Hunter." He heard the voice but it didn't quite register right away. He spent so much time here that they knew already what he liked. It was simply a matter of what mood he seemed to be in.
He pulled his black wallet out from his hoodie pocket. Opening it revealed 2 credit cards, a school ID, a bus pass, and several discount cards for store. He pulled open the side and removed a $5 bill. He put it on the counter, not even saying what he wanted. He already knew what mood he was in, and he was displaying clearly. Without waiting for change, he walked down to the end of the counter. A moment later, his drink appeared. A small smirk appeared on his pale face. It was just what he had been hoping for. And Ice Cap Supreme. He generally liked cold drinks on cool mornings, and hot drinks when everything was warm outside.
There was only one empty booth near the back. It was the sort of place the tough guys usually hung out. He didn't really mind, as long as they didn't show up. If they did, they would probably beat him up, and not just because he was at their table. Hunter seemed to be a regular punching bag. Mostly it was because he didn't have anyone to stick up for him, and he'd never learned to fight properly so he couldn't really defend himself. He was as tall or taller than most of them, but did that ever stop them? No.
Hunter glanced quickly around the coffeeshop again, this time scanning the room nervously in case they came in. Luckily he didn't see them, so he sighed in relief and concentrated on his drink.
