Post by Reaper on Feb 17, 2008 21:35:54 GMT -5
Name: James Zect
Age: (actual age) 18
Apparent Age: (age u look) 18
Gender: Male
Hair: brown
Eyes: Eyes change colour between green and blue every few days. It's not a mutation, just a strange thing that happens.
Appearance: *Be Detailed or show an image*
Code Name: Reaper
Powers: James can manipulate a black and white energy that comes from deep within himself. However, if he overexerts himself he has the chance of being overwhelmed by the energy. If he loses concentration while creating an object, it has the chance of sending a burst of energy in a random direction, then completely shatter. If it shatters, it will send an explosion of glass-like shards in all direction.
Background: *Be Detailed* James Zect was the result of a one night stand between his mother, Isabella Zect, and an unknown man. His mother worked in a drug store in San Diego, California as the assistant manager. His mother couldn't give him everything, but she gave him everything she could, and kept him happy. When he was three, his mother got an abusive boyfriend who would repeatedly beat both his mother and him.
On his seventh birthday, the man showed up drunk to his party, which was just him and his mother because James didn't make friends easily, and he commonly avoided people because of his mother's boyfriend. He viciously attacked James, hitting him over and over again. After ten minutes of the assault, James was out of tears, and he screamed out for the man to stop.
A white shield of energy burst around him, and sent the man flying through the wall of the apartment building. His mother, out of fear and caring for her son, packed everything she could, and the two fled the city. They made their way, using any way they could, to Albany, New York. His mother got a new job as a nurse in a hospital, and James entered public school.
over the next Several years his powers developed more, and he learned to keep his emotions in somewhat control to prevent himself from hurting anyone. Then, when he was 14, his powers were unleashed again. His mother's boyfriend had followed them all the way across the country, this time bringing a group of anti-mutant activists. They attacked him and his mother as they walked home from the hospital she was working in. Again, they beat him, only this time it didn't take ten minutes for his abilities to activate.
The energy was black this time, but rather than a sphere of energy surrounding his body, they formed a sharp blade as he punched back at the attackers. He put three of the four men in the hospital, and they fled again. This time to New York City. Shortly after their arrival, they were approached by members of the Xavier Institute, and they asked him to enter the school. While James wasn't keen to leave his mother alone, in case her boyfriend or the anti-mutant activists came back, but she eventually talked him into going.
After his first year at the school, he found it easier to make friends than at his regular school, although he still avoided large crowds of people if he could manage it. During his second year he learned to control the energy better, and learned to make different shapes out of it, his favorite being that of a scythe, but it took no less time or concentration to form any other shape. Also during this year he found a place in the graveyard where all the graves were over a hundred years old, and rarely frequented by visitors. He found it a perfect place to study and practice his powers with few, if any, interruptions. Throughout his last two years in school, he could often be found there, his skull mask dawned, and a hoody over his head
Anything else you'd like to add: Nope
Sample RP: (No less then two paragraphs)(This is a MUST!) Blood.
Cut.
Kill.
James shot up in his bed, his sheets completely drenched in sweat, and his blanket spread on the other side of the room, half-covering his keyboard. Reaper's voice still echoes on the fringes of his mind as he sat up, his breathing heavy and shallow. The sun was just beginning to creep in through his Window.
Blood.
Cut.
Kill.[/color]
His voice came faster this time, like it was preparing to burst from his mouth. He shot up from his bed, grabbing on a pair of pants and a shirt. "I've got to get out of here," he muttered as he walked quickly from his room. He was walking quickly and without paying attention, nearly knocking someone over in the hall without turning to apologize, or even turn to see who it was. Usually, he would have turned around and apologized for twenty minutes.
"Hide in the graveyard until he calms down," he muttered as he walked. He opened the front door and, without bothering to shut it behind him, broke out into a run.
It was growing stronger all the time. The first time at the lake, he'd triggered it. He'd only taken on a small portion of its power, and it had consumed him. Then, with Chris, he'd called it again. It'd consumed him faster that time, only Chris' voice managing to draw him out of it.
But recently, it was growing a mind of its own, trying to force the power onto him. Speaking to him those three repeated words inside his head.
Blood.
Cut.
Kill.[/i]
Out of the corner of his eye he was beginning to see shadows. Figures that vanished when he tried to look at them directly. A cold sweat was forming as he turned down the street. It was getting louder, stronger, faster.
BLOOD.
CUT.
KILL.
Images began flashing through his head. His friends and people around him sliced and cut and dead. His pace quickened. He wasn't near the graveyard yet. He was in the city.
"Blood. Cut. Kill." This time it came from his mouth. He stopped mid-step and covered his mouth with his hand.
Chris... someone... anyone... he tried to say, but the words wouldn't come. He could only think. He couldn't speak. He dropped to his knees, his hands on the side of his head.
"BLOOD. CUT. KILL." he shouted, his voice echoing through the city. People around him stopped and looked at him, whispering to each other.
HELP ME he shouted in his mind, just before the energy overtook him.
Black energy surrounded his body as a dark grin spread across his face.
"You don't belong here mutie! Get up and leave!" someone said.
Reaper looked up, an evil gling in his eye. "I am free. I will go no where. And neither will you," he said, his voice deep, dark and evil. He raised a hand, and long white energy blades formed around his fingers. He ran forward, and stabbed the man in the stomach.
"I. AM. REAPER."
Affiliate: *X-Men/Brotherhood/Neutral* Student
Age: (actual age) 18
Apparent Age: (age u look) 18
Gender: Male
Hair: brown
Eyes: Eyes change colour between green and blue every few days. It's not a mutation, just a strange thing that happens.
Appearance: *Be Detailed or show an image*
Code Name: Reaper
Powers: James can manipulate a black and white energy that comes from deep within himself. However, if he overexerts himself he has the chance of being overwhelmed by the energy. If he loses concentration while creating an object, it has the chance of sending a burst of energy in a random direction, then completely shatter. If it shatters, it will send an explosion of glass-like shards in all direction.
Background: *Be Detailed* James Zect was the result of a one night stand between his mother, Isabella Zect, and an unknown man. His mother worked in a drug store in San Diego, California as the assistant manager. His mother couldn't give him everything, but she gave him everything she could, and kept him happy. When he was three, his mother got an abusive boyfriend who would repeatedly beat both his mother and him.
On his seventh birthday, the man showed up drunk to his party, which was just him and his mother because James didn't make friends easily, and he commonly avoided people because of his mother's boyfriend. He viciously attacked James, hitting him over and over again. After ten minutes of the assault, James was out of tears, and he screamed out for the man to stop.
A white shield of energy burst around him, and sent the man flying through the wall of the apartment building. His mother, out of fear and caring for her son, packed everything she could, and the two fled the city. They made their way, using any way they could, to Albany, New York. His mother got a new job as a nurse in a hospital, and James entered public school.
over the next Several years his powers developed more, and he learned to keep his emotions in somewhat control to prevent himself from hurting anyone. Then, when he was 14, his powers were unleashed again. His mother's boyfriend had followed them all the way across the country, this time bringing a group of anti-mutant activists. They attacked him and his mother as they walked home from the hospital she was working in. Again, they beat him, only this time it didn't take ten minutes for his abilities to activate.
The energy was black this time, but rather than a sphere of energy surrounding his body, they formed a sharp blade as he punched back at the attackers. He put three of the four men in the hospital, and they fled again. This time to New York City. Shortly after their arrival, they were approached by members of the Xavier Institute, and they asked him to enter the school. While James wasn't keen to leave his mother alone, in case her boyfriend or the anti-mutant activists came back, but she eventually talked him into going.
After his first year at the school, he found it easier to make friends than at his regular school, although he still avoided large crowds of people if he could manage it. During his second year he learned to control the energy better, and learned to make different shapes out of it, his favorite being that of a scythe, but it took no less time or concentration to form any other shape. Also during this year he found a place in the graveyard where all the graves were over a hundred years old, and rarely frequented by visitors. He found it a perfect place to study and practice his powers with few, if any, interruptions. Throughout his last two years in school, he could often be found there, his skull mask dawned, and a hoody over his head
Anything else you'd like to add: Nope
Sample RP: (No less then two paragraphs)(This is a MUST!) Blood.
Cut.
Kill.
James shot up in his bed, his sheets completely drenched in sweat, and his blanket spread on the other side of the room, half-covering his keyboard. Reaper's voice still echoes on the fringes of his mind as he sat up, his breathing heavy and shallow. The sun was just beginning to creep in through his Window.
Blood.
Cut.
Kill.[/color]
His voice came faster this time, like it was preparing to burst from his mouth. He shot up from his bed, grabbing on a pair of pants and a shirt. "I've got to get out of here," he muttered as he walked quickly from his room. He was walking quickly and without paying attention, nearly knocking someone over in the hall without turning to apologize, or even turn to see who it was. Usually, he would have turned around and apologized for twenty minutes.
"Hide in the graveyard until he calms down," he muttered as he walked. He opened the front door and, without bothering to shut it behind him, broke out into a run.
It was growing stronger all the time. The first time at the lake, he'd triggered it. He'd only taken on a small portion of its power, and it had consumed him. Then, with Chris, he'd called it again. It'd consumed him faster that time, only Chris' voice managing to draw him out of it.
But recently, it was growing a mind of its own, trying to force the power onto him. Speaking to him those three repeated words inside his head.
Blood.
Cut.
Kill.[/i]
Out of the corner of his eye he was beginning to see shadows. Figures that vanished when he tried to look at them directly. A cold sweat was forming as he turned down the street. It was getting louder, stronger, faster.
BLOOD.
CUT.
KILL.
Images began flashing through his head. His friends and people around him sliced and cut and dead. His pace quickened. He wasn't near the graveyard yet. He was in the city.
"Blood. Cut. Kill." This time it came from his mouth. He stopped mid-step and covered his mouth with his hand.
Chris... someone... anyone... he tried to say, but the words wouldn't come. He could only think. He couldn't speak. He dropped to his knees, his hands on the side of his head.
"BLOOD. CUT. KILL." he shouted, his voice echoing through the city. People around him stopped and looked at him, whispering to each other.
HELP ME he shouted in his mind, just before the energy overtook him.
Black energy surrounded his body as a dark grin spread across his face.
"You don't belong here mutie! Get up and leave!" someone said.
Reaper looked up, an evil gling in his eye. "I am free. I will go no where. And neither will you," he said, his voice deep, dark and evil. He raised a hand, and long white energy blades formed around his fingers. He ran forward, and stabbed the man in the stomach.
"I. AM. REAPER."
Affiliate: *X-Men/Brotherhood/Neutral* Student