Post by five on Jun 17, 2009 18:40:12 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?:
Lu
Are you over the age of 13?:
Yup
Have you read and understood all the rules?:
Si! ^^In Character
Name:
Jonathan (Doom) Horowitz
Age:
19 (in appearance and actual age)
Gender:
Male
Species:
Night Crawler (turned from Gifted)
Special Power:
N/A
Father:
Anthony Horowitz - deceased
Mother:
Maria San-Blanche (Horowitz) - deceased
Sibling/s:
Jeanne-Pierre (JP) Horowitz - Twin brother
Partner:
None
Appearance:
He's 5'9" and on the skinny side; not enough that your typical parents would worry about anorexia, but thin enough to look like a beanpole. His skin is pale and generally blemish-free, unless he got caught in a scuffle of some sorts recently. Then, he'll be covered in blood - his own and his adversaries' - scrapes, bruises, cuts, and the lot. And he doesn't cover them up either so they stand out quite a bit against his whiter complexion. Doom has longish dark hair which he gels into a wild mane of spikes most of the time. His eyes are an unremarkable murky brown, quite a different from the old bright orange that he had during his time as a Gifted. They're tilted at the ends, giving him an Asian look that suits him pretty well, even though he hasn't a drop of oriental blood in his system.
He dresses in a careful selection of torn, punk-styled clothes that practically radiate 'rebel'. One thing that's always constant with his attire is his old leather jacket, the same one he got back on his fifteenth birthday and hasn't been without since. Doom doesn't usually wear accessories, but when he does, they're always metal-made, spiked in some way, and have skulls dangling off of them in abnormal numbers. He paints his nails black and keeps them long and filed to a sharp point. There's not a lot of visible indication of strength on him, but look closely at his arms and you can make out the faint lines of corded muscles winding their way under his skin.
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Personality:
Nasty, pure and simple; that's really all there is to him. Doom didn't get his nickname for being a sweet-tempered and loving person. Even before he was Turned, he had an unpleasant attitude and was generally a hazard to be around. After getting bitten and branded a freak by his own family, forget the rest of Gifted society, he went all bad. Hate, anger, and spite twisted him into a demon on the inside, even while the Crawler venom molded him into an unearthly flawless being on the outside. He became openly sadistic and malicious, torturing others for the fun of it. It was entertaining for him, watching his victims writhe in agony while he sat by, having a good laugh over the spectacle. Where in the past he'd only spin off a couple sarcastic, smart-alec remarks to come off as rebellious, he now derided everyone he met in the most satirical and cynical manner possible. And don't think that being only a Turned Crawler puts him off anything dangerous. No, even though he's only got the basic vampire powers, Doom is still as likely to harass his special abilities peers as he is likely to push around the average guys like him.
Nosy people have always gotten on his nerves, especially those who try to worm their way into his personal life when they had no business being in there. These are the types he picks off without bothering with the usual slow deaths; they in his mind aren't worth the effort. He lives for fights. Any scuffle, no matter how dumb or trivial, he'll find a way to get involved and stir things up. Probably why he's always bleeding from some part of the body and covered in abrasions. Doom's not afraid of death, which both gives him an edge and makes him dangerous to himself. He's not one to carefully assess a situation first before charging in head first, that was always JP's job; he was the one who took risks and got things done. Dogged and untiring, once he's gotten involved in something, he'll stay through it until the end, no matter the consequences for him or others. Also, not being afraid of dying has made Doom somewhat of a suicidal - and homicidal - maniac. Truly not someone you would want to be within five miles of if you didn't want to end up dead or seriously maimed.
However, he's not entirely lost yet. He still has some small, minuscule part of him that hurts from everything he's lost: his family, his friends, his home, his whole way of life. And most importantly, his brother. Of all the betrayals, JP turning his back on him had been the worst one. As twins, the two were inseparable, always by each other's side, backing each other up. JP was basically Doom's crutch in a sense. If he was without his other half for one minute too long, Doom immediately took on a much more aggressive nature and started to turn on everyone who got too close. The same could be said for JP as well. Thus, for either to survive in any resemblance of sanity, both needed to be together. So it's not hard to see how Doom ended up the way he did after his brother decided to abandon him as well. Slowly though, that tiny part of him that remained human enough to feel anguish and loss and want, is being consumed by the despising side of him that desires nothing more than revenge on all the people who've wronged him. Already, he's gotten rid of four on his list.
Strengths:
- Stubborn
- Dogged
- Unshakable
- Unafraid of death
- Fighting
- Getting under people's skin
Weaknesses:
- Caustic
- Cynical
- Cold
- Unforgiving
- Quick tempered
- Hates heights
Mental Health:
Unstable
Likes:
- Torturing
- Other's pain
- Killing
- Bloodshed
- Fights
- JP (that one small part of him does)
Dislikes:
- Rules
- Restraints
- Ideals
- Standards
- Meddling people
- Being alone
- His parents
- Gifted
Past:
His family wasn't high up in society when he was still a Gifted, but they were relatively happy with everything, or for a time they were. Doom was born a Healer oddly enough, and so was JP; their parents were both Healers as well, so the twins' powers were greatly enhanced by their genetics. Even as babies, it became quite evident that Doom would be the harder one to handle, the one who was more pushy and made more demands from those around him. He was not a child who was content to play alongside other children his age. He wanted nothing to do with them if it didn't involved him somehow telling them what to do, and so the only person he could really relate to in the end was his brother. All the other kids learned early on to leave him alone and to start running if they heard him coming. The same happened from adolescence, to juvenile, to adult-hood; he was constantly isolating himself from his peers without knowing it. Yet he never seemed to mind, so long as he was firmly attached to JP he couldn't care less what the rest of the world thought of him. In this fashion, life went on for them, moving along pleasantly until the twins' 19th year.
Doom is still 19 in both actual age and appearance. Why? Because quite simply, he just hasn't been a Crawler for a very long time; a few months, not even a year yet. It started with a prank that went wrong in too many ways to count. He was dared by a fellow classmate to sneak into Crawler territory and to stay there for one full night. And since Doom was never one to turn down a challenge, he accepted without any further thoughts. JP was more apprehensive about the whole ordeal and tried to persuade his brother to give up on the bet and stay at home, but Doom wouldn't listen, and come time, he crossed the line of no return. Granted he was nervous, for this was going beyond anything he'd ever done before, but didn't worry about it too much. It was fine for the first half of the night. No vampires had yet to seek him out and kill him or anything like that, and he was just starting to feel like nothing bad could happen when he got caught.
It was a woman, an impossibly beautiful woman, stumbling through the underbrush and making a lot more noise than was typical for a Crawler. The reason why was apparent enough. Something, or rather someone, had rendered a ragged, three clawed gash from her neck to her waist. The wounds had her clothes shredded to mere threads and her bleeding like a faucet. Of course, being an immortal, that wasn't near enough to kill her, but it was enough to send her reeling into a state of unconsciousness. Doom watched her staggering progress, closer and closer to where he hid in the bushes. When she finally collapsed on the ground, he inched forward until he was crouching right in front of her face. Leaving her like that was the smart thing to do and would've saved his skin, but for some reason, he felt a bit guilty just turning and walking away from an injured person, blood-sucker or not. Glancing about to make sure no one else was around, he set about fixing her up, repairing the damage done the best he could, and just as he was about to leave, the woman regained her senses.
For a while, neither made a sound, let alone moved. The Crawler was the first to break the silence and lunged for the boy she saw as only a source of food. Doom, in turn, was forced to lurch back and run for his life through an unfamiliar terrain, being chased by an enemy that could outdistance him without breaking stride. Needless to say, the chase ended with his downfall, and by the time morning rolled about, the female was gone, leaving him a newly Turned Crawler. That was when the cogs began to turn the wrong way in his head, as he knew what he was now and knew that there was no way for him to go home. Still, he tried anyways, and was immediately shut out. His parents wanted nothing to do with him and began to go around denying that they ever had another son, and even JP closed the door in his face. Whatever sanity left in Doom's mind snapped apart and he began to change into the monster he's grown to become. Ever since, he's been roaming aimlessly, causing chaos everywhere he trails through, and carefully picking off everyone on his mental list of 'to kill'. So far, with his mother, his father, the boy who had dared him, and the woman who had Turned him down, there was just JP left to go.
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((From Gaia))
X{Psyche}X
"Well..." she muttered, looking around her in a curious manner.
A small frown mark had formed between Psyche's eyebrows as she searched around for a sign, any sign, of life. Okay so yes, there was the occasional fire and other human items, but so far, she had yet to see an actual living being. Not even an animal! Usually there was at least one or two wild critters, like rabbits or squirrels or raccoons, but not even those showed in the bushes. This place was really dead.
"Well...." she said again. "....this is brilliant."
Why he devil did she wander into this desolated place anyway? The girl bent down and picked up a small stone and began to toss it from hand to hand as she continued her so far fruitless expedition. A good question. Sadl, she had n sensible answer to it at the moment. The buildings were rather well built and appeared to be clean so there must be someone who inhabited the area and kept it neat. Even a ghost town wouldn't have such well kept houses. Maybe everybody was on break and resting? She heaved a sigh and chucked the rock into the underbrush. Unlikely since she'd seen no marks of activity on her walk over. No help for it, she'd better head on back before the sun went down completely.
Psyche turned her back on the village square and began to head into the fringe of trees, prepared to walk the few steps that would take her back onto the main road again. Funny thing was though, the more she walked, she denser the forest seemed to get. Not to mention that the air held a tangible tension that was definitely not normal, not in her book at least.
"Oh great, are you telling me I'm lost now?" she grumbled, starting to get annoyed with, of all people, herself.
Whirling around, she headed back the way she came and, instead of walking for a long time as she'd expected, ended up in the small town again as soon as though she'd never stepped but a few paces away. Psyche blinked and her eyes got wide as this fact dawned on her. What happened next was that she proceeded to run back and forth between the buildings and the trees. Each time the result was the same; walking INTO the forest, she could not get out no matter how far she went, yet walking OUT of the forest, she always got back sooner than she should have.
"This....is....not.....right....." she muttered, her frantic eyes watching the golden globe in the sky begin to face away over the horizon. None of this was right, and her time was running out. She needed to leave, and fast.
((Am I allowed to have an already Turned Crawler? Or does he have to be turned through an actual rp?))
