Post by Drayke Kingston on Aug 12, 2008 7:28:25 GMT -5
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name;; Brendan, but call me Bren
age;; 17 years and 10 months
experience;; Er... three or four years?
time zone;; Western Australia. Megalolz. Roughly twelve hours ahead of America.
password;; no password for you!
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name;; Drayke Kingston
nicknames;; King, Gargoyle, Rocky, Super Cop
age;; 25
date of birth;; 11th of October
species;; Human (though he refers to himself as a gargoyle)
year;; (I assume this is just for students, so this'll be an N/A)
sexual orientation;; Heterosexual
occupation;;Super cop extraordinaireParanormal investigator. Or something.
face claim;; Clive Owen
general appearance;; Short, jet black hair tops an olive-skinned face with grey eyes. A single scar starts from between his right eye and ear and stops just short of the right corner of his lip, while numerous other scars decorate his chest and back. In human form he stands at 6 foot 4, and is slightly muscular. As a gargoyle, all of Drayke's features (except for his eyes) are transformed into thick, rough stone. He also sprouts large, muscular wings, grows an extra two feet in height, and all his existing muscles increase in size and strength. In addition to this, his fingers and toes sprout a set of stone claws, and his teeth become fangs. This transformation tends to leave him wearing either rags, or nothing at all.
general personality;; Drayke can be cold, sarcastic, and bitter most of the time, which usually leads to him being disliked after the first impression. However, he slowly but surely warms up to people as he gets to know them. Even then, he's not incredibly affectionate, and can still come across as rude or insensitive to those who aren't used to him.
Drayke has a strong sense of responsibility, and when he's dragged into a situation he's compelled to resolve it, no matter how resentful he may be. Still, he usually tries to stay out of other peoples' business unless he's specifically asked to help out, or if he is passionate about the situation or people involved.
Despite what he may say, he is usually more than happy to help someone out, and in fact gets quite flattered when this happens. He also has his perverted moments, and can get quite egotistical.
likes;; Being asked for help, feeling needed, doing a good job, being a dick to people he doesn't like, heights, young kids, ladies.
dislikes;; Ignorance, people who ask too many questions, trickery, manipulation (unless he gets something good out of it), having to do anything unnecessary, complicated gadgets, being replaced, angsty teenagers, sissies, ladyboys.
fears;; Not being wanted (or, more specifically, needed), being replaced, deep water (in gargoyle form), bulldozers.
quirks;; He runs his hands through his hair when he's stressed or to reassure himself, and he stretches his neck from side to side when he gets irritated. He also frowns a lot, and has a smoking problem.
secrets;; - In his gargoyle form, most assume he completely turns into stone, but in fact the layer of stone is only a couple of inches thick. If someone can get through that, they have practically free access to his insides.
- His mother died giving birth to him, causing his father to resent him. [sorry for the cliche]
- His powers (when he's around regular people, if he can help it).
- He likes soap operas.
- More of a weakness than a secret, but it's incredibly hard for him to change forms while under extreme physical or mental stress (drowning, falling, being greatly hurt).
magyck;; Human form:
Above average (but not superhuman) strength, the ability to transform into a 'gargoyle' at will, slow regeneration of gargoyle form's layer of rock. He also smells really good. He has a nice, manly musk.
Gargoyle form:
Incredibly high pain threshold (until they get through the rock), high resistance to extreme temperatures, resistance to fire, superhuman strength, heightened eyesight, smell, hearing, and speed, flight, the ability to cling to and climb most vertical surfaces.
family members;; Joan Kingston (mother, deceased), Peter Kingston (father, estranged).
history;; Born in London, Drayke was at the tender age of 0 when he murdered his mother. Of course, it was a complete accident, but Drayke's father always suspected that his son was a curse from the devil, aimed directly at him. Naturally, this suspicion was only enforced when his pride and joy transformed into a living statue of the devil for the first time.
Two weeks later, a five year old Drayke Kingston had found himself dumped on the doorstep of Happy Paddocks Orphanage, a magical place full of rainbows, candy, and the solitary confinement cells. Poor Drayke, the 'weirdo', got picked on a lot until several years later, when he finally learned the basics of his little gift and kicked some arse. After that, he was still a weirdo, just a really scary one. Every now and then a fellow orphan would ask him for some help to fend off a bully or something similar, until eventually the orphanage staff caught on and transferred him to the 'happy wing' of the establishment. He remained locked up with the disabled children for the rest of his time at the orphanage, until a strange letter found its way to him all the way from Germany.
Happy to be rid of him, the orphanage had no problem with sending him to this unknown 'Winterthorne Academy', where he finally felt almost normal. It was here that he met another young man called Jasper , who he soon became good friends with. The two parted ways after graduating from the academy, but still kept in contact.
After leaving the academy, Drayke travelled Europe as a freelance "paranormal investigator," which basically boils down to being the guy who kicks the arse of whatever goes bump in the night. Well, except for that one time he got jumped by a pack of werewolves. However, aside from leaving a good few scars, that didn't really seem to phase him. After all, what else could he do? Sit on top of churches for the rest of his life?
Fuck that.
post sample;; [This is from a vampire RP I was in about a year ago, which had a much lighter tone than Winterthorne, so if this doesn't do it for you I can always write up a new sample.]
Erros smiled and rolled over, his eyes closed and his face pressing passionately against his pillow. Right now he was sharing the bed with Jessica Alba, and he was enjoying it. He gripped the pillow closer to his face while his groin started to move forward and back, steadily increasing in speed. His head started to bend back and away from the pillow, and then suddenly lunged forward, his teeth bared.
The boy woke up in his vampiric form with a mouth full of fluff and feathers. He sat up and spat out the pillow's insides as he slowly shifted back into his human form and wearily glanced over at the alarm clock on his bedside table, then shot out of his bed and towards the wardrobe. "Faaaaaark," he muttered as he tore through his wardrobe, flinging clothes all over the room. Eventually he chose some clothes and proceeded to the bathroom in various states of undress as he changed from his bed clothes (read: underpants) to what he was wearing to school.
When he emerged from the bathroom minutes later his face was washed and his teeth were brushed, although there were still pieces of fluff and feathers poking out here and there. Now covered by a short black T-shirt and long blue jeans, he hurried back to his room in time to hear his alarm go off.
"You know what? Fuck you too," he muttered as he sat on his bed and pulled on some grey socks and white sneakers, then leapt off of the bed and towards the doorway, where he ran into the kitchen. He took some waffles from a small stack on the counter and made his way to the hall, where he turned to shout up the stairs.
"Alright Em, I'm goin' to school now, I'll be back later! Oh, and it looks like the waffle fairy left some food on the counter, so I helped myself. There's still some left though. Anyway, I'm gone Em. Have a good one!"
With that he spun around and pulled his denim jacket off the coat rack and picked his school bag up off the ground next to the door, and rushed out onto the street. Knowing Sora, he was at school already, and he was probably the one who made the waffles too.
"Cheery little turd," he muttered as he jogged down the street towards the school. "Why didn't he wake me? Late on the first day, too. Faaaaaark." Seeing the school bus as a faint shape up in the distance didn't hit too well with him either. "Fuck!" he muttered again as he picked up the pace, louder and angrier this time. After sprinting for a few moments though he decided that catching the bus wasn't everything, and he'd just walk. After all, surely it wouldn't take that long to get there. Right?
"Fuck," he said once more. Tomorrow he'd have to tell Ms. Alba he was busy.
