Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 2:02:28 GMT -6
Daif, Walid
Adonis
Adonis
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
TEAM: Civilian
SIDE: Neutral
OCCUPATION: Model, Actor, Musician.
HISTORY: As far as Walid knows, he was not born as most people are. He has never known a mother, nor a father, nor was there ever a story of him being left on a doorstep with a hurried form running away. As far as anyone is truly aware, he simply appeared one day, an infant upon a bed inside a hospital, one where no pregnant women had been in weeks, where no births had been had in months. He was truly a mystery to everyone, even the cameras simply showed an empty baby bed one moment, and then it filled the next. The mysterious child was given into the custody of the US Government upon being reported to higher authorities, under assumption that he would one day prove to be special.
That day came quicker than expected - Walid was given to a 'normal' family to be raised in a 'normal' environment. They didn't expect that within the first six months he would be fully capable of running without falling. Nor did they expect that within a year he would be capable of speaking coherent sentences. Walid seemed to grow in capability much quicker than expected, a truly boggling idea. By his third year he was capable of speaking not only English, but Persian as well, all at fluent levels. By his fourth year he could both read and write at college levels in both languages, while also learning Spanish, Latin, and Sumerian for fun.
It wasn't limited to mental skills either. In elementary school he became a member of the soccer, football, and teaball teams, while maintaining a presence at a local swim club's tournaments. In nearly any activity he attempted, physical or mental, he quickly perfected it. But he did more than that - and by the end of elementary school, he was already aware of not being his 'parents' child, as well as the fact that the government were watching him at all times.
During middle school he finally made use of his knowledge, realizing the pattern of observations and who would observe him at what point, he waited for the man he knew lead the project to be assigned. And then while crossing the street, he made the first real mistake of his life - as far as anyone knew, at least - walking in front of a large bus. The man in charge of the study of powered children was stupid enough to fall for the plan, tackling Walid out of the way and being hit by the bus - killed on impact. Briefly after his death, news of the unethical program spread into journalistic view, and became a national outrage. The program was swiftly ended, and the powered children assigned to foster care or adoption programs.
Highschool years were easy for Walid - he was the lead singer of a local band that everyone loved, while also juggling time playing football, baseball, soccer, swimming, and cross country running. He was good enough at each and every one of the things he did to be capable of being the best in his age category - while also maintaining perfect grades while taking college level courses. He explicitly refused to skip grades throughout his time in school, and enjoyed it to its fullest.
Almost every girl wanted to be with him, and more than a few guys as well, and he was happy to play along to their beat, until inevitably breaking up, and finding the next. That's not to say he didn't make enemies as well, the fact that he could throw better than the quarterback who spent forty hours a week practicing while showing no effort at all was the least of it. He was a very... polarizing existence, and most people either loved him completely, or wanted him dead.
Past highschool, he dropped out of public - and government- eye for a year, before suddenly resurfacing in Jump City, pictures of his face adorning ads all around the city, his break out into the world of modeling. And acting. And music, apparently. In a storm all at once he was cast in a popular movie, The Real League, a retelling of the forming of the Justice League and their first missions (with approval of the current league, and fictionalized backgrounds and secret identities), he held his first concert - which sold out completely, and his pictures began adorning every building in Jump.
FAMILY: Walid takes his surname from Nassar and Vera Daif, the government agents who raised him until the end of the program. He never truly formed attachments to any of the foster families who cared for him.
PERSONALITY: A bit aloof, Walid doesn't do much to show emotion beyond small charming smiles and soft chiding frowns. He has quite a big head in terms of ego, owing to his natural talent at... everything, which encourages him to constantly show these talents to anyone who wishes to see. Though he wont admit it, being seen and watched is the one bit of time in which he truly feels alive - he finds most activities he does to be quite boring on their own, but loves the feeling of eyes being on him. It's for this reason he chose to become a model, a profession that would ensure eyes would be on him. Similarly, he hates when he's forced to expend effort - he is perfectly capable of learning advanced skills much much more quickly than any normal human, if he wished he could become a master brain surgeon in only a two or three years. However, growing up with near perfect perfection mere hours or weeks after beginning a task has made him lack any sort of work ethic or dedication.
He's neither perfectly moral, nor does he really want to hurt people. He has no interest in dressing up in tights and fighting the good fight, or in robbing people on the streets. That doesn't mean he'd refuse to help someone being mugged in front of him, but he certainly wouldn't go running to save people who Supers could handle better than him.
DISLIKES: Being ignored, being overshadowed, losing, effort.
DREAMS: To have all eyes on him.
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I gotta kiss myself,
I'm so pretty.
I'm so pretty.
BODY STRUCTURE: Walid is six feet tall exactly, with a muscular build that is not overly done. He is clearly athletic and capable, but it's also clear his muscle is made more for appearance than for any need for strength. He keeps his black hair almost completely shaved, besides his facial hair.
STYLE: Looking good is the main focus of Walid, but his most distinctive trait is the turbans he wears most of the time. However, this is not an always thing - simply a style chosen to create his own niche in modelling.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: None
COSTUME: Walid doesn't dress up. When he is forced into a fight, if given the chance he will strip down and remove any shirt, preferring to fight shirtless to avoid ruining his clothes.
ODDITIES: His entire body is without blemish, and he looks as if he has full makeup at all times.
ABILITIES: Perfection - More than just his looks, Walid was born with the capability to become perfect at nearly anything he attempted, so long as he could understand what it would require to be 'perfect'. In actuality, he isn't perfect - his power is the ability to unconsciously adjust his body's strength, durability, flexibility, and even the speed (along with many other things) at which he can think to do as much as he would need to exceed what would be 'good' at a task.
He has, technically, never fully tested his limits, though he has realized that even when a 'task' refers to something such as a broken down car, he does not in fact gain the strength necessary to lift it over his head. Nor has he ever put himself to the test of weight lifting competitions or the like, in order to try to avoid the stigma that might be given if he out-lifted someone ten times as muscular as he.
Very technical skills also require a lot more work to 'master' than more simple ones, though Walid still learns quickly. Theoretical physics, rocket science, sorcery, molecular engineering, virology, or ninjutsu are all skills that Walid could potentially learn at a greater speed than others, but not ones he could master in days, or even weeks or months.
CONTROL: 10
SIDE-AFFECTS: Walid is capable of performing acts that his body type are clearly incapable of (lifting a thousand pounds, etc).
WEAKNESSES: Beyond Perfect - His power cannot on its own exceed human limitations. He cannot move faster than the human eye, punch down walls, or otherwise adapt his skill to do more than what a human's body could do.
Lazy - Walid has so much potential, infinite potential, but is too lazy to ever even attempt to use it.
Prideful - Look, you can't expect someone to be a star at everything and not get a bit of pride.
I'm too hot,
make a dragon wanna retire, man
make a dragon wanna retire, man
INTRODUCTION: The booming cheers and applause as he stepped out of the building was getting a bit tiresome. It's not that he minded the attention, it was simply that after a long day of performing, and he didn't really have much of a mind to deal with these loud preteens screaming for him. Still he had to look the part, and with a sliver of a smile and a few well placed waves, he knew he could confirm fans for life. Even better if he winked into the masses - surely there'd be some posts on his fan page about how he was clearly going to marry a dozen different girls, and half a dozen different guys. Always a fun experiment to run, while keeping his image up.
As he stepped into the back of the limousine, he gave a small smile to the crowd of women within it, a smugger one than before, "Glad to see you made it. I hope the wait wasn't too long." It's not like he actually cared, at all. But as he sat down and one slid closer, he found it easy to ignore the words being said, wrapping an arm around the bodies on each side, hands freely exploring. It wasn't a terribly long trip to his apartment, and he didn't have anything to really say as he stepped out, waving to the girls in the back as the door shut behind him. He didn't want company today.
The lavish furnishings of the penthouse apartment was enough for him, he supposed, as he settled down at the couch, flipping on the flatscreen that covered most of the wall with a sigh. It was a report about his concert, and recent rise to fame, just exactly what he wanted to see. He didn't really care to listen to most of the people speaking, though he was happy to admire his own image, happy at how the interview he had given turned out - even if most of the answers he gave were just prepared to make him look good. Clicking the television off, he laid back on the couch, and shut his eyes.
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: Kitty
CONTACT INFO: Skype me, babs.
FAVORITE COLOR: Still reppin' fuschia.[/sup]
