Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 14:55:34 GMT -6
Almost done, had an unexpected event come up
AGE: 19
GENDER: male
TEAM: Loner
SIDE: Hero-ish
OCCUPATION: Student/Private Security Officer
NATIONALITY: Mixed, Irish and Native American
HISTORY:
Growing up in the more Rural reaches of Southern Texas, in Richards near the Sam Houston National Forrest,(east of College Station and northwest of Houston) the Talbot Family prospered for a number of generations, the men working as park rangers and local Lawmen, the women raising children, while being teachers, town and county council members and even Lawyers.
But five years ago, everything changed, when fourteen year old Christina Talbot vanished from her home without a trace. This shook the whole family to their core, and ended with the immediate family disintegrating over the next four years as James took to drinking, and Jessica lost herself in the darker corners of the Internet looking for any sign of her daughter. in time, the marriage failed, and William, a start student athlete was stuck in the middle of a messy and drawn out divorce. Graduating by the skin of his teeth, Will then left his still embattled home and fled west to Arizona to live with his Grandparents near the 4 corners. it was here that he learned the deepest and most ancient secrets of his ancient heritage. Being descended of Ly-Ceen and Meta-Human hybrids, William's family history has culminated in himself, a powerhouse of fire and raw power bound up in a single person, trained and taught, born bred and raised to be a champion.
FAMILY: Father-James Allen Talbot, Mother-Jessica Deena Talbot = Both deceased, Sister-Christina Marie Talbot = Missing, 5 years. Grandfather-Jonathan Silverfang (mothers father) Henry and Mave Talbot (fathers Parents)
PERSONALITY:
Will is normally a fairly friendly and outgoing person, thoughtful and observant (mostly) fiercely loyal, undyingly protective, shockingly careless (at lest with himself) reckless and mildly arrogant, yet also hopelessly romantic, he's like everyone's big brother, dream date and biggest headache all in one mildly hyperactive package.
The one thing that William also tries hardest to hide, is his fear of failure, which may not seem like such an uncommon phobia or a big deal unless you take into account the darkest and most basic hidden trait Blaze has: An Obsessive fear of rejection. This tiny but POWERFUL flaw is deeply rooted in his relationship with his parents, and the insanely high expectations they held over him since his powers started showing at age 9.
They both pushed him to excel, to be the best he could be, his father training him like he was going to BE the whole US Marine Corps rather than JOIN it, and his mother drilling into him and his sister the highest and utmost stringent moral and religious ideals.
Some might theorize that Will could be clinically crazy, since his only partial rebellion to his parents teachings has resulted in him being highly careless (almost to the point of having a death wish) overly driven, as well almost dispassionately removed from any mainstream religious, political, or social confines norm or guidance, his world view being like the Hippocratic Oath: "First, do no harm..." so long as other people are not suffering, highly distressed or dying from his actions, no matter what its does to him, then he's okay with it.
Still one of his most endearing quality's is his empathy for others, partly due to his powers, and partly due to his personality, William is very compassionate, and kind hearted to people in need, and rather vengeful towards people who are abusive and vindictive.
DISLIKES: Bullies, Addicts, Lazy people, Liars
DREAMS: A world were everyone is safe, free and left alone.
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BODY STRUCTURE: Solid and well defined, William's Six Feet and Seven Inch frame tips the scales at a massive Three-hundred and fifty pounds, due to his vastly denser human bones and muscles.
STYLE: Blue jeans and T-shirts mostly, with various jackets and hoodies depending upon the weather.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: Will has an ancient Ly-Ceen Tribal Tattoo on his right shoulder, a disk designedly packed with intricate symbols and designs that have meanings dating back to before the rise of humanity on planet earth.
COSTUME: William is currently building and upgrading a suit of armor modeled after a design old as his Star-flung ancestry, made from both old parts and new, the armored Werewolf like specter is designed to offer the best possible balance of movement, protection, and visual impact.
ODDITIES: William is allergic to most types of Fish, as well as some heavy metals (Mercury, Iron, Nickle, and Silver namely) in high doses they are poisonous to him.
ABILITIES: Enhanced Senses, Strength and Speed, an accelerated regenerative healing factor and advanced Pyro-kinetic powers.
CONTROL: 7.5
SIDE-AFFECTS: His eyes glow when he is using his powers, he also has an elevated resting body temperature, hyper accelerated metabolic rate, and an aversion to extreme cold.
WEAKNESSES: Above named metals can cause damage to his person, in the same ways that poisoning would a normal person, also affects his powers, such as his senses, healing factor, and projection of his pyro-kinetic abilities.
INTRODUCTION:
Fastening the clip on his duty belt, Will sighed softly as he adjusted the vinyl and leather strap on his waist and gave himself another once over in the bathroom mirror. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, he turned the water on full hot and started washing his hands, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall by the door. Five before the top of the hour, bathroom break over, time to go back to work. Drying his hands with a paper towel and a burst of heat from his fingertips, he trotted out of the small office space behind the leasing office and and started his next rotation out to patrol the expansive complex of up-scale townhouses, the early spring night crisp and clear.
"Three-seven-seven to three-oh-five, I'm out on foot, back from my ten-ten, what's your twenty, over?" he spoke into the clunky old radio attachment clipped to his shirt, the even clunkier radio swinging from it's elastic strap on his belt next to his over sized flashlight, the chirping of his partner and training officer connecting sounded like a digital chime; "This is three-oh-five, I'm at the front gate chatting with the Patrol Captain, he's gonna make a munchies run for us, want anything in-particular rookie?"
Will grunted in thought before replying drying; "Solid copy oh-five, I'll take a large peperoni pizza with a half gallon of chocolate milk and a pack of smokes, there's a twenty under my laptop in the front office, tell him he can keep the change, out." the laughter broadcast in reply was unprofessional, but it was followed by the Captain himself replying; "This is two-oh-two, three-seven-seven, that's a ten-four, see you back here in fifteen kid."
Turning the corner on the joke of a footpath, William skirted the larger of the sites two swimming pools, to go and check the far back guest parking lot. it was meant to be blocked off for the coming weekend, so that it could be properly patched and repaired, but there was a dark colored truck parked there, the yellow safety tape that he had tied off and used to block the single entry point hanging from the drivers side-view mirror. The lights were off, but he could sense the heat from under the hood, the faint hissing of steam indicating that the vehicle had possibly overheated. eying it carefully, Will approached the vehicle from behind, his hand on the grip of his pistol as he keyed his radio; "Three-oh-five, this is three-seven-seven, can you run a tag for me? We have a vehicle in the north guest parking lot, black late model Fisk pickup, California dealer tag five-alpha-hotel-three-four-eight-nine-gamma, over."
"Wait one." the radio chirped before it chimed again; "Kid get back to the gates, we just got a wave from Pee Dee, they are looking for that exact truck, and are coming in hot, claws out. Get to the west gate and lock it down in case they try to rabbit!"
William blinked then turned, looking around the lot carefully, as he turned and trotted towards the west exit gate near the main entrance and the Security Shack.
'Looks like we will have a little action for tonight after all...' he thought to himself as he glanced back over his shoulder and keyed his radio again; "Copy boss, I'm on my way, also if you can, advise Pee Dee that the truck appears empty and looks over--" he stopped as he felt the sudden spike of thermal energy build up, then expand in an explosion of steam and gasoline, a loud series of banging sounds reverberating in the brick canyon of buildings as the truck burst into flames and deformed under the sudden forces that acted upon it. Will staggered back a few steps, as a bit of the truck fluttered to the ground next to him, then he heard the radio trill an alert tone, a number of voices calling out as he grabbed his flashlight and shone it around, looking for anything that stuck out, apart from the smoldering truck in the middle of the parking lot.
"This is Goldmans Security Officer three-seven-seven, BOLO Vehicle has self-destructed, cause unknown, no apparent casualties, Three-Seven-seven clear..."
A little action huh?
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: Mac?
CONTACT INFO: uhh... PM me here?
FAVORITE COLOR: the number 7! [/sup]
Talbot, William James
"Blaze"
"Blaze"
AGE: 19
GENDER: male
TEAM: Loner
SIDE: Hero-ish
OCCUPATION: Student/Private Security Officer
NATIONALITY: Mixed, Irish and Native American
HISTORY:
Growing up in the more Rural reaches of Southern Texas, in Richards near the Sam Houston National Forrest,(east of College Station and northwest of Houston) the Talbot Family prospered for a number of generations, the men working as park rangers and local Lawmen, the women raising children, while being teachers, town and county council members and even Lawyers.
But five years ago, everything changed, when fourteen year old Christina Talbot vanished from her home without a trace. This shook the whole family to their core, and ended with the immediate family disintegrating over the next four years as James took to drinking, and Jessica lost herself in the darker corners of the Internet looking for any sign of her daughter. in time, the marriage failed, and William, a start student athlete was stuck in the middle of a messy and drawn out divorce. Graduating by the skin of his teeth, Will then left his still embattled home and fled west to Arizona to live with his Grandparents near the 4 corners. it was here that he learned the deepest and most ancient secrets of his ancient heritage. Being descended of Ly-Ceen and Meta-Human hybrids, William's family history has culminated in himself, a powerhouse of fire and raw power bound up in a single person, trained and taught, born bred and raised to be a champion.
FAMILY: Father-James Allen Talbot, Mother-Jessica Deena Talbot = Both deceased, Sister-Christina Marie Talbot = Missing, 5 years. Grandfather-Jonathan Silverfang (mothers father) Henry and Mave Talbot (fathers Parents)
PERSONALITY:
Will is normally a fairly friendly and outgoing person, thoughtful and observant (mostly) fiercely loyal, undyingly protective, shockingly careless (at lest with himself) reckless and mildly arrogant, yet also hopelessly romantic, he's like everyone's big brother, dream date and biggest headache all in one mildly hyperactive package.
The one thing that William also tries hardest to hide, is his fear of failure, which may not seem like such an uncommon phobia or a big deal unless you take into account the darkest and most basic hidden trait Blaze has: An Obsessive fear of rejection. This tiny but POWERFUL flaw is deeply rooted in his relationship with his parents, and the insanely high expectations they held over him since his powers started showing at age 9.
They both pushed him to excel, to be the best he could be, his father training him like he was going to BE the whole US Marine Corps rather than JOIN it, and his mother drilling into him and his sister the highest and utmost stringent moral and religious ideals.
Some might theorize that Will could be clinically crazy, since his only partial rebellion to his parents teachings has resulted in him being highly careless (almost to the point of having a death wish) overly driven, as well almost dispassionately removed from any mainstream religious, political, or social confines norm or guidance, his world view being like the Hippocratic Oath: "First, do no harm..." so long as other people are not suffering, highly distressed or dying from his actions, no matter what its does to him, then he's okay with it.
Still one of his most endearing quality's is his empathy for others, partly due to his powers, and partly due to his personality, William is very compassionate, and kind hearted to people in need, and rather vengeful towards people who are abusive and vindictive.
DISLIKES: Bullies, Addicts, Lazy people, Liars
DREAMS: A world were everyone is safe, free and left alone.
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"I think you don't want to do that...
... It'll cost ya' to find out."
... It'll cost ya' to find out."
BODY STRUCTURE: Solid and well defined, William's Six Feet and Seven Inch frame tips the scales at a massive Three-hundred and fifty pounds, due to his vastly denser human bones and muscles.
STYLE: Blue jeans and T-shirts mostly, with various jackets and hoodies depending upon the weather.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: Will has an ancient Ly-Ceen Tribal Tattoo on his right shoulder, a disk designedly packed with intricate symbols and designs that have meanings dating back to before the rise of humanity on planet earth.
COSTUME: William is currently building and upgrading a suit of armor modeled after a design old as his Star-flung ancestry, made from both old parts and new, the armored Werewolf like specter is designed to offer the best possible balance of movement, protection, and visual impact.
ODDITIES: William is allergic to most types of Fish, as well as some heavy metals (Mercury, Iron, Nickle, and Silver namely) in high doses they are poisonous to him.
ABILITIES: Enhanced Senses, Strength and Speed, an accelerated regenerative healing factor and advanced Pyro-kinetic powers.
CONTROL: 7.5
SIDE-AFFECTS: His eyes glow when he is using his powers, he also has an elevated resting body temperature, hyper accelerated metabolic rate, and an aversion to extreme cold.
WEAKNESSES: Above named metals can cause damage to his person, in the same ways that poisoning would a normal person, also affects his powers, such as his senses, healing factor, and projection of his pyro-kinetic abilities.
"You just said 'Nobody can stop me'...
... Well, here I am."
... Well, here I am."
INTRODUCTION:
Fastening the clip on his duty belt, Will sighed softly as he adjusted the vinyl and leather strap on his waist and gave himself another once over in the bathroom mirror. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, he turned the water on full hot and started washing his hands, his eyes darting to the clock on the wall by the door. Five before the top of the hour, bathroom break over, time to go back to work. Drying his hands with a paper towel and a burst of heat from his fingertips, he trotted out of the small office space behind the leasing office and and started his next rotation out to patrol the expansive complex of up-scale townhouses, the early spring night crisp and clear.
"Three-seven-seven to three-oh-five, I'm out on foot, back from my ten-ten, what's your twenty, over?" he spoke into the clunky old radio attachment clipped to his shirt, the even clunkier radio swinging from it's elastic strap on his belt next to his over sized flashlight, the chirping of his partner and training officer connecting sounded like a digital chime; "This is three-oh-five, I'm at the front gate chatting with the Patrol Captain, he's gonna make a munchies run for us, want anything in-particular rookie?"
Will grunted in thought before replying drying; "Solid copy oh-five, I'll take a large peperoni pizza with a half gallon of chocolate milk and a pack of smokes, there's a twenty under my laptop in the front office, tell him he can keep the change, out." the laughter broadcast in reply was unprofessional, but it was followed by the Captain himself replying; "This is two-oh-two, three-seven-seven, that's a ten-four, see you back here in fifteen kid."
Turning the corner on the joke of a footpath, William skirted the larger of the sites two swimming pools, to go and check the far back guest parking lot. it was meant to be blocked off for the coming weekend, so that it could be properly patched and repaired, but there was a dark colored truck parked there, the yellow safety tape that he had tied off and used to block the single entry point hanging from the drivers side-view mirror. The lights were off, but he could sense the heat from under the hood, the faint hissing of steam indicating that the vehicle had possibly overheated. eying it carefully, Will approached the vehicle from behind, his hand on the grip of his pistol as he keyed his radio; "Three-oh-five, this is three-seven-seven, can you run a tag for me? We have a vehicle in the north guest parking lot, black late model Fisk pickup, California dealer tag five-alpha-hotel-three-four-eight-nine-gamma, over."
"Wait one." the radio chirped before it chimed again; "Kid get back to the gates, we just got a wave from Pee Dee, they are looking for that exact truck, and are coming in hot, claws out. Get to the west gate and lock it down in case they try to rabbit!"
William blinked then turned, looking around the lot carefully, as he turned and trotted towards the west exit gate near the main entrance and the Security Shack.
'Looks like we will have a little action for tonight after all...' he thought to himself as he glanced back over his shoulder and keyed his radio again; "Copy boss, I'm on my way, also if you can, advise Pee Dee that the truck appears empty and looks over--" he stopped as he felt the sudden spike of thermal energy build up, then expand in an explosion of steam and gasoline, a loud series of banging sounds reverberating in the brick canyon of buildings as the truck burst into flames and deformed under the sudden forces that acted upon it. Will staggered back a few steps, as a bit of the truck fluttered to the ground next to him, then he heard the radio trill an alert tone, a number of voices calling out as he grabbed his flashlight and shone it around, looking for anything that stuck out, apart from the smoldering truck in the middle of the parking lot.
"This is Goldmans Security Officer three-seven-seven, BOLO Vehicle has self-destructed, cause unknown, no apparent casualties, Three-Seven-seven clear..."
A little action huh?
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: Mac?
CONTACT INFO: uhh... PM me here?
FAVORITE COLOR: the number 7! [/sup]