Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2016 18:00:16 GMT -6
SCHULTZ, DREW
d a n t e
d a n t e
AGE: 25 years
GENDER: Male
TEAM: Loner
SIDE: Hero
OCCUPATION: Music professor
NATIONALITY: Russian upbringing, Native American (Lyceen) and Mixed European ancestry
HISTORY: Drew's life has not been a happy one. Originally from a parallel world from this one, he was born to two of the greatest heroes and warriors of the modern age in the middle of a massive world war. The frozen tundra of Northern Russia was the active front of the superhuman war that had decimated the United States and most of Europe, and he was born out of wedlock to Violet Schultz, a Lyceen warrior who fought alongside Drew's father. The two of them cared for each other, but Drew himself was entirely unplanned. His formative years were spent among the resistance movement in the underground bunker on the outskirts of Moscow. He learned to defend himself early on, since his parents knew that he would one day be expected to join in the war effort if the world was still in one piece by the time he grew up.
Drew's father, William, was a hybrid Lyceen, but his mother was a fullbreed, which gave him a physiology that more closely resembles the pure line. He was trained extensively in the art of combat and war, but the pair soon found that his greatest gifting lay in his musical talent. Instruments were difficult to come by, but from an early age, he helped to raise morale by writing and playing songs for the troops at mess, and he learned all that he could about music, under the circumstances.
His first battle came at age 13, when the enemy managed to infiltrate the base and everyone had to fight for their lives. Drew's mother was killed in the fray, but Drew fought alongside his father to hold off the threat until everyone could escape. The pair of them, however, weren't so lucky. Drew and his father were captured and immediately separated. Drew spent the next five years of his life as a prisoner of war, and they used his weakness of water against him in torture, looking for information. He tried not to give them any information, but he gave them more than he intended.
Luck was on his side. The attack that they planned was the attack that led the rebellion back to him, and he was freed. Now with personal reasons to fight for the rebellion, he joined the cause at age 18, with the principal goal of finding and freeing his father. His fighting was often vicious and dirty, whatever it took to defeat the enemy, but he always did his best to protect the few civilians who were left. He never saw himself as a good man, but he knew what his father would have wanted him to do, and he did it.
The next three years, he fought for the cause, but there was no end in sight. He found love in a young Lyceen, and got married. They had a daughter when Drew was 20 years of age, and he adored his young family, but the losses of his past made him distant and paranoid, much to his wife's displeasure. He tried to keep his family safe and away from the lines, but an old enemy had taken his escape personally, and targeted him specifically.
The fateful day came when the villain known as Destin found the safehouse where he was keeping his family. After murdering Karen, Destin kidnapped Drew's daughter and lured him to the prison where William was being kept. The villain sprung his trap as soon as Drew arrived, tearing a hole in spacetime in an attempt to banish him to a world outside of time. What Destin didn't count on was William, who destroyed the device at the cost of his own life. The portal destablized, and Drew and his young daughter were both flung across the timeline.
Drew landed in this Jump City four years ago, and he found that Natalie was nowhere to be found, but there was a young version of his father who lived in the relatively peaceful world. His mother, however, died on this world before she ever met his father. Taking his cue from the heroes of this strange new plane, he chose a quiet identity and enrolled in the local college, using some leftover technology from the war to create a paper trail and digital footprint for himself. Four years later, he has his undergrad degree and is working on his Master's degree in music composition while working at the college.
He chose the name Dante as his alter ego and spends his nights searching for the technology or person who could return him to his own universe and find his daughter. He still fights for the defenseless, but mostly he tries to prevent the war that tore apart his world.
FAMILY: Violet Schultz (mother, deceased), William Talbot (father, deceased [sort of]), Karen Talbot (wife, deceased), Natalie Talbot (daughter, missing)
PERSONALITY: Drew was raised as a soldier, and he often finds it a difficult persona to abandon. His students assume that he was in the army, but he never talks about his past if he can help it. The serious, responsible nature seems a direct contrast to his tendency to indulge in vice, especially drinking, but he sometimes would rather forget his past than face the possibility that he will never return home.
He strives to be a good man, but he is more often ruthless and pragmatic, and does the right thing based on choice, rather than innate impulse. He struggles with defeating his enemies but not killing them, because of the war he grew up fighting. On a core level, he has a good heart, but it is buried by a callused exterior that only seems to come down when he plays or listens to music.
On a personal level, Drew struggles with getting close to people because he has lost so many people in the past. Once he is close to someone, however, he is extremely loyal and protective. He is a person who falls prey to hate and anger far more readily than he would care to admit, and this fuels his more aggressive nature. His sense of humor is fairly dark, and he is more likely to smirk than laugh.
DISLIKES: Cold water, rain, extreme noise, enclosed spaces, pointless fighting, cats, ignorant people, useless people
DREAMS: A world without war, being reunited with his daughter
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YOUR EMPTY CONVICTIONS ARE WORTHLESS
unless you fight for the right to keep them
unless you fight for the right to keep them
BODY STRUCTURE: His Lyceen ancestry has granted him both height and dense musculature, but a hard life has kept him lean and athletic, rather than solid. He stands at 6'8" and weighs a tick over 300 pounds.
STYLE: As a teacher, he has to look respectable, so he usually wears a pair of nice jeans and a button down shirt. He keeps a thick brown leather bracelet on his right wrist at all times. He covers all of his tattoos and scars when he is working.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: No piercings, but he has a number of tattoos. The largest is across his shoulder blades, and it says "In Memory" in Russian cyrillic. Below that, he has tattoos of all of the family members he has lost, also in Russian. His unit tattoo, a howling wolf inside a crescent moon, is on his left shoulder, while his tribal tattoo from his mother's clan is on his right shoulder. The underside of his right wrist is marked with a war prison barcode and ID number, but he keeps this covered with his bracelet.
COSTUME: Dante's costume is Romanesque in design. The chest plate, pauldrons, spaulder, and greaves are golden in color, but are made from an alloy that was developed for the Resistance to maximize strength while maintaining a low weight. They have a royal blue flame pattern on the armor for accent. The rest of his skin is covered by dark blue to black cloth, though the mask only covers the bottom half of his face, from the nose down. He also wears a hood. He carries his ancestral two handed greatsword in a sheath down his back. His feet are protected by black combat boots.
ODDITIES: His first language is Russian, and that means that he has a bit of an accent, and has trouble with contractions. He also takes extremely hot showers and sleeps with earbud headphones to drown out the white noise of the city.
ABILITIES: Flame control and immunity, extreme speed, enhanced strength and senses, healing factor, transforms into a massive black bipedal wolf with blue flame wings (cannot fly). Also very musically gifted.
CONTROL: 8.5
SIDE-AFFECTS: Flame that he creates or controls is always blue. His eyes glow when he uses his fire powers, and he leaves a blue streak when he uses his speed.
WEAKNESSES: Silver is poisonous to his system (burn and rash on the skin, can be fatal in the bloodstream). Cold water causes extreme pain, and prolonged exposure drains his system and can cause illness. He sometimes struggles with suppressing his killer instinct that was developed while he was a soldier. He is also uncomfortable with enclosed spaces.
I ALWAYS KNEW I'D LOSE YOU
didn't know i'd lose me too
didn't know i'd lose me too
INTRODUCTION: The street was unusually quiet for Jump City. In a place like this, he'd come to expect a lot of noise, especially since the cars and machinery made a near constant hum that followed him even unto his sleeping hours. He almost didn't notice the unnatural quiet as he walked down the stairs from his office. His guitar was slung over his shoulder as he carried a stack of files from his students' assessments, and he was more focused on the task at hand, for once. He needed to find the time to really think out his next few responses, since musical students tended to take assessments like these much more seriously than most others, as if his very word carried the weight of their future.
It was almost bemusing how seriously they took their careers, but then they had never had to worry about anything quite so life threatening as he had. If he had his way, they never would. The biggest worries in their life would be whether or not the rock scene was ready for their hip new sound. The thought was enough to tug a half smile across his lips as he adjusted the paper in hand, lining it all up more carefully. There was not many reports left to finish, which meant that he might be able to squeeze a couple of hours of work into his new composition.
"Give me your money!" he faintly overheard, his head turning toward the sound.
Or maybe he wouldn't be getting to his piano quite as quickly as he had hoped. Putting the stack of papers on the stoop next to him, he pulled the guitar case free of his shoulder and lay it carefully against the building, momentarily concerned that it would get stolen while he was busy. A growl rumbled in his chest as shook his head at himself. Look how domesticated he'd gotten, that he would even hesitate on behalf of a material possession over a person's life. His father would have been ashamed of him.
Getting to the lonely corner of abandoned nowhere where he kept his uniform took a few seconds, but changing took longer. By the time he got back to the alley, he found that it had taken him too long. The woman's blood coated the dirty concrete and asphalt, and her still body lay crumpled against the brick wall, while the man whose scent was overlaid in her blood was getting further away every second. He knelt to feel at her throat with shaking fingers, and felt nothing but his own pulse, slowly rising in speed. His low snarl echoed in the artificial canyon as he turned toward the scent and stood to follow, becoming little more than a shadow in pursuit.
Those papers would be waiting a long time. There was filthy blood that needed to be spilled, and a life that needed to be avenged.
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: Kitsu
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FAVORITE COLOR: Blue [/sup]