Post by Derick Lyes on Jan 22, 2009 23:14:57 GMT -4
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DerickMarshall, Lyes
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Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin
;;_back to BASICS
name;; Derick Marshall Lyes
nickname;; Hothead
age;; 16
birthday;; September/21/2004
place of birth;; St. Louis, Missouri
gender;; Male
sexuality;; Straight
canon;; yes
year;; Junior
occupation;; none
;;_craving for POWER
power clique;; Pyrokinetics
sub-skill;; Incineration
ability stats;; the stat points will be given by the admins upon approval of application. The better the app, the more the stat points given, so make it impressive. For more help please go here.power;;5
control;; 3
sub-skill;; 3
known limits;; When Derick is put under extreme pressure/stress of if someone gets under his skin. He sometimes loses control of his powers. He usually ends up creating a fire or his arms burst up in flames usually up to his elbows. It usually takes him a few minutes to "cool down" and get back under control. Its best not to push him when he's in this state =]
power history;;
Derick growing up alway had a temper. Around the age of 10 is when it really showed. He use to make good grades in school, but now he was starting to slip up as the work became harder, and harder. When he did get mad or frustrated, whether it be his parents or homework, his hands usually grew rather hot, causing small burns on his palms that quickly went away after a few minutes.
One day when coming him he was loaded down with homework. His friend's were going to see the latest movie later that night and he asked his mom if he could go. His mom rejected him, due to the homework, and he ran off in anger and stress. When he went into his room he slammed his fist on his desk, which instantly caught on fire. He was shocked stumbling back wards as he watched the desk go up in flames. He stared down at his hand, which was holding a ball of flames in the center of his palm.
This happened again, but this time at school. Derick was being picked on by a group of older boys and his temper got out of hand. He let his classroom on fire, causing an evacuation of the whole building. He tried his best to control the flames like he had been practicing, but it was too much and the flames spread, burning down the whole school.
After that incident, and his father's arrest, Derick lived with his grandparents where he trained himself to master his ability. He started simple with candles and the fireplace. Then he moved onto bigger things like bushes and shrubbery. His grandparent's weren't too thrilled when he caught some of their plants on fire, but it was for the best. He soon learened that through hard work and practice that he had mastered most of his ablities and his temper. Every once in awhile though, his temper will go off and he loses partial control of his flames.
;;_mirrors reveal real APPEARANCE
celeb claim;; James Lafferty
height;; 6'0
weight;; 170
eye color;; Sparkling Blue
hair color;; Dark Brown
assets;; Eyes.
flaw;; Flatfoot
distinguishing mark;; Birthmark on his shoulder blade
Derick stands at 6 feet tall, making him the perfect canidate for a basketball player, although he's never played the sport in his life. The rest of his body was shaped and toned like that of a swimmer. His chest was flat and smooth as well as his stomach. His legs were strong and his arms were just the same, toned and muscular.
His face was usually free of facial hair during the summer and spring times of the year. He occasionally grew a solid patch of dark chcolate brown hair on his chin, but that was usually during the winter months. His eyes stayed a soft forest green most of the time with little pieces of yello in them, almost mistaken for hazel. The only time they changed was when he was mad or upset, which then they would give off a soft gray color, which was still very beautiful and all.
His wardrobe conisted of a number of items, but one of those wasn't shorts. Derick never liked shorts, no one really knows why, and he doesn't either. He just simply doesn't like them. He usually wore jeans of all different makes, colors, and styles. From ripped up to acid washed, Derick was seen with a pair of jeans on everyday. His grandparents bought him mostly preppy articles of clothing. His closet was chopped full of polos and name brand t-shirts all on their hangers. In his dresser though laid all of his 'other' t-shirts. They consisted of all of the band and concert t-shirts he had bought from either the mall or concert with his summer job money.SMART. FUN. COLD.
;;_we have our own INDIVIDUALITY
likes;;
[/li][li][/color] His abilities
[/li][li][/color] Music
[/li][li][/color] Katt
[/li][li][/color] The Stars
[/li][li][/color] Movies
[/li][li][/color] Hanging out with friends[/li][/ul]
dislikes;;
[/li][li][/color] Annoying People
[/li][li][/color] Following Orders
[/li][li][/color] His Past
[/li][li][/color] His Family
[/li][li][/color]Being Alone
[/li][li][/color]School[/li][/ul]
dreams;;
[/li][li][/color] Master His Ability
[/li][li][/color] Graduate With Honors
[/li][li][/color] Travel The World
[/li][li][/color] Tell Katt How He Really Feels[/li][/ul]
fears;;
[/li][li][/color] Katt Rejecting Him
[/li][li][/color] Dieing Alone
[/li][li][/color] Failure
[/li][li][/color] His Father
[/li][li][/color] Being Alone Forever[/li][/ul]
eccentricities;;
When he gets real nervous he runs his fingers through his hair a lot. He also bites his nails when under pressure, typically right before his breaking point. He also counts his steps when he's mad, as a way to distract his thoughts and calm down so he doesn't light something on fire. He also has a real bad habit about biting his nails, which he really tries hard not to, but when he gets extremly nervous he typically does it without thinking.
Derick, on the outside, is is extremely outgoing and fun. He always carries a soft smile on his face. You could of told her the world was ending and he wouldn't care, he'd still just smile and try to make the best of it all. He always tried to help people, and make the best of their day, focusing more on their problems than his own.
He always had a way with words, influencing his class-mates to do the right thing and be smart about it all. He was typiclly a leader, not because he wanted to be, but all the other ones sucked. When something didn't go right, he always took matters into his own hands, and they usually turned out good.
Derick is really caring. He always watches out for the smaller kids at school, even though they do annoy him from time to time. He always finds time to help his grandparents around the house, as well as catch his friends when they fall down or need help. He does have trust issues though, only allowing certain people in, and others out.
On the inside though he was cold and real shallow. He felt like he had no soul, and he hated it. He felt numb all over from time to time, and barely had anyfeeling unless he was around Katt. She made his days and weekends worth while. He always felt normal around her, even though he wasn't and his life was in total chaos. Whe people start to ask questions about whats wrong, he tends to shell up, his eyes growing cold and gray. He becomes hateful and tends to bite their heads off telling them its none of their business. He thinks he has to take care of his own problems as well as everyone elses.
;;_we owe it all to HISTORY
father's name;; Jimmy Lyes (alive whereabouts unknown)
mother's name;; Amy Lyes (deceased)
siblings name;; none
significant other;; Crushing
children's name;; none
others;; Papa Lyes, and Momma Lyes (His Grandparents and Providers)
Derick was born to Jimmy and Amy Lyes on September 29,2004. His parents loved him to death and were so proud to finally have their first, and sadly their only son. They took great care of Derick. His mom stayed at home and took care of Derick, feeding him and changing him, you know, the works! His Dad worked down at a lab in the downtown area, and came home late at night sometimes in the wee hours of the morning!
This continued through most of his childhood, till around the age of 10 when they discovered his powers when his temper went off and caught his study desk on fire in the house, almost causing the whole house to burn down itself. Derick's dad saw the opportunity to get a promotion at his job. He creeped into Derick's room late one night and stole a sample of his blood. Amy caught Jimmy in the act and confronted him on it. At that time, his dad was twisted around, lusting for power. Without even thinking, he shot his own wife in front of his son. The cops were called and he was sent to jail, even though now he's escaped.
As for Derick, he was sent to live with his Grandparents outside of town. They tried to cover up many details of what happened, due to his age, but it still affected him very much. He lead a hard life after that, having difficulty adjusting to the new school and people. He knew he was a freak and was scared that if he slipped up he would hurt somebody. So, he mostly stayed to himself, only talking to certain people who needed help with their homework in class. He was a smart kid, which he hated because it reminded him of his father so much. Really he hated himself completely. Just looking into the mirror reminded him of his father, and he really wanted to just get rid of himself and do the world a favor.
His grandparents soon sent him to therapy, having numerous counclors helping him cope through it all. Something must of happened during those session cause Derick changed completely. His freshman year in high school he made tons of friends, and soon during his sophmore year was up into the rank of the elites, given the nickname Hothead by Katt and a few other of his friends.
He was later shipped off to Sentenia Academy. His Grandparents were contacted by a city official in St. Louis who had watched Derick grow up and knew about his abilities. It was hard for him to adjust again. He had developed a crush on Katt and not being able to see her really hurt. On his first day he was surprised to see her roll through the doors. He finally didn't feel alone and he adjusted quickly and easily to the new enviroment, making pleanty of friends and establishing the Elites at that school as well.
;;_totally out of CHARACTER
real name;; Jay
age;; 16
rp skill;; intermediate
rping length;; 3/4 years
read the power guideline;; fruitcake
where did you find us;; Proboards support forms.
rp sample;;
It was just another day, another dollar. Derick stood in line at the movie theater for quite awhile, his patients growing thin and weary as he stood back 7 people from the front. The first in line was a young couple, arguing cutely over what movie they wanted to see. ' Couldn't yall of done this in the car?' he thought to himself as he tapped his foot calmly. 'One..two...three..ten..twenty' he counted in his head how many times the tapped his foot, something he did to try and distract his mind when he was getting frustrated. He wasn't that little kid with a huge temper like he once was, but still something bugged him....this was one of them.
He finally just gave up, walking out of line and back outside through where he came. He dug his hands in his smoky gray Hollister jacket. It was cold out today and very gloomy, the clouds hanging in the sky like gray marble statues out of an art gallery. He withdrew his hands, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He opened the pack, taking one of them out and sticking it between his lips. He shoved the package back in his coat pocket. He glanced around carefully and made sure no one was in site. When the coast was clear he held up a finger, which sparked a tiny flame on the end of it, and held it up to the end of the cigarette. A gust of wind blew by and put out the flame before he could light it. He tried several more times and it still happened. He thought to himself that one of the kids from the Academy was messing with him.
He chuckled lightly. ' Hahaha smart ass' he thought to himself. He continued to walk and concentrated hard on the end of the cigarette. Before you knew it, the end started to smoke, it lightly burning gently as he took a hit off it. He reached up, pinching it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it from his lips as he exhaled a ball of smoke into the gloomy air. He sighed and kept walking, sticking the cigarette back between his lips, his hands gliding back into his jacket pockets.
character adoption;; Yes
;;_chapter one: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
here are some questions we will be asking for this first chapter of the plot.
willing to get your character murdered;; no not yet lol
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