Post by Falon Risque on Dec 22, 2008 17:13:35 GMT -4
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FALLINMERCE, RISQUE
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You don’t impress me. You don’t intimidate me.
Fuck you little bitches, walk this hall of shame.
You don’t know who you are; you live to lie and lie to be free?
You social fucks and with only friends that follow your trends.
No one would care about you if you didn’t look like one of them.
;;_back to BASICS
name;; fallin merce risque
nickname;; mercy, risky
age;; sixteen
birthday;; january 1st
place of birth;; miami
gender;; male
sexuality;; bisexual
canon;; naw
year;; junior
occupation;; student
;;_craving for POWER
power clique;; shifter/ morphor
sub-skill;; animal shifting
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;; signifies your characters power level
control;; signifies your characters control level
sub-skill;; signifies your characters mastery of his/her sub-skill
known limits;; he gets stuck in form sometimes
power history;;When Fallin was born, as usual with most breed children though rare for his specific classification his first exhibition of power was at birth; where he'd ripped his way out of his mothers stomach in the form of a ravening wolf pup. Though fortunately for him his mother was apart of the rare thirty percent of breed mothers that survived the birth of there special children. Though after such a traumatic incident no doubt it had left his mother changed. She watched him grow though he didn't show any further signs of power until his sixth birthday where he spotted a bird that he really liked outside his bedroom window and was suddenly flying out the window with the bird as an exact replica of itself.
As he grew older he began experimenting with other forms and by the time as he was ten he had mastered all the animals that frequented his neighborhood. He could even do small transformations such as giving himself pointed ears, fangs and claws or slit eyes. Even smaller things such as changing the color of his eyes or hair. He was fascinated with the powers he had and thought to show it to his friends, it was then that he tasted the bitterness of prejudice. It wasn't long after that, that Dr. Sullivan came and stole him away from his blood drenched home.
;;_mirrors reveal real APPEARANCE
celeb claim;; Brandon Killen
height;; 5’4”
weight;; 105
eye color;; jade
hair color;; whatever comes out the bottle
assets;; exotic eyes
flaw;; underweight
distinguishing mark;; the letters F-A-K-E are tattooed on the back of his fingers on his right hand.Even before his mastery of his powers Fallin had always been what they'd call a 'pretty boy'. It would appear he had barely inherited any masculine looks from his unknown Father, but all the beauty of his mother. This included his natural wavy black curls that he has straightened and cuts in to many different styles and colors, along with his full pouting lips that are a pale pink color and perfect for his round face and angular eyes that always seem just a little sad even when he's smiling.
His eyes are naturally an exotic jade color which seems to be the only thing he inherited from his father, though he can't be sure since his mother rarely looked at him for him to tell if her hybrid eyes were part green as well. His body is lean and on the scrawny side, its not that he doesn't eat just that he doesn't eat enough to gain weight. Though he sometimes shifts his weight so as to allay suspicions from the nurses that he's starving himself, the unwanted attention is just bothersome. His flesh is smooth but unnaturally pale due to being cooped up at home for most of his life since his mother was a little nutty. Sometimes when he moves at the right angle his bones show through his flesh and its not the pure press of a skeleton under flesh its just a faint dimpling of the flesh around the base of his ribs.
The clothes he chooses to wear usually amplifies how thick and gorgeous his ass is. Choosing to wear tight pants and odd shirts that are usually sized for children such as his favorite Dr. Seuss shirt or black and white striped socks and black converse Fallin is always dressed not to impress but to individualize and rebel. His piercings always stand out on his skin along with the tattoo of FAKE on his right hand.
;;_we have our own INDIVIDUALITY
likes;;
[/li][li][/color] sex
[/li][li][/color] make up
[/li][li][/color] colors
[/li][li][/color] cigarettes[/li][/ul]
dislikes;;
[/li][li][/color] popular kids
[/li][li][/color] assimilators
[/li][li][/color] authority
[/li][li][/color] being out of smokes[/li][/ul]
dreams;;
[/li][li][/color] of love
[/li][li][/color] of a smarter society
[/li][li][/color] to not be judged
[/li][li][/color] to trust people[/li][/ul]
fears;;
[/li][li][/color] being stuck in one form
[/li][li][/color] closed spaces
[/li][li][/color] commitment
[/li][li][/color] crowds[/li][/ul]
eccentricities;; nail biting
Fallin in short is a bitch. Despite how fragile and innocent he looks he takes no crap from anyone and tends to have a somewhat condescending attitude towards everyone else. He is indifferent to most peoples feelings and lives for his own self gratification. His demeanor is cold and somewhat intimidating and because of that he's seen as an untouchable beauty, pined after by many a girl and secretly many a boy as well he tends to shun many offers of intimacy saying that they weren't worth his time. Through this he's become difficult to approach and this makes it hard for him to make friends.
He doesn't mind being alone and is mostly alone outside of his classes, rather than the stalkers that are determined to get him to open up no one really pays attention to him, though he obviously stands out. He also has a trust issue and a strange fetish for eyes, being a shifter the intimate details of the human anatomy is a class he favors most out of all the courses he's required to take. He has become somewhat of a human..eheh...breed lie detector. Watching the motions of peoples bodies as they spoke to others and chuckling to himself at some of the most ridiculous lies.
Fallin is in essence a people watcher, and though he hates the eyes the most on the human body he also cherishes their blatant honest yet curses it as well. Fallin has a minor phobia of the human eye, he despises it because he feels that it watches him and judges him. This phobia has somewhat shaped his reaction to people, he rarely gives eye contact choosing to stare off in to space in his own little world or glance at other things while speaking to people he deems worthy enough to hear the dulcet sounds of his voice. Fallin is also a very picky person, he stares only at specific shades of eyes, mostly choosing to avoid hybrid eye colors at all costs and green or blue eyes. Fallin is tolerable though, intelligent as well and is nice to those who are nice to him first, he doesn't bare grudges against all people, just ignorant retarded people and beings that make his 'ain't shit' meter chime.
;;_we owe it all to HISTORY
father's name;; n/a
mother's name;; irina king
siblings name;; aria king
significant other;; singular & lookin’
children's name;; psh, ch’yeah right
others;; scooter – little rat stolen from the biology lab
Fallin had never had it easy, from his birth where he'd ripped his mothers stomach out to the hell hole he lived in when he'd left the hospital the first day with her. He had know idea the truth behind his birth, nor how utterly ridiculous it would sound to his ears. You see from the time Fallin could understand everything his Mother said, she told him the same story over and over again.[/i][/color]
Fallin's Mother Irina was raped by a jester at a carnival some miles away from Miami in another county, in the dark behind the circus tent he had been conceived. The father being a painted faced freak, or that was how his Mother had described it. She had said that his voice seemed to have lured her to the place, that as he touched her her mind had blanked and when she woke up he was zipping himself up and she was half naked. This led Fallin to believe that his Father had been the one to pass the Breed gene down, for his mother had no special powers other than luring foolish rich men home where she would fuck them for money to 'get by'.
Thats right, from a young age Fallin remembered hiding under his bed and crying pitifully as he listened to the sounds of sex coming from the room across from his. He had peered out the door a few times and seen how roughly the men had treated his mother, seen them sprinkle money over her used body as if she wasn't anything important in the world. A few times they had even requested him, mistaking Fallin for Irina's daughter rather than her son but some knew and they still asked her for a taste. It was on these nights that he hid, afraid that his mother would say yes.
It wasn't like she loved him anyway, Fallin's mother never even gave him the courtesy of looking at him when she spoke to him, in fact she rarely spoke to him. She took care of him but she never loved him, never cared for this freak that she'd given birth too. Then at five he'd rediscovered his powers, and had quietly amused himself playing with animals and making them his only friends. But soon the neighborhood kids had gotten wind of his strange gifts, old women and their wives tales after all. Fallin began to hate the disgusting house wives that had nothing better to do then watch his sorrowful life play out and gossip about it from there disgusting painted lips and there over done eyes bulging out of their heads in life destroying excitement.
After all, as long as it was someone else's problem why should they be sympathetic? Why should they help the child? Fallin was soon cornered by the children who had demanded to know the truth. So he'd shown them, by changing in to one of the neighbor kids golden retriever dutifully named lassie, though the dog never said a word as to help him with his situation. They shunned him after that, calling him harsh names and throwing things at him. Except for one girl, one girl stood apart from the crowd and became his friend. She was later killed for it, though they would all claim it was an accident, Suzy loved to swim there was no way she would drown in her bath tub...but then again her Father had never been the most accepting man after all he was still a racist in this day and age.
Hatemongers.
Three years later at the age of ten, Fallin's mother packed the car and drove off deciding that she would take Fallin to the circus. Fallin was excited, he'd never been to far out of the neighborhood before and his Mother had promised him a lot of good things at the carnival. He hadn't thought it strange at the time that she'd suddenly decided to be nice to him, he had merely thought that she'd finally decided it was ok to love him. Blindly Fallin clung to that desperate hope that maybe just maybe his Mother really did care about him and he ran out of the car in to the carnival his mother following behind.
Fallin looked up and there was a jester, holding a hand full of balloons. He told his Mother he'd get one and ran away from her, but as he got there there were no balloons left. Fallin had turned around and his Mother had not been there. He searched the carnival for an hour and could not find her, afterward as the carnival closed behind him he walked back to the train station they had passed on the way and got a ticket back to Miami. As he arrived home, he staggered around the city avoiding the police, lost for three days he finally made it back home covered in dirt and cuts and bruises from his stay outside. What he heard wasn't the least bit satisfying. Somewhere in Fallin's child heart he'd believed that it had been a test, that his mother would welcome him home with open arms but she didn't.
Instead Fallin listened to his Mother and some man fight about money and other things. He heard the man sound outraged that Irina had been selling her body for sex and it sounded like he was trying to own her. Finally she snapped and screamed at him that she had abandoned his disgusting child at the carnival where he belonged and retold the story of him as a jester raping her and how much she hated him for what he had done. The man grew quiet and then the screaming started once more, though it was different somehow. Fallin had burst in the door and the jade eyes that glared viciously at him smeared in blood were the eyes that would haunt his nightmares, the man he had understood as his father ran out past him as he staggered in to his house towards his badly hurt mother on the couch.
Irina had stared up at him with a psychotic smile on her face, through destroyed bloody lips she'd told him to call the hospital, that she would take him back to the carnival if he'd just help her. Fallin picked the knife up off the ground and finished his Mother off. For the next five days he ate slept and did everything as he normally would do, until the police came. He'd scratched the eyes out of every picture in the house, and gouged his mothers eyes out as well. When the police asked why he'd gouged his mothers eyes out he'd simply said:
"Mommy was looking at me like she was angry."
Fallin was sent to an orphanage afterward, where he was adopted at the age of 13 by a loving couple that offered to send him to school when he was ready. At fourteen Fallin entered highschool in St. Louis, but not long after that at sixteen Dr. Sullivan found him and bribed his foster parents with a check and a scholarship to Sententia, the rest was just...
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;;_totally out of CHARACTER
real name;; Taylor
age;; 17
rp skill;; depends
rping length;; 4 years
read the guidelines;; fruitcake
where did you find us;; tattewed on jan’s forehead <3
rp sample;;
Lethario bore his fangs in annoyance. How was it fucking possible that a creature had been birthed on to this earth that could bother him to this extent? He moved with a flicker suddenly crouched on the table his clawed hands resting just below his thighs as his honeyed eyes stared at Marius with an angry intent. Marius may have been old as dirt and had experience with commanding battalions and the like but Lethario would not be swayed by this beast.
"Why don't you just fucking piss on her so we all know she's yours? Your like a dog with a bone, Lady Effie isn't some toy you can have all to yourself. She has a duty to the people of her coven that love her and respect her."
This was rapidly escalating in to a fight and though Lethario didn't want that he was tired of Marius always bitching about him. He may have thought that Lethario needed to grow up but as far as he was concerned the immature one was Marius. Always snapping at any male that got to close to Effie, it was no wonder no one in the fucking coven but Effie even liked him in the least. Over possessive to the point where it was ridiculous and wild to boot! He really was a ticking time bomb and now Lethario understood why his stomach would lurch everytime he was around the wild beast of a man.
"Get over yourself, Lady Effie knows its a joke but you just can't seem to get that. I'm not trying to step on your toes or hers, since I have to explain myself to you master since you obviously can't make sense of my actions like Lady Effie can I will."
Lethario moved a fraction of an inch closer, he could get directly up in Marius' face because he knew for a fact he was faster than the man. Much faster, without all those unnecessary muscles in his way. Not to mention his job was chasing down slaves and runaways. He had always been faster than the average vampire, much faster, it was because of the life he'd led before he'd arrived at this coven.
"Before I got to this coven I was with my sire. I traveled around the world and learned many things. But something happened that forced me to come here, I cried, I haven't cried since then and at that moment I bonded with Lady Effie. Since Lady Effie clearly understands that the only reason I tease her as relentlessly as I do is because I feel that I have to prove myself worthy of her and that I'm still embarrassed no matter how many centuries ago that was that I still hate the fact that I cried against her like that."[/b][/color]
Lethario felt the rage bubbling inside of him and a growl bubbled in his throat. This was stupid of him, he was probably getting no where all his words were probably hitting the damn fluffy head of his and not penetrating that ridiculously hard head of his. But he had to make him understand that he was not a threat to their partnership it was innocent fun and he hated people that couldn't take a fucking joke. His breath eased out in a guttural snarl. Marius would probably attack him now but he didn't care he was tired of running away, tired of being the damn push over, the hidden vampire that didn't mingle to much with anyone else of the coven other than Lady Effie and by force Lord Marius.
"You think you can just come here and rule us because your fucking her? They might be scared of you but you make me sick. Don't preach to me about earning respect when the only reason your in that damn co-leader spot is because your her damn boyfriend! Why don't you try earning OUR respect first!?"[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
Word Count: 719[/size] [/quote]
character adoption;; no
;;_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;; maybe
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