Post by Gig♠ntick on Jun 7, 2011 18:11:49 GMT -10
»The Player
Your nickname: Ticky
Roleplaying for how long? ... I was suppose to keep track? I dunno. Maybe 7 years.
»The Puppet
Name: Cheveyo Stone
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Ethnicity: Native American
Occupation: Graveyard groundskeeper. Hey, a job's a job.
Face Claim: Tatanka Means
Appearance: Cheveyo is a tall man, 6'7" and 190 pounds of corded muscle. His skin is a rich red of a rarely-impeded-upon Native American heritage, His long black hair only just reaches the small of his back, and is often braided or wavy due to being braided. His face is tall with narrow eyes, a long nose, and thin lips unused to smiling. His preferred style of dress is jeans and a loose t-shirt, which he usually covers with a neutral collared jacket.
Personality: Cheveyo can often be found brooding about something or another. While he can be a good friend to those willing to try him, he's cold and distant without being picky. He's not a particularly nasty person, either, and is incredibly patient. When his temper bursts, enemies beware, but otherwise he's a hard to upset person.
History: After causing trouble for as long as he could remember, 13-year-old Cheveyo Stone was shipped off to his grandparents on some dumb reservation, where they tried to preach to him the manner in which "Mother Earth" works with her children and often gives them the means to defend her.
Whatever.
While there, though, he happened upon a coyote pup trying to suckle at its dead mother. Immediately taking a liking to the wiry animal, he convinced everyone necessary for him to keep it, and he headed home once more. At 15, after two years of dreaming coyote dreams, the young boy put two and two together and, while awake, controlled his pet, now named "Janos Slynt." A year after that, his parents died in a building collapse caused by a super-being struggle. Since, he can't stand either side, hero or villain. Five years later, after struggling through the streets, learning more about his "gift," coming to strange, backwards conclusions about his place in the super-world, and using his powers to help him survive, he has finally found a job and begun to settle.
So what is this strange new perspective he takes? Well, he's a touch more religious now, looking to Mother Earth as his gift-giver, and believes that his powers were given to him so that he could rid the world of these humans tainted by the strange mutations that make them "super." hero or villain, he's not a person to get too close to when it comes to secrets.
»The Side-effects
Super Name: Wild Son
Class: villain
Powers: animal empath/control (explained below)
Weakness: To control an animal, Cheveyo must divide his focus between himself and the animal in question, thus seeing through two or more perspectives simultaneously. His coyote companion has been with him so long that focus is no issue, no more than breathing. But when controlling an unruly, or multiple, animal(s), it takes a large amount of focus that he often can't leave to defend himself. In such a situation, if he hasn't already presented himself, he will often hide his human body to put all of his concentration in his current animal companion. As well, if any severe pain is caused to a strange animal that he is controlling, the creature's mind will shut out his own, and he can no longer control the animal.
How do they get into their disguise? Only worn when killing a pre-planned target.
Suit description: No shirt, buckskin pants cinched at his ankles. Feathers worn in twin braids.
»The Extras
How did you find this site? In the Paws of Starclan
Roleplay example: Slender nose lifting minutely with the effort of taking a deep enough breath to catch a good scent, the coyote slowed a moment. The tallwalker he was following was wandering, for sure. As his nose dipped back down and his pace resumed, his eyes glittered black and wild, adrenaline of the hunt pumping his slender legs on the ground. his claws made a light clack, clack, clack against the pavement, but it was hardly a problem. It wasn't like the tallwalker was observant enough, anyway. Then, his quarry's back hove into view at the crossroads of alleys. His pace sped further.
The boy turned idly, noticing the big, skinny dog approaching him without much thought. He took a moment to wonder if it was after food or his throat, and decided on the former before he turned around...
And came face to face with a very angry-looking, shirtless, dark man.
The strange dog growled.
"My Coyote doesn't like you."
"It... It would seem so."
"Do you know why?"
"N... No."
The sound of a knife sliding across a leather belt was unmistakable. In reflex, the boy lifted his hands, pulled a brick from the wall with telekinesis, and sent it spinning toward the man. The man sent it spinning away with the side of his knife almost contemptuously as a heavy body hit the boy in the back with a snarl.
Pinned facedown, the boy watched helplessly as a pair of bare feet hove into view.
"Because you can do that."
There was a fiery pain in his back, and then nothing.
Wild Son wiped the blood from his blade, a dagger that forked into three at the tip like a fleur-de-li with a leather grip and white feathers handing from leather cords tied where blade met handle. He looked down when Janos Slynt whined. He shook his head as the coyote licked his lips, and laughed.
"Ew. No. Go catch a rabbit or something."
Your nickname: Ticky
Roleplaying for how long? ... I was suppose to keep track? I dunno. Maybe 7 years.
»The Puppet
Name: Cheveyo Stone
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Ethnicity: Native American
Occupation: Graveyard groundskeeper. Hey, a job's a job.
Face Claim: Tatanka Means
Appearance: Cheveyo is a tall man, 6'7" and 190 pounds of corded muscle. His skin is a rich red of a rarely-impeded-upon Native American heritage, His long black hair only just reaches the small of his back, and is often braided or wavy due to being braided. His face is tall with narrow eyes, a long nose, and thin lips unused to smiling. His preferred style of dress is jeans and a loose t-shirt, which he usually covers with a neutral collared jacket.
Personality: Cheveyo can often be found brooding about something or another. While he can be a good friend to those willing to try him, he's cold and distant without being picky. He's not a particularly nasty person, either, and is incredibly patient. When his temper bursts, enemies beware, but otherwise he's a hard to upset person.
History: After causing trouble for as long as he could remember, 13-year-old Cheveyo Stone was shipped off to his grandparents on some dumb reservation, where they tried to preach to him the manner in which "Mother Earth" works with her children and often gives them the means to defend her.
Whatever.
While there, though, he happened upon a coyote pup trying to suckle at its dead mother. Immediately taking a liking to the wiry animal, he convinced everyone necessary for him to keep it, and he headed home once more. At 15, after two years of dreaming coyote dreams, the young boy put two and two together and, while awake, controlled his pet, now named "Janos Slynt." A year after that, his parents died in a building collapse caused by a super-being struggle. Since, he can't stand either side, hero or villain. Five years later, after struggling through the streets, learning more about his "gift," coming to strange, backwards conclusions about his place in the super-world, and using his powers to help him survive, he has finally found a job and begun to settle.
So what is this strange new perspective he takes? Well, he's a touch more religious now, looking to Mother Earth as his gift-giver, and believes that his powers were given to him so that he could rid the world of these humans tainted by the strange mutations that make them "super." hero or villain, he's not a person to get too close to when it comes to secrets.
»The Side-effects
Super Name: Wild Son
Class: villain
Powers: animal empath/control (explained below)
Weakness: To control an animal, Cheveyo must divide his focus between himself and the animal in question, thus seeing through two or more perspectives simultaneously. His coyote companion has been with him so long that focus is no issue, no more than breathing. But when controlling an unruly, or multiple, animal(s), it takes a large amount of focus that he often can't leave to defend himself. In such a situation, if he hasn't already presented himself, he will often hide his human body to put all of his concentration in his current animal companion. As well, if any severe pain is caused to a strange animal that he is controlling, the creature's mind will shut out his own, and he can no longer control the animal.
How do they get into their disguise? Only worn when killing a pre-planned target.
Suit description: No shirt, buckskin pants cinched at his ankles. Feathers worn in twin braids.
»The Extras
How did you find this site? In the Paws of Starclan
Roleplay example: Slender nose lifting minutely with the effort of taking a deep enough breath to catch a good scent, the coyote slowed a moment. The tallwalker he was following was wandering, for sure. As his nose dipped back down and his pace resumed, his eyes glittered black and wild, adrenaline of the hunt pumping his slender legs on the ground. his claws made a light clack, clack, clack against the pavement, but it was hardly a problem. It wasn't like the tallwalker was observant enough, anyway. Then, his quarry's back hove into view at the crossroads of alleys. His pace sped further.
The boy turned idly, noticing the big, skinny dog approaching him without much thought. He took a moment to wonder if it was after food or his throat, and decided on the former before he turned around...
And came face to face with a very angry-looking, shirtless, dark man.
The strange dog growled.
"My Coyote doesn't like you."
"It... It would seem so."
"Do you know why?"
"N... No."
The sound of a knife sliding across a leather belt was unmistakable. In reflex, the boy lifted his hands, pulled a brick from the wall with telekinesis, and sent it spinning toward the man. The man sent it spinning away with the side of his knife almost contemptuously as a heavy body hit the boy in the back with a snarl.
Pinned facedown, the boy watched helplessly as a pair of bare feet hove into view.
"Because you can do that."
There was a fiery pain in his back, and then nothing.
Wild Son wiped the blood from his blade, a dagger that forked into three at the tip like a fleur-de-li with a leather grip and white feathers handing from leather cords tied where blade met handle. He looked down when Janos Slynt whined. He shook his head as the coyote licked his lips, and laughed.
"Ew. No. Go catch a rabbit or something."
