Post by Victor Nash on Sept 3, 2009 1:34:33 GMT -5
:: T H I S i s M E ::
VICTOR MALCOM NASH,
VICTOR MALCOM NASH,
`THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US !
NAME, Victor Malcom Nash
AGE, 35
DATE OF BIRTH, March 5th
GENDER, male
SEXUALITY, Straight
SPECIES, super
SPECIAL ABILITY, Phasing (aka ghosting): able to phase through objects as if they aren't really there. He can phase other objects or people with him as long as he is in direct contact with them. (ex: touching their shoulder or hand)
`I'M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAIT !
EYES, blue
HAIR, dark brown, short
WEIGHT, 195lbs
HEIGHT, 6'1"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, scar on the back of his left shoulder from a gun shot.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, none
`A WORLD FULL OF KILLING !
LIKES, dogs, reading, drinking, a good home cooked meal
DISLIKES, cats, ditsy and unintelligent people, blood, cold
FEARS, never getting out of the city
WANTS, to leave
STRENGTHS, He's great for stealth, and is a pretty good hand to hand fighter. (mostly self trained, some professional)
WEAKNESSES, His love of alcohol can sometimes be a big downfall. He also isn't exactly an extremely trusting person. He's not good around excessive amounts of blood, it makes him sick.
HABITS/QUIRKS, Sometimes has a bit of a sarcastic nature that comes out of no where. Also cant resist a good beer, even if he's in the middle of something important he'll stop for one.
SECRETS, has a bit of a criminal record from the age of 18 and did a good amount of jail time, when he decided to try and rob a few places of a lot of stuff. Being able to phase through things made it easier to get into vaults and steal money. He tries to keep this behind him as best he can but it sometimes comes back to bite him in the but. His scar is often what brings up the topic to begin with, though he tries to avoid it the best he can.
OVER ALL PERSONALITY, Victor is generally pretty easy to get along with but can occasionally come off as a bit snarky or cocky. If he doesn't like you it's generally pretty obvious, he'll make nastier sarcastic and snarky comments quite often in that case. He can sometimes be a bit stubborn if someone is trying to get him to do something he doesn't really want to do. But on the plus side, in a good mood people often find him quite charming. It takes a bit for him to get into a bad mood.
He's not big on just helping people for the hell of it. Most of the time he likes to get a little something in return, unless he likes you, then will sometimes do favors and the like for nothing in return. He used to use his ability to pull pranks on his friends and confuse them to no end on how he did it. Most of them never found out, until he got into some legal trouble where everyone in his small town soon found out. Which is why he ended up moving.
`BLOOD SPILLING !
OVER ALL HISTORY,
Victor grew up with a single mother and without contact with his father. He was what many called and accident child. His mother vowed to keep him despite his fathers angry request and beatings to abort, which angered Cole to eventually leave, not wanting anything to do with his child. This left Amelia to go through life raising a child completely alone. Part of the reason Cole did not want the child was partially because he knew there was a possibility of it gaining an ability like Amelia's. He didn't want to have to deal with a child growing up with some strange ability. So he took off.
Growing up Victor had no idea he had an ability until he had hit his teenage years when in a fight with another at school he was knocked into a wall and accidentally slipped right through it. This freaked out anyone who was watching the fight, making them believe he had vanished into thin air and even scared the crap out of himself. This was the first time his mother had come out and told him that he was special and she had an ability as well. He changed schools after that to try and keep his secret from other people to avoid getting made fun of or getting shunned by the other students being called a freak.
Never knowing his father, Victor couldn't care less. He knew that the man clearly didn't care about him or his mom so why bother wasting time trying to find the man if he was more than likely going to just take off again.
By the age of 30, after getting out of jail for robbery, he ended up moving out of Canada down to the States and was living on his own in his own apartment. He moved in order to get away and start fresh somewhere else where no one knew who he was. This way he was free and not surrounded by people who knew his face and most likely knew what he could do. He learned from his mistakes in miss using his ability for only personal gain. He straightened himself out and is currently trying to cut back on the amount of alcohol he drank, but that was a lot more difficult as it is one the things he loves.
Once the city he had chosen to live in was Quarantined, he tried to phase through the huge wall built but found a strange field he couldn't pass through. Nobody said anything about a field. He was angry that he was stuck even though he couldn't carry this so called virus he was still being forced to stay against his will.
`THAT WORLD NEVER CAME !
YOUR NAME/ALIAS, pokey
YOUR AGE, 18
HOW YOU FOUND US, My site.
FACE CLAIM, Nathan Fillion
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE, From another forum. A were lion's perspective.Terence was on his way to Terra jamming to a few human tunes over the Network connection on the ship. Leaning back in the pilot's chair with a small chunk of raw meat hanging out of his mouth. He nodded his head to the music and occasionally air guitared along to it as well. He had a shipment of meat in the ships freezer to deliver to a specific restaurant on Terra. He only ate a bit of it...
As he arrived and unloaded the shipment still humming along to the last song that had played. Getting his payment he flew his ship to one of the the main ports before leaving Terra. He wanted to relax again but forced himself to take out some of the garbage that had piled up in the Captain's quarters.
There was more garbage than he thought. Terence had shoved two big bags full of all the trash he had sitting around his ship and was taking them to one of the large dumpsters at the port. He had a toothpick sticking out of his mouth as he had the two large bags over his shoulders and made his way down the ramp of his ship.
The dumpsters weren't hard to miss, they had to be big to constantly take all the trash that came off the ships that stopped there. He swung them almost effortlessly up and into the huge steel bins. He dusted his pants off and ran a hand through his short dirty blond hair. He was glad he finally forced himself to clean, it was great to be able to actually walk through the cockpit with out stepping on things. And it smelled better to have a clean ship, he used some sort of air freshener that he found on Antheia he surprisingly didn't despise. A nice new fresh start, in case someone decided to tag along they weren't bombarded with the smell of garbage.
Making sure he had his guns on him, he closed up the ship, flicked the toothpick into the garbage bin and headed off to look around a bit before leaving. After all he needed to stretch his legs a bit and wander before being stuck in the ship for who knows how long. He just wasn't sure how long he wanted to stick around in the stale air of Terra. The whole planet smelt like fuel.