Post by Angelus Desero on Aug 30, 2008 8:56:12 GMT -5
The Character
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Canon or your own: Canon with my own twist
Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect): Image
Characters civilian name: Angelus Desero
Code names/Aliases: The Crow
Class [Superhero, Vigilante, Mercenary..ect]:
Vigilante
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Gender: Male
Age: 25
Apparent Age: 25
Hair: Long and black
Eyes: Blue
Height and weight:
Appearance: Long black hair with white clown-like face paint, heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick, a black line drawn from the center of the upper eyelids to just above the eyebrows, a black line drawn from the center of the bottom eyelid about an inch down the center of the cheeks, and lines drawn in a slight downward direction from the corners of the mouth toward the jawline. Likes to wear a long black coat and has a Crow that sit on his shoulders named Poe.
Picture [if available]:
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Super Powers: Incapable of feeling pain (save for his memories), Stronger the an ordinary human, Supernatual sixth sense - the ability to track an feel emotions even after the person is long gone, Highly agile
Learned Abilities: Mind games, Use of theatrics, Can see through the eyes of his Crow
Equipment: Whatever he comes across
Weaknesses (Must Have): Kill the bird kill the man, Control the bird control the man, Emotionally unstable
Background: Angelus Desero lived in a small apartment with his daughter who he named Flora, her mother had died while giving birth to her. He raised her the best he could over 6 years. He worked in a club as a barman, making enough money to make ends meet. On a rather cold and rainy night Angelus had off, a group of thugs broke into his house, they tortured and rob him for reasons he didnt fully understand, then each of them took turns raping his 6 year old daughter forcing him to watch in torment, after what felt like an eternity to him he was finally put out of his misery, for now. 3 years later he awoke in an alley just down from his apartment, he went back to his apartment seeking answers and found only dissapointment. Now with vengence in his heart he seeks those answers.
Personality : Poetic, Vengeful, Loner, Engmatic, Emotionally Unstable
Other: Loves riddles
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Brief Sample Roleplay
"Tell me a story Daddy"
"Isnt it past your bedtime"
"Noooooo" Flora said with a giggle
"Ok, but just aslong as we dont tell your mother, deal?" Angelus bargined putting his pinky finger out
Flora nodded and linked her finger with her Fathers and he began to tuck her in.
"A long, long, time ago, people once believed that when someone dies a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with the soul and that soul cant rest"
"Daddy whats a soul?"
"A soul, a soul is something deep inside of you and me. Its what makes us who we are, its what makes us live, what makes us do the things we do!"
"Ok carry on with the story Daddy"
"Then sometimes, just sometimes a crow can bring that soul back from the land of the dead, to put the wrong things right"
"Like what"
"Like anything, fix something or someone, help an old lady across the street and even to help little girls find their lost dolls" Angelus said with a big grin and long drawn out tone
Flora laughed,
"Now good night Flora. Angels east, angels west just do your best to guard her, guide her, watch her while she rest" Angelus said then kissed her on the forehead.
"One more?" Flora pleaded
"Ok but only because I have a soft spot for cute little girls like you" Angelus said kissing her on the forehead then adding "Now go to sleep"
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A tunnel of white light appeared, in the distance his Daughter.....and his girlfriend that had died while giving birth to Flora, they looked sad, but why, they were together again. Angelus ran towards them, not getting anywhere, the harder he tried, the faster he ran he couldnt catch up to them. They slowly got further and further away, then disappeared entirly. The white light, gone. His family, gone. Nothing was left. Angelus was stuck in an dark abyss, there was no smell, no sight, no taste, not a single god damn thing. Just a void of nothingness for what would be more then an eternity. No way of telling if he was moving, if minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years had passed by, all Angelus could do was reflect on the events. His hatred grew, what he wouldnt give to make them pay. With each day his anger grew, his vengence became uncontrollable and his love for his family never left. He would get back to them if it was the last thing he would do. Another white light, this time from below, it pulled Angelus towards it, and he heard something, a sound he never thought hed hear again, it brought tears to his eyes, whcih he didnt think was possibly, that sound was a voice. The voice of his girlfriend
"A long, long, time ago, people once believed that when someone dies a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with the soul and that soul cant rest"
Then he heard the voice of his daughter,
"Then sometimes, just sometimes a crow can bring that soul back from the land of the dead, to put the wrong things right"
A blinding flash. Angelus woke in the middle of an alley, he sslowly stood up to see he had been resting on a pile of cardboard boxes he looked around. He knew this place, a block or so from his old aparment, he took a couple of steps and lost his balance, he placed his hand on the ground to get his balance while he stood up, there was a flash and Angelus was back on that rainy night it all happened, the memories came flooding back. It was gone as quickly as it came. Over in a tree a crow squaked. Angelus thought nothing of it, and walked by to his little house. The crow followed him every step of the way. The door had been fixed, he opened and walked through, it had changed, drastically. A table that wasnt his, a couch that was a rotten colour and a calender that had eveolved three years. Angelus walked back into the room that was Floras He looked at a small handheld mirror that once held the picture perfect portrait of Flora, vivd images of her sitting in front of it presented themselves to him. Each one hurt both his mind, his heart and his soul. Angelus looked in the mirror, and saw a red blotchy patch of skin, he rubbed it and it fell off like ash. He kept rubbing, his entire face slowly ashed away. He looked at his new face, It consisted of white clown-like face paint, heavy black eyeliner and black lipstick, a black line drawn from the center of the upper eyelids to just above the eyebrows, a black line drawn from the center of the bottom eyelid about an inch down the center of the cheeks, and lines drawn in a slight downward direction from the corners of the mouth toward the jawline. Angelus, Father, Corpse, Crow...
