Post by Dincht on Mar 5, 2007 16:43:50 GMT -5
Basics -
Name: Marco Fernandez
Age: 25
Gender: male
Nationality/Hometown/State: American, El Paso, Texas
Misc. Stats:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair color: black
Eye color: Brown
skin color: light tan
Character Depth -
Appearance: Marco is a very imposing man. Light tan skin covers a gruff face and and and muscular body. His stubbled face seems to always have a scowl, though in reality it is due to the amount of time he spent as a child in the sun, causing permanent spquint lines on his face. His black hair is cut into a short mohawk, his prefferred hairstyle. He is usually wearing a black t-shirt with the stylized logo of the thrash metal band Slayer, a pair of heavy black leather boots, and kakhi pants.
Personality: How do they act? How do they think? Do their actions reflect their thoughts? Or do their thoughts reflect their actions? In short, what makes them....tick?
Quirks/Phobias/Oddities: Despite his intimidating appearance and demeanor, Marco is a very hyper and and goofy young man. He'd do anything to get a laugh or a rise out of a person. He's also very direct, to the point where most would call him tactless.
Skills and Talents: Marco has the skills and talents of most kids growing up in his position; excellent agility, exceptional strength, and average speed, as well as street smarts and book smarts.
Family/Past relationships: Mercedes Fernandez (mother, deceased), Felipe Fernandez (father), Cecilia Fernandez (sister), Susana Fernandez (sister)
Misc. Traits and Trivia: Marco is an exceptional guitar player and singer, due to several stints in underground bands in his youth.
History:
Marco was born into a lower class family in El Paso, Texas, along with his two older sisters, Susi and Ceci. The three grew up with Spanish as their primary language, but learned English when Susi was denied entrance because she didn't know English. For a year, the three learned and mastered the language before being admitted into school.
Marco grew up during the rise and popularity of thrash and death metal, and as such, was fascinated by the style, regardless of its unpopularity in the Latino community, particularly of that in the border city in which he lived.
When he was 16, he and his friends started a band, thoguh it quickly disbanded. Marco gave up for a while, focusing on college for a while. it was during this time that Marco discovered he was gay. Keeping it a secret, he continued with his life in the closet, not botherng to tell anyone, especially in the barrio of El Paso.
When he was 20, Marco and his friends started a new band, named SKinwalker, which gained huge success in the five years since its inception, even gaining enough popularity to headline for major bands like Lamb of God and Slayer. The band is best known for its quick and brutal musical style and vocals, reminiscent of the thrash style that Marco grew up listening to.
Hero stuff -
Power: Sonic scream. Uriel can create a scream that, when used properly, can pierce someone's eardrums, brake glass, dent most metals and alloys, and disorient whoever was near enough to hear the scream. Also, Marco has learned the ability of vocal manipulation. He is able to change his voice and speech patterns to perfectly match another person's.
Level of mastery/awareness of power: MArco, thanks to his training, has gained total mastery over his powers.
Alliegence: Marco is currently a field agent for the Organization Without Initials.
Goals/Driving purposes: To make it to the top.
OOC -
Name: Jordan (Dincht)
Roleplaying Experience: I have three years aexperience of forum roleplaying, and am at an above average ability in this respect. I've seen every episode of Heroes to date and have read every web comic.
Roleplaying Sample:
The lights of the stage flooded his vision as he panted slightly. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, though he didnft bother to wipe it away. More would flow down its path anyway. He looked out at the crowd before him. Hundreds, possibly thousands of people writhed about in an orgy of chaos. The man could feel the heat from the crowd before him, warming the entire concert hall they were in, even though it was below 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
He took a swig from a water bottle that was at his feet and turned around to look at his band mates. All had the same look that he was feeling, one of euphoria, of energy waiting to be released and reciprocated. He smiled at them and they smiled back, a single devious facial expression shared between friends.
He couldnft believe they were taken with so much popularity, especially with this being their first major performance. It was a privilege that few people shared in, and he was excited, thankful, nervous, scared, and confident, all at the same time. Things were going extremely well.
He turned back to the crowd, who were now chanting something. He could barley hear from the speakers located around them, but in time, he heard and appreciated what the crowd was chanting.
gSkinwalker!h
Marco grinned goofily and raised the mike to his face. gAre you sick mother fuckers ready for this shit?!h he yelled out. The crowd roared back their approval to him. He nodded. gYou better be!h he replied to them.
He raised the mic to his mouth and began belting out another tune, full of passion and energy. Once again, the crowd responded, cheering, singing along, moshing, jumping around, and many other things that people wouldnft normally do in their every day life.
The set played on, meticulously going through the motions of the band like a weaver goes through her work. The heart-pounding music echoed through the hall, resounding and amplifying the strength of the loudspeakers.
He sung a song about the ancient shaman for which his band was named, of their deceptive nature and malicious intentions against those of the innocent. The song, although quick, was haunting in its music.
He rose is head and roared into the microphone, almost damaging it, as he ran through the chorus of the song, no longer caring who or what new about his powers.
Ifm a Skinwalker
A shape shifter
a lone wolf stalking in the night
Skinwalker
Dream stealer
a demon in disguise!
As the song went into a solo, he walked about the stage and jerked his head back and forth violently and rhythmically, in tune to the guitarfs wailing notes. He looked into the crowd again and saw them writhing and struggling to get to the stage through the barricade, in hopes of touching these gods of music that played like demons.
Each time was the same, yet they were different at the same time. This was his experience. His feeling. No one was going to take it from him. Ever.
Name: Marco Fernandez
Age: 25
Gender: male
Nationality/Hometown/State: American, El Paso, Texas
Misc. Stats:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair color: black
Eye color: Brown
skin color: light tan
Character Depth -
Appearance: Marco is a very imposing man. Light tan skin covers a gruff face and and and muscular body. His stubbled face seems to always have a scowl, though in reality it is due to the amount of time he spent as a child in the sun, causing permanent spquint lines on his face. His black hair is cut into a short mohawk, his prefferred hairstyle. He is usually wearing a black t-shirt with the stylized logo of the thrash metal band Slayer, a pair of heavy black leather boots, and kakhi pants.
Personality: How do they act? How do they think? Do their actions reflect their thoughts? Or do their thoughts reflect their actions? In short, what makes them....tick?
Quirks/Phobias/Oddities: Despite his intimidating appearance and demeanor, Marco is a very hyper and and goofy young man. He'd do anything to get a laugh or a rise out of a person. He's also very direct, to the point where most would call him tactless.
Skills and Talents: Marco has the skills and talents of most kids growing up in his position; excellent agility, exceptional strength, and average speed, as well as street smarts and book smarts.
Family/Past relationships: Mercedes Fernandez (mother, deceased), Felipe Fernandez (father), Cecilia Fernandez (sister), Susana Fernandez (sister)
Misc. Traits and Trivia: Marco is an exceptional guitar player and singer, due to several stints in underground bands in his youth.
History:
Marco was born into a lower class family in El Paso, Texas, along with his two older sisters, Susi and Ceci. The three grew up with Spanish as their primary language, but learned English when Susi was denied entrance because she didn't know English. For a year, the three learned and mastered the language before being admitted into school.
Marco grew up during the rise and popularity of thrash and death metal, and as such, was fascinated by the style, regardless of its unpopularity in the Latino community, particularly of that in the border city in which he lived.
When he was 16, he and his friends started a band, thoguh it quickly disbanded. Marco gave up for a while, focusing on college for a while. it was during this time that Marco discovered he was gay. Keeping it a secret, he continued with his life in the closet, not botherng to tell anyone, especially in the barrio of El Paso.
When he was 20, Marco and his friends started a new band, named SKinwalker, which gained huge success in the five years since its inception, even gaining enough popularity to headline for major bands like Lamb of God and Slayer. The band is best known for its quick and brutal musical style and vocals, reminiscent of the thrash style that Marco grew up listening to.
Hero stuff -
Power: Sonic scream. Uriel can create a scream that, when used properly, can pierce someone's eardrums, brake glass, dent most metals and alloys, and disorient whoever was near enough to hear the scream. Also, Marco has learned the ability of vocal manipulation. He is able to change his voice and speech patterns to perfectly match another person's.
Level of mastery/awareness of power: MArco, thanks to his training, has gained total mastery over his powers.
Alliegence: Marco is currently a field agent for the Organization Without Initials.
Goals/Driving purposes: To make it to the top.
OOC -
Name: Jordan (Dincht)
Roleplaying Experience: I have three years aexperience of forum roleplaying, and am at an above average ability in this respect. I've seen every episode of Heroes to date and have read every web comic.
Roleplaying Sample:
The lights of the stage flooded his vision as he panted slightly. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, though he didnft bother to wipe it away. More would flow down its path anyway. He looked out at the crowd before him. Hundreds, possibly thousands of people writhed about in an orgy of chaos. The man could feel the heat from the crowd before him, warming the entire concert hall they were in, even though it was below 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
He took a swig from a water bottle that was at his feet and turned around to look at his band mates. All had the same look that he was feeling, one of euphoria, of energy waiting to be released and reciprocated. He smiled at them and they smiled back, a single devious facial expression shared between friends.
He couldnft believe they were taken with so much popularity, especially with this being their first major performance. It was a privilege that few people shared in, and he was excited, thankful, nervous, scared, and confident, all at the same time. Things were going extremely well.
He turned back to the crowd, who were now chanting something. He could barley hear from the speakers located around them, but in time, he heard and appreciated what the crowd was chanting.
gSkinwalker!h
Marco grinned goofily and raised the mike to his face. gAre you sick mother fuckers ready for this shit?!h he yelled out. The crowd roared back their approval to him. He nodded. gYou better be!h he replied to them.
He raised the mic to his mouth and began belting out another tune, full of passion and energy. Once again, the crowd responded, cheering, singing along, moshing, jumping around, and many other things that people wouldnft normally do in their every day life.
The set played on, meticulously going through the motions of the band like a weaver goes through her work. The heart-pounding music echoed through the hall, resounding and amplifying the strength of the loudspeakers.
He sung a song about the ancient shaman for which his band was named, of their deceptive nature and malicious intentions against those of the innocent. The song, although quick, was haunting in its music.
He rose is head and roared into the microphone, almost damaging it, as he ran through the chorus of the song, no longer caring who or what new about his powers.
Ifm a Skinwalker
A shape shifter
a lone wolf stalking in the night
Skinwalker
Dream stealer
a demon in disguise!
As the song went into a solo, he walked about the stage and jerked his head back and forth violently and rhythmically, in tune to the guitarfs wailing notes. He looked into the crowd again and saw them writhing and struggling to get to the stage through the barricade, in hopes of touching these gods of music that played like demons.
Each time was the same, yet they were different at the same time. This was his experience. His feeling. No one was going to take it from him. Ever.