Post by Wolf Herrmann on Mar 14, 2007 18:54:26 GMT -5
(Yes, it's a wee bit over the top, but you'll forgive me, won't you?)
Basics
Name: Wolf Herrmann
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality/Hometown/State: Germany / Hamburg / Schleswig-Holstein
Misc. Stats
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 193
Hair color: Dyed matte black.
Eye color: His irises are a brilliant blue, but when his powers are activated the whites of his eyes turn red.
Skin color: White.
Other: Has numerous tattoos on his right arm, which are designs of Grim Reapers and chains.
Character Depth
Appearance:
Wolf wears a bloodstained trench coat, matte leather gloves, loose black jeans, and comfortable boots. He is somewhat built, though not like a pro wrestler. His facial features are chiseled, like a Greek sculpture, and his long matte black hair is tied up in a Steven Seagal ponytail.
Personality:
Wolf is what some people call a sociopath, but it is quite the reverse. Wolf is a wise person, yet ruthless and brutal sometimes. He is depressed, sad about the current state of the world, and the blood he must spill to stay alive. Although his life is sad in his eyes, he guards it fiercely, as he guards any of his allies. He is naive in his trusting, usually just accepting the word of those whom he speaks to, but he knows that if he is betrayed, he will exact the grave punishment upon the backstabber.
Quirks/Phobias/Oddities:
In an attempt to keep his identity secret, he has come up with a sort of nickname for himself. He rarely tells anyone his real name, usually telling people only his preferred nickname.
Skills and Talents: Have they developed any skills or cultivated talents?
Speaks German, and slips into it sometimes. Also speaks English.
Family/Past relationships: Georg Herrmann (Father); Yvonne Herrmann (Mother)
Misc. Traits and Trivia: Miscellaneous bits of information about them.
Wolf likes dance music.
History:
Wolf Herrmann was born on January 5th, 1984 to loving parents Georg and Yvonne. Wolf had a normal German life, from infancy to graduating from a Gymnasium (German high school) with honors.
At 18, Wolf had the sudden desire to move to America. Getting a passport, procuring a plane ticket and landing in New York, Wolf looked at his future with a bright optimism. Until, four years of time working for the man later, he joined the Army.
Wolf had gotten the idea from a commercial he had purchased for his new apartment. Why not get some money and discipline training while he was at it? He walked up the recruiter, signed up, and was sent off to boot camp.
Boot camp was Hell. There were people always screaming at him, telling him he was worthless, and grueling conditions. Wolf, figured he was too soft for the Army. So he left.
Coming back to his apartment, he returned to a landlord in his face, yelling about unpaid rent and the like. In a fit of anger, he pushed the man away. His arms moved faster than a blur, and he struck harder than he had ever known he could. The landlord flew, and his hands were covered in blood.
And that was how his career as the Bonecracker started. Using his "Hell-sent" gifts, he hired himself out as a mercenary and hit man. He was mighty successful, honing his abilities while getting large sums of cash.
He moved to a ground-level apartment in Manhattan to get away from the business of killing others a few months later, with enough money for him to get by while looking for a legal job. Unfortunately, his former customers didn't take to kindly to a witness of organized crime walking away, and attempted to kill him. Using his powers, he killed those whom wished to kill him, and is now looking for people to help protect him.
Hero stuff
Power: Wolf has the ability to increase his body's strength, durability, agility and speed up to tenfold for short bursts. Lower increases in strength, agility and speed can last longer, but the strength of the invulnerability (for want of a better word) is always at full power. While active, his body sends blood to arteries in his eyes, as a way to get more oxygen into his body.
Level of mastery/awareness of power: Wolf, like Hiro, is in the middle to end stages of development of his powers. His body is adapting to his power, and he can currently withstand 30 seconds of continual full power usage before he experiences extreme fatigue.
Allegiance: Currently seeking allies whom are willing to protect each other, whatever the cost.
Goals/Driving purposes: Simply to survive.
OOC
Name: Nicht Sie/Leagionofdeath
Roleplaying Experience: Ran with a small group of rper's in a forum called RPGR (Now deceased), Also a member of UXRPG. (http://www.baku-panda.org/ux)
I have seen all episodes of Heroes.
Roleplaying Sample:
"Dear God, no!" Screamed the woman whom attacked him.
I'm the Bonecracker, I'm the Bonecracker....
She had simply walked in at the wrong time, while he was looking for an ally. He had seen the young man shoot someone else in the face around a corner. He figured to boy must have been in one of those gangs that so frequent this area. He must have been assigned that task. However, this did not matter to him. Ha saw the the kid was a good shot, and wanted to recruit him, wanted to protect him, and wanted his protection in return. He tracked him to this house, in the slums of Manhattan. He did not accept, and as could be told from the gristly remains.
"You beast!" Cried the woman. She could've been his mother, she looked old enough. Wolf didn't care, all he truly cared was that she saw him kill someone, which meant she was a witness. Witnesses got policemen to call out searches to find him, and shoot on sight. That, and she was currently attacking him with a lamp.
He caught it in mid-air, and focused on himself, just enough for a a quick burst of power. He grabbed her by the throat, and threw her out of the room. She landed hard, but she managed to keep a hold of the lamp. That was when Wolf spoke.
"I... You must die." All the warning the woman ever needed. She dropped the lamp she had been attempting to assault him with, and ran.
I'm the come from behind and the back attacker...
He focused on himself. She was getting away, but he knew she could not truly escape him.
I'm the Bonecracker, I'm the Bonecracker...
He felt his muscles grow, his skin toughen, and he knew. He knew she was dead.
I'm gonna get in your mind and you'll find I'll unwrap you...
He ran, nothing but a blur. He knew he was much faster than her. He knew she could not escape.
He ran past the hallway, past pictures of happier times, of the young man with his mother, him playing with friends, him smiling. He truly felt sorry. He ran through the living room, toward the door.
He caught her just as she ran through the door. He figured she had stopped to call the police. No matter. He would be quick. He quickly grabbed her head with both hands, as the sound of approaching sirens reached his ears. He knew how it would happen.
He focused on himself again, the whites of his eyes now completely red as the blood pumped through them. He could see her crying through the now blood-red tint the world had. He knew that he must look like a demon to her. For all he knew, he probably was.
Straight in your face I'm like mace when you cry...
He knew she knew what would happen. He could only offer her these comforting words: "I am sorry. So many people die for your reason. Du geht nach Himmel jetzt."
He flexed his unnaturally powerful arms, until, with a sickening crack and shloop, he had caved in the poor woman's skull. Blood sprayed everywhere, and he let her body drop to the ground with a dull thud, into a rapidly growing pool of blood.
"Es tut mir leid," he muttered to the corpse, and ran into the alleyways, out of sight of the approaching police, out of the mind of the rest of the citizens of New York.
Get in. Get in. C'mon get in...
(Translations for German: (Hey, every foreign language needs subtitles)
Du geht nach Himmel jetzt. = You go to heaven now.
Es tut mir lied. = I am sorry.)
Basics
Name: Wolf Herrmann
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nationality/Hometown/State: Germany / Hamburg / Schleswig-Holstein
Misc. Stats
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 193
Hair color: Dyed matte black.
Eye color: His irises are a brilliant blue, but when his powers are activated the whites of his eyes turn red.
Skin color: White.
Other: Has numerous tattoos on his right arm, which are designs of Grim Reapers and chains.
Character Depth
Appearance:
Wolf wears a bloodstained trench coat, matte leather gloves, loose black jeans, and comfortable boots. He is somewhat built, though not like a pro wrestler. His facial features are chiseled, like a Greek sculpture, and his long matte black hair is tied up in a Steven Seagal ponytail.
Personality:
Wolf is what some people call a sociopath, but it is quite the reverse. Wolf is a wise person, yet ruthless and brutal sometimes. He is depressed, sad about the current state of the world, and the blood he must spill to stay alive. Although his life is sad in his eyes, he guards it fiercely, as he guards any of his allies. He is naive in his trusting, usually just accepting the word of those whom he speaks to, but he knows that if he is betrayed, he will exact the grave punishment upon the backstabber.
Quirks/Phobias/Oddities:
In an attempt to keep his identity secret, he has come up with a sort of nickname for himself. He rarely tells anyone his real name, usually telling people only his preferred nickname.
Skills and Talents: Have they developed any skills or cultivated talents?
Speaks German, and slips into it sometimes. Also speaks English.
Family/Past relationships: Georg Herrmann (Father); Yvonne Herrmann (Mother)
Misc. Traits and Trivia: Miscellaneous bits of information about them.
Wolf likes dance music.
History:
Wolf Herrmann was born on January 5th, 1984 to loving parents Georg and Yvonne. Wolf had a normal German life, from infancy to graduating from a Gymnasium (German high school) with honors.
At 18, Wolf had the sudden desire to move to America. Getting a passport, procuring a plane ticket and landing in New York, Wolf looked at his future with a bright optimism. Until, four years of time working for the man later, he joined the Army.
Wolf had gotten the idea from a commercial he had purchased for his new apartment. Why not get some money and discipline training while he was at it? He walked up the recruiter, signed up, and was sent off to boot camp.
Boot camp was Hell. There were people always screaming at him, telling him he was worthless, and grueling conditions. Wolf, figured he was too soft for the Army. So he left.
Coming back to his apartment, he returned to a landlord in his face, yelling about unpaid rent and the like. In a fit of anger, he pushed the man away. His arms moved faster than a blur, and he struck harder than he had ever known he could. The landlord flew, and his hands were covered in blood.
And that was how his career as the Bonecracker started. Using his "Hell-sent" gifts, he hired himself out as a mercenary and hit man. He was mighty successful, honing his abilities while getting large sums of cash.
He moved to a ground-level apartment in Manhattan to get away from the business of killing others a few months later, with enough money for him to get by while looking for a legal job. Unfortunately, his former customers didn't take to kindly to a witness of organized crime walking away, and attempted to kill him. Using his powers, he killed those whom wished to kill him, and is now looking for people to help protect him.
Hero stuff
Power: Wolf has the ability to increase his body's strength, durability, agility and speed up to tenfold for short bursts. Lower increases in strength, agility and speed can last longer, but the strength of the invulnerability (for want of a better word) is always at full power. While active, his body sends blood to arteries in his eyes, as a way to get more oxygen into his body.
Level of mastery/awareness of power: Wolf, like Hiro, is in the middle to end stages of development of his powers. His body is adapting to his power, and he can currently withstand 30 seconds of continual full power usage before he experiences extreme fatigue.
Allegiance: Currently seeking allies whom are willing to protect each other, whatever the cost.
Goals/Driving purposes: Simply to survive.
OOC
Name: Nicht Sie/Leagionofdeath
Roleplaying Experience: Ran with a small group of rper's in a forum called RPGR (Now deceased), Also a member of UXRPG. (http://www.baku-panda.org/ux)
I have seen all episodes of Heroes.
Roleplaying Sample:
"Dear God, no!" Screamed the woman whom attacked him.
I'm the Bonecracker, I'm the Bonecracker....
She had simply walked in at the wrong time, while he was looking for an ally. He had seen the young man shoot someone else in the face around a corner. He figured to boy must have been in one of those gangs that so frequent this area. He must have been assigned that task. However, this did not matter to him. Ha saw the the kid was a good shot, and wanted to recruit him, wanted to protect him, and wanted his protection in return. He tracked him to this house, in the slums of Manhattan. He did not accept, and as could be told from the gristly remains.
"You beast!" Cried the woman. She could've been his mother, she looked old enough. Wolf didn't care, all he truly cared was that she saw him kill someone, which meant she was a witness. Witnesses got policemen to call out searches to find him, and shoot on sight. That, and she was currently attacking him with a lamp.
He caught it in mid-air, and focused on himself, just enough for a a quick burst of power. He grabbed her by the throat, and threw her out of the room. She landed hard, but she managed to keep a hold of the lamp. That was when Wolf spoke.
"I... You must die." All the warning the woman ever needed. She dropped the lamp she had been attempting to assault him with, and ran.
I'm the come from behind and the back attacker...
He focused on himself. She was getting away, but he knew she could not truly escape him.
I'm the Bonecracker, I'm the Bonecracker...
He felt his muscles grow, his skin toughen, and he knew. He knew she was dead.
I'm gonna get in your mind and you'll find I'll unwrap you...
He ran, nothing but a blur. He knew he was much faster than her. He knew she could not escape.
He ran past the hallway, past pictures of happier times, of the young man with his mother, him playing with friends, him smiling. He truly felt sorry. He ran through the living room, toward the door.
He caught her just as she ran through the door. He figured she had stopped to call the police. No matter. He would be quick. He quickly grabbed her head with both hands, as the sound of approaching sirens reached his ears. He knew how it would happen.
He focused on himself again, the whites of his eyes now completely red as the blood pumped through them. He could see her crying through the now blood-red tint the world had. He knew that he must look like a demon to her. For all he knew, he probably was.
Straight in your face I'm like mace when you cry...
He knew she knew what would happen. He could only offer her these comforting words: "I am sorry. So many people die for your reason. Du geht nach Himmel jetzt."
He flexed his unnaturally powerful arms, until, with a sickening crack and shloop, he had caved in the poor woman's skull. Blood sprayed everywhere, and he let her body drop to the ground with a dull thud, into a rapidly growing pool of blood.
"Es tut mir leid," he muttered to the corpse, and ran into the alleyways, out of sight of the approaching police, out of the mind of the rest of the citizens of New York.
Get in. Get in. C'mon get in...
(Translations for German: (Hey, every foreign language needs subtitles)
Du geht nach Himmel jetzt. = You go to heaven now.
Es tut mir lied. = I am sorry.)
