Post by DIAMONDS DROOG on Mar 11, 2013 14:33:12 GMT -5
RAUL VASQUEZ
HUMAN • MALE • 15 • TEAM • STRAIGHT • flippantFirestarter
we've got something, here the future is clear we exist without fear
i think we're best described as a pyrocumulus i know there's a fire deep inside of us
PHYSIQUE
★ APPEARANCE: If you had to compare yourself to anything, it would be a baseball bat. Standing at 5'4", with 117 lbs of tawny muscle, you're not what most would call "full sized". Your skin is a light brown, due to your Colombian heritage. Just another reason for short jokes. Screw those people, they obviously don't know that dynamite comes in small packages. Your reddish-brown hair is long enough to cover your neck, but is usually stuck under your hat, so only a tuft of it sticks out over your right eye. Your eyes, speaking of them, are emerald green. You've always kind of thought that was weird, because you're pretty much the only green-eyed kid in your entire city.
★ COMMON WEAR: As read above, you have a hat. You can't quite remember where you got it, but it's pretty sweet. Got these red stripes down either side, ear covers, all the good stuff. It even has detachable goggles on top, oh man just tops. Your casual wear (besides said hat) consists of a green striped turtleneck under a brown two-piece ensemble, with (you presume) leather boots to finish off. You've got a backpack, but you only use itto make drug drops when your fetch modus isn't working. You carry a pair of work gloves, too, for tough situations.
★ OTHER FEATURES: The tips of your fingers are all scorched, as a result of your flippant use of fire.
★ COMMON WEAR: As read above, you have a hat. You can't quite remember where you got it, but it's pretty sweet. Got these red stripes down either side, ear covers, all the good stuff. It even has detachable goggles on top, oh man just tops. Your casual wear (besides said hat) consists of a green striped turtleneck under a brown two-piece ensemble, with (you presume) leather boots to finish off. You've got a backpack, but you only use it
★ OTHER FEATURES: The tips of your fingers are all scorched, as a result of your flippant use of fire.
PERSONAGE
★ POSITIVE:
• UPBEAT - You see the positive to every situation, even in life-and-death situations. Part of the "hypomania".
• FAST - You pride yourself on being the fastest runner in town. Mostly because of policia, partly because of all your fucking ENERGYYY. Even your speechisspeduptoOVERDRIVE sometimes.
• INTUITIVE - Either Lady Fortuna is your mother or you've got spider-sense, but you seem to be able to tell when danger's getting close. Like a natural sixth sense for trouble.
• LOYAL - Cartel rule numero uno: you stay loyal to your friends and family. You don't turn, you don't snitch, and you don't abandon.[/ul]
★ NEGATIVE:
• IMPULSIVE - You do whatever you can to make sure you don't fall into depression. So whenever you see a chance to up yourself, you do. Frequently.
• PYROMANIAC - With fire. Fire has always had a soothing effect for you, ever since your childhood. Your boss uses fire as a scare tactic, but it only brings you relief.
• MOOD SPIRAL - You've only been in a couple of situations where fire didn't keep your depression swings at bay. You become limp, dull and hopeless, basically falling wherever you are and refusing to move.
• KILLER - You can say, with 97% certainty, that some people have died due to your unintentional "stress relief". That's not something you usually brag about, though. Or talk about at all. Guilty conscience usually doesn't work well for you.[/ul]
★ LIKES:
• SUGAR CEREAL - What child doesn't like that? It's a little harder to obtain, since you live far from commercialized products, but the stray box of Frosted Wheatie-os passes by your table every now and then.
• STEVEN SEGAL - Your BOSS has an unnatural heterosexual mancrush on the Chungdrang Dorje, and has successfully had him influence your life in ways you don't fully understand yet. You love all of his movies, all of them. You fuck with my family, you die. [/ul]
★ DISLIKES:
• SITTING STILL - You don't like any situation that requires precise movements or patience. Sitting still for too long makes you want to set something on fire. Gotta keep moving.
• WATER - Natural antithesis to fire. You get nervous around large bodies of water, or fire trucks, or anyone with a bucket. No que bueno.[/ul]
★ HABIT:
- COME ON - Setting fires. Really? You had to see this coming.
- JUMPING THE GUN - Your inability to remain calm in the face of adversity (or anything) usually puts you in the awkward position of jumping feet-first into any and every situation that meets you. They say that only fools rush in, but that would mean you're an idiot, and there's no way that's true.
★ FEAR:
- DROWNING - Part of the reason you're so uncomfortable around water is because you can't swim. You never cared to learn, and the first time you hit coastal waters, you sank like a human-shaped stone. Ever since, you get tense around any water bigger than a bathtub. Water's cool, you know, as long as it keeps it's fucking distance from you.
- FALLING INTO DEPRESSION - You can't let yourself fall into the "depressive" state, because it's just a fucking trap. If you think about being depressed, then you think about being useless, and about being a burden to the Boss, and then the Boss won't want you around, and then you'll be even more fucked up, and...it's just a cycle. A bad enough one, and you'd probably never recover.
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INVENTORY
★ STRIFE SPECIBUS: If it wasn't a dead giveaway by now, shame on you. You use FIREKIND, which allows the use of anything on fire, or fire itself. It's actually handy sometimes. Can't wield that 2-by-4? Set it on fire, and WHAM! Good thing you always carry around your seven trusty lighters. Currently, you've got one taped to a bottle of hairspray, and by God it's just glorious to use.
★ FETCH MODUS: You use the MOLOTOV MODUS, probably something a child shouldn't wield. Orange cards are stored in bottles, which are sealed off with cloth rags. To access the items in each card, you have to light the rag and toss the bottle, engulfing the surrounding area in fire. The card is undamaged, but everything and everyone else is at risk. Why do you use this? BECAUSE IT'S FUN. If you don't have something to light the bottles up with though, they remain inaccessible.
BACK STORY
★ GUARDIAN: You owe your upkeep to THE BOSS, or just BOSS as you call him. Nobody knows his real name, but you'd bet it's pretty tough, because you need a tough name when you're a major drug dealer in Colombia. For as long as you can remember, you've been working for Boss, running errands and collecting dead drops, and in return you get to live in his mansion. Yes, you live in a broom closet in said mansion like Harry Potter, but it's nothing you can't deal with. He shows you no favoritism, but you can tell he makes your life as easy as he can. You've never had any parents, so you kind of look up to him as a role model. Yes, technically you work for a cartel lord, but it's your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.
...okay, maybe you'd trade it for an existence on the elemental plane of fire, but that's something entirely ridiculous and retarded.
★ HISTORY: Your name is RAUL VASQUEZ, and you run drugs for a Colombian cartel. Wow, that sounds terrible.
You don't know who your parents are, only that you were taken in at the age of five by THE BOSS, one of the most dangerous, devious criminals ever spit out of Cali. He's provided you with shelter and protection, and in exchange you do various deeds for the good of the trade. When you had a mental breakdown at age nine, he took you to a doctor who diagnosed you with something called hypermanic-depressive syndrome, otherwise known as bipolar disorder.
You learned how to control your depression, though. Whenever you would watch a burning building, or a campfire, or any open flame your mind would be soothed. You found that fire chased away your depressive fits, that the flames licking at the sky brought a calming effect to your mind. You don't understand why, and might not ever, but you don't care. You've based your life around the fire, and the fire will always provide.
Not that you aren't plenty provided as is. Your little room, barren as it may be, does contain the means to keep you occupied in your free time. A simple desktop computer lets you access the wonders of the World Wide Web, and gives you the opportunity to explore entire worlds of amazing things, like websites made up of fire. You've been able to find a small group of friends through the magic box, and have been coerced into playing some new game called "Sburb" with them. You. Are. PUMPED.
...okay, maybe you'd trade it for an existence on the elemental plane of fire, but that's something entirely ridiculous and retarded.
★ HISTORY: Your name is RAUL VASQUEZ, and you run drugs for a Colombian cartel. Wow, that sounds terrible.
You don't know who your parents are, only that you were taken in at the age of five by THE BOSS, one of the most dangerous, devious criminals ever spit out of Cali. He's provided you with shelter and protection, and in exchange you do various deeds for the good of the trade. When you had a mental breakdown at age nine, he took you to a doctor who diagnosed you with something called hypermanic-depressive syndrome, otherwise known as bipolar disorder.
You learned how to control your depression, though. Whenever you would watch a burning building, or a campfire, or any open flame your mind would be soothed. You found that fire chased away your depressive fits, that the flames licking at the sky brought a calming effect to your mind. You don't understand why, and might not ever, but you don't care. You've based your life around the fire, and the fire will always provide.
Not that you aren't plenty provided as is. Your little room, barren as it may be, does contain the means to keep you occupied in your free time. A simple desktop computer lets you access the wonders of the World Wide Web, and gives you the opportunity to explore entire worlds of amazing things, like websites made up of fire. You've been able to find a small group of friends through the magic box, and have been coerced into playing some new game called "Sburb" with them. You. Are. PUMPED.
THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY acid.
TEMPLATE CREATED BY chariza of ote
TEMPLATE CREATED BY chariza of ote
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