Post by Dante Anthropes on Jan 1, 2008 14:55:56 GMT -5
name: Nona
age: None of your Business! *prefers not to disclose*
gender: Female
roleplay experience: Well, I've been roleplaying for about four years now, and I am literate. I am experienced with Proboards, if you need an extra mod.
Just be warned, spelling is my bad point.
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Dante Maverick Anthropes
age: 34
gender: Male
race: Turkey Vulture/Human
still in school: Technically, no. He is being tutored by a College Professor on an on-and-off basis for a Teaching-Degree. However, aside from that, he has no job.
family: Mother: Deceased, died in childbirth
Father: Unaltered, Deceased when Dante was 6.
Brothers and Sister: Whereabouts Unknown.
history: Dante's childhood started very...oddly. At first, he was trusting of the scientists. Of course he was, he was only a child at that time...
It was until he began to grow and need more...things. He was getting bored easily. Over time, he had picked up the language and began openly asking the scientists for different things...a bigger cage, something shiny or dangly to play with...Anything really.
The scientists ignored him from then on. He got pissed, refused to eat until he absolutely had to...among doing other things to make the scientists' lives a living hell. Once, they attempted to get him to mate with this other bird-based anthro. Dante refused, being that he was gay, showing no interest in the poor girl (who was scared to death of the black-feathered, skeletal, vulture-like being). This pissed off the scientists even more, as you can guess.
In looking for a new way to not only entertain himself, but to get back at those who made his life miserable, he heard of a Martyr and his idea of escaping the lab. Sounded okay to him.
And then the night came when it happened. Dante was released as well, finding his way out of the lab and too freedom...but on his way out of his cage, he tripped and fell. Now, his cage was stacked up on a large ledge, so the fall was from a decent height. He hurt his knee in the process, leaving him with a permanent limp.
After that, Dante has had his ups and downs. For a while, he couldn't get a home (he has trouble climbing stairs with his talons and bad knee), so he slept in the alleys and ate from dumpsters, the usual thing that scavengers do. When he finally got a one-floor house, he was thrilled...but he needed to do something with his life.
So, now he is looking for a job. He currently is unemployed, but he is attempting to find /something/ to do. After all, life’s no fun when all you can do is limp.
physical description:
Dante is a vulture-hybrid. You can tell at first glance. If the nearly-bald head (only a few large black feathers that he likes to "gel" against his baldness) didn't give it away, the talons on his feet, the long, craned neck, and the large, curved beak that replaced a regular nose and mouth did. His hands, attached to heavily black feathered "wings" (as he calls them. Just regular arms with thick feathers, no flight), are talons, much like his feet. However, his feet have too phalanges in the front and one in the back, while his hand-talons have three in the front, and on off to the side like a thumb.
If that's too confusing, I'll try and re-word it. Sorry!
Most of his body is also covered in feathers. Most of his pale-skinned, lanky, thin, 6'4", 110 lbs body. As I said in the history section, he is a skeletal-like vulture-human thing.
Now, Dante's form of dress isn't like normal that of normal people. You know how people with darker personalities dress? Well, to put it lightly, that's the way he dresses. He wears jeans, baggy black denim pants, those really dark-looking pants with the chains and such, and occasionally a pair of black dress pants (if needed). For tops, he prefers black t-shirts with sayings/band logo's on them, tank tops, hooded sweatshirts, and (again, when needed) a regular button-up shirt. However, these fancier button-up shirts usually are colors that...well, he approves of, such as a dark green, black, blood/wine-red color, anything dark and seemingly...erm...dark. Occasionally these too have designs on them, such as pinstripes, skulls...etc.
Oh, and he need glasses and a cane. Just to let you know.
mental description: Dante, to be honest, isn't as dark as his clothing suggests. He is actually really sweet. And caring and-
Oooh, shiny object...
Yup. He's also easily distracted.
He is also homosexual. He does not act on this, however. He is one of those gay-guys you wouldn't suspect to be gay. He thinks women are icky, men are better, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Dante loves music and writing...you used to be able to find him drumming on his cage bars back at the labs. He can't sing too well, he can admit that, but he still tries. He currently knows how to play 20 different instruments (self-taught), and knows several classic pieces of piano work by heart. (Not big ones, mind you).
Dante is a shy individual, disliking large crowds of people and new experiences. This is one of the reasons it's taken him this long to get even attempt to get a job. But, once he gets to know you, he will protect you with his life. He's that loyal. Sure, there isn't that much trouble in this town, but still: He's just loyal.
Dante has his moody-moments, don’t get me wrong. There are days when he just feels like “Screw this!” and like he should finally attempt to fly…off the roof of a building. These are usually over within a half-hour, however, and then he’s back to his old, normal, childish self. These are mostly impart of what happened at the Labs, leaving an impact on his brain for the rest of his life, and also partly because of the rough start he had in the new city.
roleplay sample:ARG…so much…pain…white and red…how’d this happen?…There’s no way this is happening…no way…I can just barely remember…
The sun was low in the sky, tinting the vastness of it a deep pinkish-orange-ish-red. Admitted, it was a bit late for a fieldtrip, but this is the reason why he was doing it. The sunset…It was the perfect way to teach his students about inspiration, heading to central park the back way. After all, the last thing that was needed was the body of a mutant child on the 6-O’Clock News because of some freak car-accident.
What he didn’t expect was for HIM to be the one on the 6-O’Clock News.
Of course, he wasn’t alone. There were too many children coming along with him to be chaperoning it on his own. Professor Ferris, the same one who ran into him and Kurt in the hallways and joked about him “running off with some of his students.” He was older…about forty-something, just starting to bald, and obviously disliking of Dante’s unorthodox teaching methods. He was taking up the rear of the large herd of children, ages ranging from ten to twenty, with notebooks in their hands, chattering away as though there was no tomorrow.
Of course, Freddie and Amy were there too. That was a given, as they played around in Dante’s brown leather backpack, giggling loudly. Occasionally, Dante would turn his head to quiet them down, since they were getting stares from normal people walking along the opposite side of the street.
Maybe it wasn’t only the squirming, giggling backpack that caught their attention. He was, after all, wearing a bit of black eyeliner today (just scarcely enough to be seen) as well as the usual, black-on-black clothes of his.
“Just a few more turns, guys, and we’re there!”
A few of the kids cheered, however from the back, Ferris could be heard shouting, “You don’t even know where the hell you’re going, do you?”
“Of course I do!” The group turned a corner into an alley. One more corner, and-
Dead end.
“Erm…Perhaps I don’t…” He began to turn around, but was stopped by three people, each with a gun in their hand.
“Look-y what we got here! Freaks!” Shouted the first one, wearing an anti-mutant shirt.
Dante turned to them, and stared what he assumed to be the ring-leader directly in the eyes. He gulped slightly, before muttering for Freddie and Amy to stay in the bag and to stop moving. They did. He motioned for the kids to back up against the wall, spreading out his arms to softly, protectively push them backwards. All the while, he stayed focused on the main one speaking. “We don’t want to hurt you,” he said, a fearful spark dancing in his eyes.
“If we thought you were going to hurt us, we’d have killed you by now, Freak!” The main one turned to his companions. “What do you say, boys? Feeling up for a little genocide?” They all smirked, and aimed their pistols.
“Don’t hurt them. They are only children! Take me, if anyone, not them.” He could feel his heart rate picking up…not a good thing. If he was to die today, it would either be from the mutant-haters, or his heart stopping. Whatever happened first.
“I don’t think so…better take them out when their early.” He fired the first shot, and Dante closed his eyes. Holding out his left hand, now emitting green sparks, the bullet began flying upward, into the sky, making tiny loop-de-loops in the air. With a sigh of relief, Dante opened his eyes again.
Sadly, this was just in time to see the others begin to fire round after round. Dante pulled his second hand up, bringing each of the bullets to life as the green sparks emitted from his hands showered onto the ground. After about five minutes, other two mutant haters were out of ammunition, and running away from the large swarm of living bullets that hummed and buzzed above their heads. Dante took his hands down, feeling the stress affecting him badly. His heart was racing…he could feel it. This wasn’t good.
The ring-leader of the group fired three more rounds, while Dante was catching his breath. One went into his left shin, another into his left knee. As he lost balance, and needed the support of a near-by dumpster to stand, the third one went into the lower-right side of his chest. Pain exploded through out his body, and his face construed into a pain-filled wince. Gripping a hold of the bleeding opening in his chest, his spine slowly curling over in pain, he brought the bullet to life. Lifting his hand, it nudged itself out backwards, floated for a moments, uttered, “Sorry…” softly, and died.
That’s right. One of the things that Dante brought to life died. It /clink/-ed as it hit the ground, too. Staring in awe, and confusion, he was unprepared to when the ring-leader lifted him by the collar of his shirt, and began punching in his ribcage. He then took out a switchblade, as Dante was gaping for breath, and stabbed him just few inches above the bullet hole.
The humming from the bullets above ceased, and slowly, they began to shower down onto the ringleader of the gang. He ran for his life, leaving on all fours, gripping the wounds on his chest, the bullets finish raining down, and the school-children to watch their professor die before their eyes.
“Ferris!” Dante said, as loud as he could, before coughing up a glob of blood onto the pavement. “Ferris!”
A small, black rat scurried out from the crowd of children. A few stepped forward with the rat. “Give him space…” shouted the rat, and the children stopped.
“Ferris…get the kids back to the Institute…make sure they’re safe…”
“And what about you? You’re-”
“I know…I know…” Another cough of blood. “That doesn’t matter…the hospital’s just a few blocks away…I should make it,” he lied. He knew, deep down, it’d take a miracle for his heart NOT to stop, let alone he make it to the hospital in one piece. “Oh…and go human again…the last thing we need is more attention…”
The rat changed back to Professor Ferris, crouching down next to Dante. “If you’re sure.” He stood up, and began to command the children. “Come on, now! There’s no time to lose! Back to the institute!” The children began to follow the fast moving Ferris, milling just enough around their wounded professor for him to have breathing space. A few muttered, “Thanks,” and “Please, don’t die…” but most remained silent. As soon as the crowd of children was a bit of a distance away, Dante stood, balancing himself using the brick wall next to him. It took him five minutes to get to the opening of the alley, and even that wore him out. Suddenly, his back curled over, as he began to cough painfully, blood dripping down his chin.
“Dante? What’s going on?” asked Amy, from inside the bag.
“…Don’t... (cough-gag-spit out blood) worry…everything will be fine…I just got… (cough more blood up) a bit hurt…” he lied. He knew deep down that he wasn’t going to make it. Using the brick wall, he began to walk (though, I can’t say he WAS walking. He was practically dragging his left leg, unable to bear more than a tiny bit of weight on it. Every step he took, he left one dragged, blood footprint following behind him.
age: None of your Business! *prefers not to disclose*
gender: Female
roleplay experience: Well, I've been roleplaying for about four years now, and I am literate. I am experienced with Proboards, if you need an extra mod.
Just be warned, spelling is my bad point.
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Dante Maverick Anthropes
age: 34
gender: Male
race: Turkey Vulture/Human
still in school: Technically, no. He is being tutored by a College Professor on an on-and-off basis for a Teaching-Degree. However, aside from that, he has no job.
family: Mother: Deceased, died in childbirth
Father: Unaltered, Deceased when Dante was 6.
Brothers and Sister: Whereabouts Unknown.
history: Dante's childhood started very...oddly. At first, he was trusting of the scientists. Of course he was, he was only a child at that time...
It was until he began to grow and need more...things. He was getting bored easily. Over time, he had picked up the language and began openly asking the scientists for different things...a bigger cage, something shiny or dangly to play with...Anything really.
The scientists ignored him from then on. He got pissed, refused to eat until he absolutely had to...among doing other things to make the scientists' lives a living hell. Once, they attempted to get him to mate with this other bird-based anthro. Dante refused, being that he was gay, showing no interest in the poor girl (who was scared to death of the black-feathered, skeletal, vulture-like being). This pissed off the scientists even more, as you can guess.
In looking for a new way to not only entertain himself, but to get back at those who made his life miserable, he heard of a Martyr and his idea of escaping the lab. Sounded okay to him.
And then the night came when it happened. Dante was released as well, finding his way out of the lab and too freedom...but on his way out of his cage, he tripped and fell. Now, his cage was stacked up on a large ledge, so the fall was from a decent height. He hurt his knee in the process, leaving him with a permanent limp.
After that, Dante has had his ups and downs. For a while, he couldn't get a home (he has trouble climbing stairs with his talons and bad knee), so he slept in the alleys and ate from dumpsters, the usual thing that scavengers do. When he finally got a one-floor house, he was thrilled...but he needed to do something with his life.
So, now he is looking for a job. He currently is unemployed, but he is attempting to find /something/ to do. After all, life’s no fun when all you can do is limp.
physical description:
Dante is a vulture-hybrid. You can tell at first glance. If the nearly-bald head (only a few large black feathers that he likes to "gel" against his baldness) didn't give it away, the talons on his feet, the long, craned neck, and the large, curved beak that replaced a regular nose and mouth did. His hands, attached to heavily black feathered "wings" (as he calls them. Just regular arms with thick feathers, no flight), are talons, much like his feet. However, his feet have too phalanges in the front and one in the back, while his hand-talons have three in the front, and on off to the side like a thumb.
If that's too confusing, I'll try and re-word it. Sorry!
Most of his body is also covered in feathers. Most of his pale-skinned, lanky, thin, 6'4", 110 lbs body. As I said in the history section, he is a skeletal-like vulture-human thing.
Now, Dante's form of dress isn't like normal that of normal people. You know how people with darker personalities dress? Well, to put it lightly, that's the way he dresses. He wears jeans, baggy black denim pants, those really dark-looking pants with the chains and such, and occasionally a pair of black dress pants (if needed). For tops, he prefers black t-shirts with sayings/band logo's on them, tank tops, hooded sweatshirts, and (again, when needed) a regular button-up shirt. However, these fancier button-up shirts usually are colors that...well, he approves of, such as a dark green, black, blood/wine-red color, anything dark and seemingly...erm...dark. Occasionally these too have designs on them, such as pinstripes, skulls...etc.
Oh, and he need glasses and a cane. Just to let you know.
mental description: Dante, to be honest, isn't as dark as his clothing suggests. He is actually really sweet. And caring and-
Oooh, shiny object...
Yup. He's also easily distracted.
He is also homosexual. He does not act on this, however. He is one of those gay-guys you wouldn't suspect to be gay. He thinks women are icky, men are better, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Dante loves music and writing...you used to be able to find him drumming on his cage bars back at the labs. He can't sing too well, he can admit that, but he still tries. He currently knows how to play 20 different instruments (self-taught), and knows several classic pieces of piano work by heart. (Not big ones, mind you).
Dante is a shy individual, disliking large crowds of people and new experiences. This is one of the reasons it's taken him this long to get even attempt to get a job. But, once he gets to know you, he will protect you with his life. He's that loyal. Sure, there isn't that much trouble in this town, but still: He's just loyal.
Dante has his moody-moments, don’t get me wrong. There are days when he just feels like “Screw this!” and like he should finally attempt to fly…off the roof of a building. These are usually over within a half-hour, however, and then he’s back to his old, normal, childish self. These are mostly impart of what happened at the Labs, leaving an impact on his brain for the rest of his life, and also partly because of the rough start he had in the new city.
roleplay sample:ARG…so much…pain…white and red…how’d this happen?…There’s no way this is happening…no way…I can just barely remember…
The sun was low in the sky, tinting the vastness of it a deep pinkish-orange-ish-red. Admitted, it was a bit late for a fieldtrip, but this is the reason why he was doing it. The sunset…It was the perfect way to teach his students about inspiration, heading to central park the back way. After all, the last thing that was needed was the body of a mutant child on the 6-O’Clock News because of some freak car-accident.
What he didn’t expect was for HIM to be the one on the 6-O’Clock News.
Of course, he wasn’t alone. There were too many children coming along with him to be chaperoning it on his own. Professor Ferris, the same one who ran into him and Kurt in the hallways and joked about him “running off with some of his students.” He was older…about forty-something, just starting to bald, and obviously disliking of Dante’s unorthodox teaching methods. He was taking up the rear of the large herd of children, ages ranging from ten to twenty, with notebooks in their hands, chattering away as though there was no tomorrow.
Of course, Freddie and Amy were there too. That was a given, as they played around in Dante’s brown leather backpack, giggling loudly. Occasionally, Dante would turn his head to quiet them down, since they were getting stares from normal people walking along the opposite side of the street.
Maybe it wasn’t only the squirming, giggling backpack that caught their attention. He was, after all, wearing a bit of black eyeliner today (just scarcely enough to be seen) as well as the usual, black-on-black clothes of his.
“Just a few more turns, guys, and we’re there!”
A few of the kids cheered, however from the back, Ferris could be heard shouting, “You don’t even know where the hell you’re going, do you?”
“Of course I do!” The group turned a corner into an alley. One more corner, and-
Dead end.
“Erm…Perhaps I don’t…” He began to turn around, but was stopped by three people, each with a gun in their hand.
“Look-y what we got here! Freaks!” Shouted the first one, wearing an anti-mutant shirt.
Dante turned to them, and stared what he assumed to be the ring-leader directly in the eyes. He gulped slightly, before muttering for Freddie and Amy to stay in the bag and to stop moving. They did. He motioned for the kids to back up against the wall, spreading out his arms to softly, protectively push them backwards. All the while, he stayed focused on the main one speaking. “We don’t want to hurt you,” he said, a fearful spark dancing in his eyes.
“If we thought you were going to hurt us, we’d have killed you by now, Freak!” The main one turned to his companions. “What do you say, boys? Feeling up for a little genocide?” They all smirked, and aimed their pistols.
“Don’t hurt them. They are only children! Take me, if anyone, not them.” He could feel his heart rate picking up…not a good thing. If he was to die today, it would either be from the mutant-haters, or his heart stopping. Whatever happened first.
“I don’t think so…better take them out when their early.” He fired the first shot, and Dante closed his eyes. Holding out his left hand, now emitting green sparks, the bullet began flying upward, into the sky, making tiny loop-de-loops in the air. With a sigh of relief, Dante opened his eyes again.
Sadly, this was just in time to see the others begin to fire round after round. Dante pulled his second hand up, bringing each of the bullets to life as the green sparks emitted from his hands showered onto the ground. After about five minutes, other two mutant haters were out of ammunition, and running away from the large swarm of living bullets that hummed and buzzed above their heads. Dante took his hands down, feeling the stress affecting him badly. His heart was racing…he could feel it. This wasn’t good.
The ring-leader of the group fired three more rounds, while Dante was catching his breath. One went into his left shin, another into his left knee. As he lost balance, and needed the support of a near-by dumpster to stand, the third one went into the lower-right side of his chest. Pain exploded through out his body, and his face construed into a pain-filled wince. Gripping a hold of the bleeding opening in his chest, his spine slowly curling over in pain, he brought the bullet to life. Lifting his hand, it nudged itself out backwards, floated for a moments, uttered, “Sorry…” softly, and died.
That’s right. One of the things that Dante brought to life died. It /clink/-ed as it hit the ground, too. Staring in awe, and confusion, he was unprepared to when the ring-leader lifted him by the collar of his shirt, and began punching in his ribcage. He then took out a switchblade, as Dante was gaping for breath, and stabbed him just few inches above the bullet hole.
The humming from the bullets above ceased, and slowly, they began to shower down onto the ringleader of the gang. He ran for his life, leaving on all fours, gripping the wounds on his chest, the bullets finish raining down, and the school-children to watch their professor die before their eyes.
“Ferris!” Dante said, as loud as he could, before coughing up a glob of blood onto the pavement. “Ferris!”
A small, black rat scurried out from the crowd of children. A few stepped forward with the rat. “Give him space…” shouted the rat, and the children stopped.
“Ferris…get the kids back to the Institute…make sure they’re safe…”
“And what about you? You’re-”
“I know…I know…” Another cough of blood. “That doesn’t matter…the hospital’s just a few blocks away…I should make it,” he lied. He knew, deep down, it’d take a miracle for his heart NOT to stop, let alone he make it to the hospital in one piece. “Oh…and go human again…the last thing we need is more attention…”
The rat changed back to Professor Ferris, crouching down next to Dante. “If you’re sure.” He stood up, and began to command the children. “Come on, now! There’s no time to lose! Back to the institute!” The children began to follow the fast moving Ferris, milling just enough around their wounded professor for him to have breathing space. A few muttered, “Thanks,” and “Please, don’t die…” but most remained silent. As soon as the crowd of children was a bit of a distance away, Dante stood, balancing himself using the brick wall next to him. It took him five minutes to get to the opening of the alley, and even that wore him out. Suddenly, his back curled over, as he began to cough painfully, blood dripping down his chin.
“Dante? What’s going on?” asked Amy, from inside the bag.
“…Don’t... (cough-gag-spit out blood) worry…everything will be fine…I just got… (cough more blood up) a bit hurt…” he lied. He knew deep down that he wasn’t going to make it. Using the brick wall, he began to walk (though, I can’t say he WAS walking. He was practically dragging his left leg, unable to bear more than a tiny bit of weight on it. Every step he took, he left one dragged, blood footprint following behind him.
