Post by Travis on Dec 15, 2008 22:58:06 GMT -6
Full Name:
D'Angar
Nicknames/Aliases:
Travis, Jack the Ripper
Species:
Incubus
Allegiance:
Neutral
Job:
Hunter of all super natural species
Family:
Satan(Ancestor), K'Sar(Father, deceased), Chavear(Mother), Numerous alleged half siblings, nieces and nephews
Age:
210
Appearance:
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
180lbs.
Eyes:
Black
Hair:
Light brown
Hair Style:
Slightly messy
Any distinguishing features:
Prehensile tail, black eyes, goatee, numerous scars on his back
Usual Clothing:
Jeans, beaters, the occasional kevlar armor and usually has numerous weapons on him. His tail is always tucked in as well.
Preferred Weapon:
Semi-Automatic .45's
Shotgun
Silver sword
Silver stakes
Bullets with liquid silver, holy water or UV light
Powers/Abilities:
Hypnotism
Empathy(More so for lust)
Enhanced strength(About 2 tons)
Enhanced speed(Rivaling vampires)
Enhanced senses
Ageless
Regenerative healing factor(Except for head and heart)
Prehensile devil like tail
Sonic Scream
Weaknesses
Himself
He hates himself and can often been seen cutting himself with silver blades to punish himself for feeding.
Flirtatious
As is his nature he flirts with women constantly. Despite what may be going on at the moment.
Lonely
He's extremely lonely and doesn't like getting close to people, causing him to drift constantly.
Other skills and talents:
Near-perfect marksmanship
Expert with edged weapons
Expert in hand to hand combat
Fluent in numerous languages
Personality:
Travis, as he's known, is a very deep and complex person. He hates who and what he is but also enjoys it at the same time. He has a deep hatred for what he is and any other super natural creature. He hunts them with as much ferocity as he does women for both pleasure and sustenance. He won't stop hunting a creature and has even chased a lycan through two states just because it attacked a small child. He likes helping people but is also a bit of a drifter as he doesn't want anyone to get too close to him and discover his secret. That he's just as bad as what he hunts.
Background/History:
He was born to an apparent normal family. In reality his mother was a succubus and his father an incubus. A pairing that almost never happened. But for some reason it did. He was raised for most of his life to believe that his family was perfectly normal and they were all human. But soon his hunger and thirst for life developed. His world was shattered when he learned what he and his parents were. He went out to feed under the guidance of his parents and did it successfully. But he was shocked and sickened with what he'd done. He ran off, quickly escaping his parents. He doesn't know if they're looking for him or not and he really doesn't care. He knew he had to keep feeding in order to survive and still does it. But he soon began to drift across the country, just feeding and leaving. He began feeding off prostitutes and then mangled the corpses to make it appear as though they were just simply murdered. He got the name Jack the Ripper and knew the jig was up. He quickly left the country and came to the new Unites States.
He began doing the same thing, but soon discovered many supernatural creatures were around here. He didn't really care. But then he noticed they weren't like him. Most of them seemed to enjoy what they did and he found it sickening. He found the corpse of a dead hunter and took the weapons. He began to kill any supernatural creature that harmed an innocent human. He wanted them to pay for everything they've done to the innocent. But he understood the hypocrisy of what he was doing. But he knew exactly what he was doing was neccesary. He had one girlfriend, a fellow hunter. But when he revealed himself to her she threatened him and is still hunting him. Since then he just drifts and doesn't do much in the way of making friends. Knowing it will just end badly.
Sample RP:
The bar was busy with fellow Hunters talking and trading strategies. Then all eyes went to the door as a man in a trenchcoat and hat walked in. His coat and hat were soaking wet as it was raining out. He could feel the odd and untrusting eyes on him and just shook his head before making his way to the bar. He sat down on a stool and ordered a beer before removing his hat and sighing.
"I hate the rain sometimes...."
He mumbled to himself.
Face Claim:
Ryan Reynolds
Need a home or room?
N/A
Anything else we need to know?:
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