Post by Drew Davis on Aug 5, 2009 13:55:38 GMT -5
i n t r o d u c i n g . . .
Andrew Harlan Davis ///
[/size][/i]Full Name~ Andrew Harlan Davis
Gender~ Male
Age~ 27
Birthdate~ April 17
Location~ Atlanta, Ga
Faction~ Mayhem
Celebrity Claim~ Glenn Quinn
Play anyone else?~
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Rhona Jameson
Charles Mauer
Isaac LeCroix
Aubrey Lewis
m i n d . . .
what's in my head?
/// SPECIAL ABILITY
Drew's skin can harden into a Chitinous Armor, similar to the exoskeleton of an insect, but far more durable and flexible. This exoskeleton is created by hardening his outer layers of skin, compacting the molecules into a tough, hard to puncture layer and by changing the chemical composition of the skin itself, lending it qualities similar to chitin, but more flexible. It looks similar to his skin, but has a slightly glassy look, and a texture like that of an insect's skin. To create this exoskeleton, Drew must merely concentrate on hardening his skin, which fully forms over the course of a few seconds.
While in his armored form, Drew's skin takes on a glossy, slightly amber hue. In poorly lit areas, he can pass off as normal, but under bright lights (such as street lamps or normal, indoor lighting), his skin is obviously different than that of a normal person. To the touch, it is smooth, waterproof, and, due to the low friction on his armor's surface, slightly slippery. Unlike the chitinous covering on the bodies of insects, Drew's skin in this form is not jointed, ridged, or textured. It literally looks like his skin, albeit an amberish color, and is flexible enough to allow him his normal range of movement. His hair is covered by a (very) thin layer of the chitinous sheath that he can cover his body with, making it less flexible, and his eyes are also covered by a lens of clear chitin, lending the same protection enjoyed by the rest of his body to his eyes.
This armor allows Drew to be relatively impervious to harm. Bullets from normal firearms bounce off, knives cannot puncture it, and all but the mightiest slashes with bladed weapons (such as swords and axes) will not pierce his flesh. Similarly, he is resistant to heat, electricity and cold, although his chitinous armor does not thermoregulate well once its threshold has been breached, and can withstand impacts that normal humans can't. High powered weapons can still puncture his armor, though, but they will need a dead on shot. A glancing shot will most likely ricochet off.
When he wants to revert to his normal skin, Drew merely grows a new, normal layer of skin underneath his armored layer, thereby molting out of his chitinous skin like a lizard or insect. It usually splits along the back, and if he is careful, he can peel whole, body shaped skin, similar to how a cicada's skin is left after it molts. Due to the fact that he grows new layers of skin like this, he can heal minor cuts and scrapes by merely shedding, and also does not scar except from very severe wounds, and even then, the scar tissue will only be internal. Also because of this, tattoos fade out of his skin after a few sheds, as do body piercings.
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/// ABILITY LIMITS
Due to the nature of how his skin hardens, he does have a period of about thirty seconds while his skin is hardening that he isn't protected by the full strength of his armor. Also, due to the obviously out of the ordinary appearance of his armor, Drew usually remains in his normal skin, leaving him just as vulnerable as any other normal person.
Heat and Cold are bad if he is exposed too long. While his ability protects him nicely against initial exposures since his chitinous outer layer does not transmit temperature well and is not made of overly flammable material, when he is in his armored form, he does not have a method of thermoregulation. He cannot cool down or warm up in this form as quickly as he would without his protective outer layer.
Also, while his chitinous armor is tough, it is not impenetrable. Normal bullets and stabs cannot pierce it, but heavy weaponry (such as sniper rifles and powerful, automatic weapons) can puncture his skin. Powerful cutting weapons (like katanas and firemen's axes), swung with exceptional skill (or super strength) may also be able to cut him, although not anywhere near as badly as they would a normal person. His ability also causes his skin to be abrasion resistant, and he doesn't tend to get scrapes or bruises.
Because his ability is based around him growing and shedding new layers of skin, damage done to his skin, like minor cuts, burns, or scrapes, is healed when he grows a new layer by virtue of the damaged skin being shed off. He can also grow new “normal” layers of skin and shed them expressly for this purpose, although he does not need to shed.
As a few other side notes, he must find a way to dispose of any shed skin. Human skin (especially chitin with human DNA) could be problematic if he leaves it laying around and the wrong people find it. Also, his chitinous armor is waterproof and water resistant, and has less friction than normal human skin, making it slightly more slippery, although not by much.
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/// PERSONALITY
Drew is a generally easygoing, if intense, person. He doesn't tend to sugarcoat things, preferring to tell you what he thinks straight up, but he doesn't say things to purposefully hurt people. While he definitely loves being in the eternal party scene that is his life, and is prone to wild and crazy behavior, he tends to be practical about it. He'll randomly hook up with someone at a club, but he has to have a definite way home, and at least one of his friends will know where he is, and there sure as hell will be condoms involved. Responsible hedonism is the name of his game, and makes sure that he has a plan for the more probable contingencies of his life.
That, however, causes him to come off as a little paranoid, which he isn't—he just doesn't want to be left in the lurch. He's tolerant of other people's flaws, almost to a fault, letting people express their weirdness around him without flinching. In fact, he honestly takes so little of other people's quirks as to be deemed oblivious. It's not that, though; it's more that he doesn't worry about how odd people are unless they're causing him harm. He tends to accept difference easily, and works well with others, easily slipping into whatever role works best with whoever he is with.
His intensity, however, comes from the vehemence he throws himself into activities with. Everything he does, he does with his whole being and full commitment, even when he finds out that he morally disagrees with it midway through. Similarly, if he befriends a person, that person has a friend for life. That being said, he carefully weighs the facts before he dives in, looking before he leaps. He may be unswerving when he accepts a mode of action, but it may take a little persuading to get him to do it. However, persistence pays off, and Drew's resistance to constant asking is low. He may put up a good front at first, but he tends to cave under pressure.
The other thing about Drew is that he doesn't display a wide range of emotions. This isn't because he doesn't feel them—he's just stoic about it. Little ticks generally clue people he knows off, like if he is close to someone, he has no problem having his personal space invaded, and he tends to furrow his brow if he's angry. His general expression is a sort of earnest, deadpan look, and he jokes and carries on serious conversation is almost the same, earnest tone. The only usual differentiator is context, and even then it's occasionally hard to tell if he's being serious. That being said, he often has a small smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.
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Likes~
- Industrial, electronica, EBM, and basically any music with a good beat
- The smell of ozone
- Complex games like Chess or Risk
- Old looking books and movies (he'd rather have a tattered paperback than a new copy)
- Hanging out with people
- Horror movies, no matter how corny
- Eggs, especially scrambled
Dislikes~
- Musicians with little talent
- Chocolaty alcoholic beverages
- Shorts, he thinks they look bad on everyone
- Flighty and irresponsible people
- Over the top, crude, slapstick comedy
- Banana flavored anything
- Dressing up (loathes tuxedos)
Strengths~
- Loyal
- Easygoing
- Thinks things through
- Perceptive
- Great at making analogies
- Gets along well with most people
Weaknesses~
- Gives in to persistent pressure
- It's hard to tell when he's joking or not
- Tends to believe that people's intentions are good at the outset
- Usually oblivious to people taking advantage of him
- Near unwavering dedication even when it is harmful to him or he disagrees with it
- Can appear paranoid
Skills~
- Quite good keyboard, piano, and synthesizer player
- Broad musical knowledge
- Decent singer
- Good at musical composition
- Knows how to shoot a gun, but he hasn't in a while
- Knows his mixology/ bartending skills
- Performance bartending
Hobbies~
- Making music
- Clubbing
- Doodling
- Fishing
Habits~
- Tends to absentmindedly blow bubbles in drinks when he has a straw
- Speeds
- Checks to make sure that his car is locked several times before he gets out
- Chews on pencils and similar objects
- Runs his fingers through his hair
- Eyes people up when he meets them
Flaws~
- Noscomephobia (fear of hospitals)
- Slight limp in his left leg
- Smokes socially, enough that it might kill him some day
- Extremely high metabolism
b o d y . . .
caught in your sights . . .
Age~ 27
Celebrity Claim~ Glenn Quinn
Sexual Preference~ Bisexual
Ethnicity~ German/Irish
Hair~ Dark Brown
Eyes~Brown
/// APPEARANCE
Drew stands at an average 5'8,” with an average build that neither marks him as overweight or overly athletic. He has dark brown hair that he keeps pretty short, albeit roguishly mussed up as if he hasn't bothered to comb it and constantly runs his fingers through it. His face is well proportioned but a little thin, with large, brown eyes and dark eyebrows. He keeps his face clean shaven, and because of this, manages to look slightly younger than he actually is. This might also come from his ears, which stick out slightly. His body is quite average, albeit in shape, with a light dusting of hair, and a general lack of blemishes or scarring.
His clothing is generally a little tacky, but comfortable and mildly unassuming. Drew's usual attire is a long sleeved shirt (usually in a dark or neutral tone), a pair of relaxed jeans, comfortable shoes, and his brown, leather jacket with lapels that are a little too flamboyant to be tasteful. He tends to dress down, and his clothes, while in good repair, aren't the newest.
s p i r i t . . .
this is where i come from . . .
Faction~ Mayhem
Birthplace~ Ashland, Ohio
Mother~ Miriam Davis (Deceased)
Father~ Zachary Davis
Empathic Bonding
Siblings~ Matthew Davis (25)
Tactile Gravity Redirection
Spouse~ None
Children~ None
Other Family~ Bernadette Davis (Grandmother)
Kything
/// HISTORY
Born in Ashland, Ohio as the oldest of two brothers, Drew's life growing up was relatively normal. He had two parents, a normal house, a golden retriever named Murdock, and a loving, live in grandmother. The Davis family wasn't the most well off—his father was a factory worker, and his mother was in and out of the hospital with various health problems—but managed just fine: public school, never the nicest things, but their neighborhood had a lot of kids, and their family somehow made ends meet.
They lived in a small house on the wrong side of the tracks, Matt and Drew sharing a second story bedroom. The Davis brothers were close, and ran with the same group of friends, usually staying out, playing baseball and soccer at the nearby playground or an empty lot a few blocks away from their house. Drew was decently athletic, and once he started school, he tried out for track and soccer, a trend which his brother followed. This lead to a pretty typical scholarly existence for Drew, with friends, practice after school, a decent amount of homework.
He was moderately successful in school, with a steady parade of “B”s, girlfriends, a boyfriend or two he kept from his parents, and a pretty well carved out place in the school's social hierarchy. In high school, he started hanging out with his school's group of musicians, using the piano lessons that his grandmother made him take to good purpose. The high school hedonism espoused by this group attracted Drew, and as his high school career progressed, he started to fall into a more sybaritic mode of living.
Stepping back to junior high, Drew's mother hadn't been well since before Drew was born, and her health had declined throughout Drew's youth. Miriam Davis had a weak heart, and was in and out of hospitals for years. When Drew was in 7th grade, his mother's condition grew worse and she was hospitalized, eventually dying of complications related to surgery the summer before Drew went into 8th grade. Her death, justifiably, caused great sorrow for the family, but the loss hit Drew's father in a way that none of the family had expected. While Zachary Davis had previously been a loving family man, he retreated into a deep depression, leaving the care of Drew and Matt to their grandmother.
The following times were hard in the Davis house. Drew tried to be strong for his little brother, bottling up his emotions, and letting loose in often less than legal ways. Both Davis boys rebelled quite a bit after the death of their mother, but Drew hid it better from his father. At home, he was the stoic, mild mannered brother, while Matt was the one who threw the raging fits, and Drew was the one who usually talked him down and then sneaked out their window to get baked with his friends later.
After graduation, Drew joined an Industrial band called The Priests of Hiroshima, who gained enough success in the statewide musical circuit that they were signed a year later by Metropolis records. They put out two albums, Dreamscape and Kingdom of Shadows, before breaking up over “artistic differences,” otherwise known as the drummer overdosing on coke and winding up in rehab, canceling the last leg of their tour. One of their former roadies let Drew stay with her in Atlanta, and Drew eventually found his own place in that city, and got a job as a bartender.
Shortly after he started working as a bartender, Drew's power manifested, resulting in a quite terrifying weekend of sporadic skin shedding, and a trip back home when he told his grandmother what was happening to him. Bernadette Davis, being the wise old lady that she was, explained to him that some people had powers, including her. His fear abating, he returned to his life in Atlanta, in time to receive a surprise visit from his brother who had started manifesting at college.
That little life episode out of the way, Drew settled into his new mode of life. Of course, being a bartender in a city like Atlanta, he heard a lot of things, and began bringing in a little extra money by selling information. After a while, he attracted the attention of a group called Mayhem, and realized that his career could be a little more lucrative if he worked with them. For the past five years, he has been a part of the Mayhem information network, running news and occasionally packages where his bosses need him to go.
c r e d e n t i a l s . . .
what do you bring to the party ?
/// PLAYER INFORMATION
Name or Alias~ Dave, Bob
CBox Name~ Banalitybob
Contact Info~ wanderingmagelok@gmail.com
Age~ 22
Years of RP Experience~ 10ish
How Did You Find Us? I fell into the Death Star trash compactor.
/// SAMPLE RP
The bar was hopping that Friday night, Atlanta's bar hoppers were out in full force, and he was serving them as quickly as he could. Music was pulsing on the dance floor as the clock ticked town the minutes until his break. Nights like this brought in some good money in, but damn they were a lot of work.
Finally, after what seemed like an age of tequila shooters and cosmopolitans, his break came. Clapping Robert, his co bartender on the shoulder, he shouted ”I'm out for a couple” over the music and walked to the end of the bar and out back for a smoke.
However, before he could get outside, he was grabbed from behind. His assailant was a man, mussed up and unshaven, with panic in his eyes, waving a thick manila envelope in his face.
”You've gotta take this, man,” the man was babbling. ”Get it to someone, I don't care. Anyone, just get it to someone who'll care.”
With a last, panicked look, the man pressed the envelope into Drew's hands, turned, and sped out of the bar, looking, quite honestly, like he was running for his life. Drew Stared after him, still shocked into silence. What the hell had just happened? Turning, he started back towards the back door of the bar, the envelope still in his hands. He scanned its surface. The only marking was an Aura Fiz logo stamped on the cover. What sort of files would a soft drink company have to make a guy freak out like that?
Sighing, Drew shouldered through the back door and onto the porch, making his way to one of the unoccupied picnic tables sitting along the back fence. Seating himself, he pulled a battered Camel to his lips and lit it, taking a few puffs before opening the envelope. It was full of paper, medical files by the looks of them, with a flash drive in the bottom. Great, he'd been caught in the middle of some corporate espionage.
Then his eyes caught the actual print on the files...
These weren't orangeade health tests. These were extensive experimental notes on “patients.” There were photos too, enough to make Drew forget his cigarette for a moment. Damn skippy someone needed to see this. Then his eyes read the comments at the bottom of one of the sheets, a hasty scrawl in spidery handwriting.
”Patient appears to be exhibiting signs of rapid regeneration beyond that of any human capacity.”
Drew knew the someone who needed to see this. He'd call her right away...
Did you read the rules: Luke, I am your father.