Post by Dagon Seth Eldritch on Sept 12, 2014 13:03:08 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Dagon Seth Eldritch
Nicknames: Goth
Age: 17
Birthday: November 1st
Grade: 11th
Power: Overdeveloped Nervous System
A great example of this power would be spider-man. Now to be certain everyone understands, Dagon is not going to be climbing walls, or displaying inhuman strength by flipping cars or punching through steel. Mostly it's the enhanced reflexes and reaction time, along with overly developed sensory input. Thus while Dagon will be able to react in microseconds, as opposed to the much longer tenth's of a second for a regular person, his body isn't quite up to the strain of such actions, the natural resistances built into the muscle and tendons often cause strain or serious injuries if he keeps up the insane pace of movement for longer than a short burst of a few seconds at a time.
Member Group: Neutral
Canon or not: Non
Appearance: Dagon has a bit of a wiry build, and stands at 5'8". Combine the average height, small build and long dark hair that lays down in disarray, though never tangled, his image passes as unnoticeable, if not slightly attractive with his angular features.
Due to his problems with his powers as it were, the boy is insanely fond of silk clothing, and the smooth texture that the material provides. Thus, unable to afford a personal wardrobe, and aware of the dress code of the school, he is often wearing long sleeve silk shirts with silk buisness pants. All together it makes him appear rather professional, if not a bit distant from the normal teenager apparel.
Personality
Overall Personality: It's odd really, how a single aspect of a person can dictate so much about how they grow up and develop. With Dagon's "gift" as it were, various things were meant to be avoided if at all possible while growing up. Even though nothing ever approached truly painful or overstimulating, simple pushing from overly rambunctious children hurt on comparison to being punched. Thus Dagon shied away from physical contact, taking solace in the sand box while growing up. As such he became somewhat of a loner, avoiding human contact for the simple fact that most never knew just how painful a hug could truly be, even if it was never meant to be so.
As the boy grew up, he found his spot in the social structure along the fringes, never bothering to try to fit into any specific role, but being labeled anyways as a result. The Outcast status he obtained simply allowed him to focus on more solitary pursuits. Seeking to overcome the handicap he had been given in life, Dagon sought control over himself, and took up Martial Arts; Tai Chi. Thus the meek quite boy obtained focus and drive, along with an overly polite manner due to the instructions of his Sensei.
Infinitely polite, Dagon is the type more likely to wait until the others speak, and is wary of approaching new ppl. Though with his recent decision to become more outgoing, the boy often makes failed attempts at talking up random strangers, often to embarrassing results or just being brushed off as a minor annoyance. Still he trys, and will continue to do so.
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History
Family Members/guardians:Luna Eldritch(Mother), Sarah Eldritch (Mother)
History: Dagon is a pretty odd kid. Born to two lesbian mothers, who believe in insemination in order to conceive a child that was "wholly" theirs. Unfortunately, neither the mothers nor the doctor are quite aware of what caused his genetic differences in comparison to the mothers, and the Doner bank that they had visited had mysteriously lost the files on the provider of the second half of his genetics. As such they had to get by with very little in the way of actual knowledge as to why, and simply deal with the end result.
Unfortunately, because of his hyper developed nervous system, Dagon's sense of touch and reflexes were of a much higher functionality as opposed to that of a regular person. Now while he doesn't have super hearing, or extremely keen eyesight, the amount of information always pouring into him is nearly overwhelming, and it was a right nightmare raising a kid that would start crying whenever something started irritating him constantly. Beyond that though, his home life was relatively normal, and he grew up in the care of two loving parents.
The real problem occurred when he went to school, and had to deal with other children. Before, while slightly aware of his problems, it was only believed to be a case of hypersensitivity, where he was especially sensitive to all forms of touch, but being put in this new environment made it painfully obvious just how short those expectations fell, as kids never treat each other gently. School was a torture for poor Dagon, unable to block out or tune the constant attacks on his sense, his brain never stopping to interpret all the information that his nerves were sending, and giving him complete awareness of every minute feedback. from the coarse texture of the pencil, to the small movements of the air due to the ac. to the ever constant chatter and movement of a class full of rowdy children. Concentration was hard for the poor boy, and physical activities, though never actually painful were quite discerning to experience, due to all the physical contact, and pressure, and just touching that occurred.
Dagon soon learned to avoid these activities that grated against his head and slowly started to withdraw away from his fellow classmates as he went through the grades. His parents, seeing what was happening, and concerned about him becoming lazy, enrolled him in Tai Chi, where he found a surrogate father figure in his Sensei. From that man he learned martial arts, mental discipline, and a rather archaic form of respect towards others. Believing that respect was both given and earned.
From there, life could've continued as if he was normal, if not for the one inopportune moment, where, in a act of good will, Dagon acted on what he saw. He had been walking down the street, eyes glancing all around, and keeping aware of his surroundings, unable to hear much of anything thanks to the massive hubcap headphones covering his ears and canceling out the noise of the outside world, when he noticed a car speeding down the road, right into the direction of a guy j walking across the street. Normally, the fact that this j-walker was saved by a quick pull from a random person wouldn't be worth of much note, but the fact that there had been several witnesses, who all saw the blur of actions that occurred within a second to move the inept boy from the road with fluid and precise movements from a boy that had previously been simply walking in a straight line got everyone's attention; including the government. This boy's reflexes were inhuman, identifying danger, taking corrective action, and moving at speeds that seriously strained his body, all thanks to the ramped up nerves he had been born with, thus earning his enrollment into Ashford Academy
Behind the Character
Name: <3
Chatango Name: Crytien
RP Experience: on and off for quite a few years
How did you find us?: Random clicking
RP Sample:
Feb 18, 2013 18:47:07 GMT -7 @cryolysis said:
Christopher was a bit of a free spirit, often likely to do whatever struck her fancy at any second in the day; even if that involved stealing another bowl of chocolate pudding from the cafeteria staff, or dragging Hunter the delicious jalapeno taco tasting boy into the dungeons for another helping. Of course, that wasn't so say the the girl floated on the winds and never sought out anything to do, truthfully, she was rather passionate about sword play, it being on of the few main drives and pursuits in her life.
Currently, the girl was showing off her flair for the blade, as she stood along the rim of the water fountain, barefooted. One leg extended out a miniscule amount, as she grasped onto thin air, and slowly pulled her hands apart revealing a thick scimitar of a silvery color, hidden within a leather scabbard. After revealing her toy of choice for this afternoon, Chris tied the sword case onto her waist, using a thick ribbon as a belt in order to keep it in place. She smiled slightly, standing on her toes for a second before slowly sliding her legs out and unsheathing the sword as she did a few quick pirouettes along the stone structure before stopping in place.
The girl smiled as she spun the sword a few times, getting a feel for the Palladium Metal Foam blade that Seth had made for her. It was special in the fact that it was laced with other compounds as well and, she paused for a second, trying to remember what exactly those chemicals and minerals were, before giving it up, and lashing out with the blade, striking the ground right in front of her toes so hard, that the stone cracked, but more importantly, the curved blade of the scimitar ignited in ethereal blue flames.
She smiled, hopping off of the fountain's edges and landing on the ground as she lashed out with the flaming sword, a few quick lances straight forward, before slowly pulling back the blade, feeling the warmth of the flames run over her body, and the tightening of her skin as adrenaline started to kick in the closer the flames approached. About when she pulled the blade back to the point where the burning edge was nearing her torso, her grip loosed for just a second, causing the blade to dive towards the ground, only for the girl to quickly reapply her grip and use the momentum to swing the blade up in a fast arc and leaving behind a trail of flames, that even at this noon hour, was brightly visible.
Pretending that the deathly bright flash was a move to enact an escape attempt she pulled back, spinning lazily around in circles as she retreated, that sword continuing a lazy arc around the girl, before, after the third rotation, she stopped on her heel, and dropped down into a split, the sword held horizontally over her chest, before she lashed out with a quick slash. Following that was two quick thrusts, then an overhead slash, as her left foot swept along the ground and ended up underneath the girl, allowing her to apply the proper amount of force to perform a quick somersault backwards.
That flaming sword though, had never touched the ground, instead being released from the girl's grip as she had swung upwards, it rose into the sky, before breaking off into two separate swords each one falling to one side of Chris who was now standing up, and despite what seemed like a lazy decent, as each of them landed tip first into the ground, they both carried enough energy to penetrate the concrete and remain standing upright. Chris at this point grinned, and gripped tightly on the blade handles, ripping them from the concrete as she too small half steps forward, all the while spinning and zipping the blades around her body in tight arcs and circles of flames, as she made her way towards the fountain once again.
Upon finally reaching the base of the fountain, the girl arched both swords upwards, causing a loud metal clanging sound as both blades met, before aligning them together again deftly, and thrusting downward with the blades. Although it looked like her target was the water within the fountain, at the last moment, the blades shifted in their arc, aiming towards the girl's waist and ended up sheathed back in their scabbard.
Leaning forward, Chris stuck her head in the fountain's pool and let out a small sigh. Those blades, when lit, produced so much heat that her cheeks still felt raw, and the soothing cool water was a much welcomed relief. Slowly the girl submerged her entire body into the pool, in order to try and cool off after playing with fire as she just had. In fact, now that Chris gave it a little thought, she was a bit parched as well, and standing up dripping soaked from the water fountain, she trudged over to where the fanciful water was spraying out in an arc from the tip of the structure, and stood right underneath, opening her mouth to get a nice big refreshing gulp.
Of course, the first gulp was refreshing, the resulting bulge in her cheeks wasn't nearly as fun though. Having not thought about the fact that the water wouldn't stop between swallows, Chris's mouth quickly filled up with water. Now a normal person would think to just shut their mouth, or move out of the way of the water, but that's now how the wind blew today for Chris. Instead, she opened one of her fancy, smanchy, and dandy portals and allowed the water to flow straight into that empty void as she drank what water was in her mouth. The solution was definitely effect, and caused Chris to grin, so she stood there for the next few minutes, mouth wide open, and the pool of water she was standing in slowly lowering in depth as she appeared to drink the entirety of the decoration's contents.
