Post by Aaron Hatfield on Aug 4, 2009 9:23:28 GMT -6
Your Character:
Appearance:
With a five-by-eight statuesque wrapped by a layer light brown skin before the flesh, Aaron is a averaged sized guy with the strength of, maybe, 75 of him. His mild body frame would fool you into thinking that he is not a strong as he really is. Almost one-hundred percent of the time, Aaron keeps his hair very well groomed because women love to play with his hair and men love to pull on it. Occasionally, when he is at home, He walk around with his hair out with some shades on to get a laugh out of everyone. He calls that persona 'Afro-Man'!
Because of his mutant power, he doesn't have to workout but it looks like he works out at least twice a day. That's thanks to his superhuman metabolism. Only through working out can he increase his strength levels. He has a long face frame. On them are two thick black eyebrows and dark brown eyes.
It's ever so rare that you will find Aaron with his shirt on at home. Going from nerd, to fag, to hulk body has really boosted his confidence. He is proud of his change... so why hide it? Don't get me wrong. This does not come from a conceited man but a confident man.
Picture:
Celeb:
Jensen Atwood
Name: Aaron Hatfield
Codename: Drak
Age: 22
Apparent Age: 22
Date of Birth: June 23
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Powers:
Affiliation: Acoloytes
Personality:
Aaron is very short tempered and he is not one to be reckoned with once he is anger. This is one man that's bite is just as big as his bite. Feeling scorned and shunned by the Homo- Sapien race since his teenage years, he has formed a hatred for them all. When he was not all that evil in the past, he was actually a hero or, at least, tried to be. Despite his good deeds, he was hated because of his mutant heritage. This event in childhood never left him and it has been the fuel to his fire ever since.
In his own twisted ways, Aaron is very loving toward his team mates and mutants, his own kind. Aaron is not a bad person. He just feels very strongly that Homo Sapiens don't deserve to hold a position of power or need to exist. They only make his life, as well as, his kind's life harder. Aaron is a bit hard headed. You may tell him on thing but he is still going to do what he wants to do.
Despite trying to be a good hero, Aaron still feels that he is a hero. He feels he a hero for an upcoming Mutant Civil Rights movement. It's still in his nature to be protective of his team mates and other mutants. As far as killing goes, he is not going to go out of his way to kill anyone, but, if he is doing something he planned to do like throw a car, he is not going to go out of his way to avoid killing them. Hell! They ought to get out of the way.
Family: Orphaned at birth
History:
Before his birth, Aaron was conceived by his Caucasian mother of six sixteen. She didn't really know who the father was but, when the child came out, she was disappointed to see a dark skinned child. Apparently, the father was African American and, at the time, she didn't think it was okay to keep that baby, so it was put up for adoption immediately after. Aaron has never seen or known his birth mother. For a while, Aaron was passed around in Foster care for a while until he was around twelve.
The Foster Care agency realized that Aaron had been abused in the last to homes he stayed in. The agency thought it was best to put him into a orphanage since Aaron was just not having any luck. Around puberty, Aaron discovered his feelings for other males but never had the confidence to ask a guy out. He was afraid of what would happen. That was until he discovered his superhuman abilities. It was like his new found confidence.
After he gained his abilities, it seemed like his grew a hot body over night. It was totally awesome for Aaron. He had become a lot more open with his sexuality and, by the time he was eighteen, he even tried to do the super hero thing. For a while it was going alright until it slipped out that he was a mutant. It was like an instant hatred formed for him. He didn't understand. People threw trash at him whenever he tried to save people. Eventually, he just snapped in a fit of rage when someone called him a mutant fag. A burnt orange light burst in all directions and didn't nothing to the humans. They only laughed more.
At the time, he didn't understand that he had just went through a secondary mutation, but he couldn't see past his anger for the Homo Sapien race. Not only did they hate him because he was gay, but, now, they hated him because he was a mutant. A few years down the road, he has become a well known mutant terrorist and has allied himself with the likes of the Acolytes. Exactly where he wants to be. He knows that Human and Mutants can't leave in peace. He's lived it.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
RP Sample:
Entering the building through the window, he landed in a crouching position then looked around the room. His neck muscles pushing his head from side to side. His eyes were focused on trying to catch anything that would move. After about thirty seconds of reconnaissance, he pushed up on his left knee with both hands, grunting as he rose. His face frowning because he was looking forward to some action. With the voices in his head and all, he thought that this house, school, or whatever would put up more of a fuss.
He dusted the glass from his shirt and pants. The shards falling to the ground and clinging as they hit. It could probably be heard from the next room if you listened hard enough. No need in being quiet. It's not like anyone else was here. Well, at least, as far as Drak knew. Drak walked toward the door of the classroom that would lead out to the hallway. It was still too quiet. Even though he was invulnerable, the silence of this building made him feel terrifyingly human.
Step after step, he could feel the air pick up through the holes in his clothing as he came closer to the door. His right hand reaching out to the door. His chest muscles were beginning to tense up and, once again, he hesitated. he thought It might be best to knock down the door, so, if there is someone on the other side, I have the element of scaring the hell outta them. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Without a second more of hesitation, Drak pulled back his right hand and, as he pulled back his right arm, he launched a fierce kick to the door. BOOM!!! Sounded down the halls of the school like a voice echoing from the top of a mountain. The door flung off of it's hinges and straight into the adjacent wall, which was now scratched and dented from having the other door being slammed against it.
As soon as the door had hit against the wall, Drak slid out from the classroom in a long cat foot stance and looked both backward and forward. Nothing. DAMN! Now he knocked down a perfectly fair conditioned door down over superstition. After this point, Drak nodded his head and said to himself, "Okay, no more hesitation. Next time I'm just gonna go and no loud out burst." It was apparent that Drak was not trying to lower his voice because he thought he was alone. Well, until he heard an explosion from where the front door was then shortly after that he could hear the scream of a woman and breaking glass.
Immediately, he headed toward the woman's cries. He would handle the explosion later. It sounded like a woman was in trouble. After running in the opposite direction of the explosion, the sound of cracking glass stopped. DAMN!! "Lady, are you okay?...." he stopped and waited for a reply then continued after hearing no response, "Lady?" Carefully placing on foot in front of another in a slow sideways stride up the hallway. He could not be too cautious . I mean.For all he knew, she could be a kick ass cyborg, or an x-woman, or the voice in his head trying to set up a trap for him.
Your Self:
Name: Tre`
Age: 21
Gender: Male
RP Experience: 6 years
Where did you find us? I followed the link on one of your ads
Do you have any other Characters on this site? No, this is my first here.
Codes: [Accepted]
Appearance:
With a five-by-eight statuesque wrapped by a layer light brown skin before the flesh, Aaron is a averaged sized guy with the strength of, maybe, 75 of him. His mild body frame would fool you into thinking that he is not a strong as he really is. Almost one-hundred percent of the time, Aaron keeps his hair very well groomed because women love to play with his hair and men love to pull on it. Occasionally, when he is at home, He walk around with his hair out with some shades on to get a laugh out of everyone. He calls that persona 'Afro-Man'!
Because of his mutant power, he doesn't have to workout but it looks like he works out at least twice a day. That's thanks to his superhuman metabolism. Only through working out can he increase his strength levels. He has a long face frame. On them are two thick black eyebrows and dark brown eyes.
It's ever so rare that you will find Aaron with his shirt on at home. Going from nerd, to fag, to hulk body has really boosted his confidence. He is proud of his change... so why hide it? Don't get me wrong. This does not come from a conceited man but a confident man.
Picture:
Celeb:
Jensen Atwood
Name: Aaron Hatfield
Codename: Drak
Age: 22
Apparent Age: 22
Date of Birth: June 23
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Powers:
- Superhuman Strength
One of Drak's mutant abilities is to be naturally strong. He can lift up to twenty-five tons tons. Thanks to his leg strength, he jumps higher than the most athletic of humans. Jumping as high as about two or three stories in one leap. His leg strength also allows to run faster than the most athletic of humans. - Superhuman Invulnerable
Aaron's skin is as hard as titanium steel and his muscle and bone tissues are considerably denser than the tissues of an ordinary human, granting him much greater resistance to physical injury than an ordinary human. He can withstand conventional handgun fire at a range of 4 feet and cannot be cut by any blade forged of conventional material, although in the event of required surgery his skin can be lacerated by an overpowered medical laser. He can withstand up to one-ton impacts or blasts of 150 pounds of TNT without serious injury, and is highly resistant to extreme temperatures and electrical shocks. His current level of durability enables him to withstand gun fire at point-blank range, and can withstand being lit on fire without suffering any serious to-permanent injuries. He has withstood impacts from superhumans a good deal stronger stronger than he, destructive energy attacks including electricity, and falls from great heights such as ninety story high skyscrapers. - Superhuman Stamina
Aaron's muscles generate less fatigue toxins than the muscles of ordinary humans, granting him superhuman stamina. He can exert himself at peak capacity for about 24 hours before fatigue begins to affect him. - Power Negation
His secondary power enables him to produce a disruptive pulse from his eyes which can disable mutant powers, scramble electronic systems, and create a hypnotic masking effect to disguise brain wave patterns from psychics. When using this ability, Drak's eyes will shift into a burnt orange color and the pulse the emits from his pulse will also be the same color, burnt orange. The pulse that he sends out will effect few yards from his position in every direction of his current location. The pulse's can last anywhere from twenty minutes, being the shortest, to two hours, being the longest it's ever lasted, depending on the person. Anyone like Apocalypse, Sinister, or Jean will not succumb to the effects of Drak's pulse. He can use this power three times in one day before it completely exhaust his body. One is already enough to take the wind out of his breath. - Flight
Using the same energies that power his pulse, Drak can fly by negating the gravity surrounding around his body.
Affiliation: Acoloytes
Personality:
Aaron is very short tempered and he is not one to be reckoned with once he is anger. This is one man that's bite is just as big as his bite. Feeling scorned and shunned by the Homo- Sapien race since his teenage years, he has formed a hatred for them all. When he was not all that evil in the past, he was actually a hero or, at least, tried to be. Despite his good deeds, he was hated because of his mutant heritage. This event in childhood never left him and it has been the fuel to his fire ever since.
In his own twisted ways, Aaron is very loving toward his team mates and mutants, his own kind. Aaron is not a bad person. He just feels very strongly that Homo Sapiens don't deserve to hold a position of power or need to exist. They only make his life, as well as, his kind's life harder. Aaron is a bit hard headed. You may tell him on thing but he is still going to do what he wants to do.
Despite trying to be a good hero, Aaron still feels that he is a hero. He feels he a hero for an upcoming Mutant Civil Rights movement. It's still in his nature to be protective of his team mates and other mutants. As far as killing goes, he is not going to go out of his way to kill anyone, but, if he is doing something he planned to do like throw a car, he is not going to go out of his way to avoid killing them. Hell! They ought to get out of the way.
Family: Orphaned at birth
History:
Before his birth, Aaron was conceived by his Caucasian mother of six sixteen. She didn't really know who the father was but, when the child came out, she was disappointed to see a dark skinned child. Apparently, the father was African American and, at the time, she didn't think it was okay to keep that baby, so it was put up for adoption immediately after. Aaron has never seen or known his birth mother. For a while, Aaron was passed around in Foster care for a while until he was around twelve.
The Foster Care agency realized that Aaron had been abused in the last to homes he stayed in. The agency thought it was best to put him into a orphanage since Aaron was just not having any luck. Around puberty, Aaron discovered his feelings for other males but never had the confidence to ask a guy out. He was afraid of what would happen. That was until he discovered his superhuman abilities. It was like his new found confidence.
After he gained his abilities, it seemed like his grew a hot body over night. It was totally awesome for Aaron. He had become a lot more open with his sexuality and, by the time he was eighteen, he even tried to do the super hero thing. For a while it was going alright until it slipped out that he was a mutant. It was like an instant hatred formed for him. He didn't understand. People threw trash at him whenever he tried to save people. Eventually, he just snapped in a fit of rage when someone called him a mutant fag. A burnt orange light burst in all directions and didn't nothing to the humans. They only laughed more.
At the time, he didn't understand that he had just went through a secondary mutation, but he couldn't see past his anger for the Homo Sapien race. Not only did they hate him because he was gay, but, now, they hated him because he was a mutant. A few years down the road, he has become a well known mutant terrorist and has allied himself with the likes of the Acolytes. Exactly where he wants to be. He knows that Human and Mutants can't leave in peace. He's lived it.
Strengths:
- Fighting
- His Physical Strengths
- His Courage and Confidence
- His Past
- The fact that he has no family to protect. It's harder to ever have leverage on Drak.
Weaknesses:
- Beautiful Men
- ... and their ass!
- People who are just as strong as he is
- Can be blinded by anger and hatred due to his short temperedness
- His prejudice toward the human race can sometime gets the better of him and distract him.
RP Sample:
Entering the building through the window, he landed in a crouching position then looked around the room. His neck muscles pushing his head from side to side. His eyes were focused on trying to catch anything that would move. After about thirty seconds of reconnaissance, he pushed up on his left knee with both hands, grunting as he rose. His face frowning because he was looking forward to some action. With the voices in his head and all, he thought that this house, school, or whatever would put up more of a fuss.
He dusted the glass from his shirt and pants. The shards falling to the ground and clinging as they hit. It could probably be heard from the next room if you listened hard enough. No need in being quiet. It's not like anyone else was here. Well, at least, as far as Drak knew. Drak walked toward the door of the classroom that would lead out to the hallway. It was still too quiet. Even though he was invulnerable, the silence of this building made him feel terrifyingly human.
Step after step, he could feel the air pick up through the holes in his clothing as he came closer to the door. His right hand reaching out to the door. His chest muscles were beginning to tense up and, once again, he hesitated. he thought It might be best to knock down the door, so, if there is someone on the other side, I have the element of scaring the hell outta them. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Without a second more of hesitation, Drak pulled back his right hand and, as he pulled back his right arm, he launched a fierce kick to the door. BOOM!!! Sounded down the halls of the school like a voice echoing from the top of a mountain. The door flung off of it's hinges and straight into the adjacent wall, which was now scratched and dented from having the other door being slammed against it.
As soon as the door had hit against the wall, Drak slid out from the classroom in a long cat foot stance and looked both backward and forward. Nothing. DAMN! Now he knocked down a perfectly fair conditioned door down over superstition. After this point, Drak nodded his head and said to himself, "Okay, no more hesitation. Next time I'm just gonna go and no loud out burst." It was apparent that Drak was not trying to lower his voice because he thought he was alone. Well, until he heard an explosion from where the front door was then shortly after that he could hear the scream of a woman and breaking glass.
Immediately, he headed toward the woman's cries. He would handle the explosion later. It sounded like a woman was in trouble. After running in the opposite direction of the explosion, the sound of cracking glass stopped. DAMN!! "Lady, are you okay?...." he stopped and waited for a reply then continued after hearing no response, "Lady?" Carefully placing on foot in front of another in a slow sideways stride up the hallway. He could not be too cautious . I mean.For all he knew, she could be a kick ass cyborg, or an x-woman, or the voice in his head trying to set up a trap for him.
Your Self:
Name: Tre`
Age: 21
Gender: Male
RP Experience: 6 years
Where did you find us? I followed the link on one of your ads
Do you have any other Characters on this site? No, this is my first here.
Codes: [Accepted]
