Post by djan on Jan 5, 2011 15:57:40 GMT -6
Name: John James (Djan) Farnaby
Age: 18
Height: 5’3 – yes, you read that right
Weight: 143 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Human (gifted)
Appearance: Perhaps the most noticeable thing about Djan at first is his height – it is truly not impressive, at all. Back when he was still a teenager conforming to a group so he could feel included, he was an emo. Three years later and the black dye has long since grown out, leaving behind the natural state of light brown, slightly thick wavy hair which he ensures covers most of his eyes by regularly flicking it forwards, the bangs as long as they can practically be. His eyes are very round and large, though he keeps them lidded in an expression of distrust and disdain, the irises pale grey. An ex-ballet dancer and figure skater, not eating quite enough and running around a bit too much has helped him keep his wiry shape, and he’s lucky enough to have always been built like a much taller person than he actually is. Along with thin, well-shaped lips, a small upturned nose and a heart-shaped face with it’s characteristic long pointy chin, it takes most people a while to realise that he is, in fact, quite a pretty guy, mainly because it’s been a while since he tried to cultivate that notion. Another leftover of happier times is his tight black band tee, material worn until it’s thinner and paler than it was. His hoodie is still in decent shape, the dark cloth and bright design still easily visible. His trousers are skinny and used to be pinstriped, though they’re simply dusty grey and strategically torn to allow a wider range of movement than the constricting cut would normally allow – most obvious of which are the long ones just under his bum. Along with a battered pair of sneakers, he’s a prime example of a person adapting to their circumstance with the clothes on their back.
Personality: Djan has never been the sweetest of people. With his situation being as it is, the little kindness he had left has soured considerably. He is bitchy, unfriendly, smug, and quite narcissistic, deeming himself superior to most others. However he greatly appreciates a good sense of humour and intelligence, which can thaw him enough for him to lower himself and engage in conversation. Djan has never been a bad person, he was just raised as a spoilt child and therefore is massively selfish, always putting himself before others. If the situation is not one that puts him at a disadvantage, however, he can talk about a range of subjects up until the points where a bad mood catches him again and he returns to being foul.
Background: Djan was born in a privileged environment to well-off parents, with a younger sister, in Kensington, London. When he was very young his parents decided to move to America, which they would later regret. At fifteen, Djan had developed a habit of sneaking out and exploring the powers he had started to manifest only three years before. His parents were aware and kept him secret as best he could. Unfortunately, that night his little sister leaned out of bed and vomited, which promptly ate through the floor. Realising that a daughter with highly acidic insides was much more dangerous than a son who just seemed a bit stronger than everybody, the Farnabys waited as long as they could, and then fled back to the UK. Djan returned to a note and an empty house, and promptly legged it when he saw government agents, deciding to join the ranks of the many gifted on the run. He brought a stash of his most usable clothes with him, which he keeps hidden at various locations, and hopes to one day return to England, track down his family, and hide with them.
Roleplay Sample: Vaughn was chasing after the cat. They were playing tag, and despite Maboule’s stumpy legs, that thing could speed. Luckily, Vaughn could close doors and it’d take the cat a good long while to open them, so they were pretty evened out. Leaping forwards, he grabbed her victoriously, getting ready to set off for another round (he would withstand the chase for longer, he just knew it) when he heard an ominous crunching sound under his heel. Looking down, he felt all the blood drain from his face as he dropped to his knees, carefully picking up the now shattered remains of what had once been an iPhone. But Vaughn didn’t have an iPhone, he had a Blackberry, which meant… damn. His jaw dropped, eyebrows drawing up into the typical expression of the condemned man. Luckily, Riley was out, browsing some of the designer boutiques on the ski resort place that was simply at the other side of the aerial tramway, because Vaughn was a genius when it came to location. Ski resort nearby for awesome shops? Check. Private property that holiday makers weren’t allowed on? Also check. Sprinting to the bedroom, Vaughn leapt across and grabbed his phone, mashing at the keys frantically. “Jay-Z? Yeah. Yeah, it’s Vaughn. Listen, dude, we’ll exchange pleasantries later, I need you to literally save my life. Okay, can you get somebody to buy this – I’m sending you the link right now – and jet it over to my cabin as soon as possible? I’ll explain later. Yeah? Thanks man, I love you massively. We’re still meeting up in New York for that party, right? Awesome, see you!” he breathed a sigh as he hung up, walking and sitting on the bench outside the cabin, watching the skies. Soon (well, a couple of hours) afterwards, a loud noise came tearing through the calm air. Vaughn blinked at the passing jet, jaw dropping slightly when a helicopter emerged from it. A helicopter in a jet? Hell, yeah! The copper hovered not far above, a ladder tumbling down as a guy swung down quickly, dropping the box in Vaughn’s hand. With a nod and a wave, they were gone again. Vaughn smiled. Maybe his death wasn’t so assured anymore! But for now, he really wanted some hot chocolate. Mmm.
Other (Abilities, etc):Djan’s ability is simply a highly heightened physical capacity. He can’t change anything about himself, he can’t create anything, he can’t manipulate things or extend himself, but on the basic template of who he is, he can expand upon what is already there – though only ever one at a time. For example if he sees a crack in a wall, he can press against it carefully, squeezing his entire body mass into it. There is still exactly the same amount of him, if weighed, it’s just adapted into a slightly different (though still recognisable) shape. This also allows him super-strength to a surprising degree, or night vision, sometimes even sharpened senses generally. These can’t ever be used in parallel, however. If he is seeing in the dark, he is weak as a normal person. If he changes to have tougher skin to defend himself, he will automatically be blind because of the lack of light. It’s an exchange, a give and take. He also cannot change the shape of his clothing.
Age: 18
Height: 5’3 – yes, you read that right
Weight: 143 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Human (gifted)
Appearance: Perhaps the most noticeable thing about Djan at first is his height – it is truly not impressive, at all. Back when he was still a teenager conforming to a group so he could feel included, he was an emo. Three years later and the black dye has long since grown out, leaving behind the natural state of light brown, slightly thick wavy hair which he ensures covers most of his eyes by regularly flicking it forwards, the bangs as long as they can practically be. His eyes are very round and large, though he keeps them lidded in an expression of distrust and disdain, the irises pale grey. An ex-ballet dancer and figure skater, not eating quite enough and running around a bit too much has helped him keep his wiry shape, and he’s lucky enough to have always been built like a much taller person than he actually is. Along with thin, well-shaped lips, a small upturned nose and a heart-shaped face with it’s characteristic long pointy chin, it takes most people a while to realise that he is, in fact, quite a pretty guy, mainly because it’s been a while since he tried to cultivate that notion. Another leftover of happier times is his tight black band tee, material worn until it’s thinner and paler than it was. His hoodie is still in decent shape, the dark cloth and bright design still easily visible. His trousers are skinny and used to be pinstriped, though they’re simply dusty grey and strategically torn to allow a wider range of movement than the constricting cut would normally allow – most obvious of which are the long ones just under his bum. Along with a battered pair of sneakers, he’s a prime example of a person adapting to their circumstance with the clothes on their back.
Personality: Djan has never been the sweetest of people. With his situation being as it is, the little kindness he had left has soured considerably. He is bitchy, unfriendly, smug, and quite narcissistic, deeming himself superior to most others. However he greatly appreciates a good sense of humour and intelligence, which can thaw him enough for him to lower himself and engage in conversation. Djan has never been a bad person, he was just raised as a spoilt child and therefore is massively selfish, always putting himself before others. If the situation is not one that puts him at a disadvantage, however, he can talk about a range of subjects up until the points where a bad mood catches him again and he returns to being foul.
Background: Djan was born in a privileged environment to well-off parents, with a younger sister, in Kensington, London. When he was very young his parents decided to move to America, which they would later regret. At fifteen, Djan had developed a habit of sneaking out and exploring the powers he had started to manifest only three years before. His parents were aware and kept him secret as best he could. Unfortunately, that night his little sister leaned out of bed and vomited, which promptly ate through the floor. Realising that a daughter with highly acidic insides was much more dangerous than a son who just seemed a bit stronger than everybody, the Farnabys waited as long as they could, and then fled back to the UK. Djan returned to a note and an empty house, and promptly legged it when he saw government agents, deciding to join the ranks of the many gifted on the run. He brought a stash of his most usable clothes with him, which he keeps hidden at various locations, and hopes to one day return to England, track down his family, and hide with them.
Roleplay Sample: Vaughn was chasing after the cat. They were playing tag, and despite Maboule’s stumpy legs, that thing could speed. Luckily, Vaughn could close doors and it’d take the cat a good long while to open them, so they were pretty evened out. Leaping forwards, he grabbed her victoriously, getting ready to set off for another round (he would withstand the chase for longer, he just knew it) when he heard an ominous crunching sound under his heel. Looking down, he felt all the blood drain from his face as he dropped to his knees, carefully picking up the now shattered remains of what had once been an iPhone. But Vaughn didn’t have an iPhone, he had a Blackberry, which meant… damn. His jaw dropped, eyebrows drawing up into the typical expression of the condemned man. Luckily, Riley was out, browsing some of the designer boutiques on the ski resort place that was simply at the other side of the aerial tramway, because Vaughn was a genius when it came to location. Ski resort nearby for awesome shops? Check. Private property that holiday makers weren’t allowed on? Also check. Sprinting to the bedroom, Vaughn leapt across and grabbed his phone, mashing at the keys frantically. “Jay-Z? Yeah. Yeah, it’s Vaughn. Listen, dude, we’ll exchange pleasantries later, I need you to literally save my life. Okay, can you get somebody to buy this – I’m sending you the link right now – and jet it over to my cabin as soon as possible? I’ll explain later. Yeah? Thanks man, I love you massively. We’re still meeting up in New York for that party, right? Awesome, see you!” he breathed a sigh as he hung up, walking and sitting on the bench outside the cabin, watching the skies. Soon (well, a couple of hours) afterwards, a loud noise came tearing through the calm air. Vaughn blinked at the passing jet, jaw dropping slightly when a helicopter emerged from it. A helicopter in a jet? Hell, yeah! The copper hovered not far above, a ladder tumbling down as a guy swung down quickly, dropping the box in Vaughn’s hand. With a nod and a wave, they were gone again. Vaughn smiled. Maybe his death wasn’t so assured anymore! But for now, he really wanted some hot chocolate. Mmm.
Other (Abilities, etc):Djan’s ability is simply a highly heightened physical capacity. He can’t change anything about himself, he can’t create anything, he can’t manipulate things or extend himself, but on the basic template of who he is, he can expand upon what is already there – though only ever one at a time. For example if he sees a crack in a wall, he can press against it carefully, squeezing his entire body mass into it. There is still exactly the same amount of him, if weighed, it’s just adapted into a slightly different (though still recognisable) shape. This also allows him super-strength to a surprising degree, or night vision, sometimes even sharpened senses generally. These can’t ever be used in parallel, however. If he is seeing in the dark, he is weak as a normal person. If he changes to have tougher skin to defend himself, he will automatically be blind because of the lack of light. It’s an exchange, a give and take. He also cannot change the shape of his clothing.