Post by Malik on May 2, 2009 11:00:03 GMT -5
BASICS-
Full Name: Malik Dugan
Nickname(s): none
Age: 18
Age Appearance: 18
Gender: male
Canon or Original: Original (plot Canon)
World Of Origin: earth
History: Malik's childhood wasn't exactly a good one. His mother died giving birth to him and his father always blamed him for her death. After five years of living on the planet, he realized him and his mother weren't like normal people. They had abilities. His mom was a sorceress and he was a sorcerer, a powerful one at that. Because when one generation of sorcerer dies the next generation gets their power and all previous generation's power, he was a little unstable. Whenever something happened around the house, like when he turned on the water without touching it or healed a bruise on himself instantly, his dad would beat him. He said that he was a freak, and his mother wasn't much better.
During his teen years he went through a bit of a rebellious streak, practicing black magics to hurt his father when his father hurt him. It didn't take long for him to get consumed by the power. Malik killed his father on his 16th birthday, when the medics came they assumed it was a heart attack. Malik went to stay with his uncle until he turned 18, continuing to harm and hex people. Then he learned of something amazing, that there were many other worlds and people that were important to all of them. He stole the keyblade master and his friends and nobodies, all of Organization XII, and anyone else important to the other worlds and brought them here, stealing their memories so the other worlds would die. He called upon the evils of their worlds as well. he captured the heartless and set them free on the earth. Now he just needed to wait for the perfect moment. He immediately moved out of his uncles house to the apartment building all of his hostages were living. He believes this is his purpose. To destroy and conquer all of the worlds as his own.
Appearance:
Malik is a rather attractive man, short blond hair that was constantly ruffled up, like he had just been is a very windy place, he also had two longer strands framing his face and ending down past his shoulders. He has a swirly tattoo next to his left eye and never leaved home without his black leather jacket, nor his silver and garnet choker, for the necklace held power in all of his magic. He always wears his white scarf, no matter the temperature and his choice of pants are usually a pair of tight, black denim jeans.
As for accessories he never leaved home without at least two rings, one just a simple piece of black string, a protection spell to keep him safe, and a strange silver bit that his mother used to wear, it was in every photo he's ever seen of her. He wears three crosses, two on his ears and one on his jacket, all water-steel so that he will be safe from any malevolent being, such as the heartless he summoned here.
Personality: In short Malik is a jerk, in all ways. He's rude and mean and he hates nearly everything. he;s a two-timer and a thief. Even a murderer and a kidnapper. He's good at hiding it though, when trying to get into his enemies life he can be the sweetest most caring guy or the coolest guy in the whole world, it makes him sick through his stomach afterwords but he knows it's necessary. He is almost always outside, trying to see if his mayhem has spread to this part of the world yet because the news is buzzing about heartless all over the world.
LISTS-
Likes: black magic
power
chaos
sweets
Dislikes: white magic
being nice
animals
Strengths: He is unmatchable when it comes to magical strength, because he has two magical bloodlines in him. His mother's mother married the only other line of sorcerers there is, making him extremely powerful.
Weaknesses: hand to hand combat
Fears: losing his power
OTHER-
Extra: (Optional)
Password: Poison Berries
Custom Title:/u]
RP Sample:(As an Empath on a SPN website)
Nadine watched the girl carefully as she walked close to her. Without touching the woman she already knew the girl was curious. Probably because of her adverse reaction to the crowd. People tended to pick up on that kind of stuff. She also got a bit of loneliness off of the woman but very faint. It was a strange set of emotions to find coming off of a woman in a bar. Usually it was lust, anger, regret, sadness, even happiness, and sometimes even a bit of desperation.
Usually people were either with someone they loved, looking for someone to love, planning on a really great one night stand, or they were trying to get over a break up. In her experience that was what she got off of them. Which is why she hated bars so much, lust and love in the emotional ranges made her hurt. Anger and rage also created pain in her body. There were, however, exceptions. People like this woman who obviously had another reason for being here. Nadine couldn't help but wondering why she was in the bar.
As the woman reached her, Nadine was careful that she didn't get too close. She didn't want to know most of the things this girl was feeling, just because of the surface emotions she was getting she didn't want anything to do with skin contact. People who were out of the ordinary usually had a lot of crap going on. Her body was already starting to become painful to be in because of all of the emotions in the room, mostly revolving around sex, violence and ignorance, were overloading her system. She did not want to faint in a bar, especially if she wasn't even drinking in the bar. That would be just lame.
"Umm yeah...crowds just make me nervous." She said, making sure not to let the woman get close enough to touch her. She looked around the place, there was still no clear path to the door. She's need to shuffle through people if she was even going to get close. That usually ended with her getting a shock of emotion she couldn't possibly filter through her system and then her passing out. The body can only take so much.
"I just stopped in to use the restroom but the place packed up pretty quickly." She added quickly, as to stop the woman from wondering why she had been in there in the first place. All she wanted to do was hit the road and fast. She needed to be away from the anger, and lust. It really was starting to shock her system.
Full Name: Malik Dugan
Nickname(s): none
Age: 18
Age Appearance: 18
Gender: male
Canon or Original: Original (plot Canon)
World Of Origin: earth
History: Malik's childhood wasn't exactly a good one. His mother died giving birth to him and his father always blamed him for her death. After five years of living on the planet, he realized him and his mother weren't like normal people. They had abilities. His mom was a sorceress and he was a sorcerer, a powerful one at that. Because when one generation of sorcerer dies the next generation gets their power and all previous generation's power, he was a little unstable. Whenever something happened around the house, like when he turned on the water without touching it or healed a bruise on himself instantly, his dad would beat him. He said that he was a freak, and his mother wasn't much better.
During his teen years he went through a bit of a rebellious streak, practicing black magics to hurt his father when his father hurt him. It didn't take long for him to get consumed by the power. Malik killed his father on his 16th birthday, when the medics came they assumed it was a heart attack. Malik went to stay with his uncle until he turned 18, continuing to harm and hex people. Then he learned of something amazing, that there were many other worlds and people that were important to all of them. He stole the keyblade master and his friends and nobodies, all of Organization XII, and anyone else important to the other worlds and brought them here, stealing their memories so the other worlds would die. He called upon the evils of their worlds as well. he captured the heartless and set them free on the earth. Now he just needed to wait for the perfect moment. He immediately moved out of his uncles house to the apartment building all of his hostages were living. He believes this is his purpose. To destroy and conquer all of the worlds as his own.
Appearance:
Malik is a rather attractive man, short blond hair that was constantly ruffled up, like he had just been is a very windy place, he also had two longer strands framing his face and ending down past his shoulders. He has a swirly tattoo next to his left eye and never leaved home without his black leather jacket, nor his silver and garnet choker, for the necklace held power in all of his magic. He always wears his white scarf, no matter the temperature and his choice of pants are usually a pair of tight, black denim jeans.
As for accessories he never leaved home without at least two rings, one just a simple piece of black string, a protection spell to keep him safe, and a strange silver bit that his mother used to wear, it was in every photo he's ever seen of her. He wears three crosses, two on his ears and one on his jacket, all water-steel so that he will be safe from any malevolent being, such as the heartless he summoned here.
Personality: In short Malik is a jerk, in all ways. He's rude and mean and he hates nearly everything. he;s a two-timer and a thief. Even a murderer and a kidnapper. He's good at hiding it though, when trying to get into his enemies life he can be the sweetest most caring guy or the coolest guy in the whole world, it makes him sick through his stomach afterwords but he knows it's necessary. He is almost always outside, trying to see if his mayhem has spread to this part of the world yet because the news is buzzing about heartless all over the world.
LISTS-
Likes: black magic
power
chaos
sweets
Dislikes: white magic
being nice
animals
Strengths: He is unmatchable when it comes to magical strength, because he has two magical bloodlines in him. His mother's mother married the only other line of sorcerers there is, making him extremely powerful.
Weaknesses: hand to hand combat
Fears: losing his power
OTHER-
Extra: (Optional)
Password: Poison Berries
Custom Title:/u]
RP Sample:(As an Empath on a SPN website)
Nadine watched the girl carefully as she walked close to her. Without touching the woman she already knew the girl was curious. Probably because of her adverse reaction to the crowd. People tended to pick up on that kind of stuff. She also got a bit of loneliness off of the woman but very faint. It was a strange set of emotions to find coming off of a woman in a bar. Usually it was lust, anger, regret, sadness, even happiness, and sometimes even a bit of desperation.
Usually people were either with someone they loved, looking for someone to love, planning on a really great one night stand, or they were trying to get over a break up. In her experience that was what she got off of them. Which is why she hated bars so much, lust and love in the emotional ranges made her hurt. Anger and rage also created pain in her body. There were, however, exceptions. People like this woman who obviously had another reason for being here. Nadine couldn't help but wondering why she was in the bar.
As the woman reached her, Nadine was careful that she didn't get too close. She didn't want to know most of the things this girl was feeling, just because of the surface emotions she was getting she didn't want anything to do with skin contact. People who were out of the ordinary usually had a lot of crap going on. Her body was already starting to become painful to be in because of all of the emotions in the room, mostly revolving around sex, violence and ignorance, were overloading her system. She did not want to faint in a bar, especially if she wasn't even drinking in the bar. That would be just lame.
"Umm yeah...crowds just make me nervous." She said, making sure not to let the woman get close enough to touch her. She looked around the place, there was still no clear path to the door. She's need to shuffle through people if she was even going to get close. That usually ended with her getting a shock of emotion she couldn't possibly filter through her system and then her passing out. The body can only take so much.
"I just stopped in to use the restroom but the place packed up pretty quickly." She added quickly, as to stop the woman from wondering why she had been in there in the first place. All she wanted to do was hit the road and fast. She needed to be away from the anger, and lust. It really was starting to shock her system.
