Post by Tommie Anderson on Jan 13, 2008 11:17:25 GMT -5
The Player
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Contact:[/b] PM only
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Character
Character's Name: Tommie Anderson
Nicknames: Pyre
Race: Gifted Human
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Physical Profile
[/b][/u][/center]Height:[/b] Six feet, four inches
Build:[/b] Lean, Stringy
Hair Color:[/b] Dark brown, tinges of lighter color
Hair Style:[/b] Short and straight
Eye Color:[/b] Very light blue (tapwater)
Clothing Style:[/b] Blue denim jeans, a denim jacket, and a black T-shirt. He quite literally has no other outfits. His other defining feature is his black gloves. He has never been seen without them.
Origin:[/b] Greenland
Birthplace: Greenland
Personality:
Frankly, Tommie is not much of a person. The time normal humans would have spent developing friendships and generally learning how to be good people, he spent learning how to control Pyre, his gift. He is cold-natured, logistical, and genuinely sociopathic. Thus, he makes no effort at all to blend in, although he has impeccable manners. It's possible to trail him just by the space that everyone, no matter what, gives him.
Additionally, Tommie does not make friends. He doesn't really understand the concept, and in any case the continued presence of any given being starts making the Pyre in him heat up, so long-term association with Tommie is usually fatal. By this point in his life, other people have realized this, and have as little contact with Tommie as possible. This suits him.
Background and History:
Tommie was born in Greenland, the nation of ice, so the effects of the Pyre were immediately obvious. He didn't grow into his powers; he melted most of an ice shelf within a month, and his family, after fleeing from one part of Greenland to another for three years, finally gave him up for adoption. He was then moved to New York, and within two weeks immolated both of his foster parents.
Since then, he was either passed around by Social Services or left to care for himself. It has lead to a very lonely existence, something that Tommie either does not realize or does not care about.
The Pyre is, as far as Tommie, can tell, a sentient powertap that lives in the left side of his chest. It manipulates temperature around him, and when consciously directed, is very easily controlled. Unconsciously, the Pyre is always altering the temperature of things around it (possibly a reflection of Tommie?) and within a short period of time, a few weeks to a month, most inanimate objects degrade or combust. Other individuals, as far greater sources of life, tend to ignite after a few months of close contact or as soon as physical contact is initiated. In other words, Tommie has no permanent fixtures in his life. Only a being with incredibly strong spiritual powers could resist this breakdown, but then Tommie is supposed to kill them.
The Pyre has one driving purpose: to kill Spiritual beings. Angels, demons, recalled spirits, fey; the Pyre wants to kill them all. Tommie doesn't particularly care for slaughtering nonoffending beings (those who do are forfeit), but the life-force of Spiritual beings seems to sustain the Pyre, and without that it starts feeding on him. It's kill or be killed for Tommie.
Likes:
Gloves
Decent Conversation
Permanence
Warm Weather (he has to sleep outdoors)
Nonflammable Materials
Dislikes:
The Pyre
His Family
Social Services
Flammable Objects
Physical Contact (things catch on fire)
Strengths: (3+)[/b]
The Pyre
Massive Fighting Experience
Stoic
Trustworthy
Weaknesses: (3+)[/b]
Impersonal
No Social Graces
Destitute
Physical Contact is Lethal
Name of Celebrity For Profile Pic/Avatar:
Tom Brosnan
Example Role Play (must be at least two FULL paragraphs):
The sound of metal screaming as it began to glow red from the heat blended nicely with the sprite's cries as he ran desperately over the forge-hot catwalk. Behind him, a figure cloaked in a swirling heat bubble reached out and grasped on railing, and watched as, twenty feet away, part of the railing abruptly burned white and twisted onto itself, smacking the sprite in the face as it did. He fell off the catwalk and hit the ground thirty feet below. Bones cracked audibly.
Tommie jumped off the catwalk and rode a thermal to the ground, landing softly. He walked over to the squirming, moaning sprite, knelt by it, and muttered a low "Sorry." There was no inflection in his tone.
Then he stripped off a glove and laid one bare hand on the sprite, and did not watch as the Pyre consumed it in a raging ball of frost and spiritual hunger. Afterwards, sliding his glove on and looking at the frozen corpse, he began to calculate exactly how long it would be before he had to kill again.
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