Post by Marr-bles™ on Oct 20, 2007 21:03:09 GMT -5
BEFORE: 
NOW: 
Name: Brandon Donille
Nicknames: Brand
Aliases: N/a
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Age: 27
Marital Status: Divorced
Sexual Orientation: STraight
Weight: 147lbs
Height: 6'0
History:
"Here's your dinner you filthy peice of crap..." A gruff voice echoed out in the darkness of the room. A dark haired boy looked up from his slumber at the sound of the man. With dirt on his face, he rubbed his eye to get it back into focus of the black room and used what light he had to see the sillhouette of the man infront of him. "Better hurry up and eat, cause that's all your getting tonight. Rations are going down for you. No food, no energy to use your powers, but then again, I doubt that you'll be able to use them anyways, considering!..." The man teased laying the food down outside of his cell.
"Whatever... just wait until they find me. Your butts going to be the first to go when I get my hands on you.." A sudden loud noise came from across the room and a young girls voice squeaked out a moan. Brandon hated to hear any kind of sound that came from a fellow gifted especialy a girls. With a turn of his face the gruff man kicked his cell door.
"Good night.. hope the bed bugs bite..." With those words he left the room, shutting the door to the cells behind him. Brandon looked down at the plate, noticing the material was made of metal. Such a thing for a dumb man to do.
"Well, at least I'll be able to try again tonight... HOpefully it turns out better than last time." He said and mentally rubbed a knot on the back of his neck. Many times he'd try to escape and everytime he ended up getting caught, and usually injured in the attempt. "It's been three days.. so hopefully, it'll be a good one this time. I wonder... " Picking the plate up, the food dumped to the ground and he held the plate in the palm of his hand. "come on.... small sharp.. and thin."
The plate began to melt around his hand as he felt the metal fusing with his skin. Encasing the fingers, then the wrist, and up to his elbow. At the edge of his finger tips it started to fuse together, allowing it to become sharpened at the edge and then it became as thin as a peice of paper. With a few hard hits against his cell door latch, it finally let off a 'clink' and he was freed. Knowing that someone would have heard that he quickly bolted out of the door.
The darkness hid his form very well, his light tan skin was the only color seen on him as he crouched down along the edge of the walls and etched his body closer to the second door at the end of the room. Upon reaching the door, his hand touched the metal of the door knob but he stopped abruptly hearing a slight moan from the same voice he heard ealier. Hearing noises like that was an everyday thing to him, but this one seemed so pitiful. He had to find out the source of the moan and looked around to the cells that held other gifteds of the night. "Hello?" He whispere dout going to a cell seeing a man sleeping uncomfortably but moved on quickly two more cells down when his eye's caught a small cage that held a form that was laying down. It was to small for a man, but a kid would fit perfectly adn that is what he found inside of the cage.
A small girl, no older than seven or eight and she looked extrememly weak. Her pitiful form lay non moving, but her chest slowly raised with her slow breaths. Brandon reached a hand in to wake the girl. "Hey.. you okay?" He whispere dout and cringed at the sound of the door opening to the holding cell. "Hey... come on, let me get you out of here. Okay?" He asked, as the small child raised up, her arms shook as she lifted herself up and faced the boy. Ears adn a tail accented the girl as Brandon could see in the darkness and told her to cover her head. Almost instantly the girl did just that and her eye's looked back at one second to see a sharp object in his hands as it sliced through the cell's lock. He reached in after opening the door and picked her up. She was light, and very weak. Her arms were very limber as they could barely hold on to him. "Lets get you out of here. Wha'ts your name?" He asked as another soundcame from the door, this time it opened up. "We gotta get out of here, and quickly, just stay quiet. I promise I'll get you out of here!" he told her and just as the door opened, he instantly used the metal covering over his hand to cut the mans knees then kicked him in the cut sending him doubled over in pain and out of breath.
Brandon ran quickly letting the metal melt away form his hands and held the girl tightly in his arms. Every hallway and passage way held many goverment officials, but not one saw him this time. Was it luck that he was able to escape for the sake of this girl? He hoped so. Her tiny form stayed still in his hands but only a moan came from her lips anytime he made a quck jolt to hide. Eluding the front door officials, he was able to make it outside. The bushed hid their bodies well, as Brandon sat the girl down on the ground and leaned her against the bushed trunk. "I'm going back in to find other gifteds. I need to help them out as well. Stay here. I'f I don't come back, please.. RUN and find a hiding place. PLease be safe...I promise I'll find you.. "
"No.. please don't go.. please... I don't wan tyou to go..." The little girl cried out reaching her hand out for him as Brandon ran back into the building for others, but as he ran back inside, he was faced with an offical.
"Not this time. I will get out of here with as many gifteds as I can. YOu are not going to hold them any longer.." He stated. Just seventeen years old and he acted like he was twenty five and a superhero.
"Sucha brave young man, but I"m afraid that you won't be able to see the outside again for a while..." Running at brandon, he mistakenly forgot about his powers and with a sudden jolt, brandon punched him in the stomach grabbing his tazor that he held in his pocked and fused it with his hands. Only a few minutes it took to take down the man, with his hand fused with the tazor, it still held the electrifying jolts and he quickly found his way back to the cell. With his gift, he found a peice of metal and allowed all the gifteds in the room freedom, some helping the others who were too weak and Brandon then knew tht everything was fine from there. He had to get back outside to the girl. Using the same route, not waiting on the released captured, he made his way back outside and going to the bush, the girl was nowhere to be seen. With a shake of his head, he ran from the building.
Years passed after the war had ended and Brandon had done well for himself. He had invented a few items and sold them to make his money and married . Two years into his marriage, his wife divorced him, leaving their son in the care of his ex. He still hears from his young five year old boy. Coming to Dotado, he has found a good place to settle, but his real mission has been to find that girl he saved so many years ago. he still wonders if she's even alive or doing well.
Powers: He able to substitute parts of his body with a near by item whether it be Wood, metal, or any other solid item and mold it around his body to create different types of weapon.
Personality: (I hate this part. Please forgive me on this. Usually the personalilty comes out within the rp, but...)
He has a gentle soul and can't seem to let anything get by him without his own thoughts. Compassionate, yet strict. Quite the conversationalist, but only when he feels up to it.
Power Related Issues: If the molded item holds to long, it will become hardened against his skin causing irritation and stiffness around the area in which the form was at.
Weaknesses: While the 'item' is molded against him, the weakness of that item is still in tack. Fire + Wood = burn... ect.
NOW: Name: Brandon Donille
Nicknames: Brand
Aliases: N/a
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Age: 27
Marital Status: Divorced
Sexual Orientation: STraight
Weight: 147lbs
Height: 6'0
History:
"Here's your dinner you filthy peice of crap..." A gruff voice echoed out in the darkness of the room. A dark haired boy looked up from his slumber at the sound of the man. With dirt on his face, he rubbed his eye to get it back into focus of the black room and used what light he had to see the sillhouette of the man infront of him. "Better hurry up and eat, cause that's all your getting tonight. Rations are going down for you. No food, no energy to use your powers, but then again, I doubt that you'll be able to use them anyways, considering!..." The man teased laying the food down outside of his cell.
"Whatever... just wait until they find me. Your butts going to be the first to go when I get my hands on you.." A sudden loud noise came from across the room and a young girls voice squeaked out a moan. Brandon hated to hear any kind of sound that came from a fellow gifted especialy a girls. With a turn of his face the gruff man kicked his cell door.
"Good night.. hope the bed bugs bite..." With those words he left the room, shutting the door to the cells behind him. Brandon looked down at the plate, noticing the material was made of metal. Such a thing for a dumb man to do.
"Well, at least I'll be able to try again tonight... HOpefully it turns out better than last time." He said and mentally rubbed a knot on the back of his neck. Many times he'd try to escape and everytime he ended up getting caught, and usually injured in the attempt. "It's been three days.. so hopefully, it'll be a good one this time. I wonder... " Picking the plate up, the food dumped to the ground and he held the plate in the palm of his hand. "come on.... small sharp.. and thin."
The plate began to melt around his hand as he felt the metal fusing with his skin. Encasing the fingers, then the wrist, and up to his elbow. At the edge of his finger tips it started to fuse together, allowing it to become sharpened at the edge and then it became as thin as a peice of paper. With a few hard hits against his cell door latch, it finally let off a 'clink' and he was freed. Knowing that someone would have heard that he quickly bolted out of the door.
The darkness hid his form very well, his light tan skin was the only color seen on him as he crouched down along the edge of the walls and etched his body closer to the second door at the end of the room. Upon reaching the door, his hand touched the metal of the door knob but he stopped abruptly hearing a slight moan from the same voice he heard ealier. Hearing noises like that was an everyday thing to him, but this one seemed so pitiful. He had to find out the source of the moan and looked around to the cells that held other gifteds of the night. "Hello?" He whispere dout going to a cell seeing a man sleeping uncomfortably but moved on quickly two more cells down when his eye's caught a small cage that held a form that was laying down. It was to small for a man, but a kid would fit perfectly adn that is what he found inside of the cage.
A small girl, no older than seven or eight and she looked extrememly weak. Her pitiful form lay non moving, but her chest slowly raised with her slow breaths. Brandon reached a hand in to wake the girl. "Hey.. you okay?" He whispere dout and cringed at the sound of the door opening to the holding cell. "Hey... come on, let me get you out of here. Okay?" He asked, as the small child raised up, her arms shook as she lifted herself up and faced the boy. Ears adn a tail accented the girl as Brandon could see in the darkness and told her to cover her head. Almost instantly the girl did just that and her eye's looked back at one second to see a sharp object in his hands as it sliced through the cell's lock. He reached in after opening the door and picked her up. She was light, and very weak. Her arms were very limber as they could barely hold on to him. "Lets get you out of here. Wha'ts your name?" He asked as another soundcame from the door, this time it opened up. "We gotta get out of here, and quickly, just stay quiet. I promise I'll get you out of here!" he told her and just as the door opened, he instantly used the metal covering over his hand to cut the mans knees then kicked him in the cut sending him doubled over in pain and out of breath.
Brandon ran quickly letting the metal melt away form his hands and held the girl tightly in his arms. Every hallway and passage way held many goverment officials, but not one saw him this time. Was it luck that he was able to escape for the sake of this girl? He hoped so. Her tiny form stayed still in his hands but only a moan came from her lips anytime he made a quck jolt to hide. Eluding the front door officials, he was able to make it outside. The bushed hid their bodies well, as Brandon sat the girl down on the ground and leaned her against the bushed trunk. "I'm going back in to find other gifteds. I need to help them out as well. Stay here. I'f I don't come back, please.. RUN and find a hiding place. PLease be safe...I promise I'll find you.. "
"No.. please don't go.. please... I don't wan tyou to go..." The little girl cried out reaching her hand out for him as Brandon ran back into the building for others, but as he ran back inside, he was faced with an offical.
"Not this time. I will get out of here with as many gifteds as I can. YOu are not going to hold them any longer.." He stated. Just seventeen years old and he acted like he was twenty five and a superhero.
"Sucha brave young man, but I"m afraid that you won't be able to see the outside again for a while..." Running at brandon, he mistakenly forgot about his powers and with a sudden jolt, brandon punched him in the stomach grabbing his tazor that he held in his pocked and fused it with his hands. Only a few minutes it took to take down the man, with his hand fused with the tazor, it still held the electrifying jolts and he quickly found his way back to the cell. With his gift, he found a peice of metal and allowed all the gifteds in the room freedom, some helping the others who were too weak and Brandon then knew tht everything was fine from there. He had to get back outside to the girl. Using the same route, not waiting on the released captured, he made his way back outside and going to the bush, the girl was nowhere to be seen. With a shake of his head, he ran from the building.
Years passed after the war had ended and Brandon had done well for himself. He had invented a few items and sold them to make his money and married . Two years into his marriage, his wife divorced him, leaving their son in the care of his ex. He still hears from his young five year old boy. Coming to Dotado, he has found a good place to settle, but his real mission has been to find that girl he saved so many years ago. he still wonders if she's even alive or doing well.
Powers: He able to substitute parts of his body with a near by item whether it be Wood, metal, or any other solid item and mold it around his body to create different types of weapon.
Personality: (I hate this part. Please forgive me on this. Usually the personalilty comes out within the rp, but...)
He has a gentle soul and can't seem to let anything get by him without his own thoughts. Compassionate, yet strict. Quite the conversationalist, but only when he feels up to it.
Power Related Issues: If the molded item holds to long, it will become hardened against his skin causing irritation and stiffness around the area in which the form was at.
Weaknesses: While the 'item' is molded against him, the weakness of that item is still in tack. Fire + Wood = burn... ect.
