Post by Adorjan on Nov 14, 2009 18:02:45 GMT -5
Name: James Adorjan
Alias: Adorjan
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
FearLadders
Favorite Color: Gold
Blood type: AB
Personality: He's reckless, and tends to be foolhardy he puts caution to the wind and puts the safety of others before him at all times. His tendency to act before thinking has landed him in many situations he was ill suited for and he has the scars to speak for him, emotional and physical. James tends to be boisterous and outspoken, if he believes there is an injustice he will always voice his opinion passionately and try and assist in solving the problem. James also loves his family and holds his sisters life far above his own, he regrets leaving every day and is in a constant state of worry though he may hide it. He isn't greedy and has no monetary wealth of his own. James tends to give all his acquired funds to the needy. He has long desired to be a part of something larger than himself and wants to mark his place in history by doing great deeds. His willingness to help others has also landed him in trouble, it being very easy to coerce him into assisting others has made it easy for him to be taken advantage of.
Preference in womenJames prefers thicker healthy looking women, thick in the thigh and chest. He doesn't find blondes attractive but strangely usually ends up dating them. When it comes to him choosing a woman she has to be able to make him laugh, not many women can do that so he sometimes lets that one slide. But they must be intelligent, no bimbos for him. He also loves a little southern twang in a woman's voice. (Possibly the reason he choose Georgia over Washington or Oregon). The opinion of his sister always meant the world to him so he tends to only date those she approves of. James is currently single and has been for the last nine years.
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 197 lbs
Physical Description: Built for speed and endurance, James has the muscle to back a punch or kick, and the legs for a good get away. He usually wears his facial hair in a short trimmed goatee and mustache. His eyes are big and brown and he tends to wear his naturally dark hair short or mid length and tosselled. Standing taller than average he carries himself as such, always walking straight his posture makes him appear taller than he really is.
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~:Powers/Tools:~
Powers & Abilities: Adorjans touch has the ability to heal any wound not resulting in instant death. The natural oils his hands excrete speed up the bodies cellular reconstruction. But what he can start he can also stop, his hands can also produce a powerful toxin that causes the heart to cease beating nearly instantly.
After years of living off of small game in the Georgia woods he's become an excellent shot with his SVT.
Weakness: The oils must touch flesh to work, and he cannot heal himself.
State of Control/Rules: He is in complete control of what oils he produces, he doesn't have to be angry to produce the toxin or happy or worried to create the balm. The production of the oil is a conscious choice, not a physiological response.
Reason You Choose Your Power: I thought the concept was cool and realistic. No glowing lights and white magick emanating from his finger tips.
Weapons: He carries an antique Russian SVT-40 Semi-Automatic Rifle that he found in good condition in his grandfathers attic. He takes very good care of it
He also carries a Berreta M9 on him at all times that has its rounds coated heavily in his toxin. He has only had to use it once. For most his rifle suffices.
Equipment: Nothing unless he sees he needs something
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~:History:~
Place of Birth: Bloomington Illinois
Relatives:
Claire Adorjan - Twin sister, Living, can be played
Oliver Adorjan -Older Brother, living, can be played.
Robert Adorjan - Grandfather, deceased.
Stacey Adorjan - Mother, deceased.
History: James was born to a middle class family on the outskirts of Bloomington Illinois. He and his sister Claire were the product of happy marriage that ended tragically when their father was struck by a vehicle when the babes were but infants.
His mother worked much of the time leaving the two children in the hands of their older brother Olivier and their Grandfather Robert who lived near by. Growing up, Robert played the part of a father figure to the children. James grew very close to his grandfather through his childhood and the pair would spend hours together in his attic going through old trunks with James listening intently to his stories.
Growing up James lived the normal life of a child, he had friends, attended school, and even played on the school football team where he began building his speed and endurance. When he was seventeen he discovered his ability to heal when his sister fell from the back of his pickup truck and gashed her skull. The injury wasn't too serious but rationalizing was never one of James' strong suites. He wanted to help her so badly he held his hands to the side of her head applying pressure to stop the bleeding, and when the paramedics arrived and he finally removed his hands the injury was gone. The duo were fined heavily for a a prank, but both of them knew what had truly transpired in that parking lot. James was one of the others.
Over the next couple weeks he attempted to keep his ability hidden from the public but during a football game a teammates leg was broken. Young Adorjan couldn't resist helping his friend and he healed him. In front of a crowd of over three hundred, people cried out in astonishment, fear, and joy.
As the crowd cheered one man did nothing, a scout from the government who sought his kind. After the game had ended and after numerous back slaps James made his way back to his pickup truck and was confronted by the agent. The pair fought and Claire arrived, who was immediately taken hostage by the official, he would have her life if he didn't cooperate. He wanted him dead, no one threatened her. He never wanted something more in his entire life and he extended his arms to be cuffed.
But no sooner had the agent grabbed his wrist did he fall over spasming and was dead in a matter of seconds. Shaken, he knew he had to escape he would figure things out later. There would be more coming. He knew he couldn't go home yet so he hid out for a couple hours with his sister at a friends. When he finally made his way home to gather his belongings he found his mother and grandfather slain, laying in their own blood on the pantry floor where they sought refuge. There was no one to be seen in the house, the agents came and had left.
He swore then he would never fail his family again, so he made his way over to his grandfathers house where he discovered the SVT-40 and he ran. He was a danger to his family, and he wouldn't allow his sister or brother to be hurt.
Eventually James found an abandoned silo in the middle of the woods of Georgia. He guessed that this land had once been farm land and he finally stopped running. It was there that he finally rested. After nearly three days of restless running, he fell into a deep sleep beset by nightmares, where he found his beloved family time and time again bathing in their own blood.It was in this silo that he began to get a grasp on his abilities, he experimented on mice and other small creatures until it became a science.
One day on a supply trip into town he heard a scream projecting from an alley way where an ex-soldier out of work was accosting a young woman for her belongs and perhaps more. Approaching slowly he began his final and most important experiment, would it work when he truly needed it.
Grabbing the would be thief by the wrist he fell into a spasming pain filled death. It had worked, then the screaming began. The woman ran from him screaming the devil was among them. He scooped up the M9 the thief had been carrying and ran. He had stayed in that silo for nearly three years at that point. It was his home, and here he was running again. He wanted nothing more than to belong.
For the past six years he has been on the run, seeking refuge and those that would accept him. Always dreaming of the day he would be with his sister and brother again. In a world that was finally ready for him.
Alias: Adorjan
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
FearLadders
Favorite Color: Gold
Blood type: AB
Personality: He's reckless, and tends to be foolhardy he puts caution to the wind and puts the safety of others before him at all times. His tendency to act before thinking has landed him in many situations he was ill suited for and he has the scars to speak for him, emotional and physical. James tends to be boisterous and outspoken, if he believes there is an injustice he will always voice his opinion passionately and try and assist in solving the problem. James also loves his family and holds his sisters life far above his own, he regrets leaving every day and is in a constant state of worry though he may hide it. He isn't greedy and has no monetary wealth of his own. James tends to give all his acquired funds to the needy. He has long desired to be a part of something larger than himself and wants to mark his place in history by doing great deeds. His willingness to help others has also landed him in trouble, it being very easy to coerce him into assisting others has made it easy for him to be taken advantage of.
Preference in womenJames prefers thicker healthy looking women, thick in the thigh and chest. He doesn't find blondes attractive but strangely usually ends up dating them. When it comes to him choosing a woman she has to be able to make him laugh, not many women can do that so he sometimes lets that one slide. But they must be intelligent, no bimbos for him. He also loves a little southern twang in a woman's voice. (Possibly the reason he choose Georgia over Washington or Oregon). The opinion of his sister always meant the world to him so he tends to only date those she approves of. James is currently single and has been for the last nine years.
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 197 lbs
Physical Description: Built for speed and endurance, James has the muscle to back a punch or kick, and the legs for a good get away. He usually wears his facial hair in a short trimmed goatee and mustache. His eyes are big and brown and he tends to wear his naturally dark hair short or mid length and tosselled. Standing taller than average he carries himself as such, always walking straight his posture makes him appear taller than he really is.
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~:Powers/Tools:~
Powers & Abilities: Adorjans touch has the ability to heal any wound not resulting in instant death. The natural oils his hands excrete speed up the bodies cellular reconstruction. But what he can start he can also stop, his hands can also produce a powerful toxin that causes the heart to cease beating nearly instantly.
After years of living off of small game in the Georgia woods he's become an excellent shot with his SVT.
Weakness: The oils must touch flesh to work, and he cannot heal himself.
State of Control/Rules: He is in complete control of what oils he produces, he doesn't have to be angry to produce the toxin or happy or worried to create the balm. The production of the oil is a conscious choice, not a physiological response.
Reason You Choose Your Power: I thought the concept was cool and realistic. No glowing lights and white magick emanating from his finger tips.
Weapons: He carries an antique Russian SVT-40 Semi-Automatic Rifle that he found in good condition in his grandfathers attic. He takes very good care of it
He also carries a Berreta M9 on him at all times that has its rounds coated heavily in his toxin. He has only had to use it once. For most his rifle suffices.
Equipment: Nothing unless he sees he needs something
=================
~:History:~
Place of Birth: Bloomington Illinois
Relatives:
Claire Adorjan - Twin sister, Living, can be played
Oliver Adorjan -Older Brother, living, can be played.
Robert Adorjan - Grandfather, deceased.
Stacey Adorjan - Mother, deceased.
History: James was born to a middle class family on the outskirts of Bloomington Illinois. He and his sister Claire were the product of happy marriage that ended tragically when their father was struck by a vehicle when the babes were but infants.
His mother worked much of the time leaving the two children in the hands of their older brother Olivier and their Grandfather Robert who lived near by. Growing up, Robert played the part of a father figure to the children. James grew very close to his grandfather through his childhood and the pair would spend hours together in his attic going through old trunks with James listening intently to his stories.
Growing up James lived the normal life of a child, he had friends, attended school, and even played on the school football team where he began building his speed and endurance. When he was seventeen he discovered his ability to heal when his sister fell from the back of his pickup truck and gashed her skull. The injury wasn't too serious but rationalizing was never one of James' strong suites. He wanted to help her so badly he held his hands to the side of her head applying pressure to stop the bleeding, and when the paramedics arrived and he finally removed his hands the injury was gone. The duo were fined heavily for a a prank, but both of them knew what had truly transpired in that parking lot. James was one of the others.
Over the next couple weeks he attempted to keep his ability hidden from the public but during a football game a teammates leg was broken. Young Adorjan couldn't resist helping his friend and he healed him. In front of a crowd of over three hundred, people cried out in astonishment, fear, and joy.
As the crowd cheered one man did nothing, a scout from the government who sought his kind. After the game had ended and after numerous back slaps James made his way back to his pickup truck and was confronted by the agent. The pair fought and Claire arrived, who was immediately taken hostage by the official, he would have her life if he didn't cooperate. He wanted him dead, no one threatened her. He never wanted something more in his entire life and he extended his arms to be cuffed.
But no sooner had the agent grabbed his wrist did he fall over spasming and was dead in a matter of seconds. Shaken, he knew he had to escape he would figure things out later. There would be more coming. He knew he couldn't go home yet so he hid out for a couple hours with his sister at a friends. When he finally made his way home to gather his belongings he found his mother and grandfather slain, laying in their own blood on the pantry floor where they sought refuge. There was no one to be seen in the house, the agents came and had left.
He swore then he would never fail his family again, so he made his way over to his grandfathers house where he discovered the SVT-40 and he ran. He was a danger to his family, and he wouldn't allow his sister or brother to be hurt.
Eventually James found an abandoned silo in the middle of the woods of Georgia. He guessed that this land had once been farm land and he finally stopped running. It was there that he finally rested. After nearly three days of restless running, he fell into a deep sleep beset by nightmares, where he found his beloved family time and time again bathing in their own blood.It was in this silo that he began to get a grasp on his abilities, he experimented on mice and other small creatures until it became a science.
One day on a supply trip into town he heard a scream projecting from an alley way where an ex-soldier out of work was accosting a young woman for her belongs and perhaps more. Approaching slowly he began his final and most important experiment, would it work when he truly needed it.
Grabbing the would be thief by the wrist he fell into a spasming pain filled death. It had worked, then the screaming began. The woman ran from him screaming the devil was among them. He scooped up the M9 the thief had been carrying and ran. He had stayed in that silo for nearly three years at that point. It was his home, and here he was running again. He wanted nothing more than to belong.
For the past six years he has been on the run, seeking refuge and those that would accept him. Always dreaming of the day he would be with his sister and brother again. In a world that was finally ready for him.
