Post by Owen Bailey on Nov 29, 2010 20:27:11 GMT -5
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OWEN WILLIAM BAILEY
Owen Bailey | 19 | Straight | Chaotic Neutral (for now) | Con artist/thief | Jason Dohring[/color][/font]
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-Half Demon: His half demon physiology (demon explained more in history) grants superior strength, speed, stamina, and dexterity putting him at about vampire level in comparison. He also can heals a little bit quicker than the average human,but not as fast as a slayer or vampire.
- Precognitive visions: Granted under mysterious circumstances,seer who receives prophetic visions from The Powers That Be, usually of people in peril
- Enhanced sense of smell: Also from his demon heritage he has an enhanced sense of smell, enough to tell alive flesh from dead allowing him to distinguish vampires from a pack of people.
-Scrapper: being a runaway since he was fourteen he had to survive on the streets, and can fight though has no formal style of fighting.
-Intelligent: Though he tends to downplay it he is actually quite intelligent, capable of coming up with sound battle strategies and showing excellent skills of insight and analysis, particularly on people and relationships. Though he tends to paly it off as if he's making it up as he goes.
- Conman: As such he is able to gain other peoples trust quite easily, being very persuasive and highly personable. Despite being nineteen has has pretended to be older and is skilled in making fake Id's
WEAKNESSES
-Untrusting: While he can gain other peoples trust and pretend to be there friend he believes that everyone plays an angle of some kind, and thus is highly suspicious of other peoples motives, leading him to trust very few.
- Primal state: The downside of his demonic heritage is one week out of the year he is taken by the more primal urge of his species to mate. It is a strong urge, that causes him to be sexually aggressive towards the point of force if resisted.
-Hunger: Also from his demonic heritage he has a particular hunger for dead flesh. This can usually be curbed by a rare hamburger or steak, but if denied it can continue until he is compelled to hunt down and kill the first vampire in sight or kill a human and it eat it.
-Rats: Due to a incident in his youth he has a large phobia of rats and other rodent like creatures
-Pride: Takes great issue with being told what to do. Causing him to frequently take on challenges that are too big for him because someone told him not to or tried to force him to do the opposite.
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Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
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He has a surprisingly low amount of scars with one notable exception: A diagonal white scar on his left shoulder blade that he got during a car accident. As if to make things even he has a diagonal tribal tattoo on his right shoulder blade,that he got out of boredom one day.
Owen has never much cared for fashion.He dresses mainly for comfort rather than sophistication. However he has learned how to appear presentable and stylish when working a con. Able to dress stylishly when when the time calls for it, when he's had the choice he prefers a pair of good cross-trainer to Italian leather shoes. He has however developed a particular liking to leather jackets, his personal favorite being an black leather jacket he's had for 3 years now.
PERSONALITY Outwardly Owen seems to be an alright guy. An excellent conversationalists with a good sense of humor, sometimes his humor is the raw truth, but he speaks his mind Sometimes known for saying the 'painful truth'. However even when he appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. A likable person in general.
However on the inside Owen like to be aware of a situation and always know what's going on, He is very capable of hiding his true feelings and motivations, and often has ulterior motives or hidden agendas of his own. He is very weary about truly trusting anyone, a person needs to gain their trust and this gets built up over time.
He has a very charismatic personality, always willing to talk his way out of situations rather than resort to force of arms. Moreover, talking is what he does best. He can be extremely charming and persuasive, an especially remarkable feat given that he is usually addressing, greedy evil, paranoid people that trust few.
However in the dark corners of his mind lies a dark savagery of the beast. He can be a devastating when finally forced to fight and even laugh whilst in the midst of beating enemies down. However this dark part of him for the most part remains hidden underneath.
LIKES
# Ginger candy
# Books
# Late nights
# Music
# Movies (king fu/action/suspense)
# Coffee
DISLIKES
# Early Mornings
# People who take themselves way to seriously
# Chinese food
# Roller Coasters
# Ties
# Rats
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Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
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The females of the species also serve as conduits for which the makes enter the earth plane, able to generate small dimensional portals. One week out of the year is Hollower demon mating period, where the females generate another portal, however due to their physiology that hormones of mating only allow this portal to open for a window of five minutes. If the male is unable to get to the portal in that five minute window, then he is stuck in the earth realm in his primal state
-Excerpt from the Watcher’s Demon Compendium
That is where Owen’s story began. With a Hollower demon searching in it’s primal state for a mate and it found one…Owen’s mother Delilah. Unable to process what had happened to her, she thought she had been raped and when she found out she was pregnant things looked bleak. However she had the baby and unfortunately died in the process of birth.
The baby was born perfectly healthy and appeared normal. It was placed in foster care. For the first bit of his life Owen was bounced around foster homes, most were unfortunately not the best. One incident he remembers is when he woke up one night to find that one of his foster siblings had put a rat on his face and when he woke up screaming the rat bit and scratched him leaving him with a permanent fear of rodents.
His demonic heritage kicked in around his 13th birthday when his hunger started to kick in. No matter what he ate he found himself still unsatisfied. Then one night he snuck out of his foster home and began hunting. He prowled in his primal stae until he came upon a vampire in the early hours before the sun came up. Unsuspecting of a small kid, the vampire was soon taken down and feasted upon by a young Owen. At first he was horrified once the consumption of the flesh brought him back to normal, but when the sun came up and the remains turned to dust, he was confused.
He spent the next year in dark and odd shops, in odd corners of the library until finally he came upon a used copy of a Watcher’s compendium in a used book store and discovered what he was and the existence of supernatural creatures known as vampires.
Some might take this as a higher calling, might consider this as a chance to do something right. Owen was not one of those people. He ran, and he ran fast and far. He lived on the streets of New york for a couple years surviving as a pickpocket. Until one day he picked the pocket of a con artist named Charlie Shaw.
Thus began his training as a con artist. He learned how to con money out of people, how to play the angles. He found that a rare steak or hamburger every so often was enough to curtail his hunger and as he was an attractive guy, the mating urge was easy enough to deal with. He eventually left the tutalege of Charlie in order to make it on his own as Charlie left for LA. He had almost forgot his accidental and sudden baptism in the world of the supernatural, until one fateful night.
At that time he was nineteen, pretending to be 22 and celebrating another successful con at a hotel when a woman approached him. She was beautiful and magnetic. As she approached him and they got to talking, she touched his hand and then all went white.
Then he had visions, of a vampire, a very brutal one and the young girls that died at his hand…and the soul that he was given. He saw the history of this vampire and more. Including a young girl that was now tied through this vampire that would die if she wasn’t saved.
He then woke up with a splitting headache in a hotel room, and thought he had too much to drink. Though the woman was never seen again. He ignored the vision and kept about his business , but they wouldn’t go away. They kept coming at him, the same ones to. At first it was only at night but then they started breaking in on him during the day and they always gave him a stinging pain.
Finally he realized that he had no choice and he might as well do what the visions asked and get rid of them from his head once ahd for all. So he packed up his stuff and booked a plane to Miami.
Little did he know what he originally thought as annoyance, a burden, and piece of himself that he wanted to stay buried would end up being part of a greater destiny.
Of course…he doesn’t know that yet.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Currently, Owen does not know that these precognitive gifts are permanent. he only belives if he finds the vampire with a soul (logan) and completes the vision that has been shown to him, that they will go away and he can go back to his normal life, of course that's not the case. I think it would be a slow but prominent transition of his life as a thief and con artist looking out only for number one and thinking everybody's got an angel to a more noble person that tries to do some good in the world.
Also his darker side to his demonic heritage can be played out, either getting captured by {insert villain here} and starved to the point of resorting to his more bestial nature and set loose. Or even the mating urges can be played out at some point. These are some ideas i have as well as the initial character development.
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3 1/2 years | N/a | Half Demon
It had been a year since the Hell had pushed it’s way to Earth. A year since Nathan had last lost control. His dark side had rampaged through the streets and he came close to killing someone had he not regained control. He wasn’t sure if he had come any closer to controlling his darker urges, but he had at least learned one thing, that they could cooperate if they had mutual interests. One thing he was now willing to admit, they both needed the costumed persona of The Phantom. Him to give him better control of his dark side during the daylight hours and the darker side to get some violence that it seemed to crave.
Which brought him to where he now was crouched above a dingy warehouse looking in the skylight above. Inside was a sizeable gang, their orange colors giving them away for the street gang they were. Also inside, was a another group, this one more professional and dressed in black, several crates behind them. With the major league super hero’s still stuck, wherever the hell they were, it had given rise to something this city hadn’t seen in awhile.
Street crime.
Now that the once meca of superheroes found itself with dwindling numbers, the gun once again became a tool for power. It was possible once again for you to gain some control even if you had no superpowers. All you needed were a lot of guys and a decent amount of fire power.
The fire power was the key, and he had tracked down this place as a major gun supplier for the this gang and others. Now he waited, as they spoke unaware that they were being watched. As he watched a slightly harsh voice crept in his head
Are we going to wait all day, or are we going to move?
“Shut up, just give it a minute…we’ve got a bunch of people armed to the teeth surrounded by crates filled with bigger guns. Maybe stealth’s the key.” He whispered as he put on his mask “ Besides these are violent people and gun runners, so I don’t really care how much they get hurt once we bust up they’re party.”
Getting more and more to my way of thinking each day…aren’t you?
“Bite me…”
Not a no…and by the way goody good, glass is cracking.
Nathan looked down and saw that the skylight he was crouched on was slowly getting more and more hairline cracks as he crouched on it.
“Crap.” He muttered as the cracks added up and he could no longer be on their as he crashed through skylight. The gang members looked up as did the gun runners, and Nathan quickly blanketed the room in darkness as the lights were swallowed up. There was shuffling and few stray shots here and there. However in a minute the lights came back up and he was nowhere to be found.
“Hey if the guys dressed like traffic cones were trying to hit me, then I would consider the wisdom of selling guns to guys with crappy aim. Not a smart business strategy.” Nathan said emerging, from the shadows in the corner, and striking the nearest gun runner in with a punch to send him reeling, his skull mask giving an eerie grin over exaggerating the slight one on his face.
Seeing as nobody had seen his odd tuck, roll, and scramble, that he had done in the dark it almost looked like he had done it one purpose.
It was then that he became aware that everyone in the room had some sort of gun pointed at him.
“Gonna be a long ass night.” He muttered
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