Post by Khyron Darkstar on Apr 23, 2011 23:46:44 GMT -8
Name:[/u] Khyron Alistair Darkstar (Called Khyron, on extremely rare occasions Khy.)
Age: 19
Sex:[/u] Male
Powers and Descriptions:[/u]
Immense Strength: Bend metal, crumble bricks in his bare hands, flip a truck like it was nothing; The usual.
Psychological Shutdown: The ability to completely control his feelings and emotions, and dampen those of others. In extreme cases he can even completely shut down certain emotions or feelings of those he chooses.
Intuition: Khyron knows things there is no way he could know. Call it instinct, a gut feeling, or what you will; no matter what it is, he trusts it. And for the most part it proves to be right. Where he hits someone happens to be the location of an old wound that never fully healed, he will dodge left when the opponent convincingly feints right, and somehow finding the one person in the room that has information he is looking for…
Personality:[/u] Cold, angry, and confrontational; Khyron is not someone that people get along with easily. He can be extremely hot tempered when he is not forcing himself to control it, and with his strength, and his ‘luck’ that can be a rather bad thing. He doesn’t trust people, doesn’t play nice, and doesn’t ask for help.
Appearance:[/u] Dark hair, green eyes, tall and lean. He is lithe and deadly, and has the air of a predator. He has a good build, that of someone that has worked out every day for the last ten years. He has hair that falls neatly down to just about his shoulders, and is tan from working in the sun every single day.
History:[/u] Raised by a drunk and abusive mother Khyron was a bastard child. His mother habitually beat him when she drank, and as a scrawny child he could do nothing to stop her. He tried to hide from her, but that would only make it worse. So, he would go inside himself, hiding from the world and the mother that abused him. At age ten he finally could not take it anymore, he fought back. He hit her three times. In those three hits, he broke two ribs, her arm, and gave her a concussion. He would later recall that he just seemed guided to where to hit.
With his mother in the hospital he decided that then was the only chance he was going to get to try to get away. So he ran, as far and fast as he could. But it wasn’t far enough. A week after his mother got out of the hospital the cops tracked him down. He had been living on the streets and stealing from venders. They brought him back home to his mother and left him there, not believing his claims of her abuse.
She was drunk when he arrived. She tied him to a chair and beat him bloody. The next day she came in to find him standing by the window of the room, the ropes that had held him in shreds. He picked up his mother with one hand and threw her into the wall, his temper out of control. He told her that if she ever laid a hand on him again he would kill her, then he stormed off. Shortly thereafter she enrolled him in a military school and he was sent away.
In military school he excelled. This was something he could understand. He had a keen eye for tactics, and an uncanny ability for discipline. Several of his drill instructors claimed that at times it seemed as though he had no emotion what-so-ever. He quickly gained in ranks and became a squad leader. And his unit was one of the best, though nobody wanted that position.
His men obeyed his orders to the letter, but not because they respected him. They feared Khyron. If someone challenged one of Khyrons commands he took it as a personal affront, and beat them senseless on the spot. While his superiors did not like the way Khyron did things, or condone them for that matter, they let it proceed, because they had a suspicion that he was more than the other children, and wanted to see what he was capable of.
Soon his superiors were proven to be correct. Another boy, angry at a beating he had received for questioning authority, tried to kill Khyron. He stole one of the military jeeps and tried to run Khyron over with it. What happened next was truly astonishing. While a normal human being would try to jump out of the way at seeing a vehicle careening towards them, Khyrons instinctual reaction was to turn and face it. He hunkered down and spread his arms wide. As the vehicle got to him he grabbed a hold of the hood on top and under the engine and lifted the vehicle like it was nothing. He then flipped it over and using the momentum of the speeding vehicle against it slammed the jeep into the ground upside down. The boy died nearly instantaneously.
The initial reaction was shock, then eagerness as his superiors realized what this could mean; A soldier that would take any commands and was stronger than any human being. Then the identity of the boy Khyron had killed was uncovered. He was an admirals son; Oldest son to be exact; A favored candidate for officers’ training school.
Khyron had to be dealt with. But the problem was, no matter how it was worded what Khyron did was self-defense. But no matter the reason Khyron had to leave the school. Not only would he not be safe there. But should he stay and word got out there would be trouble not just for him, but for the entire school. So the decision was made to dispose of him…
Code Words:[/u] I walked to Mordor.
Age: 19
Sex:[/u] Male
Powers and Descriptions:[/u]
Immense Strength: Bend metal, crumble bricks in his bare hands, flip a truck like it was nothing; The usual.
Psychological Shutdown: The ability to completely control his feelings and emotions, and dampen those of others. In extreme cases he can even completely shut down certain emotions or feelings of those he chooses.
Intuition: Khyron knows things there is no way he could know. Call it instinct, a gut feeling, or what you will; no matter what it is, he trusts it. And for the most part it proves to be right. Where he hits someone happens to be the location of an old wound that never fully healed, he will dodge left when the opponent convincingly feints right, and somehow finding the one person in the room that has information he is looking for…
Personality:[/u] Cold, angry, and confrontational; Khyron is not someone that people get along with easily. He can be extremely hot tempered when he is not forcing himself to control it, and with his strength, and his ‘luck’ that can be a rather bad thing. He doesn’t trust people, doesn’t play nice, and doesn’t ask for help.
Appearance:[/u] Dark hair, green eyes, tall and lean. He is lithe and deadly, and has the air of a predator. He has a good build, that of someone that has worked out every day for the last ten years. He has hair that falls neatly down to just about his shoulders, and is tan from working in the sun every single day.
History:[/u] Raised by a drunk and abusive mother Khyron was a bastard child. His mother habitually beat him when she drank, and as a scrawny child he could do nothing to stop her. He tried to hide from her, but that would only make it worse. So, he would go inside himself, hiding from the world and the mother that abused him. At age ten he finally could not take it anymore, he fought back. He hit her three times. In those three hits, he broke two ribs, her arm, and gave her a concussion. He would later recall that he just seemed guided to where to hit.
With his mother in the hospital he decided that then was the only chance he was going to get to try to get away. So he ran, as far and fast as he could. But it wasn’t far enough. A week after his mother got out of the hospital the cops tracked him down. He had been living on the streets and stealing from venders. They brought him back home to his mother and left him there, not believing his claims of her abuse.
She was drunk when he arrived. She tied him to a chair and beat him bloody. The next day she came in to find him standing by the window of the room, the ropes that had held him in shreds. He picked up his mother with one hand and threw her into the wall, his temper out of control. He told her that if she ever laid a hand on him again he would kill her, then he stormed off. Shortly thereafter she enrolled him in a military school and he was sent away.
In military school he excelled. This was something he could understand. He had a keen eye for tactics, and an uncanny ability for discipline. Several of his drill instructors claimed that at times it seemed as though he had no emotion what-so-ever. He quickly gained in ranks and became a squad leader. And his unit was one of the best, though nobody wanted that position.
His men obeyed his orders to the letter, but not because they respected him. They feared Khyron. If someone challenged one of Khyrons commands he took it as a personal affront, and beat them senseless on the spot. While his superiors did not like the way Khyron did things, or condone them for that matter, they let it proceed, because they had a suspicion that he was more than the other children, and wanted to see what he was capable of.
Soon his superiors were proven to be correct. Another boy, angry at a beating he had received for questioning authority, tried to kill Khyron. He stole one of the military jeeps and tried to run Khyron over with it. What happened next was truly astonishing. While a normal human being would try to jump out of the way at seeing a vehicle careening towards them, Khyrons instinctual reaction was to turn and face it. He hunkered down and spread his arms wide. As the vehicle got to him he grabbed a hold of the hood on top and under the engine and lifted the vehicle like it was nothing. He then flipped it over and using the momentum of the speeding vehicle against it slammed the jeep into the ground upside down. The boy died nearly instantaneously.
The initial reaction was shock, then eagerness as his superiors realized what this could mean; A soldier that would take any commands and was stronger than any human being. Then the identity of the boy Khyron had killed was uncovered. He was an admirals son; Oldest son to be exact; A favored candidate for officers’ training school.
Khyron had to be dealt with. But the problem was, no matter how it was worded what Khyron did was self-defense. But no matter the reason Khyron had to leave the school. Not only would he not be safe there. But should he stay and word got out there would be trouble not just for him, but for the entire school. So the decision was made to dispose of him…
Code Words:[/u] I walked to Mordor.
