- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Sporadic. If you want, add me lvl1337n00b on Skype to pester me.
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-Fi, fantasy, post-apocalyptic. Roleplays with plenty of action, violence, and romance. I don't mind if the base is on one of those alone, but it gets boring when nothing else comes into play, know what I mean? - Also, I'll do something modern if it seems like something I'd be into, but that doesn't happen often.
Alias: Emerald, Fancy Hammer, Shiny Green Rock Guy. He's not very good at this and is very much open to suggestions.
Name: Andrew Morgan Tolliver
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance: See image. Tall and fit, average body frame, no real distinguishing marks.
Biography: Born and raised about a stone's throw away from the White Fence, Andrew has always been wary of the place. Even before he knew about the place's history, he'd always had this feeling that something bad happened there, or was going to. He wanted to get as far away from the place as possible, but his mother convinced him to at least stay within the bounds of the Bishop district when he moved out of his parents' home. As soon as he finished highschool and saved up enough money for a deposit, he started renting a place on the very edge of the district, the furthest possible point away from the fence he could get without upsetting his mother.
Andrew's best friends weren't so wary of the place though, and frequently drew him back to hang out and goof off. In fact, there were a lot of times when they'd actually drag him into the very place that always made him feel so uneasy. After a while it became a little easier to relax around the place, but Morpheus' warning reinforced the disquiet it stirred in him. Unfortunately, his closest friends took it as a challenge and roped him into spending the majority of his free time there with them. He knew it was a terrible idea and dreaded every moment he spent in the place, but he didn't want to wuss out and disappoint his pals.
Of his small group of friends, Andrew was the only one the blast spared. He'd awoken amongst their burned, but sadly recognizable corpses. The young man's head fell into his hands and he wept, but lifted his head only moments later when he noticed the unusual feel of them. Seeing the green crystals that had formed over his hands like gauntlets shocked him. The confusion and overwhelming sadness he felt made him physically ill, and an attempt to stand ended in vomit and collapse. Imediately unconcious, he dreamt with full awareness, contemplating what had happened with a heavy heart.
Primary Archetype: Tanker
Secondary Archetype: Warrior
Manifestation: After getting caught in the second blast, Andrew gained the ability to coat his skin with a hard, green crystaline substance most easily comparable to emerald, thus the first (And easily least terrible) of several aliases. He is able to cover the entirety of his body with a few short moments of focus, though this appears to slow him down to almost a crawl. In addition to the defensive benefits of his ability, the manipulation of his gemstone-like coating can easily serve as a weapon as well. Aside from the obvious wallop a crystaline brute can pack, coating smaller portions of his body allows Andrew more freedom over shaping the substance.
Primary Empowerment: N/A
Secondary Empowerment: N/A
Signature: lvl1337n00b wholeheartedly agrees to allow the GM to abuse, torment and eventually murder his character, if so desired. Make Andy's life hellish c:
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