Post by Cyrus Destiny; on May 14, 2009 20:11:43 GMT 1
The Basics;;
Name:
Cyrus Destiny
Nicknames:
C, Cy, Russ
Age:
19
Birth of Date:
13/9/89
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Gay
Species
Gifted
Power
Russ Destiny is a gifted young man who possesses various telepathic talents. Russ can read minds and project his thoughts into the minds of others, project psionic force bolts which have no physical effects but which can affect a victim's mind so as to cause the victim pain or unconsciousness. He can also feel peoples emotions which can cause a lot of pain to Russ. He has yet to master his gifts so from time to time he loses control of them, especially learning to deal with other peoples emotions. His power is forever growing.
Alignment:
Russ believes he is good.
The Looks;;
Image:
Celeb Claim:
Thomas Dekker
Code word(can be found in the rules)
chosen
Hair:
Short Brown hair that is normally a little long in the fringe but not covering his face too much.
Eyes:
Grey
Build:
Slender and slim
Tattoos or piercing:
He has a tattoo on his wrist and on his arm.
Wrist: A planet
Arm: Personal text
Dig deeper;
Likes:
X Being in a crow
X Painting
X Singing
X Cooking
X Helping others that need it most
X Being independent
X Single
X Jelly
X Volvic water
X X-men
Dislikes:
X Controlling people
X Death
X Liars
X Back stabbers
X Jocks
X Rich snobs
X Disrespecting others wises
Fears:
Russ has a fear that her gift will one day kill him. Since his mother died from her gift this has always been his biggest fear. He also fears that he will never be perfect. He has really low self of steam.
Strengths:
X His gift
X Willpower
X Never lies
X Is polite
X Doesn’t judge before he knows
X Works things out before she goes running in with guns firing
Weaknesses:
X His gift
X Self of steam
X His farther
X Others emotions
X His mother’s memory
Personality:
Some would say he’s a regular Snow White, he likes to see people happy and likes to make it happen. A lot of people think he is pretty much a push over and all this he knows. He likes to keep people happy because well it means he doesn’t have to feel their pain, or anger. She has a lot of damage, he has very low self of steam due to his farther she doesn’t believe he I good how he is, he finds it incredibly hard to trust anything who wants to get too close to him. Friends he can handle but anything other then she can not deal.
Behind close does he crys but when the door opens and he leaves his own world he shows the world he is happy that his life is perfect but deep down he is dyeing inside.
Story of my life;;
Family:
X Stanley Taylor (father)
X Hazel Taylor (mother)- passed away
X Cordelia Taylor (sister)
X Christian Taylor (brother)
History: [At least 3 paragraphs]
Just a accident//
Cyrus Taylor was the name he was born with in 1989 to Stanley and Hazel Taylor. He is the youngest of three children and was also a accident. Stan was not most happy with having another child as Hazel could tell and feel. She had the gift to feel others emotions. Which she used when working with the police. She could weed out the innocent from the guilty. She was one of the most wanted around the States a lot of people wanted to hire her and kill her. Two years after giving birth to Russ she died. She was locked into a mental hospital by an unknown source that wished to kill her. The minds of the insain killed her. She couldn’t handle all that pain in one go, not only were they insain but they were also mentally made that way by a spell making sure every second a spark of pain shot through them. She couldn’t take the pain and soon she died.
High School Joy?//
Growing up was never too much fun for Russ. His farther never really liked him, he was too much like his mother he would say. His farther knew he would be gifted like his mother just as his other brother and sister was also however he never really felt connected to Russ like he wasn’t his own child. Which he wasn’t Hazel had given this child by another gifted human…
In high school Russ was not liked too much he was an out cast, he was always upset, happy or angry for no apparent reason. He never knew It was his gift.
He had an imaginary friend who used to talk to him all the time, he never saw him but he could always hear him. Sometimes he would hear other voices in his head but it wasn’t like they where talking to him more talking to them self’s he never understood it.
Until one day in school after an argument with his farther who blamed him for his mother death knowing fully well it had nothing to do with him Russ was angry. When he sat in class her plugged in his record player when the teacher saw him using it she snatched it from him then threw it onto her desk breaking it. She hadn’t meant to do that but she carried on. Which got him more angry. Soon he was screaming and shouting everyone stopped and watched him and with in seconds all the other children in the school began doing the same. They where just repeating what he said.
His brother had come to school to collect him after the head master had got in contact with him to stop this madness. They then knew he wasn’t normal.
After that the family had to move. The people in that town feared the family. His brother soon tried to help Russ deal with his power and told him about his gifts his mothers, his sisters gift to phase and fly and his brothers gift.
Disappointment, that’s all you are//
Russ soon was sill High School, he was still not that popular in school but he had not had another out break like before which he thought was good. He didn’t want another one. He tried to be the best at everything he did. He wanted to prove to his farther that he was good. He had a weight problem which made a lot of people take the piss out of him along with his farther. No matter what he did for his farther he never cared. He hated that Russ had the same gift his wife had had and just never felt connected to the child and wanted to stay as far away from him as he could. Really his farther knew Russ would die from his power he could feel it would happen. In a way it was a way to protect himself. Also he knew the child wasn’t his. He could see it in Russ’s eyes.
His sister took part in a lot of the bullying. She was so perfect and he was so not. She was straight As, popular, beautiful were as Russ was over weight, not all that smart and normal looking. His farther was proud of her but not him. This is when he developed the eating disorder. He lost a lot of weight in a sort time of space none of which anyone other then his brother noticed.
When his brother tired to get his farther to help they had a big argument and he kicked his brother out.
Russ was left with no one. Alone.
Soon Russ began making himself ill with his disorder. Still no one did anything. He was out one day when he collapsed, his farther nor his sister came to see him in hospital. It was from then on he realized he had no family. No one was their for him. He ran away. However he left too early the next day his brother had come back for him.
Fresh start but same disorder?//
Now 19 Russ took the money his mother had left him and moved to Misery. He didn’t know it was Misery until he got their. He just got on a bus and it was the place he ended up. He got a job in the Art Gallery just working cleaning and all it wasn’t much but it was a job. He got a apartment and was living by himself. He has a few friends who think he is the happiest guy alive. When he is not alone he makes himself out to be happy and alive so no one can see his pain, he doesn’t want his new life to be the same as his old. So he keeps his depression and disorder behind closed doors.
Sample Role Play;;
From another character.
The fire was so bright, the colours burning his eyes. Orange, red and yellows danced with each other it looked so beautiful. Chase could have thought it was beautiful if it had not have been for the screams that followed the fire. The screams of innocent people were carried online the fire burning his ears. He tired to look where the screams were being produced but the fire burned so right all he saw was the beautiful colours it fashioned. He recognized the screams though, he tried to cry but he couldn’t, his skin burned with the fire, his body meshing with it as if they were one. Which they were, it was his body that created the fire, his mind and soul killed them people. All that pain and anguish the people suffered, his parents… It wasn’t long till the building collapsed by then Chase was outside still burning beautifully only it wasn’t a beautiful day.
Hot sweats in the morning where becoming to be a normal thing for Chase. His nightmares were coming back in full swing, hitting him harder every day. The notion of having to take tablets again to stop him from dream wasn’t one he really wanted, but it was one he may have to take up. It was hard to sleep with the dreams in some cases he feared sleeping. His breathing was heavy for a few seconds before he calmed his body down. He laid back down his eyes looking up at the white ceiling in his one bed room flat. The sun was breaking and you could see the warm colours seeping through the curtains.
“Another day..” Left his lips softly.
The day seemed to perfect, the sun was shining down over Chase as he walked down the street in his normal pace. His baggy jeans scraping the stone floor as he walked. He had his hands in his jeans pockets as he walked to work; he had missed a few shifts the past few weeks. Due to well he couldn’t hide his depression all that well. Some days he can, others he can’t.
He was nearing work, it was time for him to put on his mask time for him to smile and be happy. He actually liked doing this, it may sound strange but it helped keep his minds of the world. It was nice to just get away.
He turned the corner and entered the shop the smell of cupcakes, chocolate and all things sweet filled his nose. He has missed that smell whilst being away for a while.
He looked up at the wall clock that hung at the far end and noticed it said 8.25am he was on time and on the ball. Today he just wanted to live his life again instead of being locked away in his flat feeling sorry for himself. With a smile he turned to enter the office. Was time to face Karlie.