Post by pentavious on Jul 26, 2011 14:48:37 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
So can you name your demon? Understand it's scheming? I raise my glass and say "Here's to you!"
NAME Pentavious Septimus Reed
AGE 20
DOB 1991, 14th February. Valentine’s evening.
SPECIES Cambion. Half demon.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bisexual but has never gotten close to anyone due to what he is and his once over protected family life. Is, therefore, a virgin and slightly shy of advances.
ALLEGIANCE Good.
OCCUPATION Hunter.
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Raven, almost black, deep chocolate colour. Fairly long, well kept, very clean and shiny. Occasionally smoothed back but usually just left in its wavy fall.
EYES Deep brown, is capable of blinking his eyes to black like demon’s but doesn’t so it optionally. If he uses any of his demonic abilities, then his eyes are forcibly turned black.
PERSONAL STYLE Octavious was raised, albeit in a stricter condition than most normal kids, in that white picket fence, 2.5 kids environment in Haddonfield, Illinois. For this upbringing, there is nothing different or very stand-outish about his style. He wears comfortable clothes, mostly consisting of dark denim jeans, sometimes black, sneakers, and a shirt. He’s nothing psychically impressive, doesn’t don leathers or strap on gun holsters and go running about like a lunatic. He’s comfortable and moveable and that’s his style. He does have a fondness for wearing dark colours though and isn’t too fond of neon’s. This may or may not be reminiscent of his demonic heritage.
PLAY BY Joseph Gordon Levitt
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
[♥] Chocolate
[♥] Strong liquor
[♥] Checker shirts
[♥] Comfortable places to sleep
[♥] People who don’t pity him
[♥] People who give him food
[♥] Not dying
[♥] Candles
[♥] Romantic movies
[♥] Roses
[♥] Other Hunters (Providing they take him seriously)
[♥] People who are not judgemental
[♥] Long walks in the moon light
[♥]Reading, Science, he was an A grade student at high school, Super smart.
[♥] Driving
DISLIKES
[♥] Judgemental people
[♥] Coffee
[♥] Zombies
[♥]Vampires
[♥]Demons, oddly
[♥]Tomatoes
[♥]Holy water, because it does in fact affect him
[♥]Clowns
[♥] Being thought of as a child
[♥]His car breaking down
[♥]Splinters
[♥]Being hungry
[♥]Pain
[♥]Angels make him nervous
[♥]Pushy people
STRENGTHS
[♥] Is often underestimated
[♥] Is very smart
[♥] Is resourceful
[♥]Is small, slight and easily over looked
[♥]Easily makes friends and allies.
WEAKNESSES
[♥] Is not that physically strong
[♥] Sleeps and travels alone in his car
[♥] Often relies on others for food
[♥] Doesn’t like to reveal what he knows he is
[♥] Is young
SPECIAL SKILLS
[♥] Telekinesis, including Pyrokenesis although it isn’t that strong, the heavier the object the harder time he has lifting it.
[♥] Has no findable pulse, although is alive and warm, this is a symptom of being a Cambion. Can fake death convincingly.
[♥] Teleportation, at a strain. It takes a lot of concentration and even more if he takes people with him. It’s exhausting and draining.
[♥] Has learnt to live on the road and survive by any means he can.
[♥] Can use guns.
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
[♥] Beautiful
[♥] Young
[♥] Survivalist
[♥] Resourceful
[♥] Intelligent
[♥] Sweet
[♥] Conflicted
[♥] Guarded
[♥] Underestimated
[♥] Savvy
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Haddonfield, Illinois.
PARENTS Mother: Jane Reed
Adoptive Father: Andy Reed
Real Father: Unknown black eyed demon
SIBLINGS Kurt Reed
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None, Is too shy around girls and too awkward around boys.
OFFSPRING None, too young anyway.
HISTORY
Born on Valentine’s day to a young family in Haddonfield, Illinois, Pentavious should have been a blessing, a new child into a growing family, joy and sun beams. But he wasn’t. The awaiting father in the hall was not his biologically father, and both parents knew it. It was not that his mother did not sleep with the man who would be his father in order to create him, No. It was that Mr. Reed had been possessed at the time of conception. For this reason, Pentavious, despite being welcomed with open arms of loving parents, always had a dark cloud over him. His parents tried to treat him no differently, but knowing what he was, they always treated him like glass.
He was born at 6pm, on the dot, during a lightning storm. His skin was milk white and hair already a near black colour. He was declared still born initially, the doctor finding no pulse in the still warm young child, until he opened his eyes. For a moment or two, Pentavious’ eyes were all black, but faded down to a chocolate brown. Although this alarmed the nurses, it was dismissed. Doctors had trouble finding a pulse, but he warm, moving and held no other signs of trouble, therefore he was put through the care process of a new baby and given to the parents to take home the next day.
As he grew in his normal family home, Pentavious showed more and more signs of his demonic heritage. By age 4 he could flick peas across the table with his mind alone. His parents told him strictly never to use those powers and he was sent to his room if he did. For this reason he never extended his development power wise and has an issue with both using his powers around people and revealing what he is. His upbringing told him it was bad. His big brother always called him a ‘little freak’ for what he could do.
He spent a lot of high school alone, separating himself from others, feeling different and frightened to engage in normal activity, because he’d never felt normal. He had a few friends, Goths, people who didn’t fit in either, but he didn’t feel they could ever understand what it really felt like to be alien. At 17 he learned to drive, got himself a part time job after school and earned himself a fairly nice old car which he worked on himself to polish up. It was his love, and he spent a lot of time and money on making it nice.
When the seals were broken and Lucifer was rising, Poor Pentavious has no clue what was happening. His once strict but normal enough life was turned upside down. He was repeatedly hounded by demon’s, coaxing him to join a war he didn’t understand. They threatened him, but nothing worked. He didn’t know nor care what this war was, insisting he couldn’t help them. He wasn’t anything special. Just a boy. So they killed his family.
Well, all he had left was his car after that. The police reports went through, they intended to put him into foster care, but Pentavious had other ideas. He took his car and he ran, kept running. He learned to survive on his own, just him and his car, pick pocketing, petty theft, just in order to eat and fuel his car for the next journey. He stopped everywhere he could find books, information, and learned to become a hunter on his own. That’s what he does now, hunts what he can, and survives in his car. He does what he has too in order to survive, and has over the years built up a good enough collection of weapons and books in the trunk of his car to continue the good fight against all things Satanic. He does know what he is, he’s no fool, but that doesn’t mean he’s sympathetic towards the demonic side. He is a hunter with the misfortune of bad heritage in his eyes.
Despite this history, he is not a depressive creature. He is not out for revenge against any one demon, is not a vigilante or a martyr. He survives on the road because he chooses too and he hunts demons so that for every one less evil there is in the world, that might be one less chance another family may have to suffer the same loss he has. He does it to make the world a lighter place. He is very friendly to those who don’t try to push too close to him. He is currently doing what he always does, on the road, going from place to place and finding something to do, scoring his next meal any which way he needs too and just living.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS C
RP EXPERIENCE 12 years
OTHER CHARACTERS Crowley and Vetis
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
[From another site where he's a lot more demon blooded then he will be on here and yes, The Whiskey Morgan in this IS Our Whiskey Morgan]
Pentavious jumped to being addressed, mostly because he wasn’t used to it and certainly not from females. He avoided attention for the most part, not because he didn’t like people but because he himself was fairly self conscious. He was a book worm, and liked burying himself in his books. Despite the evident fact he was good looking, Pentavious’ beauty would be better described as ‘pretty’. He had very little masculinity to boast of, unlike others of the camp. That young human male he’d been swooning over for a little while was his opposite contrast…Kurt his name was, pretty sure he was the son of the strange hobo that lived in the woods, but he didn’t talk to Kurt much. Didn’t dare go over and start conversation. What would he even say? “Hey Kurt, So…You like books?” Laaame, Penatvious. Maybe best to avoid that awkward encounter all together and carry on swooning in his quiet corner. As for girls? Sure there were few dotted around the campus, mostly human, that took to his fancy but he was even worst with talking to them than he was the idea of talking to Kurt. Hopeless, was a good word for him.
So when a familiar, if somewhat older pretty face approached him, with an obvious female body, and nothing less than an air sexuality that Penatvious just failed miserably at, he could do little more than cling to his now closed book and smile somewhat twitchingly, flipping his unruly near black hair off his pale face and greet Morgan with that he was convinced was a fairly believable façade of confidence. It was far from.
“Hey Whiskey…You’re looking…Well…”
Aging wasn’t too much of a shock for him, he himself was only 4, 17 in appearance and he preferred to addressed as a nearly 18 year old too rather than his actual ‘human’ years. Demon’s and Sin’s and various such others aged significantly different though. Hell years and earth years were not the same. A matter of months on earth could sum up to 30 years in Hell, Just ask Dean, Or Alastair maybe if you could get hold of him. Hell beings aged as such for this reason. Hell being he might have been and aged as such, but Penatvious was far from the hellish individual his heritage might suggest. For the son of the Crossroads King and the Crowned Sin of Wrath, he was…well, possibly even pathetic. His powers were lacking, having none of Wrath’s influence or abilities, and inheriting his mothers all black eyed, unlike his big brother who got the black red Cross. Vetis was always the stronger of the boys though, bigger in build too. Vetis was war like, Penatvious wasn’t. But what he DID have that the brutal blonde didn’t, was intelligence. Vetis was what Penatvious liked too call ‘Big and stupid’…Penatvious was smaller, but boy did he have the smarts. Genius, in fact, able to swallow information like Bella swallowed--…well.
“…You look great!”
He laughed his comment off sounding much more nervous about it than he’d meant too and swearing mentally at himself for it. Course he’d be a little o.0 when he learned this wasn’t whiskey, but rather Morgan. Same person, different time. That might fascinate him enough to stop being such a geeky dweeb and talk properly about something with an attractive member of the opposite sex. Might. Or he might still be as bad as he was being right now. Bless him. Good thing he was destined to get a lot better at this when he actually gained some friends, Morgan included. And Kurt, he hoped. He’d love to speak to Kurt, but what did he talk about there? Muscle and weapons…well sure he could rant at Kurt about the muscle structure of humans, or the history of a certain blade, or…he really wouldn’t be interested, Penatvious, stop it. He focused his mind back on the person in front of him, not used to being approached as stated before and readied himself to embarrass himself a little more in front of someone who, on first sight, he was feeling an attraction too. Not that he’d really have the nerve to make any actions on that attraction, boy was a virgin and about as good at chatting up people as Meph was at knitting. He’d never kissed anyone let alone anything further. It was a wonder such a pretty thing didn’t have people following him.
He curled his black tail around his side and laced the bottom around his own ankle, a gesture in the demon that might mirror a human male rubbing his own shoulder for some comfort in front of a pretty lady. The wind had died down a little bit now and that meant his hair had settled, but the sun was still fairly strong and making the demon squint a little bit in order to look at her. He didn’t complain though, the sun brought warmth and, as a demon, the hotter the weather the better, even if he couldn’t really feel it.
“I mean…Well, you look…and you’re older…”
Quit while you’re ahead, Pentavious.
Pentavious jumped to being addressed, mostly because he wasn’t used to it and certainly not from females. He avoided attention for the most part, not because he didn’t like people but because he himself was fairly self conscious. He was a book worm, and liked burying himself in his books. Despite the evident fact he was good looking, Pentavious’ beauty would be better described as ‘pretty’. He had very little masculinity to boast of, unlike others of the camp. That young human male he’d been swooning over for a little while was his opposite contrast…Kurt his name was, pretty sure he was the son of the strange hobo that lived in the woods, but he didn’t talk to Kurt much. Didn’t dare go over and start conversation. What would he even say? “Hey Kurt, So…You like books?” Laaame, Penatvious. Maybe best to avoid that awkward encounter all together and carry on swooning in his quiet corner. As for girls? Sure there were few dotted around the campus, mostly human, that took to his fancy but he was even worst with talking to them than he was the idea of talking to Kurt. Hopeless, was a good word for him.
So when a familiar, if somewhat older pretty face approached him, with an obvious female body, and nothing less than an air sexuality that Penatvious just failed miserably at, he could do little more than cling to his now closed book and smile somewhat twitchingly, flipping his unruly near black hair off his pale face and greet Morgan with that he was convinced was a fairly believable façade of confidence. It was far from.
“Hey Whiskey…You’re looking…Well…”
Aging wasn’t too much of a shock for him, he himself was only 4, 17 in appearance and he preferred to addressed as a nearly 18 year old too rather than his actual ‘human’ years. Demon’s and Sin’s and various such others aged significantly different though. Hell years and earth years were not the same. A matter of months on earth could sum up to 30 years in Hell, Just ask Dean, Or Alastair maybe if you could get hold of him. Hell beings aged as such for this reason. Hell being he might have been and aged as such, but Penatvious was far from the hellish individual his heritage might suggest. For the son of the Crossroads King and the Crowned Sin of Wrath, he was…well, possibly even pathetic. His powers were lacking, having none of Wrath’s influence or abilities, and inheriting his mothers all black eyed, unlike his big brother who got the black red Cross. Vetis was always the stronger of the boys though, bigger in build too. Vetis was war like, Penatvious wasn’t. But what he DID have that the brutal blonde didn’t, was intelligence. Vetis was what Penatvious liked too call ‘Big and stupid’…Penatvious was smaller, but boy did he have the smarts. Genius, in fact, able to swallow information like Bella swallowed--…well.
“…You look great!”
He laughed his comment off sounding much more nervous about it than he’d meant too and swearing mentally at himself for it. Course he’d be a little o.0 when he learned this wasn’t whiskey, but rather Morgan. Same person, different time. That might fascinate him enough to stop being such a geeky dweeb and talk properly about something with an attractive member of the opposite sex. Might. Or he might still be as bad as he was being right now. Bless him. Good thing he was destined to get a lot better at this when he actually gained some friends, Morgan included. And Kurt, he hoped. He’d love to speak to Kurt, but what did he talk about there? Muscle and weapons…well sure he could rant at Kurt about the muscle structure of humans, or the history of a certain blade, or…he really wouldn’t be interested, Penatvious, stop it. He focused his mind back on the person in front of him, not used to being approached as stated before and readied himself to embarrass himself a little more in front of someone who, on first sight, he was feeling an attraction too. Not that he’d really have the nerve to make any actions on that attraction, boy was a virgin and about as good at chatting up people as Meph was at knitting. He’d never kissed anyone let alone anything further. It was a wonder such a pretty thing didn’t have people following him.
He curled his black tail around his side and laced the bottom around his own ankle, a gesture in the demon that might mirror a human male rubbing his own shoulder for some comfort in front of a pretty lady. The wind had died down a little bit now and that meant his hair had settled, but the sun was still fairly strong and making the demon squint a little bit in order to look at her. He didn’t complain though, the sun brought warmth and, as a demon, the hotter the weather the better, even if he couldn’t really feel it.
“I mean…Well, you look…and you’re older…”
Quit while you’re ahead, Pentavious.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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