Heroes: Genesis (~Sign-up~)

[Prophet]

Yes of course, I got it And now for my template. I hope you don't mind another character who's template has slightly been altered.

Name
Evan Lasting

Gender
Male

Age
His physical appearance is that of a 25 year old man… however, a single glance into his eyes can show you that he has seen much more then any 25 year old should see…

Appearance
Evan appears normal, to the highest point. While he is handsome to a certain degree, he is not an Apollo for any Aphrodite. He is of average height, standing at about 5’10’’ in human measurements. He bears a head of light brown hair, which is cut short and spiked slightly in a very sharp, military type haircut. His eyes are a deep blue, as beautifully sapphire as a perfect Caribbean ocean… His build is not extremely muscular, and he gives off the impression of one who has simply been regularly active his entire life. He usually wears plain blue jeans, which grace his plain white sneakers nicely, matching up with his plain white undershirt, and an unbuttoned long-sleeved dress shirt, plaid in its design. He appears as if he should be relaxing at home, during a peaceful Sunday afternoon… how this contrasts with the pain and confusion found in his deep blue eyes…

Personality
Evan’s personality has changed somewhat with the onset of his.. sickness. It changes now with every passing experience… While he is generally a casual, living by the moment type of person, every time he his life changes for the worst, a little bit of him dies inside... no pun intended...

The Power…
Evan is immortal.

Completely, undeniably, and unchangeably immortal. His body, his soul, his mind, anything that makes up his essence cannot be destroyed, by any means whatsoever. His body itself is indestructible, as he either recovers from fatal wounds instantaneously, or he simply does not suffer from them at all. It is unclear exactly how this power works, however Evan has experienced that it is something about him that happens innately. This immortality and indestructibility is unchangeable, irremovable, and untouchable. It cannot be altered in any way shape or form.

History
Evan was a normal guy...

Growing up as a kid, Evan lived a perfectly happy life. When he was six years old, he learned how to ride a bike, falling off a few times before getting back on. When he was ten, he played his first video game, and when he was thirteen, he felt the pangs of his first crush. When he was fifteen, he kissed his first girl, and when he was seventeen, he did the ultimate first time... When he was twenty he married for the first time... and when he was twenty five he died for the first time...

Or rather, he didn't die. Sitting at home, with his loving wife showering upstairs, he was awakened from his semi-slumber to hear a man raging behind him. The man was obviously delusional, claiming that this was his house of all things. Interestingly enough, utterly destroyed his armchair with what he soon discovered a blast of condensed air. That was the first time he arose... unharmed amidst the remnants of the armchair where he had been sitting... That was this first time... There was nothing like the first time...

The next few weeks were interesting... while no more obviously drunk airokinetics came into his house, he did notice a strange increase in the black-suited men that had been appearing around the City... strange... but then again, there wasn't anything much stranger then surviving a drill bit to the head. Man, he better make sure he was grabbing the mustard next time...

Race
American

Nation
America

Other
Evan's perfect day is a relaxing Sunday, a chilled Bud Light in one hand, and his beautiful wife in the other

 

[Azazel]

Cyber - Accepted
..........

 

[Athel]

I love the show Heroes. (Why the hell did Nikki have to die!?) I wish to join. But my character will be around my regular age, so do I need an escort (older person) with me?

 

[Azazel]

It would make it realistic that way, Pie. As a matter of fact, you could stick with me if ya want.

 

[Athel]

Alright. I'll put up my template, I swear, I just need to go do my homework.

EDIT:
Here.

Name: Zachary Field (Zach for short)

Power: Molecular Transmutation (later, Atomic Transmutation)

Age: 12 (13 on December 16)

Gender: Male

Race: American

Nation: (Azazel's my escort, so wherever he picks)

Appearance: 5'6, short blond hair, somewhat pale skin, around 115 pounds.

Personality: Zachary enjoys being in the action. He's kind to his friends. He acts cockily at times, but usually gets himself in trouble.

Bio: Zachary lived in a quiet neighborhood, hidden from potential threats. He was eight years old when the company found him and his family. Bob had visited him in person. His mother, without powers, didn't know what was going on. Bob handed Zachary a glass of water, that he had turned into steam. He was amazed by his ability, but his mother was scared. His father returned home, and forced Bob to leave. They left their home the next day.

Zachary didn't trying to hide his powers, but his parents forced him too. When the Shanti Virus was released, they sent Zachary away to his uncle. His mother has a record of her death, his father was not found. He spent the days with his uncle, until his twelve birthday were the virus had reached his uncle's house. He went to live with his grandparents, then his aunt. He continually hopped from location to location until he meet (Azazel's character). His powers had been increasing during this time.

 

[Azazel]

~Accepted.

Very nice choice of powers.

 

[Athel]

^ Great.
Aren't you going to post a template, Azazel?

 

[Azazel]

Ya, I'm just busy doing a project XD

 

[Mordecai]

Cyber, I'm stealing your way of doing the template.

Curse me for not being original today. I'm using a picture. :\

Name
Damien Victor Donnelly, but people often refer to him as "Irish"

Age
24 years of age.

Gender
Male

Appearance
Donnely.

Personality
Damien is a very precise, yet messy person. His tunnel vision towards life makes it nearly impossible to thwart his efforts at anything. When he sets a goal for himself, he pursues it until achieved. Although generally polite, he is a very sadistic, careless toward others, and tricky. With a keen sense of what is going on around him, he uses his ability to lie and act innocent as a way to get close to others and get what he wants. To the untrained eye, he's a caring person. In life, he wishes to be better than everyone else, due to a traumatizing experience when he was just a boy.

Abilities
Damien's gift... his wish come true... his answer to his boring, unnoticed nature, is his ability to see and feel how things work. He can literally gaze at the inside of a car engine and minutes later know exactly what everything does, know why they were put there, and how to put it back together if it were destroyed. This innate understanding of things always made Damien special, despite his parents not treating him so.

Abilities Acquired Include,

Thermokinesis - Although able to use it slightly, Damien has quite a long way to go before he masters this ability. It was obtained from his ex-girlfriend, Jennifer. She seemed to be in complete control of it, but he however, has barely managed to boil water.

Hypoperceptability - Damien, or "Gabriel" can literally become unnoticeable by all means. He hasn't yet mastered the audio side of it, however, and can only become 'invisible'.

Race
Irish/Caucasian/White

Nation
Ireland/America

Current Location
New York, NY.

Biography
Damien was born to a single mother, who died giving birth. Her sister, Jessica, took him in, obligated to do the right thing by her family. Her husband, a bar owner, despised him for ruining their rich young life, and thus.. hated him.

As a bar owner's step son, he went through the next ten years in utter fear of what his father would do to him if he disobeyed. He was forced to go to school even when sick ( which he didn't mind, since he rather be somewhere other than home ), commanded to do chores constantly, and overall a slave. When he would come home from school, the routine would be harsh; take out the garbage, clean the bar, clean the tables, arrange the chairs, do homework, and tend to any other needs of his step parents.

Finally, at age eleven, he bonded with Brian, his father. He had walked in on him working on the car, ignoring any verbal attacks on him. The hood was propped up just enough so that he could peek inside, around his father's large torso that hung over it. As he neared, he felt like he understood it more. After mere minutes of watching his father work on it, he knew what it was, what it did; everything about it. "I'll be right back. Don't touch a damned thing," said Brian, furiously stomping out of the garage to retrieve another tool. Damien put his knees on the fender to look inside. When his dad had returned, he immediately scolded him. "What the hell are you doin' boy?! I thought I told you-" he was interrupted by the sound of the car running. "What was broken?"

"I don't know. I just.. fixed it."

".. Hmph. Y'know.. you're all right for a youngin. Go finish washin the bar, will ya?"

For the first time in eleven years he had seen his step father smile at him. This would come to an end, when his sister, Bridget was born.

Bridget was a dream come true. Damien's step parents gave her more attention than he ever received. It was a clear matter of favorites. As she aged, the attention didn't go away, but became more occurring. Every day they'd play with their little angel, five years of age, running and laughing with her, ignoring Damien completely.

Damien himself became a troubling child. He would drink when he was able, hang out with friends that sold drugs, and commonly, get in trouble with the law. At one time, when he was seventeen, he actually spent one night in jail for breaking and entering. The step parents didn't seem to care much, other than the fact that they were getting too many calls.

At the age of eighteen, Damien began to work on clocks, TVs, and radios with his spare time. It seemed he had a gift with the mechanics of.. well, everything. On a particular day, which was a Friday ( the busiest time for the bar ), his father screamed from down stairs, letting out a series of foul words after it. Damien and Bridget ran down to see what was wrong, greeted by a "Hello sweety" and "Go back up stairs Damien, it's none of ya damn business." Damien stayed, and out of anger and impatience, Brian returned to addressing Bridget. "What do ya want, gal?"

"What happened?"

"I broke our damn stereo! Damn thing fell off the damn table, and nearly," he stumbled, revealing the beer in his left hand and continued, "fell on my damn foot! But it's broken! Damn it!" After that, he barged out, with a murmuring of "Wont be ready for tonight.." It was 4:00PM, and the bar would be opening around 7:30PM, as it always did, on Fridays. Damien brushed past Bridget and leaned over the radio. He picked up the pieces, with Bridget's help, and placed them on a table. An hour passed, and it was done. Renewed, as if he had just gone to pick on up from the store. As he tested it, Bridget returned and laughed. "You fixed that thing that daddy broke?"

"So what?" He gave a stern look. "Nothin'. I'll go let'm know."

A few minutes later Brian came down the stairs, laughing in a weird string of grunts and strange words. He was more drunk than he had been before. "What ya doin' boy?! Bridget told me she fixed my stereo!" His face turned white, and his jaw slightly dropped. "SHE fixed the stereo? I fixed your damn stereo, Brian! I did!"

Brian seemed taken aback by his outburst. Bridget just smirked until her father looked at her as if asking her if it was true. "I fixed it daddy," she said, a disappointed look on her face. From there, it was hell. Brian gave a small speech, an attempt speech, about how he shouldn't steal other work and call it his. "Plagiarism," he provided. "I know what it damn well is, boy! Get out!" That night, Damien had had enough. He packed a sack, a backpack, and he was gone. With three thousand or so Euros, he bargained his way into a low life area with some of his drug-seller friends. After a few months of living with them and experiencing drugs first hand, he met a girl.

Her name, she said, was Jennifer. A stunning, tall, blond girl; slender, even. Somehow he managed to come close to her, and after a few months, he was invited to stay in her apartment. A year later she decided to reveal something about her to him. "I want to show you.. what makes me special."

"YOU are what makes you special, babygal. Don't let anyone tell you different."

"No... listen. I have this.. power."

"A power?"

She demonstrated. Lifting her hand, she placed it on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Within seconds, he jumped away, feeling an immensely hot burning throughout his arm. She chuckled slightly, and he grew an agape look. "What the hell was that, Jen?"

Over the next few hours they experimented with her 'power'. She boiled water, and melted a spoon. After it all, Jennifer told him of a book she had been reading, concerning advanced human powers. The book was by a man named Chandra Suresh. That night he read the book, and it occurred to him; he might have an ability. He had always understood things. How things worked, what they did, everything about them just from observation.

Over the next three months he became distant. He was lost in research, wondering where this man was, where he lived, what he was doing. He wanted to speak with him about his ability, and had so many questions. He told Jennifer about his wants, but she just laughed. One night, he went to his step father's bar, to exact revenge. Outside was Brian, cleaning his precious car, the one Damien had fixed so many years ago. "I have something to tell ya, DAD." Brian turned around, a dumb look on his face. Damien had grown a bit of stubble, and looked quite tired; out of shape even. "I have an ability. I'm special." Brian laughed. "I don't know who you are, boy- Oh! Damien! Haha. You aren't special, boy. You'll ne'er be special!" Damien stopped. "I am special. You don't believe me?"

"You'll ne'er be special, boy."

"I am. How do ya explain how I fixed yer car when I was just a boy? Huh? How do ya explain that?" His throat felt like there was a ball in it, and his eyes burned. "I fixed it, boy. I don't even remember ya bein' there! Now go away, I'm busy!"

A single tear fell on his cheek. Nothing was good enough, not even for his step parents. "Haha! Ye cry baby! Piss off!" He did. Later that night, in the morning, he lit his home on fire. The next day he stopped by with some flowers, acting surprised that police were standing outside of the bar. "What happened?!" He yelled to an officer. He turned to him, noticing him instantly. "Damien.. your step parents are dead." A shocked look overwhelmed his facial expression and a very sarcastic tone came out of him. "Oh, that's too bad." He fixed himself. "How the hell did it happen?!" The officer looked him wryly. "They were burned, Damien. Someone lit the place on fire." Silence. "What were the flowers for, lad?"

"They were for my sister. She hasn't been.. wasn't.. been feelin' good lately."

"I'm sorry, Damien. We'll call you if we need ya. I still got your cell phone number. It hasn't changed, has it?" Damien nodded. ".. All right then. Take care. And oh, Damien. I'm sorry for your loss, lad." Damien just nodded again and walked away, with a smile on his face. Once he turned the corner, he slipped the flowers into a garbage can.

----

After a few months of poking around, Damien scheduled a meeting with a man who knew who special abilities. He said his name was Joe. Joe from the United States. He remembers sitting down at a bar with him and having a low conversation about special abilities. Damien explained what his was, and in turn, Joe told him what he could do, and about a man similar to him that he had met. "There are more people like you, Damien. You aren't alone. One in particular.. a young man who has the same ability. However, he uses his to benefit only himself, and not others." He smirked and looked away. "What do ya mean, boy? hey! What do ya mean? How is my power bad?" Joe sighed and looked at him. "You can take powers from special people, Damien. The bastard looks at these people's brains.. he takes them out of their god damned heads and somehow learns their ability. It's pretty sick stuff, man, really." Damien stared at him with a blank face. "And I can do that, too, ya?" Joe laughed. "You can, but you wouldn't want to, most likely. Nasty process."

They finished up their conversation after a few more questions from Damien. Overall, he was happy to know that him and Jennifer weren't alone. With a goodbye, Joe added a little something he forgot. "Oh, take this. This'll help you with your abilities." He handed him a blue pill. "Take care, Damien. Use that gift wisely." Then, he parted.

Right then and there he took the pill, swallowing it down with a pint of beer. Then, he retreated to the apartment. After that.. he doesn't remember anything until the next morning. When he awoke, Jennifer was under the sheets next to him. A red stain covered the top near her head. Worried, he pulled it off in a hurry and jumped back. The top of her head was opened, and inside it, was literally nothing. Just an open space. As he lost control and tried to figure out what had happened, he walked into the living room, where he saw a large pool of blood by the couch. By it, was a pink piece of flesh, what he assumed what was left of her brain. "What did I do? What did I do.. Oh my god.. What did I do?" He sat on the couch for hours until interrupted by a knock on the door. It was the officer from the day before. Knowing that he couldn't answer it and that the blood over him ( he just noticed ) wouldn't make for a very convincing innocence, he got dressed. Another knock was heard on the door, this time accompanied by another call from the officer. Damien was startled by it and fell over, yelling a bit as he hit the table. "Damien! Is everything all right in there, lad?!" Damien yelled to him. "I can't talk right now! I'll call ya later!" The officer laughed. "C'mon, enough playin with me head! Open the door or I'm breakin' in, haha!" It was obviously a joke, but he couldn't risk it. Once his backpack was packed and he grabbed the extra money he had in the kitchen cabinet, he left through the window in his room and down the fire escape. Of course, not before giving Jennifer one last glance and goodbye.

A week later he bought his way on to an export container heading to the United States. Along with it, he exchanged his Euros for dollars ( Which, became a huge problem since he only received eight hundred in return for his two thousand euros ).

Over the next year he found out what else he could do; change temperatures, exactly like Jennifer. It didn't take him long to figure out, of course, and he was stunned by it. He began to think of it as a gift, and saw it as something he could do to become perfect, and special. More special than the others. Survival of the fittest. Yes.. he would keep doing it. It gave him more power. It made him even more special.

Instead of going after Suresh, he tracked down two other people before the virus had been unleashed. One he completely didn't know what to do with, and ultimately had to throw away the body due to sheer sickness of seeing his brain. The other was a small girl, who had the ability to become invisible and even inaudible. He tricked the seven year old into thinking that he was her friend, then killed her in an alley brutally with a metal beam. Hiding the corpse in the dumpster, he went back to it at night and feasted on her brain after a long night drinking.

When the Virus hit, it was chaos. To him, it was good, especially since these "advanced humans" were being weeded out. Remembering that the man he had met, Joe, was part of an organization simply named The Company, he felt safe from them. With his abilities, he began his search after laying low for a year. He is now twenty four, and currently searches in the New York, NY areas.

Other
Damien now prefers to be called "Gabriel", under admiration of his fellow 'advanced human' Gabriel Gray.


RIGHT. That was damn long. I got into it. lmao.

 

[Prophet]

I don't mind. But now we got a Sylar in our group o.0 Please do not take my brain

 

[Mordecai]

Yeah. I just had to take the villain side. That seemed like the only way to go.

Your brain is safe as long as you do not reveal it to me. =D

 

[Azazel]

Lol, nice template FoT.

Oh btw, I don't think I told you guys, FoT has asked and has been granted permission to basically be this RP's 'Sylar'

And FoT, before you think of 'obtaining' a power, just PM me and run it by me.

 

[kago]

ok here it is, i added another power but it's not much, just a stronger form of healing.

Character Name: Lucero Tellez (goes by Luce)

Power: Hydrokinesis and Healing (and Karkinokinesis, but doesn't know of it yet, cause he used it once by accident)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Spanish

Nation: Spain

Appearance: Blue eyes and nice toned muscles.

Personality:Lucero is a shy and mysterious young man, but once you get to know him, he could be
one of your closest friends. He’s there to listen to you problems and is understanding.
But through all his kindness, he can get quite the temper.Lucero is often seen with with head phones on his ears or around his neck when he has free time. At times he will sing out loud, he's no singer, but not a bad one. He listens too many different types of music, although his favorite is techno and rock.



Bio: Luce discovered Hydrokinesis at the age of 6 while he was taking a bath. He praticed his amazing ability as he got older and learned to control anything water and then learned to control the water in the air to fly. At age 13 he discovered that he could heal, when he healed his grandmas cancer, then later healed a stab wound in his stomach. This made him sure of his second ability. Although he cured cancer, he didn't not know how he did it, because his ability isn't that strong yet, he needs a bit more practice with his healing ability. He thinks that it was driven by the strenght of love for his grandma.

Luce is a photographer and takes pictures of himself, hoping someday that he will be a model. So for the time being he took up jobs to save up money. Awhile back he worked as a lifeguard at a camping resort in Malaga, where he met Faith and they became good friends, but one day she just dissapeared. He thinks about her everyday, and has a feeling that she's in trouble some where. Luce has never reveiled his abilities to any one but his grandparents. He aslo has no idea of Faith's abilities. In the mean time, Luce now works at a clothing store called Massimo Dutti.

Other: Knows Spanish and English. Though he doesn't live there, his family on his grandmother lives where a rode in Spain is called Tellez (where his grandma used to live). Luce visits there every once in awhile. Luce also discovered both his abilities there. Luce's grandma has Gravity Manipulation, so it's assumed that he inherited abilities from his grandma's side, though she hasn't told him of any other member having such abilities.

 

[Mordecai]

After I cut down on the caffeine, I will gladly sit down to do the 'dark' version that Sylar has portrayed, along with the smartassy-type personality in my posts. Should be a good run.

 

[Azazel]

Accpeted Kago.

This is coming along fine, thanks guys...

 

[BladeMaster Zane]

Heroes has to be one of the best shows out there! I might join...I'm working on another template at the moment though....but I can probably get a Hero template up by tomorrow night/saturday morning. Save me a spot! ^^

I call Gravity Manipulation and Geokinesis

 

[kago]

FoT, your template is long, but i like it.

 

[Athel]

FoT's the new Sylar?
I'll turn you into a puddle.
Rofl.

 

[Mordecai]

Why thank you, sir. I kind of rushed in the biography, just a tad, though. It's kind of blocky. I might just put a summary of important events after it, so everyone can just glance at it.

 

[Raiton Kensei]

So FoT is one of the bad guys? Will The Company still be on too?