Post by typhoon on Oct 23, 2008 1:32:02 GMT -1
Character Name:
Typhoon Nightstrike through he is often nicknamed Can Opener by others
Species:
Human
Age, Gender:
27 Male
Description:
Typhoon stands in at 180 cm and weighs 80 kilos. His slender frame contains little muscle and a couple of scars that has retained since childhood. His skin is naturally tanned despite not spending much time in the sunlight. He has black hair and brown eyes.
Typhoon often wears clothes that look outdated or that have seen better days. He often wears a worn leather trench coat, worker boots, gloves, pants and a rather tacky green shirt. When dealing with fire, Typhoon dons his hand made face mask to prevent flame backwash on his face.
Personality:
Typhoon has a great love of fire, often attempting to set things on fire so that they can do what he calls the ‘burny burny dance.’ Typhoon is unstable and often unpredictable but his love of fire is great, often losing himself in thought as he stairs into fire. Unable to stand silence, Typhoon often has a MP3 player working pumping out his favorite tunes. When working with either fire or metal, Typhoon shows his true abilities and he takes pride when forging metal into tools and other assorted items. Typhoon often shows a habit of constantly smoking a cigarette and when using his flame thrower, lighting the initial ignition flame with his cigarette. Typhoon is most happy when working with metal and fire and loves when there is plenty of beer to drink.
History:
Typhoon has always been unstable, even as a baby. Born into a well of family his parents raised him to eventually take over the family business that he had no interest in at all. During his first days, Typhoon was visited by a lesser demon during his sleep. The young Typhoon was not suitable for possession yet the child’s mind would prove to be useful in other ways. The demon seeing this, deposited great amounts of knowledge into weapon construction into the young mind before departing. After this day, Typhoon started to act strange and unpredictable.
At age 5, Typhoon was caught trying to set the curtains of his room on fire. Three days after that, he attempted to burn the nanny (with no success.) At age 7, Typhoon was burning deodorant with lighter or any other source of open flame. Worried, Typhoon’s parents sent him to a private boarding school in the hopes that he would stop his pyromaniac activities.
Despite having good grades and excelling in the manual arts of metalworking, Typhoon would not stop setting things on fire. The dorm supervisors kept an especially close eye on the youth, confiscating anything that could be used to make a flame.
By his 18th birthday, Typhoon graduated from the college. His parents, hoping that the years of formal education had molded his mind into something more desirable, sent their son to take control of their company in London. Only two days after arriving in London, with his papers for permanent residency approved and sorted by his parents, quit his high paying job in his parents company, much to the protest of his parents. Eventually, Typhoon was disowned by his parents but he didn’t really care.
Spending a month drifting around London, Typhoon was arrested by the local authorities for torching an abandoned house. Typhoon’s personality was evaluated by the local psychologist. After checking his record as well as his academic reports, suggested that Typhoon be rehabilitated as a metal worker. After spending a year in prison and believing reformed by the psychologists, was released and immediately employed as a metal worker.
Typhoon was happy with his new found occupation, his love for fire and metalworking combined into something that was more constructive than destructive. Typhoon was initially paid with money, but after finding it a little lacking, was soon given a reduced payment and a new payment of beer and cigarettes that more suited Typhoon.
Typhoon has now lived in London for 9 years, never coming across a supernatural though when Typhoon uses his flame thrower, all things burn which makes him happy none the less and the identification of most supernatural creatures impossible due to the remains being nothing more than a pile of ash.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Metallurgy – Typhoon is a experienced metal worker, knowing the general strengths and weaknesses of metals.
Alchemy – Typhoon understands that a metal worker needs alchemy as part of his work, Typhoon knows what chemicals to mix to produce a desired result.
Mechanic – Typhoon was gifted with the knowledge into how to construct basic weapons and armor from scrap just lying around the place.
Pyrotechnitian – Typhoon has a love with fire and flame, he is a undisputed expert on how to produce a flame hot enough to cut though a given metal.
Family/Ties:
Jason Nightsrike – father (has disowned his son)
Lucy Nightstrike – mother ( has disowned her son)
RP Sample:
Loud metal could be herd coming from the basement of the workshop. Typhoon threw down the now burnt cigarette before pulling out his packet, only to throw that to the ground once discovering that it was empty. Reaching into another pocket, Typhoon produced a new packet of cigarettes, pulling one out before putting it back into his shirt pocket, lighting it with his flame thrower. Taking a quick puff from his cigarette, Typhoon got back to work. Pulling out another sheet of steel, he switched his flamer from its normal orange flame to his more powerful blue cutting flame. Standing the sheet metal up against the wall, Typhoon began to cut into the quarter inch thick metal, stopping from time to time to check the precision of his cuts or to take another swig from his beer, throwing each empty bottle over his shoulder as he pulled another one out of the case.
“Oi, that sheet cut yet?” His boss stepping down into Typhoon’s basement, its air thick with the smell of metal, oil, flammable liquids and cigarette smoke, his boss coughed heavily in the thick air.
“Almost done.” Typhoon turned back to the sheet metal, cutting through the last of it before extinguishing his flamer.
“There.” Typhoon placed the neatly cut sheets of metal on the table before turning off the stereo that had been roaring out his favorite metal tunes.
“Good.” His boss turning back to the stair, running up them to escape the thick air. Typhoon grabbed his worn leather jacket before heading up the door, his flamer in hand.
Outside, two thugs stood, ready to mug Typhoon. Both of them pulled out their revolvers before pointing it at Typhoon.
“Give us all your money and maybe we might just let you live.” Typhoon couldn’t help but crack a little smile before opening the gas on his flamer, igniting it with his cigarette.
“I got a better idea, how about you run or I make you do the burny burny dance.” The two thugs just laughed at Typhoon’s words, obviously unaware of his now ignited ramshackle flamethrower. Grinning, Typhoon pointed the flamer at the thugs before unleashing the thick, sticky, flammable liquid on his would be attackers, each one catching alight before running around in a burning blaze. Typhoon walked over to his ute, pulling out a beer from the locker before cracking it open and drinking it. Typhoon couldn’t help but smile with glee as the two assailants ran around in a flaming mess. It would be some time before they would stop burning and an even greater time before the liquid fully had burned itself out, by which time the remains would have been turned into a pile of ash.
Pictures:
This section is optional but preferred. If you have any pictures of your character, post them here.
Typhoon Nightstrike through he is often nicknamed Can Opener by others
Species:
Human
Age, Gender:
27 Male
Description:
Typhoon stands in at 180 cm and weighs 80 kilos. His slender frame contains little muscle and a couple of scars that has retained since childhood. His skin is naturally tanned despite not spending much time in the sunlight. He has black hair and brown eyes.
Typhoon often wears clothes that look outdated or that have seen better days. He often wears a worn leather trench coat, worker boots, gloves, pants and a rather tacky green shirt. When dealing with fire, Typhoon dons his hand made face mask to prevent flame backwash on his face.
Personality:
Typhoon has a great love of fire, often attempting to set things on fire so that they can do what he calls the ‘burny burny dance.’ Typhoon is unstable and often unpredictable but his love of fire is great, often losing himself in thought as he stairs into fire. Unable to stand silence, Typhoon often has a MP3 player working pumping out his favorite tunes. When working with either fire or metal, Typhoon shows his true abilities and he takes pride when forging metal into tools and other assorted items. Typhoon often shows a habit of constantly smoking a cigarette and when using his flame thrower, lighting the initial ignition flame with his cigarette. Typhoon is most happy when working with metal and fire and loves when there is plenty of beer to drink.
History:
Typhoon has always been unstable, even as a baby. Born into a well of family his parents raised him to eventually take over the family business that he had no interest in at all. During his first days, Typhoon was visited by a lesser demon during his sleep. The young Typhoon was not suitable for possession yet the child’s mind would prove to be useful in other ways. The demon seeing this, deposited great amounts of knowledge into weapon construction into the young mind before departing. After this day, Typhoon started to act strange and unpredictable.
At age 5, Typhoon was caught trying to set the curtains of his room on fire. Three days after that, he attempted to burn the nanny (with no success.) At age 7, Typhoon was burning deodorant with lighter or any other source of open flame. Worried, Typhoon’s parents sent him to a private boarding school in the hopes that he would stop his pyromaniac activities.
Despite having good grades and excelling in the manual arts of metalworking, Typhoon would not stop setting things on fire. The dorm supervisors kept an especially close eye on the youth, confiscating anything that could be used to make a flame.
By his 18th birthday, Typhoon graduated from the college. His parents, hoping that the years of formal education had molded his mind into something more desirable, sent their son to take control of their company in London. Only two days after arriving in London, with his papers for permanent residency approved and sorted by his parents, quit his high paying job in his parents company, much to the protest of his parents. Eventually, Typhoon was disowned by his parents but he didn’t really care.
Spending a month drifting around London, Typhoon was arrested by the local authorities for torching an abandoned house. Typhoon’s personality was evaluated by the local psychologist. After checking his record as well as his academic reports, suggested that Typhoon be rehabilitated as a metal worker. After spending a year in prison and believing reformed by the psychologists, was released and immediately employed as a metal worker.
Typhoon was happy with his new found occupation, his love for fire and metalworking combined into something that was more constructive than destructive. Typhoon was initially paid with money, but after finding it a little lacking, was soon given a reduced payment and a new payment of beer and cigarettes that more suited Typhoon.
Typhoon has now lived in London for 9 years, never coming across a supernatural though when Typhoon uses his flame thrower, all things burn which makes him happy none the less and the identification of most supernatural creatures impossible due to the remains being nothing more than a pile of ash.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Metallurgy – Typhoon is a experienced metal worker, knowing the general strengths and weaknesses of metals.
Alchemy – Typhoon understands that a metal worker needs alchemy as part of his work, Typhoon knows what chemicals to mix to produce a desired result.
Mechanic – Typhoon was gifted with the knowledge into how to construct basic weapons and armor from scrap just lying around the place.
Pyrotechnitian – Typhoon has a love with fire and flame, he is a undisputed expert on how to produce a flame hot enough to cut though a given metal.
Family/Ties:
Jason Nightsrike – father (has disowned his son)
Lucy Nightstrike – mother ( has disowned her son)
RP Sample:
Loud metal could be herd coming from the basement of the workshop. Typhoon threw down the now burnt cigarette before pulling out his packet, only to throw that to the ground once discovering that it was empty. Reaching into another pocket, Typhoon produced a new packet of cigarettes, pulling one out before putting it back into his shirt pocket, lighting it with his flame thrower. Taking a quick puff from his cigarette, Typhoon got back to work. Pulling out another sheet of steel, he switched his flamer from its normal orange flame to his more powerful blue cutting flame. Standing the sheet metal up against the wall, Typhoon began to cut into the quarter inch thick metal, stopping from time to time to check the precision of his cuts or to take another swig from his beer, throwing each empty bottle over his shoulder as he pulled another one out of the case.
“Oi, that sheet cut yet?” His boss stepping down into Typhoon’s basement, its air thick with the smell of metal, oil, flammable liquids and cigarette smoke, his boss coughed heavily in the thick air.
“Almost done.” Typhoon turned back to the sheet metal, cutting through the last of it before extinguishing his flamer.
“There.” Typhoon placed the neatly cut sheets of metal on the table before turning off the stereo that had been roaring out his favorite metal tunes.
“Good.” His boss turning back to the stair, running up them to escape the thick air. Typhoon grabbed his worn leather jacket before heading up the door, his flamer in hand.
Outside, two thugs stood, ready to mug Typhoon. Both of them pulled out their revolvers before pointing it at Typhoon.
“Give us all your money and maybe we might just let you live.” Typhoon couldn’t help but crack a little smile before opening the gas on his flamer, igniting it with his cigarette.
“I got a better idea, how about you run or I make you do the burny burny dance.” The two thugs just laughed at Typhoon’s words, obviously unaware of his now ignited ramshackle flamethrower. Grinning, Typhoon pointed the flamer at the thugs before unleashing the thick, sticky, flammable liquid on his would be attackers, each one catching alight before running around in a burning blaze. Typhoon walked over to his ute, pulling out a beer from the locker before cracking it open and drinking it. Typhoon couldn’t help but smile with glee as the two assailants ran around in a flaming mess. It would be some time before they would stop burning and an even greater time before the liquid fully had burned itself out, by which time the remains would have been turned into a pile of ash.
Pictures:
This section is optional but preferred. If you have any pictures of your character, post them here.
