Post by dorian on Jun 13, 2009 14:00:46 GMT -5
DORIAN KNIGHT
[/font][/color]COME RIDE WITH ME
THROUGH THE VEINS OF HISTORY[/font]
I’ll show you how God falls asleep on the job
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HOW CAN WE WIN;;
[/font][/color]when fools can be kings?
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What do we call you?[/font]
What else do you go by?[/font] Ian, or Scott. I rarely introduce myself as Dorian. That was my name in my first life. Obviously, this is not my first life. I think you could call it my third, actually. My name during my second life is – well, completely irrelevant, at this point. Besides, I don’t share that name with just anyone – if anyone at all. [/font]
Gender?[/font] Male - blatantly so, I should hope. [/font]
Interested in?[/font] Ladies – but I don’t date much.
What are you?[/font] Black Angel; former Guardian Angel. Yes - “former.” For a reason. Let’s not get into that.
Age? I look about 30, I think.
How long have you looked 30?[/font] Long enough to have bounced your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother on my armored left knee with this very same face. [/color]
Height and weight?[/font] Six feet, four inches; one-hundred and eighty-some pounds. Sure, I’m no towering muscleman, but I get the job done.[/color]
DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME;;
[/font][/color]or time will waste you.
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The Abilities.
The abilities of a
First, there’s his relative invincibility. It takes a lot to do him in - he’s got iron skin and bones of steel, really. He needs them, as he has no methods of healing for either himself or others. He was meant to protect. He shouldn’t need to heal those he’s already kept out of harm’s way. Some physical attacks might cause trouble - a bullet at close range might not kill him, but it'd put him out for a night, easily enough. The only things to which he is truly vulnerable are curses and powerful attacks on the mind.
Despite his fall from grace, there are two abilities involving his guardian duties that he can still use. First, he can still phase – through walls, floors, etc. This is quite handy because as a black angel, Ian can no longer fly. He has only one wing – long and sleek, a touch lighter in color than one would suspect, perhaps a medium chrome, or dark silver. It would still hold a sense of power were it not for the black scar which runs its entire length - and the fact that it's missing the other half of the pair. His other ability that Is still going strong is his ability to temporarily become invisible. It’s nice to hide from the world, sometimes. Unfortunately, he can no longer teleport or remote-view his charges, nor can he telepathically (hear their thoughts/calls)] or empathically (feel drastic changes in emotion/their pain) communicate with them – probably because he has none.
Ian still has the rare gift of Chronokenesis – the ability to manipulate time. Ian uses this ability, perhaps, most sparingly of all, due to glaring mistakes {one in particular} that he has made in the past. He is limited, anyway; the most he is supposed to do is freeze time, and only temporarily. He can slow down time in the moment for either an object or a specific area of the atmosphere. Naturally, larger areas are more taxing, and there’s always the off chance that the one “frozen” is resistant to it {those of extreme mental/psychic ability}. Both the mind and the body are strained when using it, as one must be constantly aware of every surrounding. Unless he wants to leave himself completely incapacitated {temporary paralysis is entirely possible}, Ian can freeze time for no longer than a minute. Luckily, a few seconds is all it usually takes to save a life.
Perhaps his most frequently used ability is his Umbrakinesis – his ability to manipulate shadows using a special form of telekinesis, turning them into a metal-like solid or liquid density for protection, weapons, etc. He could once manipulate light for the same reasons. White-to-black, light-to-dark – it makes sense.
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Occupation:[/color] He was actually a knight, way-back-when. Since then, he’s posed as many things while guarding over others – a surgeon, a soldier, a doctor, a police officer, a firefighter – he no longer does anything in which he is directly trusted with the lives of others. As of now, he does construction, mechanical repairs, and various other miscellaneous jobs.
Weapon(s): Ian could be called a skilled combatant. He’s spent the majority of his life fighting {to protect others, of course}. As such, he’s adept with various weapons, old and new, though he doesn’t keep any on hand. He doesn’t really need them. He’s resourceful, and could be a decent fighter with whatever is lying around; for the most part, he relies on his ability to manipulate shadows into whatever he desires for a moderately foolproof method of attack. He tries not to fight around high-noon. [/color]
Accessories:[/font] Nothing, really. He has a cell phone. And an I-Pod. He has no car; he takes the bus, or the subway. There's no such thing as memorabilia in his apartment. He's not one for that nostalgiac crap. In fact, if anything, he wishes he had something that would help him remember less.
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FAITH;; IT DRIVES ME AWAY
[/font][/color]but it turns me on, like a stranger’s love
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Distinguishing Features: [/font]
- Aura – his aura, unlike most, is a blinding, silvery color, neither white nor black, but trapped in between. It is only fully visible to all when he uses a great deal of energy, though one can see it in his eyes whenever he uses some sort of power. To other angels, he is always encased in a very faint, shimmering, silvery-gray light, as tendrils of the aura will try to pull energy from the surrounding atmosphere. This is how he sustains herself over time; constantly pulling from the spiritual energy of the world itself.
- Scars - there are countless, almost invisible scars upon Ian's form. They travel over his body in thin white tendrils, most notable as a pattern upon his back. They are the remains of markings left on his figure by a powerful curse.
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Appearance:[/font]
Dorian makes a desirable bachelor for multiple reasons – he has a gentlemanly charm, a voguish style and an offhanded handsomeness that add up to make quite an exceptional depiction of the urbane in the modern male. When it comes to looks on a day-to-day basis, Dorian keeps himself clean and very well groomed; every golden-brown hair upon his head is maintained to the best of his ability, which isn’t too daunting a task but for the fact that his hair grows at an exponential rate. Dorian finds the slight bit of scruff marking his face and jaw line to be nearly unavoidable in this regard, but he doesn’t ever let it get far out of hand. The ‘scruff’ does give him a look of dapper ruggedness, one could say – of course, he looks just as fine without it.
With its coded, indecipherable nature, Dorian’ gaze leaves his emotions frighteningly unseen by most. His eyes hold an ever-powerful look, marked by an unreadable intensity that is inscribed in every drop of the pool-blue coloring filling his irises. As intimidating as it can be, his stare has just as much a capacity to entice. In terms of style, he prefers to be modestly comfortable. A trimmed business casual might grace his features on the off occasion. His skin takes on a golden-bronze tan which glows in the right light and adds a certain warmth to his features. When it comes to the matter of strength, Dorian might not be a bulky muscleman – however, he’s certainly no lightweight in the ring, either. He’s got power to his name; every muscle is toned and sculpted to a desirable level for one whose pastimes include hard labor and watching television. For the most part, Dorian keeps this powerful figure cloaked. He prefers it to remain a useful secret weapon against any who feel so inclined as to challenge him.
Let’s hope they don’t catch him on a bad day.
Personality:[/font]
What once was and is now – it seems, a split personality of sorts has formed in the wake of Ian’s fall from grace. One side is obsessed with seclusion, the other, a ghost of his former self, coming more and more to light with each passing day, but ever-burdened by the darkness which envelops the souls of the fallen. Dorian was and is many things; a lover, a fighter, a savoir, a condemner. Sufficed to say, his soul is now a turbulent mess – nothing is truly for certain about who he is, other than that he refuses to believe that he deserves that which he desires most.
Most find Ian to be a bona fide gentleman, in the right light. Though he tends to be distant, a particularly influential individual might find the gallant, knightly persona he once carried back when the Earth was new. He can be fun, uplifting and witty – however, he doesn’t really care for ‘show-and-tell’. Dorian keeps things private. He’s not looking for friends, or lovers {though he’s finding them increasingly more hard to avoid}. He doesn’t want to find a reason to live in others, like he used to. Yet, if he finds someone in distress, it’s harder for him to walk away than it is to embrace that past self and come to the rescue. He’s quirky, in that way – his favorite thing to do is help people. He loves being a hero. But, he denies himself the pleasure of what he loves – unless another asks it of him, of course. He’s still a servant of the people, despite everything he’s been through. Smack-downs still suit him, perhaps moreso since he’s fallen. He might not be fighting for anyone, anymore, but you can be certain he’s still fighting. It’s a good method of stress-relief for an undoubtedly stressed man - especially one who's found rage an increasingly more prevalent part of their life.
Dorian’s once carefree and weightless energy is now found more often constricted. There’s a darker, cynical side to him now; a once devoted man, empowered by his faith, when Dorian thinks of his world and his Deliverer now, he now has nothing but questions and feelings of futility. Something’s different now, however; when he first fell, everything about the man was dark. Days turned into years, years into decades…a century later, things have begun to return. Smiles. His sense of humor. A night of levity, followed by one he might rather forget. Oh, yes – Ian has mixed emotions about the in-between limbo-on-Earth he’s made for himself. Not quite hell, but not nearly heaven…
Sufficed to say, his heart is not completely cold. He’s just got some sorting out to do.
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Appealing Characteristics:
- Charming.
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Heroic. - Genuinely compassionate.
- Curious.
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Faithful to the core. - Attractive. ;D
- When caught in the right mood, he can laugh at anything, and is quite the social butterfly.
- A bit of a closet romantic.
- Would go to the ends of the earth to protect someone he cares for; very gallant.
- Never breaks a promise. Ever.
Appalling Characteristics:
- Can’t lie to save his life; is also somewhat blunt.
- Conceals his good qualities.
- An occasional pessimist.
- Attracts trouble – seriously. He’s a magnet for it.
- Moderately self-loathing.
- Somewhat distant; on the wrong day, he’s shockingly misanthropic – he wasn’t exactly an over-the-top extrovert before, but he definitely wasn’t a hermit.
- Has difficulty sharing things about himself; secretive.
- Tries not to care for people.
- Competitive.
- No longer makes promises.
Likes:
- Gazing at the clouds. Of all shapes, colors, and sizes.
- Laughter.
- Women.
- Flirting.
- Shakespearean literature.
- Music {he has an extensive collection}.
- Baseball.
- Children.
- Alcohol {not mixed with the children}.
- Dancing {possibly mixed with the alcohol).
- Long walks on the beach.
- Fighting to protect others.
- Winning.
- Love.
[/li][li] Steak.
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[/font] [/color]Dislikes:[/font]
- White angels, naturally.
- Grief.
- Villainous people.
- Losing control.
- Hangovers.
- Weakness & Vulnerability.
- Responsibility.
- Thoughts of his former self.
- Losing. Period.
- Using God's name in vain {it actually causes him physical pain}.
- Guilt.
- Mind-readers.
- Love.
- Demons.
- Potatoes.
Fears:[/font]
- Failure.
- Love – and losing it.
- Demons & Curses.
- To come close to getting back his wings, only to fall once more.
- Choosing to protect someone, only to fail again.
Strengths:[/font]
- Passionate.
- Brave.
- Self-sacrificing.
- High pain tolerance.
- Intelligent; he has a near photographic memory, knows a myriad of languages, and is particularly good at thinking on his feet.
- Loyal. Beyond reason.
- Sees the beauty in everything.
- A spectacular dancer
and kisser, for that matter.
Weaknesses:[/font]
- Damsels in distress.
- Curses - for him, recovering from one is the equivalent of going through detox after using meth, cocaine, and heroine every day for a year. {Unpleasant, I know.}
- Promises. He's willing to lose everything to keep one.
- A troubled mind.
- Likes to fight a little too much.
- He really is a serious trouble magnet, with poor luck to boot.
- Pride.
- Women.
- The beauty of things.
History:
Just a few tidbits on his life.
- Dorian Chevalier was born in France and lived as one of the first Frankish knights beneath the rule of Charlemagne, from 780-810.
- He married a shape-shifter and had two children, battling for Charles the Great forty days out of the year.
- Ian died at the age of thirty protecting a leper.
- Was given the duty as a guardian angel and given the name, “Mikhail”; was allowed to watch over his family along with other charges.
- As the years progressed, he grew to acquire more and more charges at once. He remained faithful to his wife, his family, and his God over the centuries, and watched his children grow.
- Became Archangel Mikhai; field commander of the Army of God; patron saint to warriors; patron saint of chivalry. Maintained permanent charges; his only charges that were not warriors of the modern day were, in fact, his family.
- About a century ago, all of his charges – he had twenty at the time, including his wife and children – were killed by a demon that Mikhail had defeated and sent back to hell. Mikhail had been cursed and incapable of chasing after the monster. He found the bodies of all his charges but one of his children in a church.
- After multiple failed attempts to reverse time and alter what happened, Mikhail fell from grace from wrath, guilt, self-pity and self-loathing.
- He has not loved or lost since.
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