Post by Toriji on Jul 17, 2008 9:14:45 GMT -5
Name: Zeke Winkler
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Power Level: 4
Timeline: Futuristic
Appearance:
~Hair: Black and spiked with white tips
~Eyes: Icy Blue
~Skin: Slightly Tanned
~Build: Fairly Muscular/ Lean
~Attire: A deep blue button down vest with no sleeves and a V-neck. He usually wears dark blue jeans and black skate shoes with white laces.
~Height: 5'10"
~Weight: 165
~Other Features: He has no special features other than the fact the at his appearance betrays his true personality.
Personality: He is hyper over all of his other personality aspects. His short attention span comes at a close second. He is know to zone out or speak randomly off subject. He pulls this under control somewhat when there is danger. He is still hyper, but he is able to focus a little better.
History: Zeke grew up pretty normally in his younger years. He walked from school and back every day. He was your average child, no specific quirks or unsusual strengths, just normal.
It all changed in an instant with a drunken driver. Zeke was walking home with his friends as he usually did when they were blindsided by an old car driven by a drunken man. Zeke was the ony one of the six teens to survive, sent into a coma.The doctors told his parents to prepare for the worst, it didn't look good because he shouldn't have even survived the wreck. He stayed asleep with hisparents by his side for what seemed like an eternity.
In his comatose state, Zeke dreamt of a great war unfolding. Simply a stranger helping the kingdom fend off an attacker. He armed himself and went off on the front lines. As they approached the enemy the soldiers spoke of, yet couldn't describe he began to get nervous. The time was upon him, the villain was just down the hill. He made his way over to have the shock of his life, it was only one man that this troop of a hundred was sent after.
They all charged down to the young man, shrouded in a black cloak. The ground quaked at their feet and giant blades of earth rose to cut the soldiers down. The man ran into the crowd with a silver blade slicing through them in the confusion. Zeke fled to where the man stood before and loked back appauled at the carnage.
After all the soldiers fell the man turned, staring down at Zeke. Zeke fell back, crippled with fear as the man walked to him. He told him to get and face him as a sword similar to his but onyx rose in front of Zeke. He stood and took the sword, and the man bowed slightly and slashed at him. The battle raged for minutes and Zeke began to tire nder the man's powerful blows. He finally fell onto his back, exhausted. The man walked over to him shaking his head, ready to finish him off when Zeke lunged at him. The onyx blade ran the man through.
He congratulated Zeke as the blood poured. He pulled down his hood to shock Zeke even more than before. The hooded man was none other than himself. The man faded into a blue light and flowed into Zeke's eyes, turning them an icy blue. A vioce rang out from hi thoughts. "You have awakened in more than one way." He felt sleepy and collapsed there on the spot.
He woke up in a hospital bed with his parents standing over him. They were overjoyed to see him but he pleaded them to leave as he was still tired. After thy left the room, promising to return tommorrow, he tried what he saw himself do in the dream. He pulled a small dagger from his pillow and quickly dropped it from shock.
He shook his head in disbelief, but knew he was out-of-the-ordinary. He went back to sleep, still tired from the whole ordeal. When he woke the next morning ready to leave, and after a few tests, he was released. He returned to school, now looking both ways and tried to keep his powers secret except when he practiced in his room.
He graduated high school and lived by himself in a small appartment as a sort of vigilante. He decided it would be the best use of his powers since he survived well enough on odd jobs he found around the surrounding area. He bought a cloak like in his dream to hide his identity from those he would rescue or punish, but only wears it when neccesary.
Powers:
~Blade Mage: Zeke can pull a sword or the like out of any element. The blade takes on the properties of whatever it is composed of [for ex. A sword pulled from fire would burn with each strike.]
~Increased Physical Limits: He may not be able to lift more or run faster, but he can endure doing either for longer. He can endure marathons without stopping or slowing and can sustain more damage without passing out.
Equipment: None he can make his own.
Weakness: He is still human and is easily killed. A sneak attack would spell disaster since he couldn't switch into a more focused state in time.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Power Level: 4
Timeline: Futuristic
Appearance:
~Hair: Black and spiked with white tips
~Eyes: Icy Blue
~Skin: Slightly Tanned
~Build: Fairly Muscular/ Lean
~Attire: A deep blue button down vest with no sleeves and a V-neck. He usually wears dark blue jeans and black skate shoes with white laces.
~Height: 5'10"
~Weight: 165
~Other Features: He has no special features other than the fact the at his appearance betrays his true personality.
Personality: He is hyper over all of his other personality aspects. His short attention span comes at a close second. He is know to zone out or speak randomly off subject. He pulls this under control somewhat when there is danger. He is still hyper, but he is able to focus a little better.
History: Zeke grew up pretty normally in his younger years. He walked from school and back every day. He was your average child, no specific quirks or unsusual strengths, just normal.
It all changed in an instant with a drunken driver. Zeke was walking home with his friends as he usually did when they were blindsided by an old car driven by a drunken man. Zeke was the ony one of the six teens to survive, sent into a coma.The doctors told his parents to prepare for the worst, it didn't look good because he shouldn't have even survived the wreck. He stayed asleep with hisparents by his side for what seemed like an eternity.
In his comatose state, Zeke dreamt of a great war unfolding. Simply a stranger helping the kingdom fend off an attacker. He armed himself and went off on the front lines. As they approached the enemy the soldiers spoke of, yet couldn't describe he began to get nervous. The time was upon him, the villain was just down the hill. He made his way over to have the shock of his life, it was only one man that this troop of a hundred was sent after.
They all charged down to the young man, shrouded in a black cloak. The ground quaked at their feet and giant blades of earth rose to cut the soldiers down. The man ran into the crowd with a silver blade slicing through them in the confusion. Zeke fled to where the man stood before and loked back appauled at the carnage.
After all the soldiers fell the man turned, staring down at Zeke. Zeke fell back, crippled with fear as the man walked to him. He told him to get and face him as a sword similar to his but onyx rose in front of Zeke. He stood and took the sword, and the man bowed slightly and slashed at him. The battle raged for minutes and Zeke began to tire nder the man's powerful blows. He finally fell onto his back, exhausted. The man walked over to him shaking his head, ready to finish him off when Zeke lunged at him. The onyx blade ran the man through.
He congratulated Zeke as the blood poured. He pulled down his hood to shock Zeke even more than before. The hooded man was none other than himself. The man faded into a blue light and flowed into Zeke's eyes, turning them an icy blue. A vioce rang out from hi thoughts. "You have awakened in more than one way." He felt sleepy and collapsed there on the spot.
He woke up in a hospital bed with his parents standing over him. They were overjoyed to see him but he pleaded them to leave as he was still tired. After thy left the room, promising to return tommorrow, he tried what he saw himself do in the dream. He pulled a small dagger from his pillow and quickly dropped it from shock.
He shook his head in disbelief, but knew he was out-of-the-ordinary. He went back to sleep, still tired from the whole ordeal. When he woke the next morning ready to leave, and after a few tests, he was released. He returned to school, now looking both ways and tried to keep his powers secret except when he practiced in his room.
He graduated high school and lived by himself in a small appartment as a sort of vigilante. He decided it would be the best use of his powers since he survived well enough on odd jobs he found around the surrounding area. He bought a cloak like in his dream to hide his identity from those he would rescue or punish, but only wears it when neccesary.
Powers:
~Blade Mage: Zeke can pull a sword or the like out of any element. The blade takes on the properties of whatever it is composed of [for ex. A sword pulled from fire would burn with each strike.]
~Increased Physical Limits: He may not be able to lift more or run faster, but he can endure doing either for longer. He can endure marathons without stopping or slowing and can sustain more damage without passing out.
Equipment: None he can make his own.
Weakness: He is still human and is easily killed. A sneak attack would spell disaster since he couldn't switch into a more focused state in time.
