I'm interested in joining. Is there a position for a bastard brother/sister? If not, that's fine and I'll make something else.
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Sounds cool; color me interested!
Sorry for the late post and double post. A lot of things have been going on. I will post more frequently in the future.
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James woke up, probably somewhere in the afternoon, almost naked and in a stranger's appartement. He wasn't surprised. This has happened before. As he rubbed his eyes, he started to sit straight up and looked around. It was a small appartement with a view over New York. The view made it look as if he was on the 60th floor. The appartement was really high up. James stood up and slowly started walking towards the window and looked out over New York. It reminded him of his own place. That thought reminded him of is own stuff. A quick bodysearch made clear he had nothing on him at the moment and he had to start looking around for his stuff. Most of his clothes were in the kitchen with his keys and phone still in their pockets. Couple of other people, all around his age, were still sleeping throughout the appartement. He found his coat a couple of minutes later and started to leave the building.
While he was walking down the street and trying to remember what happened last night, he noticed he had 12 missed calls and a lot of messages from Ken. Ken was a guy he once met at a party, he was a so called `freak´ aswel. James called him back straight away. "James?! Oh god, James I thought they had taken you already." Ken sounded scared. "What the hell are you talking about." James responded confused. He was almost at his appartement. "Haven't you heard the news or anything!?" Ken said. "Okay, okay...." a short silence fell. "Okay, listen carefully James. Listen carefully and listen good." Ken said as he explained everything that had happened.
"Wow. That's... well, I'm not sure how to respond. Where the hell do I go now, now that they're hunting us?" James said as he walked in circles through his appartement. "I guess I can't fucking stay here, right?" Ken agreed. "Right, you can't. But I know a place, I'm currently there. It's a place where you can hide for a small price. It's called The Shelter." There fell a silence. "The... Shelter?" James said as he started going through his stuff and putting everything of value in his backpack. "Yeah, The Shelter. Seriously, you can't stay where you are. They're checking every house in New York." James sighed as he grabbed the last couple of things and filled his backpack with them. He took all the normal stuff people take with them with him. Clothes, electronics, cash, all that jazz. "Okay... okay. I'll go there. Where is the place?" James asked as he closed is backpack. "You got an adress of that place?" He looked in the mirror and noticed he was a mess. He had already changed into a new pair of clothes and all, but something just made him look like a real mess. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't showered in almost a week. Finally, Ken responded. "Tell you what. I'll meet you at your place, okay? Just make sure you don't act too nervous around cops and I'll meet you outside." After that, he hung up. James sighed as he made his way down to the streets.
About 20 minutes later, Ken finally arrived. He acted way too friendly and made a comment about James' holiday trip and that he should've packed more than just one backpack. He said it loud enough so that the ungoing stream of people could hear it aswel. James thought it was cheesy but clever at the same time. After some more smalltalk, they left. In just a couple of minutes they left the busy streets behind for alleys. Those soon enough turned into sewer tunnels. "What the hell Ken, this place is inside the sewers?" James said angrily, he wasn't fond of anything that has to do with sewers. "Nobody checks here okay? This is one of the (if not the) safest ways to travel." Ken replied. James didn't say anything after that.
15 minutes later, they arrived. Ken showed James around and introduced him to the owner. The owner told James that he could stay as long as he paid his dues, but James had enough money for that. After that, James thanked Ken for all he had done and Ken left. James got a key and started looking for his so called 'room'. As he was searching, he got the idea that he should get to know some people around here and walked up towards the first person he saw. A guy with black hair who smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. "Hey" he said as he held his hand out. "I'm James Qatr. Call me James."
While he was walking down the street and trying to remember what happened last night, he noticed he had 12 missed calls and a lot of messages from Ken. Ken was a guy he once met at a party, he was a so called `freak´ aswel. James called him back straight away. "James?! Oh god, James I thought they had taken you already." Ken sounded scared. "What the hell are you talking about." James responded confused. He was almost at his appartement. "Haven't you heard the news or anything!?" Ken said. "Okay, okay...." a short silence fell. "Okay, listen carefully James. Listen carefully and listen good." Ken said as he explained everything that had happened.
"Wow. That's... well, I'm not sure how to respond. Where the hell do I go now, now that they're hunting us?" James said as he walked in circles through his appartement. "I guess I can't fucking stay here, right?" Ken agreed. "Right, you can't. But I know a place, I'm currently there. It's a place where you can hide for a small price. It's called The Shelter." There fell a silence. "The... Shelter?" James said as he started going through his stuff and putting everything of value in his backpack. "Yeah, The Shelter. Seriously, you can't stay where you are. They're checking every house in New York." James sighed as he grabbed the last couple of things and filled his backpack with them. He took all the normal stuff people take with them with him. Clothes, electronics, cash, all that jazz. "Okay... okay. I'll go there. Where is the place?" James asked as he closed is backpack. "You got an adress of that place?" He looked in the mirror and noticed he was a mess. He had already changed into a new pair of clothes and all, but something just made him look like a real mess. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't showered in almost a week. Finally, Ken responded. "Tell you what. I'll meet you at your place, okay? Just make sure you don't act too nervous around cops and I'll meet you outside." After that, he hung up. James sighed as he made his way down to the streets.
About 20 minutes later, Ken finally arrived. He acted way too friendly and made a comment about James' holiday trip and that he should've packed more than just one backpack. He said it loud enough so that the ungoing stream of people could hear it aswel. James thought it was cheesy but clever at the same time. After some more smalltalk, they left. In just a couple of minutes they left the busy streets behind for alleys. Those soon enough turned into sewer tunnels. "What the hell Ken, this place is inside the sewers?" James said angrily, he wasn't fond of anything that has to do with sewers. "Nobody checks here okay? This is one of the (if not the) safest ways to travel." Ken replied. James didn't say anything after that.
15 minutes later, they arrived. Ken showed James around and introduced him to the owner. The owner told James that he could stay as long as he paid his dues, but James had enough money for that. After that, James thanked Ken for all he had done and Ken left. James got a key and started looking for his so called 'room'. As he was searching, he got the idea that he should get to know some people around here and walked up towards the first person he saw. A guy with black hair who smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. "Hey" he said as he held his hand out. "I'm James Qatr. Call me James."
Same thing as Larfleeze! Will post today/night.
Still here. I like to believe that the guild has too many people on it instead of some coding problem.
Name:
James Arthur Qatr (AKA: Grease)
Appearance:
Age: Name:
24
Gender:
Male
Power:
James has the ability to make electricity, which sounds more fun than it actually is. Electricity is highly dangerous and unstable, making too much of it could kill James in an instant. Directing electricity over long distances is nearly impossible, but anything closer than 5 meter is possible. James normally uses his electricity for fighting other people hand to hand or to burn circuits and overriding systems.
Bio:
James Arthur Elqatran was born the youngest in a family of two in Canada. His older brother was 4 when James was born. His father was a succesfull bussinessman who had been in some kind of market for 19 years. James never paid attention to his dad's work. His mother was a sweet and caring housewife. James' brother, Michael, was going to take over his father's bussiness when his dad would pass away. James' life was easy. His parents were rich enough to buy him anything he wanted and he got all the help he needed for school.
His life was perfect, until an accident in which James, Michael and his mother were all involved in. That was around 6 or 7 years ago. Nobody knows exactly what happened but rumor has it that the driver lost control of the car and drove off a cliff. James' mother and brother both died on impact, James somehow survived. He woke up outside of the car, covered in blood and sweat. As he tried to stand up, he noticed that something was holding him down. Part of the car had fallen down on his right arm, which he couldn't feel anymore. Other parts of his body were also in really bad shape. The driver, who also survived, helped him out of it all. James passed out and woke up, days later, in a hospital. His right arm was no more, but he woke up with something else. Some kind of rush in his body. It didn't took him long to find out that he could make electricity. He knew that people with special powers were hated, so he kept is a secret.
Now, almost 7 years later, James lives in New York. The doctors gave him a prostethic right arm. His father holds James responsible for the accident and thus also for the death of Michael and their mother. His father wanted him out of his life. So he gave James 10% of his fortune and told him to leave Canada. James started a life as an 'artist' and changed his name last name to Qatr. When he's not trying to make art or walking around downtown New York, where he lives, he's training. He needed to start doing a sport as part of his rehabilitation process. He chose to do a couple of different fighting sports. It was a good way to get some exercise and get his anger out. At night he normally goes out, trying to find inspiration for his art. He likes chaotic types of art, so he's always looking for chaos and people suffering. If he can't find it, he sometimes even makes it himself.
Personality:
James knows his etiquettes and acts according to those. He acts kind, thoughtful and interested in other people. But in reality, he doesn't give a crap about other people and what they feel. James is selfish and ruthless. He is, just like electricity, unstable in emotions. The fact that he has enough money to come by makes him even more unpredicable, since he does everything for fun. Anything he does, he does for the kick, not for the money.
Other:
-He hates showering, since water and electricty don't go well. That's why he almost never showers, or goes swimming. His nickname comes from his hair, which becomes greasy from not showering.
-Fond of beer.
-Collects skulls.
James Arthur Qatr (AKA: Grease)
Appearance:
Age: Name:
24
Gender:
Male
Power:
James has the ability to make electricity, which sounds more fun than it actually is. Electricity is highly dangerous and unstable, making too much of it could kill James in an instant. Directing electricity over long distances is nearly impossible, but anything closer than 5 meter is possible. James normally uses his electricity for fighting other people hand to hand or to burn circuits and overriding systems.
Bio:
James Arthur Elqatran was born the youngest in a family of two in Canada. His older brother was 4 when James was born. His father was a succesfull bussinessman who had been in some kind of market for 19 years. James never paid attention to his dad's work. His mother was a sweet and caring housewife. James' brother, Michael, was going to take over his father's bussiness when his dad would pass away. James' life was easy. His parents were rich enough to buy him anything he wanted and he got all the help he needed for school.
His life was perfect, until an accident in which James, Michael and his mother were all involved in. That was around 6 or 7 years ago. Nobody knows exactly what happened but rumor has it that the driver lost control of the car and drove off a cliff. James' mother and brother both died on impact, James somehow survived. He woke up outside of the car, covered in blood and sweat. As he tried to stand up, he noticed that something was holding him down. Part of the car had fallen down on his right arm, which he couldn't feel anymore. Other parts of his body were also in really bad shape. The driver, who also survived, helped him out of it all. James passed out and woke up, days later, in a hospital. His right arm was no more, but he woke up with something else. Some kind of rush in his body. It didn't took him long to find out that he could make electricity. He knew that people with special powers were hated, so he kept is a secret.
Now, almost 7 years later, James lives in New York. The doctors gave him a prostethic right arm. His father holds James responsible for the accident and thus also for the death of Michael and their mother. His father wanted him out of his life. So he gave James 10% of his fortune and told him to leave Canada. James started a life as an 'artist' and changed his name last name to Qatr. When he's not trying to make art or walking around downtown New York, where he lives, he's training. He needed to start doing a sport as part of his rehabilitation process. He chose to do a couple of different fighting sports. It was a good way to get some exercise and get his anger out. At night he normally goes out, trying to find inspiration for his art. He likes chaotic types of art, so he's always looking for chaos and people suffering. If he can't find it, he sometimes even makes it himself.
Personality:
James knows his etiquettes and acts according to those. He acts kind, thoughtful and interested in other people. But in reality, he doesn't give a crap about other people and what they feel. James is selfish and ruthless. He is, just like electricity, unstable in emotions. The fact that he has enough money to come by makes him even more unpredicable, since he does everything for fun. Anything he does, he does for the kick, not for the money.
Other:
-He hates showering, since water and electricty don't go well. That's why he almost never showers, or goes swimming. His nickname comes from his hair, which becomes greasy from not showering.
-Fond of beer.
-Collects skulls.
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You would pronounce his ´old´ last name as alcatraz, the prison, but with an N instead of a Z. His ´new´ last name is pronounced cuatr, as in unos, dos, tres, cuatro. You know. Spanish. But instead of the O you say nothing.
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Name:
James Arthur Qatr (AKA: Grease)
Appearance:
Age: Name:
24
Gender:
Male
Power:
James has the ability to make electricity, which sounds more fun than it actually is. Electricity is highly dangerous and unstable, making too much of it could kill James in an instant. Directing electricity over long distances is nearly impossible, but anything closer than 5 meter is possible. James normally uses his electricity for fighting other people hand to hand or to burn circuits and overriding systems.
Bio:
James Arthur Elqatran was born the youngest in a family of two in Canada. His older brother was 4 when James was born. His father was a succesfull bussinessman who had been in some kind of market for 19 years. James never paid attention to his dad's work. His mother was a sweet and caring housewife. James' brother, Michael, was going to take over his father's bussiness when his dad would pass away. James' life was easy. His parents were rich enough to buy him anything he wanted and he got all the help he needed for school.
His life was perfect, until an accident in which James, Michael and his mother were all involved in. That was around 6 or 7 years ago. Nobody knows exactly what happened but rumor has it that the driver lost control of the car and drove off a cliff. James' mother and brother both died on impact, James somehow survived. He woke up outside of the car, covered in blood and sweat. As he tried to stand up, he noticed that something was holding him down. Part of the car had fallen down on his right arm, which he couldn't feel anymore. Other parts of his body were also in really bad shape. The driver, who also survived, helped him out of it all. James passed out and woke up, days later, in a hospital. His right arm was no more, but he woke up with something else. Some kind of rush in his body. It didn't took him long to find out that he could make electricity. He knew that people with special powers were hated, so he kept is a secret.
Now, almost 7 years later, James lives in New York. The doctors gave him a prostethic right arm. His father holds James responsible for the accident and thus also for the death of Michael and their mother. His father wanted him out of his life. So he gave James 10% of his fortune and told him to leave Canada. James started a life as an 'artist' and changed his name last name to Qatr. When he's not trying to make art or walking around downtown New York, where he lives, he's training. He needed to start doing a sport as part of his rehabilitation process. He chose to do a couple of different fighting sports. It was a good way to get some exercise and get his anger out. At night he normally goes out, trying to find inspiration for his art. He likes chaotic types of art, so he's always looking for chaos and people suffering. If he can't find it, he sometimes even makes it himself.
Personality:
James knows his etiquettes and acts according to those. He acts kind, thoughtful and interested in other people. But in reality, he doesn't give a crap about other people and what they feel. James is selfish and ruthless. He is, just like electricity, unstable in emotions. The fact that he has enough money to come by makes him even more unpredicable, since he does everything for fun. Anything he does, he does for the kick, not for the money.
Other:
-He hates showering, since water and electricty don't go well. That's why he almost never showers, or goes swimming. His nickname comes from his hair, which becomes greasy from not showering.
-Fond of beer.
-Collects skulls.
James Arthur Qatr (AKA: Grease)
Appearance:
Age: Name:
24
Gender:
Male
Power:
James has the ability to make electricity, which sounds more fun than it actually is. Electricity is highly dangerous and unstable, making too much of it could kill James in an instant. Directing electricity over long distances is nearly impossible, but anything closer than 5 meter is possible. James normally uses his electricity for fighting other people hand to hand or to burn circuits and overriding systems.
Bio:
James Arthur Elqatran was born the youngest in a family of two in Canada. His older brother was 4 when James was born. His father was a succesfull bussinessman who had been in some kind of market for 19 years. James never paid attention to his dad's work. His mother was a sweet and caring housewife. James' brother, Michael, was going to take over his father's bussiness when his dad would pass away. James' life was easy. His parents were rich enough to buy him anything he wanted and he got all the help he needed for school.
His life was perfect, until an accident in which James, Michael and his mother were all involved in. That was around 6 or 7 years ago. Nobody knows exactly what happened but rumor has it that the driver lost control of the car and drove off a cliff. James' mother and brother both died on impact, James somehow survived. He woke up outside of the car, covered in blood and sweat. As he tried to stand up, he noticed that something was holding him down. Part of the car had fallen down on his right arm, which he couldn't feel anymore. Other parts of his body were also in really bad shape. The driver, who also survived, helped him out of it all. James passed out and woke up, days later, in a hospital. His right arm was no more, but he woke up with something else. Some kind of rush in his body. It didn't took him long to find out that he could make electricity. He knew that people with special powers were hated, so he kept is a secret.
Now, almost 7 years later, James lives in New York. The doctors gave him a prostethic right arm. His father holds James responsible for the accident and thus also for the death of Michael and their mother. His father wanted him out of his life. So he gave James 10% of his fortune and told him to leave Canada. James started a life as an 'artist' and changed his name last name to Qatr. When he's not trying to make art or walking around downtown New York, where he lives, he's training. He needed to start doing a sport as part of his rehabilitation process. He chose to do a couple of different fighting sports. It was a good way to get some exercise and get his anger out. At night he normally goes out, trying to find inspiration for his art. He likes chaotic types of art, so he's always looking for chaos and people suffering. If he can't find it, he sometimes even makes it himself.
Personality:
James knows his etiquettes and acts according to those. He acts kind, thoughtful and interested in other people. But in reality, he doesn't give a crap about other people and what they feel. James is selfish and ruthless. He is, just like electricity, unstable in emotions. The fact that he has enough money to come by makes him even more unpredicable, since he does everything for fun. Anything he does, he does for the kick, not for the money.
Other:
-He hates showering, since water and electricty don't go well. That's why he almost never showers, or goes swimming. His nickname comes from his hair, which becomes greasy from not showering.
-Fond of beer.
-Collects skulls.
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