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Name
Marcus "Ved" Johnson
Age
83
Age appears to be
23
Species
A human vampire hybrid, long story short, he was an accidental test tube baby in a research facility. His genes became splice with a pure-blooded vampire's DNA, and a human's.
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Bio/History/Backstory
He was raised in a Purge research facility to be a weapon, and that's exactly what he is. Although his ties have been cut with any Purge affiliations, he still on occasion preforms under-the-table contacts, in exchange for weaponry and ammunition. His capabilities prove him a natural at blending into human communities, and he fits in with the hip-hop community extremely well. When he isn't on missions for Purge, he operates as a bounty-hunter of sorts, contracted killing or disablement. The downside to him, is that he REALLY does not play well with others in regard to work.
Faction/Side/Alignment/Goals
Technically he is not a member of any faction, but he works for whichever orginization sends the most cash. His real ambition is to find the genetic donors that created him, and show them what evil came from their mindless donation.
Personality
Ved is energetic, born in these streets style youth. In his free-time, he chills with his friends and freestyles with them. He has a serious interest in hip-hop, and will often rap to himself during missions to keep himself from getting bored, which happens very easily. All around, he is a very "I don't give a fuck" style person.
Powers
Slightly advanced senses, faster and strong than the average human, and a decent regeneration speed.
What makes him truly dangerous is his ability to create orbs of light, ranging from dim to blinding in intensity, and use them as distractions, or incapacitate his enemies by temporarily blinding them.
Weapons
He uses single handed weapons, namely Pistols, Grenades, and Pocket knives.
Skills
After over 40 years of intense training, there isn't too much the guy can't do, ranging from hacking to hand-to-hand combat, he is by definition, capable.
Themesong
Hopsin-I Need Help
Marcus "Ved" Johnson
Age
83
Age appears to be
23
Species
A human vampire hybrid, long story short, he was an accidental test tube baby in a research facility. His genes became splice with a pure-blooded vampire's DNA, and a human's.
Pic
Bio/History/Backstory
He was raised in a Purge research facility to be a weapon, and that's exactly what he is. Although his ties have been cut with any Purge affiliations, he still on occasion preforms under-the-table contacts, in exchange for weaponry and ammunition. His capabilities prove him a natural at blending into human communities, and he fits in with the hip-hop community extremely well. When he isn't on missions for Purge, he operates as a bounty-hunter of sorts, contracted killing or disablement. The downside to him, is that he REALLY does not play well with others in regard to work.
Faction/Side/Alignment/Goals
Technically he is not a member of any faction, but he works for whichever orginization sends the most cash. His real ambition is to find the genetic donors that created him, and show them what evil came from their mindless donation.
Personality
Ved is energetic, born in these streets style youth. In his free-time, he chills with his friends and freestyles with them. He has a serious interest in hip-hop, and will often rap to himself during missions to keep himself from getting bored, which happens very easily. All around, he is a very "I don't give a fuck" style person.
Powers
Slightly advanced senses, faster and strong than the average human, and a decent regeneration speed.
What makes him truly dangerous is his ability to create orbs of light, ranging from dim to blinding in intensity, and use them as distractions, or incapacitate his enemies by temporarily blinding them.
Weapons
He uses single handed weapons, namely Pistols, Grenades, and Pocket knives.
Skills
After over 40 years of intense training, there isn't too much the guy can't do, ranging from hacking to hand-to-hand combat, he is by definition, capable.
Themesong
Hopsin-I Need Help
Ved
He walked into the classroom, following a few minutes behind the blind chick and her service dog. His headphones were in and blaring, something by Ice Cube that he couldn't name off the top of his head. He fumbled with the flashlight in his baggy jeans, then lifted up his hood over his head, slipping towards the back of the room, not really wanting to fuck around with a confrontation for being late. At the back of the room he did a quick glance over the other freaks in there with him. A month ago, if you told him he'd be going to a school of mutated kids, or a school at all, he would have laughed, called you a stupid sack of shit, then kept walking.
He walked into the classroom, following a few minutes behind the blind chick and her service dog. His headphones were in and blaring, something by Ice Cube that he couldn't name off the top of his head. He fumbled with the flashlight in his baggy jeans, then lifted up his hood over his head, slipping towards the back of the room, not really wanting to fuck around with a confrontation for being late. At the back of the room he did a quick glance over the other freaks in there with him. A month ago, if you told him he'd be going to a school of mutated kids, or a school at all, he would have laughed, called you a stupid sack of shit, then kept walking.
Thanks, sorry I didn't mean to rush you.
I extended the abilities section, including his strengths and weaknesses, as well as hinting onto some possible character growth.
is there anything I should work on CS wise, or am I just flat out not accepted?
Is there anything I should work on for my CS, or am I just flat out not accepted?
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His head bobbed slowly as he pinched his upper lip, closing his eyes and feeling the rhythm of his buddy Ray's newest rhythm, he adjusted his headphones over his ears, positioning them comfortably.
"Yo man, I got this." He murmured as he ran his fingers down to his chin, rubbing slowly as he took in a shallow breath.
"Yeah I know I'm just another nigga tryna rap, but between you an me I got bitches in the back. So set that shit on repeat and kick it to this track, while I'm dropping niggas with my verse that's a fact!"
His hands moved in circles, gesturing and using his hands to say just a much as his mouth. This kind of bullshit had been his life for the last six months, and no matter how creative he got with his lyrics, nobody would drop more than a five in his hat.
"And fuck yo weak raps man that shit act got me pulling hair out my hand on the back now c'mere SMACK, I sick an tired of theses niggas try be acting cool when really you just givin our name to fools because everyone around me now thinks I'm a tool because I used to fuck around with clowns like you! I really don't give a fuck about the next thing you do, as long as you keep it far from here dude.
He took another heavy breath, a faint glowing in his hands concerning him.
"Turn this shit off, I can't spit in these conditions man."
He complained, which wasn't surprising given the leaks in the roof. It hadn't rained in three days yet somehow there was still water droplets hitting the half-full pans. He pulled off the headphones,setting them down and taking a drink from the half-empty pint of Jack.
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Chris James Dimnic
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Ved, or Hop
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Ved Bright
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Other than his claims of superhuman rapping capabilities, his truly extraordinary abilities are his manipulation of light. Using other lights within eyesight, he can create orbs of light in varying degrees of intensity (Dim to painfully bright). Later on in life he will discover he can create projectiles or beams of white-hot light that originate from his palms. The downside to Ved, is the fact that he has manic depression, anxiety, a terrifying phobia of darkness, and genuine difficultie in getting along well with others. His other capabilities are limited to a below average human, being skinny and tall, the strongest and fastest things on him are his lyrics. With his abilities limited, if an electrical shortage occurs, or he is caught in the dead of night without a flashlight or a phone on him, he is utterly defenseless. His biggest adversaries are people with a control over electricity, or water (using water on electronics will render them lightless, and useless to him), but when with a teammate he has great ease facing off against the common criminal, or perhaps in battle against a pyrokinetic. He is most effective when partnered with others, during the daytime or in well lit areas. His best tactical advantage is to be used as a distraction or to blind a small area.
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Ved
His head bobbed slowly as he pinched his upper lip, closing his eyes and feeling the rhythm of his buddy Ray's newest rhythm, he adjusted his headphones over his ears, positioning them comfortably.
"Yo man, I got this." He murmured as he ran his fingers down to his chin, rubbing slowly as he took in a shallow breath.
"Yeah I know I'm just another nigga tryna rap, but between you an me I got bitches in the back. So set that shit on repeat and kick it to this track, while I'm dropping niggas with my verse that's a fact!"
His hands moved in circles, gesturing and using his hands to say just a much as his mouth. This kind of bullshit had been his life for the last six months, and no matter how creative he got with his lyrics, nobody would drop more than a five in his hat.
"And fuck yo weak raps man that shit act got me pulling hair out my hand on the back now c'mere SMACK, I sick an tired of theses niggas try be acting cool when really you just givin our name to fools because everyone around me now thinks I'm a tool because I used to fuck around with clowns like you! I really don't give a fuck about the next thing you do, as long as you keep it far from here dude.
He took another heavy breath, a faint glowing in his hands concerning him.
"Turn this shit off, I can't spit in these conditions man."
He complained, which wasn't surprising given the leaks in the roof. It hadn't rained in three days yet somehow there was still water droplets hitting the half-full pans. He pulled off the headphones,setting them down and taking a drink from the half-empty pint of Jack.
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Arnold Palmer, a mix of lemonade and sweet tea.
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