Secret ID: Bolin Lài Alias: Foo Dog Age: 19 Gender: Male
Personality: Bolin is a smart-ass, make jokes on the fly, quick banter kind of superhero. When all else fails, at least he can joke about it. He does, however, know when to get serious. Bolin's other half, Shíshī, isn't so pleasant. Shíshī is a serious mannered spirit.
Abilities: Bolin is at the height of human ability. He's fast, strong, agile, and durable. It also helps to be possessed by a Chinese guardian spirit. The spirit, Shíshī, allows Bolin to call upon brief moments of super strength and durability in a pinch, but the use of this strength quickly drains him.
As a final resort, Bolin can allow Shíshī to come forth, transforming him into a very large, very strong creature, often referred to as a Foo Dog. He can remain in this form indefinitely, until Shíshī relinquishes control and lets Bolin take his body back.
Weakness: Burning sage in his vicinity will keep him trapped in one form. It doesn't matter which one; he'll won't be able to transformed until the sage is taken away.
Appearance: Bolin fights with several forms of martial arts, so his costume must be comfortable. He wears yellow, red, and black, colors that resemble the form of Shíshī, his Foo dog. His weapon of choice is a pair of kamas.
Without his costume on, Bolin is just your average guy. He's about 5'10", has black hair, brown eyes, and is of Chinese descent.
History: One has to wonder how a young man comes to be possessed by a giant lion spirit. Bolin was just a baby when he was taken from his home, in a small village in China, by a dark clan of demon worshipers called The Hand. The Hand planned to train Bolin and eventually summon a demon to possess his body so that he could aid them in their dark deeds.
Bolin was raised by the villains, trained by their ideals. When it came time to have his body taken over, The Hand opened a portal to the spirit world to allow the demon to travel through. However, unknown to them a different spirit had been watching their actions, waiting to stop them. Shíshī came through instead, taking over Bolin's body and using his strength to destroy the Hand. When the villains had retreated back to their hidey holes, Shíshī gave Bolin control again, washing away the years of evil that had been trained into him. Shíshī was unable to return back to the spirit world now, forever bonded with Bolin. It took years for the two to find a way to get along. Bolin can often be seen talking to Shíshī, earning odd looks as it appears that he is speaking to himself.
Bolin is still searching for the remaining Hand members. They are all but extinct in China now, but a few branches remain in the United States. This is what brought Bolin over seas to fight. The numbers have drastically dropped since his arrival, allowing him to do other things such as join the TITANs. He'll still occasionally go off on a lead, but his heart is with the team.
Sample Post:
This city was one of the darkest Bolin had ever seen. He wondered, sometimes, what brought the filth and scum of the villain underworld here. Why was this place a shining beacon to those who wanted to see the world burn? Maybe it was the same idea behind New York City; if a villain could make it here, they could make it anywhere .
Bolin was usually busy making sure they never made it.
Tonight was no different. He had chosen to patrol the east side of the city, near the docks. Shit was always going down here. Just the other week he busted up a group of traffickers here, and drug smugglers the week before that. But tonight, however, seemed pretty quiet. Knock on wood.
An idea I've been tossing around in my head lately, a medieval/fantasy adventure. A princess or other high ranking figure is kidnapped by rogues and taken for a ransom. She manages to outsmart them and escape, but the land she finds herself in is unfamiliar. She ends up wandering, completely lost, until she is eventually found by a lone hermit of barbarian descent.
He's not too keen on helping her, mostly because the nation's royals and his people have never gotten along. But the woman refuses to let her only hope of finding her way home escape. Eventually, he's left with little choice other than to let her into his home. Taking her on the long journey back to her kingdom, however, is another story.
After some bickering and deal making, he eventually caves and they start a long journey back. That's the plot I've got so far. I'm looking for someone to play the female part.
Requirements:
Please be 18+. This RP won't be 100% sex and gore, but mature themes will likely play a part.
Please be able to write within a casual-advanced range.
Please be able to post at least once a day.
Please don't make a weak damsel in distress. That's not the picture I have for this character.
After his briefing, Amid had been left to meander at the safe house. He'd arrived in India late last night, and really, he should have been sleeping like everyone else. But he couldn't. This whole thing had his stomach twisted tight, feeling sick and nervous. He'd never done anything quite like this; a bit operation on a global scale. He'd never even been outside his own country. This was all very big and scary to him, and, honestly, he had little expectations of surviving it.
He paced around in his small room, his cot taking up most of the floor. Laying on top of the creaky mattress was his duffel bag. It wasn't big or particularly heavy, but inside were all his worldly belonging. Necessities, mostly. Finally, he stopping wearing scuff marks into the floor and sat down next to his bag, his right leg bouncing nervously. He needed to sleep; he needed sleep very badly. However, over the past couple years, sleep had been something of a stranger to him. Amid could scarcely close his eyes before his head was full of screaming and wailing.
He probably needed to see a doctor, but doctors cost money.
The young man finally moved his duffel onto the floor and laid onto his back. The plastic wrapped mattress creaked in protest. He stared up at the ceiling, going over the things he'd been told in his briefing. The men would be leaving their station tomorrow. Tomorrow he would meet the soldier he would serve and probably die with. He hoped he at least liked them.