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Name
Keith Hatcher

Age
Nineteen. (19)

Also Known As
Chaos - Although the people that knows him by this are most-likely dead.

Appearance
Keith is a tall, lean, and muscular young man that sports the build most would see in athletes. He has constantly half-lidded purple eyes that seems too relaxed and observatory for such a dire world. His hair is weird - basically a giant mess of wavy, feathery black hair that goes in between his eyes, over his ears, and around his head in a sort of bird's nest-like thing; he obviously hasn't used a comb or brush since this whole thing, but, for some reason, the hairstyle looks endearing on him. He usually keeps on a purple and white hoodie, dark black jeans, and comfortable sneakers, while his black backpack is strung over his shoulders - he likes keeping on his small backpack for some reason.

Abilities
Keith, or Chaos as his alias dictates, has the ability to manipulate and use the Kinetic Energy stored inside of his body. Thismeans that he can use the energy to make his physical attacks immensely more powerful - which is used whenever fatal blows are necessary, considering Keith's regular attributes are naturally enhanced due to the chaotic Kinetic Energy that's constantly swirling through his bloodstream. Keith can also channel the energy outside of his body to use in a variety of different ways. The energy itself is usually multicolored, although the common colors are purple, black, and red - usual colors associated with chaotic mythology. He can blast a stream of Kinetic Energy from his feet, to jet himself through the air in a manner reminiscent of flying or floating. Keith can also use the Energy in standard blasts of energy, which will, once impacted with something, simply send them flying with the force of a speeding truck, or even explode on impact with the force of C4 or an actual live grenade. The Kinetic Energy can also be channeled into objects to make it, virtually, a ticking time-bomb or an instant bomb. When items are charged with Kinetic Energy, it is evident by a purple glow.

The limitations to this is rather obvious and normal. The energy will diminish after constant, 24/7 use, and will have to be recharged with food or drink - which is why Keith stuffs his face with Doritos and Sprite almost constantly. If the Kinetic Energy is overfilling his body, Keith can accidentally explode - it won't harm him, but it can harm anyone around him - whether it be ally or enemy, so Keith has to do things to bite away at the corners of his energy - be it exploding dice, or using it around himself in numerous other ways - which can sort of give away his 'X-Genes' secrecy. He also has to have actual physical contact with things to charge them with Kinetic Energy.

View on Mutants
Since he is a mutant, Keith's pretty much like 'Fuck the racists'. However, since he's a bit too chilled to really care about it, he doesn't care much about mutant rights or whatever. He does hate the annoying pricks that thinks they're so high-and-mighty when compared to a mutant, and so he goes out of his way to be rebellious.

Personality
Keith is probably one of the chilliest guys you'd ever see on this earth. His eyes are constantly half-lidded and laidback, and the boy seems to take everything in stride, already adapting to this whole x-gene thing. He has the tendency to say 'dude' a lot, and vehemently dissuades any observations of him being constantly high. He's a relatively kind guy as long as he likes you, and, along with dude, any variation of 'motherfuckin' is enjoyable to utter. Despite everything pointing to the fact that Keith is just an extremely laidback and cool man, he often goes on 'nightly pillages' where he, basically, purged the city from criminals by beating their asses. It's not because he hates crime; it's just to practice and flex his powers, and criminals and crooks are the easiest targets to take out without the feds getting on your ass.
Keith tends to be the fan of the 'fist-bump', and although he's passive unless bothered, you wouldn't want to make him mad or angry - which is relatively hard in it's own right. He'll blow your head off with an energy blast before sticking grenades down the bloody cavity and blowing your corpse into smithereens. Over-all a really chilled, funny, loyal, and exotic guy that has mood swings like you wouldn't believe. Seems to be developing sociopathic tendencies due to this 'superpowers' thing, but since he's so chilled and calm, you won't even know it. It shows because of how brutal and graphic his way of fighting is - and because he doesn't hesitate with anything - even if it's something morally wrong.

History
Keith's life isn't anything terribly tragic or interesting. He lived in a rather shitty apartment somewhere in the city, with no one else but himself, sadly. His mother died during birth, and his father was killed on the front lines. He was originally in an orphanage, before he was anonymously emancipated, and started receiving a daily stipend from the government. Due to this, he was able to afford his apartment, along with a better education, and eventually, college, where he plays quite a bit of sports. When he noticed his mutation, at the age of 18, it was when he was arm-wrestling some jock prick and he sort of...slammed the dude's hand through the table...a steel table. He was always physically more capable than his other classmates, but that was sort of odd. Thankfully no one looked too far into it - the guy had to go to the hospital, and his arm was completely shredded and broken, but it was all blamed on faulty furniture. For a full year, Keith has been training his power in secret, and sharpening the powers on the numerous scum that dots the city.

Other
Keith loves the feeling of running and jetting across buildings at night, since it makes him feel like some sort of uber ninja God or some shit. His favorite snacks are Doritos and soda. Lots of soda..


Name
Keith Hatcher

Age
Nineteen. (19)

Also Known As
Chaos - Although the people that knows him by this are most-likely dead.

Appearance
Keith is a tall, lean, and muscular young man that sports the build most would see in athletes. He has constantly half-lidded purple eyes that seems too relaxed and observatory for someone with his appearance and powers. His hair is weird - basically a giant mess of wavy, feathery black hair that goes in between his eyes, over his ears, and around his head in a sort of bird's nest-like thing; he obviously doesn't use a comb or brush, but, for some reason, the hairstyle looks endearing on him. He usually keeps on a purple and white hoodie, dark black jeans, and comfortable sneakers, while his black backpack is strung over his shoulders - he likes keeping on his small backpack for some reason.

Abilities
Keith, or Chaos as his alias dictates, has the ability to manipulate and use the Kinetic Energy stored inside of his body. Thismeans that he can use the energy to make his physical attacks immensely more powerful - which is used whenever fatal blows are necessary, considering Keith's regular attributes are naturally enhanced due to the chaotic Kinetic Energy that's constantly swirling through his bloodstream. Keith can also channel the energy outside of his body to use in a variety of different ways. The energy itself is usually multicolored, although the common colors are purple, black, and red - usual colors associated with chaotic mythology. He can blast a stream of Kinetic Energy from his feet, to jet himself through the air in a manner reminiscent of flying or floating. Keith can also use the Energy in standard blasts of energy, which will, once impacted with something, simply send them flying with the force of a speeding truck, or even explode on impact with the force of C4 or an actual live grenade. The Kinetic Energy can also be channeled into objects to make it, virtually, a ticking time-bomb or an instant bomb. When items are charged with Kinetic Energy, it is evident by a purple glow.

The limitations to this is rather obvious and normal. The energy will diminish after constant, 24/7 use, and will have to be recharged with food or drink - which is why Keith stuffs his face with Doritos and Sprite almost constantly. If the Kinetic Energy is overfilling his body, Keith can accidentally explode - it won't harm him, but it can harm anyone around him - whether it be ally or enemy, so Keith has to do things to bite away at the corners of his energy - be it exploding dice, or using it around himself in numerous other ways - which can sort of give away his 'X-Genes' secrecy. He also has to have actual physical contact with things to charge them with Kinetic Energy.

View on Mutants
Since he is a mutant, Keith's pretty much like 'Fuck the racists'. However, since he's a bit too chilled to really care about it, he doesn't care much about mutant rights or whatever. He does hate the annoying pricks that thinks they're so high-and-mighty when compared to a mutant, and so he goes out of his way to be rebellious.

Personality
Keith is probably one of the chilliest guys you'd ever see on this earth. His eyes are constantly half-lidded and laidback, and the boy seems to take everything in stride, already adapting to this whole x-gene thing. He has the tendency to say 'dude' a lot, and vehemently dissuades any observations of him being constantly high. He's a relatively kind guy as long as he likes you, and, along with dude, any variation of 'motherfuckin' is enjoyable to utter. Despite everything pointing to the fact that Keith is just an extremely laidback and cool man, he often goes on 'nightly pillages' where he, basically, purged the city from criminals by beating their asses. It's not because he hates crime; it's just to practice and flex his powers, and criminals and crooks are the easiest targets to take out without the feds getting on your ass.
Keith tends to be the fan of the 'fist-bump', and although he's passive unless bothered, you wouldn't want to make him mad or angry - which is relatively hard in it's own right. He'll blow your head off with an energy blast before sticking grenades down the bloody cavity and blowing your corpse into smithereens. Over-all a really chilled, funny, loyal, and exotic guy that has mood swings like you wouldn't believe. Seems to be developing sociopathic tendencies due to this 'superpowers' thing, but since he's so chilled and calm, you won't even know it. It shows because of how brutal and graphic his way of fighting is - and because he doesn't hesitate with anything - even if it's something morally wrong.

History
Keith's life isn't anything terribly tragic or interesting. He lived in a rather shitty apartment somewhere in the city, with no one else but himself, sadly. His mother died during birth, and his father was killed on the front lines. He was originally in an orphanage, before he was anonymously emancipated, and started receiving a daily stipend from the government. Due to this, he was able to afford his apartment, along with a better education, and eventually, college, where he plays quite a bit of sports. When he noticed his mutation, at the age of 18, it was when he was arm-wrestling some jock prick and he sort of...slammed the dude's hand through the table...a steel table. He was always physically more capable than his other classmates, but that was sort of odd. Thankfully no one looked too far into it - the guy had to go to the hospital, and his arm was completely shredded and broken, but it was all blamed on faulty furniture. For a full year, Keith has been training his power in secret, and sharpening the powers on the numerous scum that dots the city.

Other
Keith loves the feeling of running and jetting across buildings at night, since it makes him feel like some sort of uber ninja God or some shit. His favorite snacks are Doritos and soda. Lots of soda..
Hi, I was wondering if I could reserve a character? I'm creating someone who has Kinetic Energy Manipulation - something akin to what Gambit has, although he can also direct the energy into his own body, and in other different variations. His name is Keith, and his alias is 'Chaos'.


Name:
Gamzee Makara

Age:
7.4 Alternian solar sweeps (16 earth years)

Gender:
Male

From:
Homestuck/MSPaintAdventures

Personality:
Though he swears quite a bit, Gamzee is a very good natured and laid back troll. He is without question a supportive friend and will do things and make sacrifices, even stop eating sopor-slime pies and drinking his wicked elixir, Faygo, at the request of a friend. Because of his magnanimous personality, Gamzee will frequently act as an advisor or even a therapist to his friends, such as if they are experiencing emotional stress, though his usual counseling involves them waiting for a miracle. "Capricious", part of his Trollian username, means impulsive and/or unpredictable, so this may be an indicator of his personality, although most of his actions and conversations have shown him to be more silly and spacey than impulsive. Overall, Gamzee is one of the most chilliest, calmest, and exotic...est troll in the word...space...thing.

Short Bio:
Gamzee Makara is a young, according to humans, troll that has been through quite a bit due to a game one of his friends created. He has fought giant orcs and humans, killed a lot of things, saw a lot of blood, and has been scarred quite a bit. His life would take pages to create, but I've just given you a brief overview.

Skills:
- Despite his personality, Gamzee is very smart and intelligent.

- His instincts are definitely higher than what you would expect.

- Surprisingly skilled when it comes to clubs, juggling, sticks, or anything relating to bashing things.

Other:
Nothing much.
I may end up joining. I usually don't enjoy role-plays where your character can die/where death is a focal point for the RP, seeing as I usually spend a lot of time on my OCs, but since we are not using OCs...you can expect a character soon.

I'll probably use Gamzee Makara, or Dave Strider. I've been hooked on Homestuck recently.
Yo, welcome back.
Devon shuffled slightly, standing up taller on the post and dropping his hand. Home...where was his home? Amongst a bunch of busy body citizens who didn't even have time for anything other than work? Well...there was his mother, and he'd have quite a few Pokémon friends later on. Maybe it could actually feel like home..."Uphold that duty. Show that duty's who's boss. Dominate that shit." He grinned, crossing his arms and glancing at the entrance of the lab.

"I'm hoping for a cool Pokémon, so that I can head out and dominate some noobs myself." Devon glanced up at the sun, before looking down at his watch. "Should be interesting."
"Ugh..."

Devon groaned, slowly raising his face from the mass of quilt sheets and fabrics that covered his body in it's overwhelming embrace. Cloudy blue eyes glanced around drowsily from beneath messy locks of platinum blonde hair, before the smooth face underneath it smirked slightly in triumph. He remembered where he was - especially so, considering the overbearing smell of pine that was currently being released from the rectum of his room. He was in a homely brown, oak-wood hotel, complete with a double king-sized bed, a small TV, and a small bathroom. Devon glanced around once more, his blue eyes now half-lidded and alert. He remembered everything now that his brain was refreshed with the oxygen of life. He was at Pallet Inn, the biggest inn/tavern in Pallet Town. He had been dropped off by Staraptor a few days ago, and so far, everything was cool.

"Shit...I'm late." Devon kicked off the blankets that was covering his body, quickly sliding out of bed and falling, rather uncool-like, on his butt. With a snort he leaped onto his feet, throwing the rest of the blankets lazily on the bed. The teen glanced at his alarm clock. "Oh man...when was I supposed to be at the lab?" Now feeling a tad panicked, but keeping his 'cool' persona running, Devon ran towards his closet, kicking open the door and throwing on some regular clothes. A long-sleeved white and red shirt, slim dark red jeans, and black and red converse. His awesome black shades were thrown on next, and the boy glared into the mirror, giving his reflection a 'thumbs-up'. "Looking badass. Totally gonna spin some phat stacks when I get back on the road." Although his voice was it's usual calm, apathetic drawl, the slight smirk on his face gave way to his real emotions, seeing as his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. Devon grabbed his pre-packed backpack, filled with a small, compact disk of clothing identical to the ones he was wearing now, along with a few Poke-Balls, a few bottles of water, two lighters, a small sleeping bag, and some epic bags of Doritos. Devon grabbed the curved, sheathed knife - self defense, and he had a license for it. He sheathed it on his belt, before grabbing the Poke-Balls and magnetizing them to his belt as well. His bag now zipped, Devon gave his reflection another smirk before jogging out of the door.
Devon leaned against a street post right outside of Oak's lab, his eyes glancing boredly down at his red Pokenav. He wasn't late - early, actually, and his freak out this morning wasn't even needed. At the sound of footsteps, the platinum-haired teen glanced up casually, his eyes hidden behind his pitch black sunglasses. It was a girl, glaring around as if she was a pirate. Role-play, perhaps? It didn't matter. That was cool.

"Yo captain, name's Devon." He smirked, waving his hand back in a lazy salute, his blue eyes twinkling from beneath his shades.
Nice post. I can probably get mine up tonight, actually.
Argh, I have two character ideas - the one I've already posted, and another I've written a while ago. Depending on how the other characters are, I'll either keep Keith, or switch him out for Devon Steel.

Edit: Went with Devon Steel.
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