Post by Cam Alberchari on Mar 8, 2009 18:38:27 GMT -5
experiment
OOC
Name: Zero
Years Of Role Playing: Five
How You Found Us: Um... does google count?
Sample Role Play With Your Character:
It was morning. Cam took a look at his inexpensive alarm clock and tinkered with the winding key on its back. What a joke. With the money from the last job, Cam should have bought something that actually worked. He tossed the clock behind him, anticipating the dinging clash of wall and steel. Instead, the clock bounced on the springy bed. Cam sighed as he picked up the clock and leaped from the bed. Wait a sec... Cam thought to himself as he paused and looked at his feet. The disconcerting feeling of being short again was lost on Cam, but he still hated shifting at night.It most likely a single dream that triggered the change, but Cam never remembered his dreams. He had almost eternity to dream.
Cam quickly shifted into the form a fourteen-year-old boy with smooth pale skin, his actual form, just to brush his teeth and eat breakfast. He would keep that form if he got left the building, where there was no need to keep the slim form of a fourteen-year-old orphan. He ate some Cheerios, not bothering to extract some form of taste from the stale oats. He probably should not have hoarded his money away, but Cam had a feeling that he'd need the stash someday. Cam opened the fridge to find out that he'd run out of milk. GREAT. It wasn't like he'd need it or anything, but still, keeping a fresh set of supplies was one of the survival skills he'd been taught.
As he exited the apartment, he stopped and made sure that he was in the right form. Satisfied that he looked young enough to walk around without much more than a glance. As Cam took to the streets, he noticed that there were ten more cigarette butts in the cigarette tray on top of the trashcan he passed by every morning to reach the post office. This caught Cam's attention because normally only five butts stuck out of the ash tray at eight in the morning. His eyes quickly took note of suspicious movements behind him. Three burly men, each one with a cigarette stuck between his teeth. This at least explained the extra butts. Two seemed to have fresh smokesticks, while the third spat what remained of his on the sidewalk. Cam made a right turn, into an old alley. He recognized them alright- they were kidnappers that had been jailed twice, thanks to his intervention. Cam was almost disappointed to see them once more.
Unfortunately, they didn't about his abilities. That was the way Cam liked it. The alley was secluded and the guys smiled, cracking their knuckles. Cam stopped by the wall, hands in his pockets. He turned to face them.
"Whatup brat?" Burly number 1 asked. The one with the corn rose. Cam called him Shirley.
"Been a while, don't 'cha think?" asked Betty, the stocky one that looked 40, bald, and stupid.
"Garrr.." Lenny gnashed his teeth.
"Hi guys." That was all Cam replied with. He always felt that these guys weren't worth talking to. They attempted to accost him, Betty running, fist raised, Lenny standing back, ready to intercept Cam if he escaped. Cam smiled as the first guy charged. He could hide his first strike easily, and take out the first baddy with a flourish. He didn't want to really show off first thing into the fight though. He instead popped a marble out of his pocket, a glass one that rolled easily on the pavement. He knew exactly what pressure and angle he needed in order to make Betty slip and crash on the hard pavement.
Betty slipped and landed on his round buttocks, as Shirley charged at the boy. Cam easily dodged, forcing Shirley's fist to crumble against the wall. Shirley recoiled, predictably sucking at his bloody knuckles. Cam nearly got hit as Lenny threw a trashcan lid at him, angry at his friends' pain. The lid, thrown like a frisbee flattened against the wall.
Cam felt the "fight" had gone long enough. All the other players had only hurt themselves in the entirety of the hour. Cam began to walk away as Lenny tried to extract sharp shards of glass from his foot. Cam was able to count 23 pieces sticking in and out of his sole as he walked by. Betty had a battered and bruised head, the result of Shirley's desperate attempt to hit Cam with a chair. Shirley was wrapping his sweatshirt around his forehead, ineffectively blocking the stream of blood that flowed down his face. Cam walked away without a smile of satisfaction. There was no satisfaction in taking down goons like the who-who brigade.
Lucky for him, an assignment was waiting at FedEx.
Your Character
Back To Basics . . .
Full Name: Cam Abercheri
Nickname: Cam
Age: 14 (but he looks 11 most of the time- he gets around easier)
Gender:male
Nationality: Has some Aryan roots from India, hence the hair, but his skin is very clearly from a European nation, most likely Lithuania. The geneticist thought this would make him look a lot like him, but he was forced to stop for higher interests.
The Beginning . . .
Date Created: March 3rd, 1994
Created By: David Cole (Ph.D)
Created For: Hunting, and capture of fellow
Species Modification: 2% Chameleon, with a 0.5% of two-tailed lizard
Extra Powers: He can regrow entire limbs in a night, and he can shift his form into any animate object that he can see. He can also do this from memory, but the transformation takes more time to form.
Allegiance: Whoever's got the info, the gadgets, and, most importantly, the money.
On The Outside…
Height: 4 feet
Weight: 87
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Raven black
Skin Tone: Deathly pale
Overall Appearance: Cam looks like a young orphan more than anything else. He barely ever smiles, unless in a hunt, and his eyes are always looking nervously this way and that. He does, however, have a well built body, and, taking advantage of his young form, is extremely agile. His eyes has snake-like slits which he usually hides with either a quick transformation, a talent he'd grown used to after years of training.
While he often feels cool, his flesh is actually warmer than most humans, and in some cases, recombinants.He can alter almost any aspect of his physique at will. Parts that can be altered mostly deal with muscles, which can lead to quick back and forth transformations in between punches. While has no set figure, he is normally a dark haired small child, with a very evil grin.
Clothing Style: Cam wears whatever he finds. At the age of 14, he generally doesn't give a care in the world about the clothing he wears, unless it induces fear in his opponents, a feeling he'd learned to take advantage of. He generally sticks to black. He wears a single locket on his chest, but the item is dented and couldn't opened unless one really forced it. He sometimes wears black sunglasses as to not waste time with annoying transformations.
Other: He has a birthmark on his left foot that's always there, no matter how often transforms.
Celebrity: Hero Fiennes-Tiffin (lol. His name's Hero, and he's the villain. Or, his uncle is anyways)
Picture:
On The Inside…
Likes:
-Pizza
-Long nights on the town
-Coming home to a clean apartment
-Confusing people with confusing transformation (once, he took on the face of Barack Obama. He had a wild time with that.)
-Receiving letters from the mail from past acquaintances (mostly hate mail, but he always gets a chuckle from reading it aloud, mimicking their voices. Gives him practice in transforming his vocal chords too.)
Dislikes:
-Starving
-Transforming to his actual self (just an older version of the celebrity claim)
-Playing Video Games (too many things change to fast)
-Forced to do anything.
-Singing/Dancing
-Excessive gore.
-Anyone who takes advantage of anyone else "Just Because."
-Not being paid
-(REALLY DISLIKES) Being lied to
Goals:Goals? Um... ok then...
-To survive
-To see the world.
Fears:
-Death
-Drowning (he doesn't hate water- he just never figured how to make gills work.)
Quirks
-Has a tendency to cause pointless pain and drama.
-He really likes keeping clean. DO NOT screw with his stuff.
Habits:
-He twirls anything pencil-shaped in his fingers when thinking.
Bad Habits:
-Nibbles on nails when nervous
-Never knows when to stop.
-Has the tendency to forget his own limits, and keeps pushing to get the job done.
General Personality: Cam is a child much like any other. Only, he can throw emotions out the window on a second's impulse. Never much of a leader, he has the tendency to work alone, though he sometimes feels lonely in his apartment. He is known to have a kind side, but around recombs, he tends to be stony hearted. He does not feel any real connection with the rest of the community of recombinants, normally saving alliances to the richer movements of society.
His loneliness issues lead to a sense of longing whenever he sees slight hints at romance. He's not a romantic, but that doesn't mean that he never thinks about hooking up with a girl. He understands the nature of beauty, but for everything beautiful, there's something ugly. Cam is a dark, brooding figure in his actual form, which he usually reserves, but he can act as good as any other recombinant. He'll just never sing.
Where You Come From
family members:
Surrogate Cousins: The Florida crocodiles.
Father (by default): A geneticist by the name of David Cole.
Pets: None. He'd probably eat a puppy after a weak of messy accidents.
One Good Memory: Cam's best memory was the definitely the first time he tracked down and captured a recombinant. It was good because, despite the pitiful look the Winged-kid gave him, he was praised by nearly all of the Scientists he worked with.
One Bad Memory: Once, a group of Angel-kids (as the newspapers called them) trashed his place. It was a miserable night, and he was later trashed by the same group. He later remedied the situation by catching them all in a trap which included a trash compactor. He received hell for it, but the look on the leaders face when he was close to dying was SO worth it.
Brief History:
Child: Cam was always raised to hunt, and survive. He wasn't designed to be studied, but designed to track down and capture. He was born on a beautiful sunny day in the Sunshine state, Florida. The Florida I-tex branch was the ideal location for the Reptilian Recombinations unit, since they were right next door to their surrogate cousins, the Florida Crocodiles. Cam was practically fathered by a young geneticist, who created the kid to look almost exactly like him. David Cole was a good teacher, young, charismatic and playful in his daily work. David taught Cam practical things, like hacking company computers, and how to spike a drink with sleeping powder. He taught Cam a whole list of useful skills, surprised by the child's quick grasp of, well, life.
The day came when Cam was ordered to capture an escapee- a kid based off the basilisk lizard, a speedy runner whose bare feet could carry them lightly over water. Cam jumped on the challenge, and tackled it headlong. Literally. The scientists had dragged the reptilian recombinant while talking David over the line "Looks like we finally have a success."
In the following months, Cam was sent to a location closer to the majority of the cases he'd be receiving.
Teenager: Cam lives a meager existence in Oregon. He was placed in a tidy little apartment, but was forced to go to school. School, thus far, has sucked, because he was an eleven year old in a middle school class that was still too easy for him. He skips occasionally when work calls, but he sticks it out at the school anyways.
Note on bio: Sorry! I decided to just copy and paste. Seeing as I was just accepted on the other site, I figured there would be similar forms.
