Post by Syvan James LaMonte on May 5, 2008 22:46:23 GMT -5
Name: Syvan James LaMonte
Nicknames:Sy, Monty,
Code Name: Shadowstalker
Age: 15
Gender: leetul boy
Powers/Special Abilities: Syvan has three distinctive, typically defensive abilities. He has an uncanny way of slipping into shadows and making himself near invisible. Sy also can create a moderately strong force field around himself or around others. Typically, it is weaker around others, but gives them a sense of claustrophobia and causes them to panic. A third ability Syvan has is the ability to see near perfectly in the night. This has got him out of a few rough spots in his time.
Appearance: Syvan is five feet, six inches with a thin build. He weighs 117lbs but can lift almost twice his weight. He usually wears tight black long sleeve shirts and black Wranglers. He has a light tan and orange-brown hair that covers his face. He wears a frosty ivory cross around his neck and has a white R tattooed on his inner forearm.
Personality: Syvan is a calm kid with rare temper outbursts, but when his temper breaks, his force field ability takes him over until he is calmed. He is charming and witty, usually the center of attention, which he hates. Sy likes to be isolated and usually tries to stay away from people
Hobbies: Syvan likes to hunt in his spare time, using only but a small 1 foot blade, but relying on his advanced stealth abilities to hunt. He also enjoys rollerblading, but only when the weather is hotter than 60 degrees.
Weapons/Equipment/Skills: Syvan only carries a small hunting blade. Its handle is pure ivory, as his cross, and the blade is solid silver. He obtained it from his father, who died when Sy was 7.
History: Monty was born to James and Selna LaMonte, just outside of New York City. The LaMonte family was small, and known by few, but seemed to like it that way. They always liked being away from the city, but soon moved into it despite that. When Syvan was six, he entered a small school near the edge of NYC. His dad was a weaponsmith and his mother a seamstress. Syvan learned to make clothes from animal skins and weapons out of materials like ivory, silver, and iron.
Syvan's parents also liked to hunt, and trained him to do so at a young age. He was almost a natural at it, but had issues with hiding before attacking. His parents told him that would change with time.
Syvan aged to 12, when he noticed changes in his temper and other stuff. He usually isolated himself and would sit in his room with the lights off. He always thought he felt something, but was never sure. He would question his parents about it but never got a direct answer as to why it happened and what it was.
At 14, his parents died while hunting one night, which they left Syvan home alone. After the funeral, Syvan vowed to determine who or what had killed his parents. He found his mother's ivory cross, which his father had made on their wedding day. Syvan strung it around his neck and found his father's hunting blade. It was ivory-handled with a foot-long silver blade protruding from it. He taught himself that the feelings he had when he was in the dark were actually him blending in the shadows, and taught himself to create a slight force field around himself, using his mind. This gave him a massive headache when he first did it, but he managed to subdue it to a slight tingling.
He quit school at fifteen and began living on his own, in the house he lived in since he was six. He further advanced his still slightly weak powers and taught himself to hunt even better. Still living on his own, he learned how to fend for himself and became very independent, doing everything he needed to survive. (bleh. horrible, i know)
Role Playing Sample: The night was dark, but Sy saw everything clearly, almost as if it were day. He walked along the edge of the lake, watching the water reflect light almost invisible to anyone else. He wondered what it would be like to not be able to see at night. The thought almost scared him. Maybe it would be like I was trapped in some sort of void. He mused, Like, the world is dark and empty… Dark and empty, that was exactly how he felt when his parents died. He heard a twig snap behind him and glanced back. Two people were following him. They were tall and husky. The first word that came to Syvan’s mind was Kidnappers. He looked forward again, walking a little faster. He could lose these guys easily. He noted a few large trees, casting large shadows across the open field by the lake. He darted over to one and stood against it, almost feeling himself melting, blending in with the shadow cast by the large oak. To be safe, he cast a slight force field around himself and the tree. Perfect. The people strolled up to the tree, one scratching his head stupidly. I thought he was right here, he said. He must have run off. Search the area. Fresh meat like this aint getting’ away from me. No sir. Said the other. They walked off, and Syvan, keeping to the shadows, sprinted back to his home, grabbed his hunting blade, and set out the door. Me? Fresh meat? Oh they don’t know how wrong they are He thought, heading back to the tree to wait for the two men.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral: Neutral
Other: I EETED A BUTTUR!!
better?
Nicknames:Sy, Monty,
Code Name: Shadowstalker
Age: 15
Gender: leetul boy
Powers/Special Abilities: Syvan has three distinctive, typically defensive abilities. He has an uncanny way of slipping into shadows and making himself near invisible. Sy also can create a moderately strong force field around himself or around others. Typically, it is weaker around others, but gives them a sense of claustrophobia and causes them to panic. A third ability Syvan has is the ability to see near perfectly in the night. This has got him out of a few rough spots in his time.
Appearance: Syvan is five feet, six inches with a thin build. He weighs 117lbs but can lift almost twice his weight. He usually wears tight black long sleeve shirts and black Wranglers. He has a light tan and orange-brown hair that covers his face. He wears a frosty ivory cross around his neck and has a white R tattooed on his inner forearm.
Personality: Syvan is a calm kid with rare temper outbursts, but when his temper breaks, his force field ability takes him over until he is calmed. He is charming and witty, usually the center of attention, which he hates. Sy likes to be isolated and usually tries to stay away from people
Hobbies: Syvan likes to hunt in his spare time, using only but a small 1 foot blade, but relying on his advanced stealth abilities to hunt. He also enjoys rollerblading, but only when the weather is hotter than 60 degrees.
Weapons/Equipment/Skills: Syvan only carries a small hunting blade. Its handle is pure ivory, as his cross, and the blade is solid silver. He obtained it from his father, who died when Sy was 7.
History: Monty was born to James and Selna LaMonte, just outside of New York City. The LaMonte family was small, and known by few, but seemed to like it that way. They always liked being away from the city, but soon moved into it despite that. When Syvan was six, he entered a small school near the edge of NYC. His dad was a weaponsmith and his mother a seamstress. Syvan learned to make clothes from animal skins and weapons out of materials like ivory, silver, and iron.
Syvan's parents also liked to hunt, and trained him to do so at a young age. He was almost a natural at it, but had issues with hiding before attacking. His parents told him that would change with time.
Syvan aged to 12, when he noticed changes in his temper and other stuff. He usually isolated himself and would sit in his room with the lights off. He always thought he felt something, but was never sure. He would question his parents about it but never got a direct answer as to why it happened and what it was.
At 14, his parents died while hunting one night, which they left Syvan home alone. After the funeral, Syvan vowed to determine who or what had killed his parents. He found his mother's ivory cross, which his father had made on their wedding day. Syvan strung it around his neck and found his father's hunting blade. It was ivory-handled with a foot-long silver blade protruding from it. He taught himself that the feelings he had when he was in the dark were actually him blending in the shadows, and taught himself to create a slight force field around himself, using his mind. This gave him a massive headache when he first did it, but he managed to subdue it to a slight tingling.
He quit school at fifteen and began living on his own, in the house he lived in since he was six. He further advanced his still slightly weak powers and taught himself to hunt even better. Still living on his own, he learned how to fend for himself and became very independent, doing everything he needed to survive. (bleh. horrible, i know)
Role Playing Sample: The night was dark, but Sy saw everything clearly, almost as if it were day. He walked along the edge of the lake, watching the water reflect light almost invisible to anyone else. He wondered what it would be like to not be able to see at night. The thought almost scared him. Maybe it would be like I was trapped in some sort of void. He mused, Like, the world is dark and empty… Dark and empty, that was exactly how he felt when his parents died. He heard a twig snap behind him and glanced back. Two people were following him. They were tall and husky. The first word that came to Syvan’s mind was Kidnappers. He looked forward again, walking a little faster. He could lose these guys easily. He noted a few large trees, casting large shadows across the open field by the lake. He darted over to one and stood against it, almost feeling himself melting, blending in with the shadow cast by the large oak. To be safe, he cast a slight force field around himself and the tree. Perfect. The people strolled up to the tree, one scratching his head stupidly. I thought he was right here, he said. He must have run off. Search the area. Fresh meat like this aint getting’ away from me. No sir. Said the other. They walked off, and Syvan, keeping to the shadows, sprinted back to his home, grabbed his hunting blade, and set out the door. Me? Fresh meat? Oh they don’t know how wrong they are He thought, heading back to the tree to wait for the two men.
X-Men; Brotherhood; Neutral: Neutral
Other: I EETED A BUTTUR!!
better?
