Dlayeth's Character Repository

[Dlayeth]

Well, this is where I'm putting/storing my characters. :3

[Dlayeth]

Name:
Lance Hartlage

Nationality:
American

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Alias:
Sylen

Important Items:
None

Appearance:

Super human power:
Telepathy
Psionic Shield: The ability to erect a psychic shield to protect the minds of oneself or others. The use of this shield is pretty much only for himself. It allows him to block out people's thoughts when he doesn't want to hear them. He's learned to shield himself and practiced holding the shield over him to limit himself to the point that it is unconscious.
Intuitive Multilingual: The ability to intuitively understand new languages.
Telepathic Relay/Link: The ability to act as a relay station for a group of minds, allowing said minds to "speak" to one another through the user.

Lance can use his powers to "eavesdrop" on thoughts within his rather large range. His difficulty is in listening to only one target instead of everyone in range. With his powers he can talk in the mind of whoever he wants and can help coordinate groups moving out because he can, in a sense, open up a telepathic link to a group minds so they can talk to each other telepathically. With his telepathy he has an easier time picking up languages. Make no mistakes, while you supposedly can't lie mind to mind, it doesn't prevent misunderstandings.

Weaknesses:
Overuse of his abilities gives him a demon of a headache.
Overextending himself can and will result in loss of consciousness for him.
His powers drain his energy and sap his mental strength.
The more tired he is the more difficult it is to use his ability and his control becomes more tenuous.
Listening to the thoughts of many people is very confusing it can affect his physical reflexes and abilities.

Skills:
He has no particular skills outside of his telepathy. One might expect that he would be skilled at communication, but that is not the case.

Bio:
It all started with the voices.

His power showed itself when he was five and it only grew stronger. He didn't know how to control it and found himself hearing thoughts without wanting to. At first he thought it was normal. When he started telling people he was hearing voices in his head he learned differently. He was thought to be schizophrenic. When he started telling people what the voices told him, they were shocked. They began to get suspicious and that was when he began to realize he was hearing their thoughts. He withdrew himself from people in an effort to avoid their thoughts.

He could hear the shift when people became certain of what he was. He knew when their fear turned to hate. He was bullied by children. He was looked upon with loathing and contempt by adults. His parents were horrified, but not at the way he was treated. How could they have given birth to such a monster? Was he demon possessed? Sick? Could he be cured? He was plagued with thoughts. They tried everything, but murder before they gave up. His father became an alcoholic and tried to beat it out of him when he was drunk. His mother coped by pretending she never had a son. Finally they couldn't take it anymore. They decided they would lock him up and have the government take him off their hands.

He knew what they knew so he fled. There was no way he was letting himself be taken away by strangers. He didn't trust them. He didn't trust anyone. They government and the doctors and the scientists were coming for him. They were all coming for him. Somewhere in his mind he seemed to realize he was mad. He wasn't going to let them lock him up. He wasn't going to be a lab rat for strangers who didn't know or care about him and only saw him as a tool. He'd had enough of the pain and the hate.

He disappeared in the middle of the night.
No one searched for him.
Perhaps they were relieved.

He felt like he was being shattered by the weight of so many minds pressing in on his. Their thoughts were tearing him apart. In desperation he somehow managed to muffle the echoing voices in his head to a dull roar. It was the only way he held onto his fraying sanity. He lived on the city streets for years. He went dumpster diving for food behind restaurants. He hoarded all the spare change he could find on the streets. His clothing and some of the food and shelter he had came from charities in the city. He was fortunate he was never a victim of bum-bashing.

The city that hunted him and hated him was what kept him alive. Without the city, without its people, he could not survive. He could never leave the city.

Room Picture:

[Dlayeth]

Name:
Cody Redick

Age:
21

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Weapon: knife

Skills/Abilities: He's had no training in combat, martial arts, self defense, or anything like that.

Bio:
Somehow, when the vampires came, they missed him. He survived purely because of luck and paranoia. He never imagined vampires existed or that they would try to take over the world. However, he was always deeply suspicious of authority, the government, and corporations. As a result he always saved and prepared money. He didn't have credit cards or a bank account so money would be available if he needed it immediately.

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