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Dec 28, 2019 0:12:36 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Dante Nicholas Schuyler
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Date of Birth: 10/27/1995
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Mendocino, California
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: European
Appearance
Hair color and style: Naturally brown, usually dyed black, medium length
Skin Tone: Slightly Tan
Eye Color: Gray
Height: 5’5
Build: Lean
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Has sleeves, pierced ears
Other features: He’s a regular smoker
Everyday clothing style: Prefers sleeveless shirts and torn jeans, but knows when to wear sleeves and a jacket.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: None
Miscellaneous clothing: Wears a pair of black tennis shoes no matter what
Character
Personality: Dante is very big on family, and believes that the bonds of blood-ties are nigh unbreakable. He’d do anything for his brothers and his sister, usually without question, and he’s proven time and time again that he’s willing to fight for them. Despite being the smallest of the three boys, he’s always been the feistiest, scrappiest of the three, also proving time and time again that he’s got the shortest fuse.
While family means the world to him, he’s not too big on other people. He’s seen the bad side of humanity more often than not, and has grown to believe that it’s him against the world. He’s not very trusting, and as such tends to keep people at arms’ reach. If there’s something to gain from someone, he’ll let them a little closer. When meeting someone, he initially doesn’t like them until given a reason otherwise. He can be manipulative, though usually after some sort of instant gratification, because he’s not patient enough to play the long game.
He’s hard to get close to, but once you’re in, you’ve got a friend for life. Or at least until you break his trust, in which case, gods be with you. He looks out for his own, and honestly, no one else.
Short-tempered, Dante’s patience often reaches its limits, and can result in violent outbursts. More often than not, he’ll punch a wall or throw something instead of hitting someone, but it could easily escalate to that. Though he still has enough respect to not hit a woman or a child.
A rebel at heart, Dante’s never really been one for rules or the way things are supposed to be done. As long as he does what needs to be done, he doesn’t believe in questioning his methods. After all, you can’t argue with results.
Hobbies/ Interests: Art, MMA, Music
Job or part time job and description: Tattoo artist, looking for work, doing odd jobs in the meantime
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He has an aversion to fire, he fears losing the ones he loves, and he hates not being in control of certain situations(ie, the divorce). He wonders if he can ever trust anyone again.
Special talents: Art, tattoos, can play guitar
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Chaotic Neutral; Dante does what he feels to do at the moment, putting himself and his family above all else. While most people are looking for their purpose, or some greater calling, Dante’s just trying to etch an existence.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Smoke Inhalation: Dante can breathe smoke without any problems or repercussions.
Smoke Manipulation: Dante can expel any smoke that is stored in his lungs through his mouth or nose, and manipulate its color(to an extent), density, and even its shape and movement.
Strengths: Smoke inhalation can’t hurt him. Being able to exhale it adds an intimidation factor.
He can use his powers to mentally shape smoke, spiraling it, making rings or other semi-basic shapes such as hearts. He can create smoke screens, clouds, or even streams of smoke, ranging in color from white to black.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Dante can only manipulate smoke after inhaling then expelling it. Every night, when he enters REM sleep, any smoke still stored in his body is expelled through his lungs, rises, and eventually dissipates.
His control over his smoke is limited based on distance. Up to three feet away, he has very tight control, able to make it spiral, change shape, and move with expert precision. From three to six feet he’s able to make it spread wider, and can still change its shape, but with less precision and pinpoint accuracy. From six to nine, it becomes even less precise, and after nine feet, physics takes over.
If he were to expel all of the smoke in his lungs at once, it’d be enough to obscure 72 cubic feet. To keep his smoke supply replenished, Dante smokes frequently.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Good Speed and reflexes, decently flexible, average stamina, and strong for his size(though given his size isn’t very strong).
Fighting Style: No formal training, his strategy is to use his speed to hit fast and hit hard, and anything goes.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: He hits fast and hard, and can be unpredictable
Cons: He’s easily overpowered, and has no training
History Of Your Character
Dante is the youngest of three boys born to Pamela and Robert Schuyler. When he was little, his father, a police officer, was killed in action; too little to remember much about life before moving back to Mendocino. He doesn’t remember much about life before Gina became a part of it, either, except that before her, he was the baby.
Despite being the smallest of his brothers, Dante was always the most protective, and the most temperamental. He was quick to come to his sister’s aid when she was bullied—which was often and as such he tended to find himself in trouble. School was never really Dante’s forte anyway; he never enjoyed reading, or science or math. He got more out of art and music classes, and of course gym. Despite being small, he was quite athletic, and as such he enjoyed anything allowing him to show off his speed and athleticism.
After school—which he passed by the skin of his teeth—he took up apprenticeship at a tattoo shop in a city a few hours from his hometown, which meant moving out. While there, he met the shop-owner’s daughter, and they soon married. But it wasn’t happily ever after. She soon showed her true colors, lying, cheating, manipulating, and even abusing Dante. So, they separated, and his estranged wife made his life a living hell by twisting the truth, turning everyone he had a connection with against him, especially her father. He lost his job at the shop, and ended up moving a little bit closer to home, but really just close enough to visit home every now and then.
He’d gotten a small house with a roommate not long after, and was working odd jobs to get back on his feet. One night, the house caught fire, and though no one was seriously hurt, they discovered an ungodly amount of smoke on his lungs, and by all logic, he should have been dead. His body later expelled this smoke, and over time he learned that smoke inhalation couldn’t harm him, and that he could even manipulate it to his whims. He took up smoking, to keep a supply of smoke in his system, as he was growing more dependent on his mutation.
When his divorce finally came through, Dante was left without a prayer, but he did get manage to talk his ex into letting him keep the dog, Duke. Taking what was left of his savings, and Duke, he moved to New York, where he’d gotten a job in a tattoo shop, but was forced to take up a few odd jobs to make ends meet while he built clientele.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Fishy
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Jay Fisher, Blaine Sinclaire, Skye Sinclaire
Sample RP:
Dante walked down the sidewalk, the faint glow of his cigarette overshadowed by the street lights of the city night life. He’d been in town a few weeks by now, and he was still getting used to it. He was completely unpacked, but that was easy when you didn’t have much to your name: tattoo equipment, and acoustic guitar, clothes, and of course the bulldog/lab/whatever else he was. In the hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette, was a leash, and on the end of that leash, was Duke, his black fur thick enough to keep him warm in the stiff breeze. They made a fitting pair as they walked down the street; life had handed them a basket of rotten lemons, but at the same time, allowed them to have each other.
The young man exhaled a puff of smoke, which streamed out of his mouth before he took a deep breath through his nose and sucked it back in. It would have been an odd sight, if anyone had cared to see it; but since it was ten at night in New York, no one really cared, did they? Turning down a side street, he reached his apartment complex and opened the door. It wasn’t much; small, one bedroom, but enough for the two of them. It was barely furnished, and what furniture he had, he’d bought used from a thrift store. He unhooked the leash, hanging it beside the door, as the large black dog went to lay down in the corner, tail wagging peacefully. Stripping down and just letting his clothes fall where they landed, Dante crawled in bed and pulled out his phone.
‘Hey sis. I’m going to be in town for awhile; we should get together some time.’
Setting his phone on the night stand, he rolled over in bed and closed his eyes. He’d been through hard times, but he wasn’t alone. He had Duke, and this could be a good chance to reunite with his family.
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