Individual

Character's full name: Gulliver Bias
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Gully
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Date of Birth: (27/3/2003)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born in Kingston town Jamaica but raised in Broward County California
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Jamaican

Appearance

Hair color and style: Dreaded frohawk with red twists
Skin Tone: brown
Eye Color: brown
Height: 5”10
Build: Skinny fat. Can fit into a medium shirt, but does have a bit of belly.
Visible mutation: Hands glow a faint purplish bluish colour when marking locations with his mutation. He also disappears in a flash of energy of the same colour encompassing his entire body when he teleports.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Has the word “Gully” tattooed on the left side of his jaw and a cross on the upper right side of his right cheek. Also many other miscellaneous tattoos covering his arms and torso.
Other features:

Everyday clothing style: Very f*ckboyish clothing. Slim fitting shirts, hoodies and pants with big brand names plastered all about. Gully is a sucker for “hype beast” brands and likes to show off with his gear.
Uniform:
Sleepwear: boxers
Miscellaneous clothing: Not really clothing but he’s never seen without a cigarette. Whether sitting on his ear, between his fingers or hanging from his mouth, he’s always got one on him. He carries gum and body spray to combat the smell, but that can only go so far.

Character

Personality: Gully is an extroverted young goon who loves the limelight. He likes to be loud in everything he does and surrounds himself with an equally hype and loud group of people. For as young as he is, he’s managed to do well for himself in the streets of Broward and as such he really thinks he’s got life sorted. He has no regard for “old folk” and is just trying to have fun, whether it’s getting drunk, high, fighting or stealing. Great guy at a party, but not someone you want in your “close friend” circle for the most part.
Hobbies/ Interests: Pretty much partying and causing trouble with his friends, but outside of all that he’s real big into cartoons and movies.
Job or part time job and description: Small time drug dealer, burglar and gunner for his gang.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Most afraid of getting old and being alone.
Special talents: No deadeye by any means, but can handle an assortment of firearms. Can also hotwire older cars.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, leaning more towards bad. Not purposely trying to be bad, but his tendency to fall back on his criminal activity for fun and income make him a fundamentally bad person. He doesn’t want to be this huge super villain, but his lack of empathy and regard for consequence allow him to act on a whim at times when he probably shouldn’t. In other words, he won’t shoot an old lady but he’ll definitely snatch her purse.

Mutations

Mutation description:
Gully’s mutation allows him to teleport to locations he’s “marked” with his own unique psionic energy signature. He does this by manifesting this energy around his hand and then placing his hand on an object, person or terrain. This object from that point on, will be marked until Gully teleports to its location or the object is in a place Gully cannot physically fit.

Strengths:
Gully’s marks are undetectable by normal human eyes, but he does give off a small flash of psionic energy when he teleports.

Gully can mark anything so long as he can place his hand on it, but if said object is in a place his body cannot fit (eg. he marks a spoon which is later placed in a drawer) the mark disappears.

The teleportation is near instantaneous and can allow him to travel a max distance of 4 miles.

Weaknesses and Limitations:
Gully’s marks have an effective radius of 4 miles in a circle around its set point. If Gully is outside of this range, the mark becomes unusable, but will remain unless moved to by him or acted on by an outside force.

Gully can only mark three things at a time. If he’s marked three things and is outside the effective range of his marks, his power will become unusable until he either goes within range, or has a mark removed by an outside force (again with the spoon in a drawer example).

Gully’s marks (though he doesn’t know it) are detectable by telepaths and animals with heightened senses and can be removed with relative ease by people with low level telepathic abilities.

Gully can sense whether he’s in range of a mark, and whether the mark is moving or stationary; but if moving he cannot know for sure where it is.

At this point, Gully can only teleport himself and anything he can carry.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Has the approximate strength and speed of a man his age, but puffs out quicker than normal on account of his smoking habit.
Fighting Style: No formal fight training, but can handle an assortment of firearms.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:

History Of Your Character

Gulliver was your typical copy and paste crook trying to stand out in the mean streets of Broward County. In such a rough neighbourhood you had to grow up fast. Brought up in the suburbs but surrounded by poverty and gang influence, Gully naturally gravitated towards a life of crime and was in and out of juvenile detention centres most of his middle school and adolescent years.

By the time he was 16 he was already out of school and kicked out the house. His parents didn’t want him to influence his younger sisters, but they still kept in touch. Gully however was now a member of the Zoe’s Revenge gang, a copycat gang of youngsters like Gully trying to stand out amongst other cliques in Florida. Gully mostly dealt with the distribution side of things, selling drugs to kids from his old school and other randoms in the area. But as the gang started to expand further out from their small hood, things became a lot more dangerous for Gully.

It was hot Wednesday night in South Beach. Gulliver and a gunner named Vic sat outside a 7eleven puffing cigarettes, a Totoro backpack sat slumped at his side. Gully was supposed to meet up with a new buyer from out of town who was apparently big over in New York. Gully didn’t care about all that extra stuff of course, he just wanted his ten percent. As his cigarette was reaching its end, Gully watched as an all-black hummer with tinted windows pulled up to the alley across the street. Two burly looking men exited the vehicle which then sped off.

“Taylor fit bro, boss man say they’d be wearing suits?”

“They are from New York, could be Mafia or triads or some s**t.” Vic responded half jokingly.

“Whatever man watch this.”

Gully tossed the bag over to Vic and made his way across the street. For a split second he thought he saw something flash over the bag, but just as soon as he saw it, it was gone. Vic tossed his ciggy to the pavement.

“The hell Gully got me smoking?”

It was dark, but not dark enough that their silhouettes couldn’t be seen down the alley.

“How much?”

“Boss ain’t told you? High grade fam, 300 an ounce.”

“300!?” the taller man reached for his side.

“Whoa whoa chill cappa. This is Florida's best, all clean bro.” Gully responded, lifting his shirt to reveal an uzi sticking from his jeans. “You want the food or not?”

“I told you this was bulls**t Tony. We drove 16 hours to talk to some f*****g kids?”

“Hey man you better pipe down grandma i don’t like the way you talk.”

*BANG*

Vic shot up to his feet. He saw a quick flash and could only make out two figures in the darkness.

“Gully!” he cried out, the two figures turned to face him.

“Bro…” Vic turned to see Gulliver stood behind him holding the bag, blood dripping from his left shoulder. Sirens rang out as the two men from the alley darted off deeper into the darkness.

“Bro i thought-”, “Me too bruh.”

As the sirens got closer, the two made a run for the safe-house nearby.

Boss was pissed. This was supposed to put Zo’s on the map, but instead they were now on the hit list. Gully was given an ultimatum.

“Listen here Gully. Imma send you over there seeing as you the one who sabotaged this little business arrangement yeah? Either you find a way to fix this with them, or you kill them b***hes. Otherwise, imma put a greenlight on you aight?”


Roleplay
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Sample RP:

New York City.

The movies didn’t do this place justice. It was a mecca of people and smog; everyone here stood out so much that no one did. It was a place where Gully felt truly invisible, yet he knew he was never safe. Gully stared out from his apartment window puffing on a ciggy. His phone rang.

*It started when an alien device did what it d-*

“Who dis?”

“Its Vic. How you like the new crib?”

Gully took a moment to survey the small studio apartment. It was a brick wall, wooden floor, open living kind of place.

“It’s a s**thole.”

“Good to hear; Bossman dropped a bag on it to make sure you felt right at home. But don’t get too comfortable, Boss says he wants you to scope out the area, expect some food on the morrow.”

Gully cringed a tight faced and unimpressed scowl. He sat his cigarette on the edge of the ash tray which was hanging partly off the windowsill.

“He’s trynna have me set up shop by myself?”

“Looks that way.”

“How i’m posed to get around? I ain’t got no wheels!”

“You ain’t got no license.” Vic cackled at the other end.

“f**k you man!” Gully exclaimed frustrated. He was already knee deep in enemy turf and it looked like things were about to get even worse.

“Look bro, you got 20 on you right now and food on the way. Street level s**t not too hard to get rid of. But knowing you that 20’s not gonna last, so regardless of whether or not you can turn a profit i suggest you start laying down some ground work right now bruh.”

He paused for a moment, trying to think things through. On one end, if Gully was caught selling drugs in enemy territory, he’d be killed by the local gangs or police. But if he didn’t do as Boss said, he’d be killed by his ‘friends’.

Gully sighed in response, defeated. He hung up without saying another word and slipped on his bunny slippers and a pink du rag to cover his dusty and unkempt dreads. Heading for the door he stopped himself just as he grabbed the door handle.

“Whoops.”

He turned back into the apartment and briskly made his way to the bedroom. He placed his hand onto the foot of his king bed, Energy flowed from his palm flashing onto the bed sheet in the imprint of his hand.

“I need a freakin car man.”

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