Individual



Character's full name: Romell Davenport

Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Rummy

Gender: Male

Age:25

Date of Birth: 01-08-90

Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Baltimore, Maryland

Nationality:American

Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Haitian descent



Appearance



Hair color and style: Black, short or medium length.

Skin Tone: Red

Eye Color: All black, with white pupils.

Height: 6'1 198 lbs

Build: Athletic

Visible mutation: Red skin, and a pointed prehensile tail. Black nails.

Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Various scars and burns along his body from his encounters.

Other features: 



Everyday clothing style: Usually a tailored suit or some sort of business casual attire.

Uniform: A black suit and a trench coat.



Sleepwear: Boxers

Miscellaneous clothing:



Character



Personality: Beyond being a killer and predator. Rummy can best be described as a free spirited thinker, often times going against the conventional wisdom or rules just because. A strong believer in free will and living life for the purpose of enjoyment. Unless of course your enjoyment, job, or sense of moral direction gets in his way, then there is a problem. While he isn't above working well with others; the end game is always to get what he wants. Rummy's violent nature is usually well contained; get in his way and there will be blood. Selfish? Maybe, but self preservation is the most important thing to any living being.



Hobbies/ Interests: Enjoys preying on the strong, and killing the weak.Using his abilities to torment others.

Job or part time job and description: Sadistic predator, drinker and part time playboy.

Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Losing his abilities, starvation and isolation. Not necessarily in that order.

Special talents:



Morality



Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Chaotic Neutral





Morality is all a sense of perception as most things in this world are. Does the man who steals to feed his family feel morally wrong for doing the right thing by his kin? How about the politician who bribed land developers so he can build a better hospital? Your cause and what you believe sometimes blur the lines of right and wrong to those around you. In this world its not a matter of right and wrong but what you're willing to do and go through for what you believe in and stand for. So I ask...are you willing to die for your cause?



Mutations

Bio-Electric Energy Manipulation



Rummy possesses the ability to drain the bio-electrical essence of others upon physical contact. The living energy he drains allows him the ability to project a field composed of bio electric energy around himself. This "shadow", as he calls is able to emit bio-electric sensory "waves" of various frequencies that can sense and to a certain degree, interact with the nervous system of those around him. Rummy can emit waves of two frequencies. The first causes intense pain and a temporary disruption of a living being's neural-synaptic impulses, causing a loss of autonomic function, paralyzing them. Targets will have all sensory functions intact, but unable to produce speech and movement.





The second "frequency" which can only be activated after the first, it allows Rummy to "jack in" or "hack" the nervous system, giving him "possession" of his target. This gives him the ability to "see through the eyes of others", and command over their motors skills and actions. When Rummy is "jacking in" to the live feed from a target, it gives Rummy constant feed back from those under his influence. This offers a compound or kaleidoscope type view in his head of what he sees and his "puppets" see.



Like any good marionette Rummy uses his hand(s) to control his puppets. Unlike an outer body possession(astral or spiritual) in which the body is left vulnerable and inactive; Rummy is still in control of his own motor skills and functions. Although high activity (such as fighting, exercise) creates to much strain and severs his connection. Rummy's control is practiced, capable of controlling his targets to fight, run, or even sign their own names. Although he can't mimic voices, personality traits or powers.





Bio-energy absorption: Rummy is capable of absorbing the bio-electric impulses of others through physical contact, to strengthen his "shadow" as . While extremely painful to those he is leeching off, death is unlikely.



Strengths:

Has great offensive and defensive capabilities. Can inflict harm onto people without touching them, or even make them harm themselves. As stated above Rummy can sense the bio-electric signals in living-organisms. Capable of controlling any living matter(birds, dogs, etc.)



Weaknesses and Limitations:



Rummy doesn't generate enough energy to use his abilities, thus he must feed. His "shadow" grows weaker requiring Rummy to "feed" it daily and constantly during long battles. Rummy's control is not complete and can be broken if he losses focus or concentration, and ultimately he can only maintain his connections for 1 hour, allowing a five minute idle time before complete control. During this time rummy's connection is unstable allowing for easy breakage if the target is too strong willed (to be discussed OOC with players).


Telepaths are immune to his abilities.


Isolation: Without the presence of another living organism to feed off, Rummy's abilities are useless. His waves can't pass through walls so only those present and in range are affected.

Friendly fire: Rummy can't(or hasn't learned to) differentiate friend from foe. The pulse waves pick up anyone within the area no matter allegiance.

Recharge and timing: Once the pulses are released, Rummy can't use them again for another ten seconds. Meaning if he is already "synced" and a new threat emerges after the pulses have been released; he must release the connection and wait the ten seconds before he can fire another one. Regardless of how much time has past.



Range: Rummy's waves max range roughly a city block (outside), but is limited to the room or space he is in (indoors). His syncing pulse can only be used on one target at a time. Rummy's frequencies are proximity based. The further the target is from Rummy the weaker the connection.


Physical Abilities


General Physical Capabilities: Rummy posses above average strength for a male his build and age. He has been trained in boxing. Talented at knife fighting.


Fighting Style: Often uses two knives with an unorthodox mixture of his boxing training and grappling/wrestling techniques(tail included). Due to him needing physical contact to feed, Rummy is most comfortable in close quarters combat. Using his reach and powerful punches to pummel his opponent and grappling/ wrestling to restrain and use his powers.



Fighting Style Pros/Cons:



Pros- Not completely defenseless, nor completely dependent on his powers. Has gotten pretty good with it over time.

Cons- Can still lose to a more experienced opponent.



History Of Your Character



My childhood was below average at best. I mean my mother was great, don't get me wrong; but besides her there really wasn't nothing to I'd want to remember or discuss....



Oh you insist?



Heh; its "required"?



Okay @$#hole...

My father was a drunk, and my mother was his punching bag. She was kind, beautiful, loving and had an iron chin. Nah, seriously that lady could take a punch. As for my dad, from what I'm told my father was a boxer. A good one too. Until he wrecked his car and broke ummm... whats the bone in your forearm?



Yeah, that one. So anyway my dad would get drunk some nights and things would be cool unless boxing was on or he had a bad day. Which was crap cause he didn't do $hit. At first it was okay, I mean not okay just not at its worst yet. Most days he would be fine and others he wouldn't; the good out weighed the bad though. My mom was a registered nurse so she worked herself like hell to provide for us. And no matter how bad things got she always smiled. Hence the iron chin thing some ice and concealer, and she was good to go. Things would continue like that for a while until I was eight. My mom had got a raise and promotion, which she fully deserved. And had got new clothes a car. You know treated herself; and she wasn't selfish either she got us all new crap. We went on our first vacation, you know did family thing. Hell, she even brought dad a heavy bag for the basement! But my dad just got bitter, and jealous like my moms success did something to him. So things started going downhill after that. The violent outrages became progressively frequent and worse. I was a bit older now but there isn't really much you can do at nine and ten against a grown man; but I did what I could. I couldn't stop him but my interfering at least took some off moms. On the days he wasn't violent to us at least, he would be in the basement beating the hell outta of the bag. The thunderous sound of his punches against the leather would echo through the house. we'd have our moments down there sometimes. You know he would show me somethings; then he'd get mad, learned a lot in those sessions.



At thirteen my world would begin to drastically change. I went from a normal kid with a normal life; to this physically gifted specimen before you. Now, let's see my father would die from severe head trauma first, and my mother would be arrested and charged of murder in the first degree. It's funny because as much as I hate that night I can never forget it. You see,I never told anyone this... but my mother went to prison for me. Long story short me and the old man got into it and I drained him stupid. Well brain dead technically, that was the first sign of my true abilities. My first taste of real power. Not wanting her son to go to "mutie" jail, she whacked him over the head a few times. Personally I believe she was releasing years of tension.



Do you have any water?



*sips*



Thank you. So during and after the trail; of which my mother would be convicted. I was cast into the system. Bouncing from orphanage to foster home and back again, secretly honing my powers on pets and smaller animals. Being a teenager and a mutant kind of kills your chances and eventually I left. Roaming the streets feeding on rats and strays, then I found Ms. Dupree. Tried to feed on her, BIG mistake. She was a wealthy con-artist and a telepath, using her abilities to "push" people into doing ht she wanted. She could sense something special about me, beyond my obvious mutations; and we kinda hit it off. I never told or spoke of my powers to anyone until her. Together we hit marks and robbed, throughout the city. Baltimore city schools are horrible so I had to be home schooled; I was so far behind. She did that for me, and even after I was caught up she still home schooled me. Taught me about my powers, how to use them. That in this world you must take what you want. Hell without her I wouldn't be the man I am today. That witch even adopted me. Heh....

She died a few years back, and after coming into a slight inheritance I left. Been on the road sense.



Other than that I'm young, handsome and wealthy..



What? That's it...



Role play

Where did you learn about this site?: GooGle

Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope

Sample RP:



"Thank you sir." The slender Caucasian man spoke. He had no real outstanding features besides his black framed glasses, and his black suit and tie.To be honest besides his oddly pale skin and his black slicked back hair. He was oddly normal and average. "We will get this processed in just a few moments. Please just wait patiently."



Rummy, looked around the white room, it was empty except for the table and two steel frames chairs. Only one of which was now empty, the other occupied by a strikingly daring and handsome young man. His short black hair was neatly cut along with his goatee; which framed his strong jaw ling perfectly. His blue suit was fitted and tailored his masculine build. If anything his appearance was sharp to say the least.



As the florescent lights hummed and flickered annoyingly in the background. Rummy checked his watch, his foot tapping in anticipation as he waited for the guy to return. By now it had been over fifteen minutes since his "interviewer" left.



'I mean how rude is it to force someone to tell you their life story and leave...' he thought to himself. So he waited, and continued to wait. Then his patience expired.

"Excuse me, can I leave now? Hello?!"

"#uck this..."



Grabbing his coat he made his way to the door.

Welcome Rummy!

We'll have to meet up, IC. It's too good an opportunity to pass up. *grin*

Thanx friends! Hope to see you all around.