Character's real name: Derrick Quell Narrax
Codename/Alias: Domino, Dom for short
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Nationality/Ethnicity: American/ (was)Caucasian (now) African American
Birthplace: Minneapolis, MN
Personality: He was, and still is to a point, a spoiled person. Use to getting and doing what he wants, when he wants. His year spent in the rift world has made him extremely dependant upon his ability, though has not made him more of a loner than he previously was. He’s a fairly nice guy.
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): He doesn’t have much in the way of hobbies, he just does what he feels like doing. Worries rarely are on his mind, and if they are, he thinks of a way for them to go away. His only real fear, is loosing his ability.
Allegiance: Neutral
Everyday clothing: Instead of the common durag, Domino is more old school, preferring a bandana around his head. Normally a simple beater covers his chest, black, white, or grey. He also wears a button-up over shirt left open. Large, relaxed fit jeans, resting comfortably on his hips, though never below. A leather belt with a silver buckle holds his pants in place.
Uniform: Whatever he imagines himself in.
Pajamas: Silk boxers.
Hair color and style: Black, cornrowed, though this can change at any time, literally.
Eye color: Deep Brown, near black.
Height: 6’3”
Build:
Muscular and athletic. His skin gives him the appearance of mixed heritage, somewhat Hispanic and Caucasian.
Scars: Normal scars from life.
Tattoos: Three. On his hands, between the first and second knuckles of his fingers, spell RIFT and VOID (both are in heavy Old English writing), on his left arm looks like a creature ripping it’s way through his flesh into our world.
Piercings: None
Description of ability(ies): Imagination/Reality warping. Nearly anything is possible for him. He can’t effect a large area, nothing like a city. He has been able to give himself flight by imagining wings on his back that can lift him in the air. As well as ‘teleportation’ by imagining himself in a different spot, usually not far away, about a mile at the most. One of his favorite things to do is imagine ‘Crush’, his imaginary friend from child hood, an invisible creature that has no legs, but a large torso and arms with glowing eyes, he can have Crush become fully visible, able to be seen by anything.
Normally these changes are temporary, though he has made permanent changes to his appearance, physical, and mental abilities, he can choose for something to be permanent, though it takes more concentration to make it so. He looks nothing like he did when he was younger.
When he uses his ability to change or create something i.e.: Creating his new identity; it has a ripple effect, creating a new social security number, birth certificate, etc. that he does not need to imagine happening, these effects are always permanent.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): One cannot warp the fabric of reality without something happening. Every so often when Derrick uses his ability, a rift appears in the fabric of reality, linked to the Nether. The rift causes odd things to happen in the world, from trees turning pink, buildings warping in shape, the sky turning purple or igniting into flames in a single area, to things disappearing randomly. The effect is always random and uncontrolled. Whatever the effect is, it only lasts for a period of time.
At times when a rift appears, alien looking creatures flow out from the rift and devour objects in the area of the rift. Unlike other times, whatever is destroyed is not brought back. Domino’s own abilities have no effect on these creatures.
Fighting style (if any): Uses his ability only.
History of your character: Born in the heart of Minneapolis, the better of the Twin Cities, as he believes. Born as Alex Roson DeChant, he was the typical spoiled, sheltered, wealthy kid. He was very much a geek and loner growing up. He didn’t have any friends. Unless one counted Crush. Even at a young age he always had his ‘imaginary friend’ He seemed to talk to it all the time. When something was broken, he would say that Crush did it, no one believed him, though usually it really was Crush, who was fairly clumsy at that time since Alex didn’t have the ability or control to fully bring Crush into being.
He was 16 when his father couldn’t take it anymore. Always blaming stuff on some nonsense. He hit Alex for the first time ever. This didn’t go well as Alex’s father found out. The walls in the room began to twist and warp, changing colors, some become ‘S’ shaped, others elongated or became much taller than they should have been. The lights flickered wildly as a tear seemed to open next to Alex. The tear was over eight feet tall. It was open only about half a foot when a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the rift. Alex’s father fell over himself literally from the sight. In that moment the rift jutted open, widening to nearly five feet. A huge monstrosity walked through. It spoke in, an otherworldly sound, “To the Nether with you!” The floating being reached down and grabbed Alex’s father by his head, turning around quickly, the being thrust the man into the rift.
Alex’s mother came from the living room just as his father was thrown into this strange rift. She began to scream and run forward. She was enraged and afraid. “Crush….” Alex whispered, hardly able to believe it. Crush gave Alex an almost unnoticeable nod before it spun around to grab Alex’s mother by her neck as she made a movement to grab Alex. Crush thought she was going to hurt him. His movements were to throw her in the rift but Alex called out for Crush to stop. Nodding, Crush let Alex’s mother go. Alex looked at his mom, then to the rift. He was unafraid as Crush stood next to it. Walking into the rift, Crush followed him.
It was at this moment Alex’s world changed. Fear that he would be blamed for his father’s disappearance, urged Alex to create a new identity. Thus Derrick Quell Narrax, Domino, was born. A year spent within that rift, from which Crush had come from, was all Derrick needed to fully learn about his ability. At 17, Derrick stepped out of the rift once more, this time in New York City’s Central Park. The trees seemed to flash forward to fall, changing a multitude of colors. As the rift closed, Crush began to fade away from normal sight only to be brought to rest within Domino’s mind.
A new life requires a few items, which Domino spent no time in creating. Imagining a NY Driver’s License, birth certificate, social security number, credit cards, and a car. All of which appeared to Domino. A ripple effect began, the newly created items became legit within the federal and state records, company records, etc.
Sample RP: The Twin Cities, Minnesota. Large though they were, didn’t seem to have as much mutant activity as some other places in the US. This was apparent to Domino. Whether it’s because there aren’t many in the area or they’re good at hiding it, which is a good possibility. Domino thought it was time to give people a good show as he stood on the fourth floor of the Mall of America just outside the theater.
He shut his eyes for a moment, imagining wings coming from his back. When he opened his eyes, wings began to sprout from his back, not one set, but three large white feathered wings. As they formed they wrapped around his body, creating a coat of feathers of sorts. People began to point at him, some whispering some cursing at him. A couple of ‘thugs’ walked up behind him talking crap, threatening him. Domino looked over his shoulder and smirked at them. Just then his six wings flashed wide fully extending, one set snapped back and hit the duo behind him dazing them in surprise.
Domino jumped over the railing, spreading his wings he dove down letting the wings catch the air. He did a fly by on the people below him, flying past just a few feet over their heads. Each beat of wings sent paper and light objects flying. He did a twist in the air, pulling his wings in close as he moved to the center of the building, soaring over Camp Snoopy. He came to a stop, shut his eyes for a moment, a flash of light exploded from around him, catching the attention of everyone able to see. His image was that of an angel with Holy light surrounding him. His wings beat like pistons and not in unison, making him hover in place as he slowly turned 360 degrees, surveying the area.
He spotted his next target, a large open area near one of the main entrances, where events were held. Explosive force from his wings sent him over there. He did another twist as he reached that spot. His wings tucked against him and disappeared in the air. He began to drop straight to the ground, four floors down. Quickly, thoughts of high density came to mind and became reality. Crashing into the ground the floor buckled, cracked and sunk down many feet. People screamed, yelled and fled from the immediate area, though not far. People always seem curious of things that are dangerous. The damage to the floor was so great it began to fall apart, down into the basement.
A feather floating upwards was in Domino’s mind. He began walking with confidence over the falling matter, towards solid ground. With each step more of the floor fell out from beneath his feet. When on solid ground he looked at the people in front of him and smiled politely. Blinking he disappeared, imagining himself near Wal-Mart nearly a mile away. He began to laugh so hard tears started down his face.
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