Individual Character's full name: Telemachus Christou
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Tel
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Date of Birth: March 9, 1986
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Fremont, Washington
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: African American
AppearanceHair color and style: Head shaved or trimmed short. Keeps a beard and mustache on at all times.
Skin Tone: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 6’1
Build: Lean but very muscular thanks to the constant training he put himself through to play football.
Visible Magical Corruption: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Tattoo on his bicep of a Rhino and on the back of his shoulder of Jaguar wearing a football helmet.
Other features: Scars on his legs from various surgeries.
Everyday clothing style: Tel prefers casual clothing - t-shirts, jeans, cargos, etc.
Uniform: Whether working, on a date, or having an important meetup, Tel has two or three nice suits that he wears: a black one, a plum one, and a red one.
Sleepwear: Boxers and pajama bottoms.
Miscellaneous clothing: Tel still wears a college football ring that he earned.
CharacterPersonality: The best way to describe Tel is that he is a cookie. He has a hard, outer layer that is gruff, rough, and no nonsense, but deep inside he is actually a sweet and soft squish. This is why there are two sides of Telemachus, two sides that two separate factions of people get to see.
Public / Strangers - At first glance, Telemachus does have a R.M.F. (Resting Murder Face). Just glancing at someone, whether they are a stranger he sees in a supermarket or some rowdy fool causing a ruckus in the strip club, he looks like a man who would rather snap you in half than say hi. This is his serious personality. The one that he has honed over the years on both the football field and working as a bouncer. It means that he is someone who should not be messed with. He wields intimidation like a hefty warhammer.
Friends / Family - However, despite Tel’s outward appears and actions, if you were to hang around long enough to get to know him, you will find that Telemachus is actually very sweet and caring. He was given a raw deal that ruined his football career, but it’s a fate he doesn’t want anyone else to experience. Need money? A place to crash? Need someone to walk to your car? Tel will be there to listen and help. Just don’t ask him to do anything illegal.
Hobbies/ Interests:- Football
- Calligraphy
- Weight Training
- Spanish Novellas
Job or part time job and description: Bouncer at Hexes and Hoes
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: The biggest fear that still haunts Telemachus to this day is that he will completely lose his ability to play football. He suffered trauma in that incident in the football field and came very close to ruining everything. And though he has magic now, it does require constant upkeep to keep his legs strong and prevent them from reverting back to his limp. So he fears either he’ll get injured further or that one day the magic will just stop working and he’ll be back to square one. He doesn’t want to be that kind of failure again.
And the dentist. Telemachus has a big fear of the dentist. He’ll still go because he has to, but he will definitely have a panic attack a few days leading up to the appointment.
Special talents: - Boxing
- Football Strategy
- Footwork / Dancing
- Stamina
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral...for the most part. Telemachus drew a bad hand in life and sometimes will take it out on the world. But really that’s only if he is in a bad mood and you are a stranger. If you are someone he knows, he can be gruff but he can also be sweet as pie.
Feelings toward Mutants: Wary / Dislikes for the most part. Mutants are what nearly ruined his career. If it wasn’t for the mystics, he would have lost everything. Shouldn’t they be registered or something?
Feelings toward Humans: Humans are humans. He’s a human. His parents and siblings are humans. He treats people as people, unless they are jerks or try to get in his way.
Feelings toward Adapteds: Tel has never met an adapted. Because of that he has no strong feelings one way or the other with them.
MagicArcana Praeditus: Somation
Preferred Foci: Runes. Telemachus draws runes on his, or another person’s, skin for specific spells. Once drawn, if it is a spell he knows well, the rune will disappear into the skin and immediately take effect.
Magical Theme: The Juggernaut.
Snap Spell: Muscular. Telemachus can use somation magic to create the extra growth of muscle tissue over his body. This increases his strength and durability.
Physical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: Telemachus is a finely honed athlete. He is strong as strong, fast, and durable as anyone football player of his age.
Fighting Style: Boxing and wrestling
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:PRO: Telemachus is a big guy. All it takes is a few punches and grapples to make his opponents call uncle.
CON: It does require him to get up close and personal. That can, of course, lead to some problems if someone is physically stronger or has other, more dangerous means of causing hurt.
History Of Your CharacterHis parents would always tell Telemachus that it was destined that he should be a football player, and rightly so. The oldest son of Virgil and Cecelia Christou, the boy was conceived after his father, a semi-pro football player for the Newcastle Knights, and his wife made love in the stands on romantic evening. They were young, they were in love, and they weren’t as careful as they should have been.
When he grew up, jokingly his father would tell Telemachus that he had been the reason why he never made it to the pros. After knocking up Tel’s mother, the semi-pro couldn’t keep dedicating his quickly dwindling time to being a husband, a father, and a player. So he sacrificed his dream to get a regular job with longevity rather than chase a dream.
Though his father loved Tel, the boy could feel that there was some sadness in his heart about not achieving his dream. Tel watched his father grow older. Two more siblings came, Ruby and Benjamin, and while he could see his father loved them dearly, Tel knew that he wasn’t living the life he had always dreamed for himself. Tel knew then that he would have to live it for him.
Tel was a good kid growing up. Though he didn’t do the best in school, it seemed that he gained amazing benefits from the more physical end of the gene pool. Even in middle school Tel was built like a brickhouse so it was no wonder the football team clamored for him. Strong, fast, durable, they were skills that Tel used to carry himself through high school where he became a star quarterback. But it wasn’t the fame and the cheers of the crowd that fueled him; it was the fact that at every one of his games, he could see the pride gleaming in his father’s eyes. That made the strict training and the academic sacrifices all the more worth it.
After graduating high school, the college scouts beelined for Tel to come and play for their schools. It was everything his father wanted. Of all the college scouts to choose from, Telemachus settled on New York. In college Tel did alright. He wasn’t stupid by any means but his focus was certainly an issue when he poured all of his attention into football. Once again, Tel managed to eke by with a communications degree but made a new startling discovery while in college: he wasn’t the only one good at football. The players on his team were amazing and though Telemachus managed to keep up for the most part, the rest of the players absolutely dominated the playing field, and still only one of them was picked for the pro league -- and it wasn’t him.
Upon graduation, Telemachus found himself a bit unsure of what to do with himself. His dream had always been that he would be picked up in college to get into the pros but when that dream failed to deliver, he found himself unsure of what to do next.
Needing to make ends meet, Telemachus was hooked up by a friend to work as a bouncer for a couple of nightclubs. It paid the bills but it was by no means what he wanted to do for the rest of his life and the call of the pigskin was too hard to ignore. Fine, if he couldn’t get into it through college, he would keep his skills honed through other means by going semi-pro, just until a spot open in the pro leagues.
The Nassau County War Rhinos were eager for a new player and Telemachus fit the bill. For years he ran with the semi-pro team, as well as working as a bouncer and whatever odd jobs he could get. Though this wasn’t the dream that he picked out for himself, it would suffice until the right opportunity arose. At least that was what he was hoping would happen. Fate had other ideas.
Game day. Rumor had it that scouts would be by, looking for talent that had more experience than what could be found among the college roster. Telemachus knew that this was his chance. The game went on and he was on fire. He poured everything into the game and his talent showed through as if the game had been rigged to showcase himself only. And then
they showed up.
It was a car chase that suddenly tore onto the field. Telemachus watched people scattered as the first driver emerged, a man with
enormous hands. He slammed his fists into the ground and knocked Telemachus and several other players off their feet. As the big fisted man attempted to run, he suddenly snatched up Tel by the legs and gave him a harsh squeezed as he backed away from a pair of patrol cars that stopped.
Officers piled out but one man in particular took charge. An older man with salt-and-pepper hair, a beard, and a gun drawn stepped forward, gun aimed carefully. Decrees and demands to surrender were shouted but the man, called Mittens at this point, refused to release his hostage.
What happened next was a blur to Tel. Water shot out from somewhere. A harsh stream like that from a fire hose suddenly buffeted Mittens across the face, causing him to flail wildly. Telemachus didn’t have time to react. He felt his legs being crushed by the man’s giant hand and then he was suddenly airborne, tossed away like trash. A painful landing should have been in order but another wave of water shot up, catching him sending him drifting softly to the ground. But the pain from his legs? That was unbearable and Tel had little other choice than to black out.
There were times where Telemachus wished he hadn’t woken up. After awakening in the hospital, he found his legs had been greatly damaged. It was going to take surgery beyond what he could afford to make his legs fully functional again, and even then, they still would not be 100%.
After paying for what he could (through donations, loans, etc.), Tel found himself with weakened knees and a limp. Worst of all, his football days were over. It was his worst nightmare come true. Even if he never made it to the pros, at least he had the semi-pro life. With that gone, what purpose did he have anymore?
Telemachus found himself staring at the bottom of many an empty bottle of alcohol. His life fell apart around him to the point that nothing could bring him out of his funk. Desperate for money and meaning, Tel turned to his sister, Ruby, who had moved to New York when the family found out he was injured.
Apparently she had just the thing.
Telemachus had no love for mutants. They had ruined his career. Before he would have just tried to generally avoid them and their strange powers, but New York, it seemed, was teeming with the genetic freaks. Everyday Tel was reminded of what he lost thanks to his limp and displays of unwarranted power around him. The bitterness grew deep, that is until his sister introduced him to someone who had answers.
You see, Ruby had always been more spiritual so when she was desperate to find help for her brother, she met an enigmatic woman named Angel. Angel, it seemed, had a gift of her own. Telemachus wasn’t fully trusting of that but with her continued assurances that she wasn’t a mutant, he bore witness to a miracle. With but a touch to one of his legs he could feel things healing and returning to a semblance of normal. But Angel didn’t fully heal him. She said it was beyond her capability but he? He could have that power, heal himself whenever he wanted, he just had to believe in something beyond mutation and science.
The next days were a blur. Telemachus considered Angel’s offer. Though he feared he was possibly being scammed, the potential was too hard to ignore. He agreed and before he knew it he was whisked away to an unknown building with cloaked figures who bade him to drink from a strange, glowing well of what didn’t seem like water.
That was where things changed.
Seemingly the odds were in his favor again. Somation magic. Angel told him that was what the waters of the well awakened within him. Though it seemed that magic could be chaotic and random, there was something deep in Telemachus that openly accepted the ability to manipulate life and the flesh. This was what he was meant for, and Telemachus accepted this newfound purpose with open arms.
With a newfound cause, Telemachus has accepted this new aspect of his life. He cleaned up his drinking and uses a form of somatic magic to keep his legs nice and healed. Also, thanks to Angel, he has started working for a strip club, Hexes and Hos, and does so with a much better work ethic than he did in any previous job.
RoleplayWhat’s your OOC alias?: Horhay, the Artist Formerly Known as Jorge
Where did you learn about this site?: Whispers in the deep dark of the night.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Jorge Cervantes Belladonna Honey Booker B. Bookman Celeste Niko Kobayashi Hugh Manning Casey Babilon Thaddeus M. Zilberschlag Sample RP:Hexes and Hos was busy. Not that they weren’t normally. It was a Friday night so of course there the building was packed with all sorts of drunken fools looking to get their rocks off with all the pretties dancing on stage. Currently the bright spotlight illuminated the supple body of a twenty-something dancer on stage by the name of Honey Shanghi. It was only nine o’clock and already the hooting and hollering from one particular table was rising above the din of the music.
Second time. One more and they were going to be out of warnings.
Telemachus lurked around the back of the club, dressed in a black shirt and leather jacket that allowed him to most blend in with the scenery. The last thing the clients needed was a reminder that this place had rules. For the most part the clients were respectful and really were only problems when the alcohol started to stream a little too freely. But a firm tone and a warning look was often all that was needed to quiet them.
After all, this was a place of fun and an atmosphere to relax in. Whether you were a longshoreman or a stockbroker, all that mattered was that your manners were polite, you observed the rules, and your money was green.
Telemachus liked the quiet nights. But the hooting of table twelve, the one he had been keeping an eye on, grew to a cacophonous level. The table of baboons were laughing hysterically after one of them had turned and slapped a passing waitress on her short skirt clad butt. No touching.
Telemachus cracked his neck to the side and approached.
Towering over the table, the former semi-pro player was an intimidating sight. Tall and muscular, dressed in a black jacket, shirt, and slacks, he would have easily been mistaken for another customer except for the earpiece he wore in his left ear. Deep, dark eyes settled onto one particular blonde man whose tie was loosened and shirt unbuttoned. Lawyer. Tel could practically smell the scuzz on him.
”Alright gentlemen. You’ve already been informed several times of the rules of the establishment. That’s your third strike. Time to go.” He announced.
Two others at the table seemed annoyed but they were also sobering up at the sight of him. However, the main reason behind their exit wasn’t seeming to get the picture. Mr. Lawyer turned, eyed Telemachus up and down and then snorted. He started to raise his hand to flag down another waitress but that was the only warning he was getting. A firm slapped down on the lawyer’s shoulder and he was yanked up to his feet.
”My apologies,” Tel said, holding him by his lapels and staring into his face.
”Perphaps you couldn’t hear me over the music. I said, it’s time to go.”Oh the words that flew from the lawyer’s mouth. Tel could feel the sleaze as the lawyer wriggled and moved like a worm on a hook and freed himself from the bouncer’s grip. A mass of sloppy slurs were thrown at Telemachus, who watched as the lawyer’s compatriots looked at him with surprise. Even they tried to quiet the man but Mr. Lawyer was having none of it.
Normally Tel wouldn’t have bothered but seeing as this man needed a lesson, he was willing to comply. Shaking his head he pulled a marker from his pocket and casually wrote something in the palm of his hand. No one could see it but Tel could feel the rune that he drew seep into his skin. He sighed in satisfaction, feeling the muscles bulge under his clothes as he marched towards the lawyer again, looking far larger and more intimidating than he seemed before.
”I said…” Telemachus growled. He was even bigger now as he loomed over the man.
”...TIME. TO. GO!”
