Post by Javan Huntley on Sept 25, 2010 11:26:05 GMT -5
Javan C Huntley
But there's holes in the floor of heaven,
and her tears are pouring down,
that's how i know she's watching,
wishing she could be here now,
and sometimes when i'm lonely,
i remember she can see,
there's holes in the floor of heaven,
and she's, watching over you and me,
Full Name: Javan C Huntley
Nicknames: Fenrir, Fen, (born Ragnar Fenris)
Physical Age: 20-24
Date of Birth: 04,24,1990
Hometown: New Salem, Mass.
Current Residence: None Travels living on what he can gather or work for.
Occupation: Handy Man (includes Rent a Husband, and Mercenary type jobs).
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Demi-Angel (further explained in History)
Affiliations: Good, but lax in what that may or may not mean.
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue/Green (depends on his use of ‘power’ and mood.)
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 200lbs
Body Type: Medium build, fit.
Best Feature: Eyes
Worst Feature: Eyes
Sexuality: Hetero
Personal Style: Practical wear, jeans and the like. Prefers black.
Face Claim: Turner, Aidan
Abilities:
Ice Shadow: Creates Black Ice, requires physical contact to be used as a weapon, however he can flash freeze the ground and your legs if you don’t react quickly (15 foot radius)
Soul Manifest: Manifests one of three weapons from his soul. The larger/more complicated the weapon the more it takes to wield it. The Weapons are in rank from less energy to more; Guardian, Bastard sword with angel wing cross guard; Sereph, takes form of colt .44 or crossbow, Soul range of 100yds; Wrath, Massive Great sword with one smooth one jagged edge, Only used when he’s pissed off.
Soul Form: Allows him to take his ‘soul form’ the form his soul takes when outside his body. A wolf when in his wolf form he has to work hard to keep from going ‘dog’.
Personality: Javan loves kids and is almost always kind to people from the get go, however he does have a more animalistic instinct then most so he can sense ‘bad people’. He goes through periods of depression, but the worst it gets (usually) is a sad smile on his face and maybe a song or two. When he get angry though he can be violent and cold, the contrast is like comparing Ghandi to a North Korean Official.
Javan as a wolf can be very dog like, he will fetch and play and tug o’ war. He even looks like a big black shepherd dog. People tend to feed off his good moods and even a most somber occasion can be brightened by his happy presence. If you’re looking for someone who is happy to help you with something come find Javan. He’s always willing to help someone in need even if he doesn’t really like them. (if he hates you though you’re screwed)
Likes:
• Kids
• Animals
• Roses
• Full Starlit skys
Dislikes:
• People who harm Children and Animals
• People who kill for no good reason (meaning in cold blood with no prior provocation)
• Getting his paws muddy
• People staring at his scars
Strengths:
• Always friendly and helpful meaning people tend to return the favor.
• Above Human Strength.
• Animal like senses.
• Heals in half the time it takes a human.
Weaknesses:
• When he snaps he goes ‘berserk’ and has no control.
• He won’t risk peoples lives for his own.
• Needs a Host, (master) to unlock his full power.
• Can get ‘stuck’ in his wolf form for long periods.
Mother: Sky Song (Russian Half goddess
Father: Fenrir Lokison (its Fenrir)
Siblings: Skol is only surviving sibling
Others: Kit, adopted Fox spirit
Bio: Born in a human body but of Gods, Javan was the target of a curse to prevent Fenrir from being released. His human family was killed by Odin’s Servants but he survived by fleeing, he was less then a year old but was able to use his wolf form even then. He was taken in by Tyr, not the God but a homeless man who thought he was. He lived with Tyr until he was six Then After Tyr’s death he lived by running drugs for the mafia. At age eight he met Samantha, by pulling her from the wreckage of the car her father had been driving. Both her parents died in the crash. Samantha was a ninth generation White Witch, who excelled in Earth magic, mostly Healing. She was a prodigy and was also Javan’s first ‘Host’ A human female Capable of commanding his powers and therefore him. They lived as friends until they were both Thirteen, then became lovers. At fifteen they became the target of a Warlock seeking more and more power. Damien wished to father a child with Samantha, then posses the child’s body with his soul stealing its magic (very deluded). When he found that Samantha carried Javan’s child he decided to kill them all. Burning Javan with a silver cross which bore ancient spells carved into its surface, and plunging a blade in his chest, Damien then crucified and eviscerated Samantha, feeding the unborn to a demon he had summoned. Samantha used the last of her strength to revive Javan, making him anew. His new body bears the scars of his old one and he can take his wolf form, but he is no longer a god in Human form but rather halfway to being an angel. He should have died but he did not. Now he hunts. Best not to get in his way.
RP Sample: Javan held his place. The Tiger Shifter snarled at him, laughing.
“What’s your plan puppy dog? You can’t beat me.” The shifter laughed, he was enjoying this. These battles were always so easy. Easy wins easier money. He moved with incredible speed only to find that where the wolf had been there was nothing. The Tiger landed with a thud in his full animal form. Shifting back he called out, taunting. “Here puppy dog! Don’t be scared, I’ll make it quick.” A flash of movement and blinding strike to his head. The tiger turned expecting to see the wolf standing there. Nothing. “What?” A weight on his back, then a burning chill down his spine. He went to move…but couldn’t. he was frozen over.
“Not allowed to call me puppy dog.” The young man turned away. His shirt, torn by the first two rounds, exposed his scars. Even a shifter would have had a hard time living through that. His heart had to have been pierced.
“Demon!” The tiger shouted to the crowd. “He’s a demon!” The tiger stopped as the cold blade touched his throat.
“Only one man has ever called me a demon and lived. Take it back or I will kill you.” No bluff. The kid had to be bluffing. Killing was against the rules. But the fight has ended, once the tiger had been unable to move the round ended. After the round ended it was up to the Overseers to prevent killing.
“I take it back.” The Tiger tasted the bitter words like harsh medicine. He knew now how he had been beaten. The kid used that ice to jump high in the air, it melted pretty quickly in the arena’s heat. The kid had been on the rafters.
“Pretty good kid. We could use a fighter like you. Come on full time and we can double your take. You’ll get Arena wages plus half the bets against you.” Javan passed by the arena manager, his money in hand. “I need only this to get this place alive again kid!”
“I need only this money. Enough to get me by. I may return.” Javan left the building he was going to New Orleans. He had heard that the Council was looking for fighters. He would willing help, but he would need a Host. And he would need Damien’s Blood as a reward.
