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| User: | justbusiness (285788) |
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| Name: | Dante | ||||||||||
| Website: | TJS Detention Facility | ||||||||||
| AOL IM: |  twosidedshocker (Add Buddy, Send Message) | ||||||||||
| Bio: | Name: Dante Gender: Male Race: Golem/Elemental Actual Age: One month DOB: February 27th, 2008 Physical Description: Dante is gruff in every sense of the word. His body is hard and muscled, his face is strong and very masculine with a prominent brow and a somewhat permenant scowl. He stands at 6'4", weights about 200 pounds in solid muscle, and his dark brown hair is kept very short. Dante's crystal blue eyes are piercing and cold, often giving a person the impression they are being sized up for a fight. A lot of the time, that's exactly what's going on. Distinguishing Marks: Large scar on the top of his head, which is covered by his hair, plus several other scars scattered over his body from the body's previous owner, incisions from magical intrusion and an autopsy scar. PB: Adam Baldwin Birth Location: Athens, Ohio Personality: Dante is one cuddly son of a bitch. Of course, you would need to replace the world "cuddly" with the word "prickly", and you'd be spot on. He is crude, stand-offish, crass, and at times downright mean. There is a softer side to him, hidden quite deep down in his personality, but even when you reach it you'll still get cussed at and treated poorly. He is selfish and inconsiderate 90% of the time and refuses to be cooperative unless there is something in it for him. Infuriating? Absolutely. But the rare few that have broken through his frosty exterior know just how incredible his soft underbelly can be. BIO: In October of 1995, Roger Bates' brain split. Not in a literal sense, but nevertheless his psyche tore itself in half, creating an alternate personality. Roger was a half electricity demon being raised amongst humans, thus having no idea about his demonic abilities or how to control them. So instead of learning them he supressed them, hid them, ignored them. But adolescence and hormone changes caused his internal electrical current to surge, his personality to shift. The inherent anger of being a teenager mixed with all repressed negative emotions split his mind, and on October 24th, Dante appeared for the very first time, wearing a smirk he would come to be known for. For thirteen years the two men would battle against one another, a fight for control. Roger was meeker, quiet, terrified of Dante and his destructive capabilities. Constantly Roger would wake up in bed with a stranger (or sometimes several strangers) and not know how he'd gotten there, what God awful things Dante had done. For the alter ego, though, it was a rise to power. He felt he embodied the demon half of Roger, could control all the power that the lesser human side was afraid of. He was stronger, ruthless, not afraid of anything. He didn't become attached to people, he didn't make connections or take anyone else into consideration. And slowly, Dante was determined to overthrown Roger completely and make their body his own. That was, of course, until Roger discovered the Tiberius J. Swann school for supernaturals. In a fit of anger Dante had started an electrical fire in the home where Roger had grown up and burned it to the ground. Roger and his mother knew they needed more help than a human doctor could provide, and thus he was sent away. Dante hadn't been worried. In fact he'd been eager, curious. Neither he nor Roger had ever known another supernatural being. But instead of feeding into his powers like Dante had imagined, TJS turned him into something he barely recognized. He was almost human. After a few brief months Dante had friends, he had people he cared for, people who cared for him. He had fallen in love and had his heart broken, had made love to someone for the first time, had cried. And it was suddenly clear that he couldn't just be the sideshow in someone's brain, and Roger had grown strong enough he couldn't take over his life either. So he needed to find a way out. The alchemist Dante contacted had never heard of such an enterprise, but he was eager to cut into a willing someone's brain so he took the half demon's money and gathered supplies, telling Dante that he'd call upon him when he was ready. It took weeks for Dante to hear from him again, and of course it had to happen at the worst possible time. But in the dead of night he slipped away, stealing a car a few miles from the school and driving to Ohio where the alchemist's lab was. Roger was unaware of the fate that lay before him. Lying on the cold steel table, one the alchemist had used to eat breakfast on that morning, Dante shivered. Metal was a great conductor, and it was taking a lot of control not to melt the thing with his currents. Not that he was nervous or anything. He was ready for this. He'd been ready for this for months now. But being ready did not change the fact that this crazy stranger was going to slice out a piece of Roger's brain, possibly killing them both. It did not make the corpse on the gurney beside him any less disturbing, even though it was beneath a sheet. "Are you ready?" the man asked, standing above Dante as though he were God, looking down on his subject with greedy eyes. He was eager to slice into the man's brain, prod around a bit. Alter personalities were fascinating, he'd never met one that had manifested itself so strongly. But where to cut, where to slice? What part of the brain lit up when Dante took control? Was Dante ready? Of course not. No one could ever be ready. "Fuck yes," he said gruffly, shifting himself on the table as though he could get comfortable. Roger could die from this. But Dante couldn't live inside him anymore. "Do this already," he grunted, closing his eyes. And in that moment he realized that he may never open them again. And even if it worked, he would never open these eyes again, never look in a mirror and see this face. The hands clasped at his sides would never strike someone again, never touch someone's face. Not by his will, anyway. Whatever the alchemist had given Dante to drink, it was starting to kick in. His heart was hammering but his brain was feeling drowsy, his limbs heavy. Soon the potion would take him under, and then he'd be gone. When Dante opened his eyes nine days later, his head was pounding and his vision blurred. Something felt wrong in his body. There was a heaviness, a stillness that seemed unnatural. He could move his fingers, lift his arm, turn his head. But something wasn't right. As it turned out, his body was missing a pulse. He was dead like a vampire, animated by magic like elementals. Electricity animated his body as though he were a machine, yet he was wholly flesh and blood. It took days for him to be able to move about properly, limbs jerking and stiffening randomly. Dante had always appreciated that he'd missed Roger's awkard "learning to walk" phase in life, but now he was experiencing it himself and he felt like a jackass. Eventually Dante left the alchemist (despite part of his payment to the man being a year of service) and started west, stealing a motorcycle and driving as long as he had gas. Something wasn't right, though. There was a guilt nagging in the back of his mind and no matter how far west he went, the east was calling to him. There was too much shit left unsettled back at TJS, too many people wondering. Too many people he missed. Syphoning the gas tank of a 1989 Ford pickup truck, Dante shrugged on his leather jacket and started back east. There would be hell awaiting him, but he was ready for it. Kind of. Family: Roger bates- Former bodymate/brother type person Weakness: As a somewhat elemental being, Dante is weakened by water. Magical Abilities: Can harness, control and conduct electricity. Special Skills: Can make every inch of himself vibrate. For her please. ;) Room: G2, with Roger Bates Sponsor: Nox Alekos Jessica | ||||||||||
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