Post by Daniel Omega Warri on Apr 30, 2009 14:20:29 GMT -8
About You
Age: 17
Experience: A bunch.
Contact Information: You know it already
Your Character
Name: Daniel Warri
Age: 26
Race: Human - Balance Tipper
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 185 lbs.
General Appearance: Omega has a rather muscular build, but otherwise is average for people in his height range. His hands are slightly larger than average, the knuckle on his left hand slightly enlarged from a slight problem he had as a child with biting it. He has blue eyes, and his hair is a dark chocolate brown. His skin is semi-tanned from spending a lot of time outside.
His hand has calluses on both his hands and feet resulting from his high school career and his current post-college position. He has a scar on his right shoulder, and his body is constantly getting bruised.
Family: Emily Warri - Mother - Estranged
Richard Warri - Father - Estranged
Anzen Warri - Brother
Personality: Omega isn't the muscle head that everyone thinks he is. In high school he got the nickname Omega, meaning 'the end', for his sports career because once he stepped onto the field it was 'the end'. However, in school he also made more than passable grades in world history and literature. He's very much an approachable guy, however at times he can appear abrasive due to his tendency to become absorbed in whatever he's doing and brush off attempts to speak with him.
He has a deep fascination with history and ancient battles, weapons, and fighting styles, resulting in his college major in medieval history and battles. He enjoys exorcising, often entering any 'fun run' or marathon that comes into the city. He usually enters in the top ten, or more specifically top 3. He is usually getting into fights at bars, usually quick ones to stop people from taking out his buddies.
Hobbies: Likes studying ancient battles, fighting styles, and civilizations. Exercising, playing sports, and dueling in mock battles.
Powers: Strength first, then speed, then accelerated healing.
History: Omega was born in a smaller town in the mid-USA, and he was pushed into sports from an early age. From the age of four his father dragged him outside and started teaching him to play football, baseball, and any other real sport that he could think of. He took to it quickly, and when he was eight he was in as many peewee leagues as the town had. That year his brother Anzen was born.
As Omega went through school, he quickly found he had an enjoyment in ancient history, and enjoyed learning about old battles with swords and bows. In the little spare time he had between sports practices, homework, and his father's strict exercise regiment he would read books on medieval battles, warriors, and weapons. His father tried to push his brother in the same direction and it only caused him to push him away, burying himself in his studies. Omega grew up, his continuely putting more and more pressure on him to continue in sports, and he quickly started to resent it. By his senior year of high school he'd resolved to not play college sports.
This declaration infurriated his father, who shouted at him that he had to go to a football or baseball or other sport college on one of those scholarships, otherwise he wouldn't pay a cent. Omega agreed, picking up on three other scholarships he'd won for history grades, becoming a medieval history major in Edgewood. His father cut off all ties, and his mother, who did whatever his father told her to, did the same. Anzen followed Omega's lead several years later, becoming a technology major.
Omega's college roommate, and later best friend, was 'Amy' Sirena, who had a similar major to him, just the oriental edition. He has recently graduated, and has gotten a job with a gaming company as a consultant on medieval technologies and battle strategies for making games more realistic. He has little interest in the games themselves, and spends most of his time doing other things, including spending time with his on again off again girlfriend Cyla Ridge.
Most recently he's come to notice that his strength is more than it's usually been. He's been able to more weight, crushing things that he normally shouldn't been so easily able to crush. He puts it off, just saying it's the natural progression of it getting stronger.
RP Sample: Omega yawned and stretched his arms as he looked over the computer simulation for the latest game he'd been tasked to help create. He really didn't care for the job, but there wasn't really a whole lot of options for his particular major, and this one was pretty well paying. He glanced down and groaned, tossing the pen that he'd bent into a twisted piece of plastic into the garbage can, on top of four others just like it. The game simulation was fine. Some of the armour was a little off though.
He picked up another pen and made a notation on his pad about it before getting up and going over to the bathroom of his apartment. Now there was ink all over his hand. The last few had been just about empty anyway, that one had been brand new. That was bad. He glanced at his clock, turning off the game console he'd gotten for free from the company as he passed by.
He thought he saw something out the window, and squinted out. It was almost like... a shimmer? He shook his head, had to be nothing. He'd spent to long watching the game. They were getting to his head. How Anzen actually liked them was beyond him.
He gently opened up the door, moving down the hall and pulling on his jacket as he moved. He was going to have to go meet Cyla pretty soon, otherwise he wasn't going to end up having a good night. If he was late again she was likely to flay him on one of his own replica blades. Probably the spear.
"Hey John," he said to a man coming out of his apartment as he passed. For a split second he thought he'd seen a flash of red in his eyes before he turned to look at him, but he shook it off when he turned to look at him.
"Hello Daniel," the neighbor said, watching him as he moved down the hall. Omega didn't know him to well, but he knew him well enough to say hi every once in a while. He said it to most of the people on his floor. Not that all of them said hi back.
He glanced at his cell to make sure he had the right time. 6:30... good, still got 30 minutes to get there and say there was bad traffic, he thought.
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