Post by Colin Damisa on Jun 26, 2017 22:51:42 GMT -6
Biography[/i][/b][/u]
Name: Colin Wain Damisa
Alias: Cole, Wain to family and childhood friends.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Leopard
Sexuality: Hetero(slightly flexible)
P.O.B: Atlanta, Georgia
D.O.B: December 7th 1989
Ethnicity: Anglo-Caucasian
Blood Type: Ab-
Relatives:
Parents: Robert Damisa, Gladys Damisa
Siblings: Anna Damisa, Rose Damisa, Jimmy Damisa
Descriptions[/i][/b][/u]
Play-by:
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 185 lbs
Hairstyle/Color: Brown varying lengths usually shorn close to his head.
Eye Color: Blue
Figure/Build: Wiry
Scars: Bruises from elbow to collar bone up and down left side. Bullet wound through appendix. Whipped scars across back buttocks and upper back legs.
Piercings: Tongue, Left and right Ear.
Tattoos: DIE FREE across heart. F@CK MOMS in a heart on right bicep.
Descriptive Paragraph(s): A wiry tall drink of water whose main characteristic is his dirty ocean blue eyes. His skin is a patchwork of mistakes close calls and life-lessons learned in the most painful ways possible. The scars he wears are also the story of a boy turned man who learned to survive by any and all means.
Personality[/i][/b][/u]
Likes:
Gambling
Fighting
Winning
Sex most-flavors so long as someone is getting off
Touch
Speed
Dislikes:
Boredom
Silence needs noise of some kind which is why he usually has earphones of some shape or variety in place most times including when sleeping.
Pain
Blow-hards
Anyone who is prejudiced in any form. (Age, race, sex, sexual identity, any and all prejudices are anathema to him)
Bologna
Mashed potatoes
Drunks
Favorite color(s): Black/Gray
Favorite food(s):
French Fries
Pizza
Lobster
Eggs
Favorite drink(s):
Tea (preferably Sweet)
Coffee
Red Bull
Hobbies:
Racing
Fighting
Music
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Determined
Open-minded
Survivor based pragmatism
Mechanically gifted
Sex machine
Stubbornly pig-headed
Constantly plays the odds
Can be disloyal (Not one to go down with any ship)
Hedonistic
Can be cold and aloof
Very touchy and emotional
Can be a user
Looks out for self above all
Will take the easy way more times than not
Descriptive Paragraph(s): What can be said of Colin that hasn’t been yelled at the top of someones lungs at three in the morning in the middle of a rainstorm. Well not much he can and does rub those in his close circle of associates the wrong way. Of course there is a honeymoon phase when his chaotic impishness is seen as a ideal or romanticized but eventually the survivor in him will cause a rift or he’ll just vanish.
Experiences[/i][/b][/u]
Occupation: Mechanic/Whatever gets him paid
Native Language: English
Secondary Language(s): Inconsistent Spanish patois
Primary Skills :
Mechanic Diagnostic/ Repair
Anything Goes Martial Arts
Staff/Club Weapons
Improvised Weapons
Music Theory
Secondary Skills :
Deejaying
Mechanical Maintenance
Grifting
Confidence tactics
Others:
Wilderness Survival
Tracking
Dark Web navigation
Bartering
Rank:
Tier:
Primary Ability(ies):
Secondary Ability(ies):
Character Concept/History: Everyone has bad times Colin had the unenviable pleasure of having nothing but growing up. Others dreamed of being something when they grew up. Doctors lawyers Rockstars or actors. He dreamed of simply growing up. There was nothing in his present at the time that said that was a possibility. In fact the odds were against him for the start. He was born with a caul and his umbilical cord wrapped around his throat. He died twice in the NICU and a third time before he’d made it to his parents twenty-year-old station wagon.
His home life once he was able to remember didn’t change much more. His father was a mercurial man prone to fits of violence punctuated by fits of utter abject horror. He was a man that reveled in being feared. The fear was never more potent than at home where instead of love he engendered a never ending dread.
So he did what those who survived did. The choice was simple overcome or escape. He escaped he ran every chance he got from the age of six until he was finally successful at thirteen. Being on his own he was treated harsher but fairer. What was his was what he could obtain. What stayed his was what he could hold. He learned hard and well. He pushed himself through school never missing a day. He enrolled in trade schools and managed to graduated. While on his way cross country to a job in Washington he was attacked. He survived by setting himself on fire burning the furry musky thing that set on him he crawled a quarter mile leaking his life away bolstered by adrenaline.
He woke the next few hours later being airlifted to Harborview hospital. The chatter around him unsure if he would survive. He knew he would. He played possum the moment he was wheeled into his room in the ICU he fought free escaping out of the emergency room and disappearing into the night. Three months later he was able to stand what he knew and feared he’d become. He made his way towards home dallying where he was allowed learning the rules of the road everywhere he could. Finally accepting his place in the world.
Imprint[/i][/b][/u]
Face Claim: Nicholas Hoult
Pictures:
Roleplaying Sample:
Code Phrase:
Adoptable:
Approved
Name: Colin Wain Damisa
Alias: Cole, Wain to family and childhood friends.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Leopard
Sexuality: Hetero(slightly flexible)
P.O.B: Atlanta, Georgia
D.O.B: December 7th 1989
Ethnicity: Anglo-Caucasian
Blood Type: Ab-
Relatives:
Parents: Robert Damisa, Gladys Damisa
Siblings: Anna Damisa, Rose Damisa, Jimmy Damisa
Descriptions[/i][/b][/u]
Play-by:
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 185 lbs
Hairstyle/Color: Brown varying lengths usually shorn close to his head.
Eye Color: Blue
Figure/Build: Wiry
Scars: Bruises from elbow to collar bone up and down left side. Bullet wound through appendix. Whipped scars across back buttocks and upper back legs.
Piercings: Tongue, Left and right Ear.
Tattoos: DIE FREE across heart. F@CK MOMS in a heart on right bicep.
Descriptive Paragraph(s): A wiry tall drink of water whose main characteristic is his dirty ocean blue eyes. His skin is a patchwork of mistakes close calls and life-lessons learned in the most painful ways possible. The scars he wears are also the story of a boy turned man who learned to survive by any and all means.
Personality[/i][/b][/u]
Likes:
Gambling
Fighting
Winning
Sex most-flavors so long as someone is getting off
Touch
Speed
Dislikes:
Boredom
Silence needs noise of some kind which is why he usually has earphones of some shape or variety in place most times including when sleeping.
Pain
Blow-hards
Anyone who is prejudiced in any form. (Age, race, sex, sexual identity, any and all prejudices are anathema to him)
Bologna
Mashed potatoes
Drunks
Favorite color(s): Black/Gray
Favorite food(s):
French Fries
Pizza
Lobster
Eggs
Favorite drink(s):
Tea (preferably Sweet)
Coffee
Red Bull
Hobbies:
Racing
Fighting
Music
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Determined
Open-minded
Survivor based pragmatism
Mechanically gifted
Sex machine
Stubbornly pig-headed
Constantly plays the odds
Can be disloyal (Not one to go down with any ship)
Hedonistic
Can be cold and aloof
Very touchy and emotional
Can be a user
Looks out for self above all
Will take the easy way more times than not
Descriptive Paragraph(s): What can be said of Colin that hasn’t been yelled at the top of someones lungs at three in the morning in the middle of a rainstorm. Well not much he can and does rub those in his close circle of associates the wrong way. Of course there is a honeymoon phase when his chaotic impishness is seen as a ideal or romanticized but eventually the survivor in him will cause a rift or he’ll just vanish.
Experiences[/i][/b][/u]
Occupation: Mechanic/Whatever gets him paid
Native Language: English
Secondary Language(s): Inconsistent Spanish patois
Primary Skills :
Mechanic Diagnostic/ Repair
Anything Goes Martial Arts
Staff/Club Weapons
Improvised Weapons
Music Theory
Secondary Skills :
Deejaying
Mechanical Maintenance
Grifting
Confidence tactics
Others:
Wilderness Survival
Tracking
Dark Web navigation
Bartering
Rank:
Tier:
Primary Ability(ies):
Secondary Ability(ies):
Character Concept/History: Everyone has bad times Colin had the unenviable pleasure of having nothing but growing up. Others dreamed of being something when they grew up. Doctors lawyers Rockstars or actors. He dreamed of simply growing up. There was nothing in his present at the time that said that was a possibility. In fact the odds were against him for the start. He was born with a caul and his umbilical cord wrapped around his throat. He died twice in the NICU and a third time before he’d made it to his parents twenty-year-old station wagon.
His home life once he was able to remember didn’t change much more. His father was a mercurial man prone to fits of violence punctuated by fits of utter abject horror. He was a man that reveled in being feared. The fear was never more potent than at home where instead of love he engendered a never ending dread.
So he did what those who survived did. The choice was simple overcome or escape. He escaped he ran every chance he got from the age of six until he was finally successful at thirteen. Being on his own he was treated harsher but fairer. What was his was what he could obtain. What stayed his was what he could hold. He learned hard and well. He pushed himself through school never missing a day. He enrolled in trade schools and managed to graduated. While on his way cross country to a job in Washington he was attacked. He survived by setting himself on fire burning the furry musky thing that set on him he crawled a quarter mile leaking his life away bolstered by adrenaline.
He woke the next few hours later being airlifted to Harborview hospital. The chatter around him unsure if he would survive. He knew he would. He played possum the moment he was wheeled into his room in the ICU he fought free escaping out of the emergency room and disappearing into the night. Three months later he was able to stand what he knew and feared he’d become. He made his way towards home dallying where he was allowed learning the rules of the road everywhere he could. Finally accepting his place in the world.
Imprint[/i][/b][/u]
Face Claim: Nicholas Hoult
Pictures:
Roleplaying Sample:
Code Phrase:
Adoptable:
Approved
