Post by Kincaid on Feb 5, 2010 4:36:29 GMT -5
Kincaid O'Connor
is the only reason we're famous
" I don't dance"
S IS FOR THE SIMPLE NEED
i'm loving what you wanna wear
[/color]is the only reason we're famous
" I don't dance"
S IS FOR THE SIMPLE NEED
i'm loving what you wanna wear
NICKNAMES: Kincaid
GENDER: Male
AGE: 52
SEXUALITY: Straight
MEMBER GROUP: Other?
GOOD/EVIL/NEUTRAL: Neutral
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
FACE CLAIM: Paul Bettany
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E IS FOR THE ECSTASY
i wonder what's up under there
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2. He is 52, but looks to be in his mid-thirties.
3. He is unaware of his heritage.
4. His abilities include a resistance to physical damage and aging, enhanced strength and reflexes equivalent to a vampire and a resistance to heat and fire (his demon mother was a fire demon) and a slight empathic ability (from angelic father).
5. Most of his abilities are unknown to him.
6. The religious organization that raised him wanted to use him to eradicate every "affront" to God, vampires, demons, fallen angels, werewolves and all manners of weirdness. He rebelled, but fell in love with this hidden society and does odd jobs every now and again.
7. He has a wry sense of humor, which masks a very sensitive nature.
8. He wants to eventually find his parents and find out exactly what he is, as his abilities perplex him.
9. He rarely uses his physical attributes, instead preferring to get by on his wits and resourcefulness.
10. While he doesn't need to eat, in the strictest sense, Kincaid loves food.
11. Kincaid hates stupidity (perceived) and has no problems making his opinion heard.
12. Due to his reluctance to use his innate abilities, Kincaid is an accomplished marksmen with a variety of guns. However, he mostly uses a pair of Desert Eagles.
13. Kincaid has succumbed to the allure of the drug culture. He first experimented with drugs in the seventies and hasn't seen any real reason to kick the habit. His drug of choice is cocaine.
14. He is an atheist, and hates church of any sort.
15. His father, due to the frantic and illicit liaison with the fire demon, became a fallen angel and is completely unaware of his son's existence. Instead, he has been driven mad by his fall and roams the earth in isolation.
16. Kincaid is a fan of suits, likes to be well-dressed.
17. He was actually responsible for the assassination of JFK, he took the job on a bender and cocaine binge.
18. He can be bought, the buyer just needs to find the right price.
19. His favorite food: Gourmet burgers.
20. Always seeks out the dirtiest, skeeziest dive in every town he arrives in, before going on a quest for the town's best burger.
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X IS TO MARK THE SPOT
wonder if i'll ever have it under my tongue
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whoa there, my name is Dave Plaid and i happen to be of the male species. i currently have 24 number of candles on my cake but i've got a year of experience and plenty of enthusiasm under my belt. i found this sexy site through affiliations and like the good little member i am, i know you want me to say death. by the way, you can contact me via pm or through email. now i'll show you what i'm made of.
A light shone in the wastelands, a small pinpoint of illumination that pierced the murk. A small ragtag family sat around a firepit, eating rations and speaking in hushed tones. All wore gas masks and constantly cast alert, searching glances over each other's shoulders; these were the wastelands, the badlands, after all. Marauder territory, but even worse, the desolation contained the Neo-mutants. Cast-off's from any and all society and polite company alike, they roamed the surface world without fear of nuclear retribution – after all, what more could the poison in the air do to their ravaged bodies?
The leader of this small, fearful group looked deep into the hearts of his family. There he found terror, and resignation. It was time to tell the histories, a tradition dating back to the beginnings of this holocaust as a way to pass the nightmarish nights. Historical records had been lost but this, this kept history alive so that one day, in happier days, their stories would once again be written.
“Gather round children, it is time.” Every masked face turned at the muffled voice, all noise silenced to better hear. All remained attentive, however, on the world outside their firelight.
“Long ago, when I was young, the world looked much different. Great cities scraped the skies, reaching for the clouds. The mutant race was young, in those days, although it is still young now. The human race was in its prime and was threatened by the power wielded by our people. Then, we had schools for you youngsters, a place for you to learn and grow instead of listening to your old man's ramblings.” At this point, an appreciative chuckle rose from the small ones, quick and sweet.
The speaker's mask shifted, as if he smiled underneath it, before continuing. “The human's tried everything to push the mutants down, and heroes rose to defend our race. But as with anything good, evil must arise as well. The heroes of our people were met with those of us who would assert dominance over the human's, whom they referred to as “flat-scan's”. Epic battles were waged, between our people – much as it is now – and also between the human's. Eventually, it looked like the human's were going to win. They forced us into holes and guarded living facilities. Everywhere we went, we were regarded with suspicion and fear. Resentment rose, and like minded beings banded together to fight back. It was inevitable that war should break out, and yet no one except the most cynical could have foretold where our actions would take us. Well, except for the prescient, but they weren't telling anyone.
“Forces fought, and eventually converged in the capital of the human race: Washington D.C. There, our fates were sealed. The battle raged for weeks, with many dead on each side. Enmities between mutants were forgotten for the time, so great was the force assembled against us by the human's. The fight became known and Genesis: Battle over Washington. A fire manipulator was present, one of great power. To this date, no one knows her name and that is truly an irrelevant detail. At the peak of the battle, she unleashed all of her power. So great was the force, that it halted the fight in it's tracks. Many thousands died, human and mutant alike. Unfortunately, one such mutant was known as Lady Ion. Her power was to absorb energy, but she could not release it. She tried to absorb the Fire Manipulator's attack, but it pushed her over the edge. In the end, the explosion was much greater than if she had left alone: her power was added to the conflagration. The human's assumed it was a foreign attack, taking advantage of the chaos created by the battle. This idiocy, apparently only believed by the leader of the country, led to a nuclear attack.
“For five years, the human's fought amongst themselves, using their most devastating weapons on each other. Mutant's involved themselves, either directly in combat, or in efforts to diminish the repercussions of the dire explosives. It worked, and this is what we were left with. Many places were saved through mutant efforts, but many more were lost. Even then, our people worked to mitigate the fallout, energy absorbers even giving up their lives to save the land. In the end though, it was too much. Too much destruction.”
This is the beginning of a plot I wrote for another rp site that, sadly, never took off.
The leader of this small, fearful group looked deep into the hearts of his family. There he found terror, and resignation. It was time to tell the histories, a tradition dating back to the beginnings of this holocaust as a way to pass the nightmarish nights. Historical records had been lost but this, this kept history alive so that one day, in happier days, their stories would once again be written.
“Gather round children, it is time.” Every masked face turned at the muffled voice, all noise silenced to better hear. All remained attentive, however, on the world outside their firelight.
“Long ago, when I was young, the world looked much different. Great cities scraped the skies, reaching for the clouds. The mutant race was young, in those days, although it is still young now. The human race was in its prime and was threatened by the power wielded by our people. Then, we had schools for you youngsters, a place for you to learn and grow instead of listening to your old man's ramblings.” At this point, an appreciative chuckle rose from the small ones, quick and sweet.
The speaker's mask shifted, as if he smiled underneath it, before continuing. “The human's tried everything to push the mutants down, and heroes rose to defend our race. But as with anything good, evil must arise as well. The heroes of our people were met with those of us who would assert dominance over the human's, whom they referred to as “flat-scan's”. Epic battles were waged, between our people – much as it is now – and also between the human's. Eventually, it looked like the human's were going to win. They forced us into holes and guarded living facilities. Everywhere we went, we were regarded with suspicion and fear. Resentment rose, and like minded beings banded together to fight back. It was inevitable that war should break out, and yet no one except the most cynical could have foretold where our actions would take us. Well, except for the prescient, but they weren't telling anyone.
“Forces fought, and eventually converged in the capital of the human race: Washington D.C. There, our fates were sealed. The battle raged for weeks, with many dead on each side. Enmities between mutants were forgotten for the time, so great was the force assembled against us by the human's. The fight became known and Genesis: Battle over Washington. A fire manipulator was present, one of great power. To this date, no one knows her name and that is truly an irrelevant detail. At the peak of the battle, she unleashed all of her power. So great was the force, that it halted the fight in it's tracks. Many thousands died, human and mutant alike. Unfortunately, one such mutant was known as Lady Ion. Her power was to absorb energy, but she could not release it. She tried to absorb the Fire Manipulator's attack, but it pushed her over the edge. In the end, the explosion was much greater than if she had left alone: her power was added to the conflagration. The human's assumed it was a foreign attack, taking advantage of the chaos created by the battle. This idiocy, apparently only believed by the leader of the country, led to a nuclear attack.
“For five years, the human's fought amongst themselves, using their most devastating weapons on each other. Mutant's involved themselves, either directly in combat, or in efforts to diminish the repercussions of the dire explosives. It worked, and this is what we were left with. Many places were saved through mutant efforts, but many more were lost. Even then, our people worked to mitigate the fallout, energy absorbers even giving up their lives to save the land. In the end though, it was too much. Too much destruction.”
This is the beginning of a plot I wrote for another rp site that, sadly, never took off.
'CAUSE THAT'S THE ONE I REALLY WANT
yes, sex is always the answer, it's never the question
hey, hey, hey, this app was made by SASS ATTACK ?! aka AJ at CAUTION 2.0. Changes were made by the admin of Hush!
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