Name: Ryan Knightride
Looks: Stands at 6'5". His hair is pure white and his eyes are the same, his pupil all that keeps his eyes semi-normal for it is the standard black. He wears black, unless he is in a storm, then he is naked, fully...
What they are: He is not really a creature, more like a mutant in a way? He is a man infused with lightning itself, it was painful to have done.
Weaknesses: His weaknesses are the ideas of others finding out about his inner demons, he has slight problems with his temper and he is quick to comeback with a narcissistic remark.
Likes: He likes not many things. He only likes a few people, mainly a dog at his side and the locket and knife that he has as an heirloom.
Dislikes: People, anything that does not go his way, and the secrets hidden in the sanctuary.
Powers: He can control lightning. He is in tuned to that of the thunderous storms that range over the land.
Personality: Dark, mysterious, and cocky. He is not the best person out there and he never will be.
History: He has none other than his family is dead, sister murdered, and that he changed his name from its original Jackson Nightingale.
Other: He has a tattoo on his left shoulder. It is a stags head, all white with a black outline to show against his skin.
Clan he wants to be in: The Driven.
Rank: Leader or anything he can get.
Rp example: A scream crashes through the darkness as the bashing of lightning lashes at the ground. The bright light flashes then vanishes just as the scream silences and a man is bent on all fours, pain escaping him in screams as bones snap and break, blood seeping from wounds, vomit emitted from his pale lips. Blue eyes bugging out of his head as another scream of agony leaves his lips and his body crashes to the ground as another crash of lightning sounds. The man was no longer bent, but he was not standing either. His body was arched towards the sky as a strike of the white lightning crashes into his body, sending white jolts of electricity through his already roaring blood.
The storm stays thundering, crashing, banging. The man screams and cries as the agony attacks his body. Nothing made sense other then the calling of the lightning to the man bent into a horrid position with white light shining from the streams of blood in his body called veins. His eyes, no longer a pale blue but now white, flash open as danger shoots from them into the heart of the dark forest where the lightning was taking place. This area of the world was locked into a storm, one that was rocking through this young mans blood and turning him into something new. A thing that would not be allowed to be set free unless you could learn to turn it down. This power, a light and electric power was able to blow you to pieces, or in this mans case, change your life for good.
One last scream sounds before suddenly time stops and the man rises form the ground, stark naked and his white skin glistening with beads of sweat rolling down his back and legs. His white hair was bright and his white eyes were dark for the iris the was only thing in his eyes left with any color other then white. His hands were still at his side, his muscles jumping as he holds in a scream before it rips free form his lips, but it did not sound human. The scream sounded like the snap and clap of thunder and lightning leaving his body.
Last edited by Mist
on Sat Jan 14, 2017 2:02 am, edited 1 time in total.
LGBT we all know what this is, we all wonder why it is there, many know the answer, many do not. Pay attention to the surroundings that you pass by and the people you turn your nose at. You may learn something new.