Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 2:41:49 GMT -5
Full Name: Henry J. Lawrence
Nickname: Joe, Joseph, Lawrence
Alias: Wyvern
Age: 24
Date Of Birth: 11/11
Occupation: Nomad, "Hero"
Species Group: Wyvern [Approved by Moderators]
Play-By: Tom Welling [Smallville]
Abilities
Shapeshifting Like their paternal species, a Wyvern can change from their Draconic form to a completely human form, granted due to their cursed blood they retain small draconic features. For example, retaining their slit reptilian irises, scales on their elbows, necks, and hands. Most notably small horns which hide in their line. However, these small differences can be overlooked with the use of makeup, sunglasses, hats, and gloves.
Super Strength: A Wyvern possesses incredible physical strength. They have been shown to be able to easily overpower another human being through sheer physical force. Although, as a Wyvern, they are nowhere near as strong as a Dragon. he is still capable of displaying enough strength easily lift and toss an armored vehicle [five tons]. If a Dragon were to meet one of their ‘children’ in combat, a Dragon would easily be able to tear their cursed descendants asunder.
Super Speed: A wyvern is much faster than ordinary humans, being able to run five miles in under two minutes. They are, of course, nowhere near as fast as a dragon who would be in one place one moment and another place far away in another moment.
Super Stamina: A Wyvern does not tire easily.
Super Senses: A Wyvern, like their predecessor, have enhanced senses.
ThermokinesisBy comparison to a Dragon’s, whose are hot enough to melt metals and incinerate humans with their touch, a Wyvern can melt metals and cause intense burns to humans rather than simply incinerate them.
Limited Invulnerability: All Wyvern possess limited invulnerability, possessing incredible resistance to human firearms, basic lacerations, and falls from great heights. They have shown a significant resistance to intense blunt force, primarily shown with interactions with an iron crowbar. For a more immediate way to slay a Dragon rather than just beating them senseless for days on end, you may wish to return to the basics. Use a sword forged in their Paternal species blood to pierce their scales and kill them.
Natural Longevity: Although being cursed, the Wyvern species has shown to be extremely long lived, after reaching the age of 18 in their human form they will grow approximately one tenth the rate of a humanoid. Aging once every ten years.
Flight: While in their Draconic form a Wyvern can fly utilizing their large bat-like wings which takes the place of their arms. While flying they can reach a speed of up to 150 miles per hour.
Special Inventory
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤Food: Lawrence’ dietary needs are much more accepting than that of a Dragons, as he doesn’t need to eat human flesh in order to survive. He has been on many occasions seen eating greasy foods that would be considered unhealthy by most humans, as well as raw steaks and on one occasion, an entire cow while in his Wyvern form.
❤Protecting People: Lawrence has found some joy in protecting humans from
❤Music: Lawrence enjoys most music found in 70's to 90's rock.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗Demons Dealing out to mortals what they desire most at the cost of most of their life. Giving them only a few years to live with that gift. Lawrence despises demons to their very core.
✗Hearing people Cry Lawrence himself despises it when people are unhappy, crying. When other creatures cry, men, women, vampire, werewolf, Angel [if possible], he feels obligated to help them or cheer them up. It’s like watching an old man cry, Lawrence just can’t do it. He doesn’t care who or what is doing it, he hates hearing people cry, and he will do anything to stop them from crying. Old man crying? Lawrence will help him remember happier times, share some candy [God knows the man doesn’t have any teeth and would like some candy], maybe even go over some old war stories with the man. A baby crying? He’ll make funny faces and care for the baby. Lawrence will find a way to stop the horrid noise.
✗Cats Lawrence hates cats. This is the simplest of his dislikes.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬Becoming Inhuman Lawrence has stated on countless occasions that his "Life" began when he was adopted into his human family. The events beforehand are meaningless to him, all of the bloodshed of wild animals, and he wants nothing more than to forget those events. He fears losing touch with his humanity.
☬Losing his human family: The only family that Lawrence ever knew he left behind on a farm to protect them from his actions and use of his abilities as a Wyvern. His actions near their farm in Pennsylvania could have brought the attention of countless hunters, and him staying there would have just brought them back to him.
Goals (At Least 1):
★To protect Humans: Lawrence, despite being a member of a species of descendants of Dragons, has shown that he has a deep and complex understanding of the differences between good, and evil. Having been shown kindness and raised by a small family of farmers on an apple farm, he feels compelled to protect humans, weak, strong, it doesn't matter. He wants to protect them, fight for them, and defend them. those of whom cannot fend for themselves he will gladly tear the world apart for, protecting them against whatever comes to face them. This is likely one of the reasons why he despises Demons and some forms of monsters, they meddle with and ruin the lives of human beings.
Personality: Lawrence is a self-contained and good-natured individual, and falls under a very strange disposition in both the human and monster aspects of earth. No, he isn’t a vampire or some form of self respecting monk werewolf, he’s a dragon. To put things into perspective, Lawrence, he is a Wyvern, a Wyvern that was raised on a farm by a group of humans who found in him in
Two traits of Lawrence’s personality that have been prominent for most of his life have been his positive and optimistic view on humanity as well as his self-loathing and self-pity of not being human. Lawrence strongly believes that feelings such as compassion are synonymous to the human race, and thinks humans are, on the whole, noble beings. He has often expressed a desire to be human and a disdain towards his draconic heritage, probably because he feels his biology hinders his humanity despite several people telling him that humanity is more than biology. Lawrence on many occasions has been told that he has some form of a Hero complex which causes him to perform good deeds regardless of what is actually going on. Despite this his ‘humanity’ is in fact hindered, he views himself as more than one and more often than not is internalizing harsh thoughts.
Lawrence is described as a sympathetic, kind, and generous young man with a great sense of justice, making it clear that he is not only reasonable but just as well, even among the monsters. Those of whom he meets often question his motives on how and why it is that he has come to be ‘peacemaker’ if you could call it that [please see paragraph four or so on reasoning]. But he is nonetheless reliable and very kind to those he is around. Lawrence holds equal regard to both monsters and humans. He is dedicated to his own cause, the systematic protection and eradication of monsters who dare try to acquire their “dinner’ by consuming innocent human beings. The punishment he carries out is a dire one, as he will shamelessly beat a monster, whether it be vampire, werewolf, wendigo, demon, to a bloody pulp.
Despite how Hunters view Creatures and treat them, Lawrence is shown to have a great love for humanity, which was instilled by his adoptive father, Jack Lawrence. At first, Lawrence will appear as a shy and reserved person. As a Wyvern [with very visible physical effects such as scales on his forearm and hands, horns underneath his hairline and his eyes], Lawrence has trouble maintaining and keeping friendship between humans. leaving him with little to speak of, even some of his family avoided him due to his dietary needs and that dare harm the humans he protects in his immediate area. He usually spends most of his time reading when in his human identity, the particular kind varies from Novels to comicbooks which have been uploaded into the phone he has. He willingly takes blame and punishment from others so that he can be someone who doesn’t hurt people, but rather absorb the torment. However, this lack of assertiveness normally gets him ‘beaten’, if you can call it that.
However, Lawrence isn’t very gentle. He’s intelligent, though his particular mannerisms, his ‘quirks’, masks his great abilities of deduction and true crude Wyvern nature, making those he does meet who are near him or older than him question his abilities. As a Wyvern, Lawrence has on occasion been known to take very drastic measures in order to solve something problematic, as displayed when he chained a human father that had been abusing his children and wife to the top of a Police Cruiser for “chuckles”. Some of his tactics are a bit questionable, despite the result usually turning out well his methods are somewhat violent and usually result in more damage than what its worth, such as said beating of his foster uncle, while other times his methods seem bizarre to those involved. He is also shown to have a dry sense of humor, and he isn’t above making sarcastic remarks to people. Although he tends to be polite, to some.
He has been shown to be very prone to swearing, indulging in the simpler things in life, and in
Traits
✧Indomitable Will
✧Determined
✧Charismatic
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦Somewhat disconnected from humanity
✦Willing to do anything to protect humans
✦One-track mind
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Parents: Adoptive: Jack Lawrence and Olivia Lawrence, Biological: Amenadiel [Dragon]
Siblings: Countless unnamed Wyvern Brothers and sisters
Other Family: Adoptive: Uncle Cletus Lawrence, Countless unnamed Dragon Uncles/Aunts
Important Others: N/A
History: The egg had been hundreds of years ago by the final “wife” of Amenadiel [for those of whom that are reading this please feel free to ask about 'Amenadiel', and why a Wyvern's father has the name of an Angel. Blah blah blah, cursed dragon baron in the 14th century, pissed off a wtich, all of his babies are weak dragons.], who had carried with her the egg for many years before her age finally caught up with her over a hundred years ago in a forest of Pennsylvania. The mother dying there right beside the egg soon after. For a hundred years it would sit and wait until one faithful night during a meteor shower which struck the community of _____, Pennsylvania, on November Eleventh, 1992. An unnamed Wyvern had wandered onto the Lawrence Farm, when he arrived the cattle began to make loud noises which brought the attention of “Pa” Lawrence, with his blunderbuss [nice gun, Pa.] Along with his Wife, Olivia, the two would go to investigate the disturbance and discover a child crying among the cattle stirring up the ruckus, appearing no older than two or three with no clothing, identification, or even any ability to speak english aside from groans and low growls. Jack and Olivia Lawrence found him in the grazing field where cows had been either sleeping or feeding on grass: unable to have children themselves, the Lawrence’s adopted the young orphan and raised him as their son. After calling in a few favors from some folk in a courthouse they managed to make it official as of 1998.
The Wyvern who would later be inducted into the Lawrence family would be named Henry Joseph Lawrence. He was now merely a child when he was adopted, having lived an uneventful and abnormal life as a Wyvern child wandering the wilderness until he had been found by the two loving farmers. Having been cast out of his unforgiving life into that of a normal child’s, soon forgetting his heritage and being introduced into human society where he could become ‘normal’, as he himself had been mistooken for a normal child with no name.
From there on Henry had an ordinary life, having no visible changes from his human appearance, learning english, how to write, even making friends in kindergarten. It wasn’t until the two parents discovered that Lawrence was considerably stronger than other children at an early age, Jack Lawrence noticed his strength the moment he brought him out to the barn to learn about the farming equipment to help around when he wasn’t at school. It was the moment when he hit the tractor did they notice, knocking it over with a single hit. The very same day he would crack the kitchen table in half and put holes in the walls during tantrums, once lifting a five hundred pound bed frame to help his mother with cleaning the house on a weekend.
Because Jack and Olivia did not want him to inadvertently injure other children, Henry was not allowed in playgroups or to play on sports teams as a child. His father also once mentioned that he was never allowed to play baseball with other kids. Indeed, in an attempt to protect one of his friends from a bully, he once threw the other child through a door. It was around the age of eight did Henry’s other abilities begin to develop, super speed, enhanced senses. The christian family would teach Henry that his ‘abilities’ were gifts, but that he should also never tell anyone else about them. By the time he was fourteen, he knew that he was adopted, but he seriously began to question his strange abilities the moment his scales and horns began to grow.
Soon after, Henry discovered that he could transform into a large dragon-like creature and back again at a moment's notice, this brought the attention of his parents back to him, as even they didn’t quite understand what had happened to the small child they had brought into their home. Nonetheless, he was their son, and they were accepting of him and what he had become and could become. He was a dragon of some sort, one they had raised and taught to be a relatively good person by comparison to what they could have made him into should he have been left out in the field.
Lawrence would grow over the following four years before it became clear that he had to go find answers, at the age of 22 in 2016 Lawrence would give his parents his farewells and take the money he had earned from working on the farm with him to go find the answers to what he was. To learn what exactly caused his hands to glow a bright red and burn things that he touched when he was emotional, what enabled him to transform into a creature with leathery wings and scales, his strength and speed.
Alias: Joseph, Joe, Jo
How did you find us?: I got a random message about this place over Chatango from the moderator Hellhound.
Experience: 7 Years of Roleplaying Experience, three of which on Proboards.
Other Characters: Nope.
RP Sample:
Lawrence climbed the series of ladders and stairs to his target’s building, he knew they were already there, their leader going through that stupid inspirational speech making it seem as though they were going to actually live to see day tomorrow. Lawrence could hear it, and it was horrible. The door at the top of the stairs was cracked open. He stood there in silence all the while their master was saying something slightly annoying, it's whiney voice was horrible.
“My Children, I hope history is kind to us all. I know they will blame me for the fall, but it is a proper repercussion to our actions, and it will all be for the greater good of our kind... I wish there was a better way out, but our lead scientists have shown that there is no way out. This is the end... ” Standing over the countless creatures that wore masks, discerning their organization within the strange warehouse facility. The eyes of these creatures were opened easily. “Rise.” This was starting to sound like a cult or church sermon“There is much to be done.” They were more than happy to join the madman standing above the pseudo beings. Lawrence just stood there and chuckled in the background, slowly but surely using the forced perspective aspect of his hand so close to his eye, squishing their heads with his fingers.
What these beings worked for wasn’t at all a righteous cause, it was actually a pathetic one working towards existing and killing, and Lawrence knew this. On the edge of their dawn wasn't the destiny their leader saw, it was all but bloodshed and the horrible disfigurement of his 'sons'. What they once saw on the edge of dawn was nothing more than a fantasy that would result in the deaths of innocents... Okay enough monologuing, Lawrence was getting bored with what they were saying, ”I am really tired of having to go on a wild goose chase every time a pretty gal is snagged up from the street to feed some freaks…”. In a moment’s notice Lawrence would begin to generate heat in his hand, storming through the doors, punching the nearest guard they had, melting the creature’s flesh in the process.
In a blur Lawrence would move through the pews that had been set up in the warehouse, greeting each sitting member of whatever cult was going on here with a broken jaw and a melted face.
One, two, three, four. One by one the glowing red fist of the boy would burn through the skulls and bodies of the masked men and women, destroying the environment partially in some places, melting steel around him as he landed blows on the heads striking some of the masked men, piercing their flesh with his claws bringing them down to their knees, holes made through their chests in unorganized fashion. “I’m going to ask you once. Where, have you been putting, the humans.” Lawrence would utter to himself to himself. “One night it was clear, my children, my Kin... What colors you truly gleam. You were not meant to serve, you were meant to feast on the flesh of mortals! So our little church was formed! Wait... Are some of you tired? Maybe it is time for a na- wait a minute. Who invited the boy in the black coat?”
There couldn’t have been more than ten or twenty men wearing strange masks in the room, some of which were on the ground bleeding out due to the large holes in their chests, missing vital organs. It was a small team of masked buffoons. They turned, startled, and looked at Lawrence; the hint of a smile crossed their leader’s face face, blood on his coat. He motioned, not at Lawrence, but at the figure standing in the shadows behind him. The soldier would shut the door violently and attempt to knock Lawrence to the side, but with no avail.
Lawrence had blindly motioned towards the soldier with a blank expression on his face, with a single arm turning the man upside down and throwing him over his shoulder into a desk nearby. There were no actual words shared in between Lawrence and the leader who sat there. Lawrence simply stood in silence and stare at the man. All the while the soldier that he had thrown began to groan in pain “He just flimpped me..”... This being was clearly concussed.
“Child! What are you doing to my children! It’s bad enough that they’ve been bringing hunters to my doorstep, but killing my minions isn’t helping ME!” There was the clear ‘owwies’ and ‘mama help’ from the still living monsters that hadn’t been killed as of yet. Lawrence would just tilt his head as if he didn’t understand what they were saying… Simply uttering how bad it actually smelled in the joint under his breath “Jeeze this place smells horrible… Honestly some fabreeze right now would really help.” He was stating their heights. “I-I don’t know who you are, or why you’re here. But I will kill you if I have t-.” Lawrence would begin to walk towards the man at the pedestal, slowly taking off his sunglasses to reveal his reptillian eyes, running his hands through his hair to reveal his horns. “Listen, please don’t kill any more I need them to complete my visio-”. Followed by Lawrence’s interruption “Listen. You’ve been ‘feeding’ these things human flesh, I want to know where you’ve been keeping your livestock.”
Their unnamed and undescribed leader’s eyes would grow cold as Lawrence casually strolled up past the dead bodies. Frowning as he did so, walking along where he would meet the eyes of their leader and raise his fist. This of Lawrence had become clear, he had no intention of allowing the man to leave alive, the leader slowly backing up off the podium as Lawrence opened his eyes. “Y-Your eyes!?!” To which Lawrence would reply with a smile and the loud utterance of a word ““You didn’t hear a damn question I asked, did you?”, Lawrence would clench his fist and punch a hole straight through the man’s mask and skull, the fangs of the creature grazing across the seemingly indestructible scales that covers his hand.
I Henry J. Lawrence have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: Batman
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