Post by Braxton Grant on Sept 14, 2017 22:31:33 GMT -5
Full Name: Braxton Andrew Grant
Nickname/Alias: Brax
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Six Years Old | 05 - 21 - 2040
Race: Human
Occupation: Hustler/Thief/Jack of Trades
Species Group: Psychic
Play-By: Chris John Milligan
Abilities
Braxton has demon blood in his system and regularly ingests it to stay strong.
Astral Projection - Much like his father and grandfather, Braxton can astral project. However where they excel in other abilities, Braxton excels in this one. He's able to project himself into people's memories, dreams, or even into the spirit realm. He's capable of using his other psychic abilities in astral form and his physical body doesn't even fall unconscious unlike his predecessors.
Pyrokinesis - Like his father and grandfather, Braxton is able to manipulate and create fire with his mind. He's talented enough to create balls of fire that he can hover around him, or to create a lot of flames to catch things on fire.
Telekinesis - Braxton is able to move things with his mind with hardly any effort at all. He's very proficient with this ability, able to move things with his mind very quickly, much faster than most psychics. However compared to his father and grandfather, his telekinesis isn't as strong.
Telepathy - Braxton is able to read minds like it's nothing. He can get through someone's mind in a matter of minutes, seeing anything and everything; from seeing their surface thoughts to seeing their memories, all the way to their childhood. He can even see hidden or forgotten memories that the individual can't remember. It's very easy for him to block out others from reading his mind, and sometimes he can even break other psychic's mental barriers and read theirs. He's able to send demons back to hell thanks to the demon blood inside of him. When drinking demon blood, he's able to send higher ranking demons back to hell as well.
Psychometry - Like his grandfather before him, Braxton is able to read object's histories by touching them. He's able to pick up on psychic impressions (vibrations) left on an object by someone connected to it.
Psionic Draining - Being from a royal psychic bloodline, Braxton has developed the ability to drain other's psychic abilities and power by physical touch, touching something a psychic ability is being used on, or a psionic blast attack. This strengthens his own psionic power.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Demon Blood - He needs it, it's more than a like. He's a bit of a junkie.
❤ Food - He loves food, stuffing his face is one of his favorite pass times.
❤ Tattoos - Braxton loves tattoos, he has quite a few. Some for supernatural purposes.
❤ Sex - He's down to mess around with girls and dudes, he's a pretty sexual person and he doesn't like to attach feelings just because he sleeps with someone.
❤ Smoking - Just another habit of his, he's a cigarette smoker.
❤ Cats - Somehow the little kitties can make him melt and get straight to his heart, he loves cats a lot.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Goodie Two Shoes - People who think their just so good and whatever.
✗ Being Judged - He doesn't give a fuck, and if you annoy him he is also isn't afraid to throw a punch.
✗ Being Told What To Do - Nobody tells him what to do besides himself. So fuck off.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Angels - They intimidate and scare him.
☬ Being Cut Off Demon Blood - He needs it. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't have it.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Find A Life Worth Living
Personality: Braxton is a very relaxed, laid back kind of guy. Give him some demon blood and he's good... Or some other kind of drug. Braxton is very easily addicted to things. He's a really smart guy though, in the sense that he picks up on stuff fast. He doesn't have a hard time figuring things out. Braxton can be a bit adventurous, especially when on a high. He'll be ready to go charge the kingdoms.
Don't try to change him to nag on his ways of living. Because he couldn't give any less fucks than he already does. He's incredibly stubborn and when his mind is made up, that's that. He's not the best guy out there, he can be described as morally grey with some of the choices he makes.
Traits
✧ Relaxed
✧ Clever
✧ Adventurous
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Addictive Personality
✦ Morally Grey
✦ Stubborn
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Parents: Maxwell Grant & Elizabeth Foley
Siblings: Daxton Grant
Other Family: @blair (Aunt), @carson (Uncle), @dylan (Uncle), Liam Stark (Uncle), Cyrus (Partial Uncle), Dante Salvatore (Cousin), Caden Salvatore (Cousin), Tyson Grant (Grandfather), Kennedy Stark (Grandmother), Sawyer Grant (Great Uncle), Jackson Grant (Great Uncle) & More.
Important Others: Kavira
History:
In the world that Braxton comes from the supernatural is common, it's something everyone knows of. Being a creature or someone with magical abilities more or less condemns you to a life of scrutiny and hate. Magical beings deemed not too dangerous are branded with a bar code tattoo on their wrist or back of their neck so they can be kept track of. Not having a bar code is a punishable offense and sometimes results in the death penalty.
Braxton was born to a woman named Elizabeth Foley. He never met his father, and only heard stories of him. Maxwell Grant was the son to Tyson who was a known threat to the world because of being manipulated by a Prince of Hell named Mammon. From what he knew, Maxwell gained a reputation much like his father's and was a wanted man. At the age of 5, Braxton was branded with a bar code tattoo on his wrist as he was shown to have magical powers like his father and grand father before him. When Braxton was 8 years old Maxwell was caught and killed with lethal injection for the crimes he caused.
The government took particular interest in Braxton's life. He was under a microscope as he was related to two known criminals. Braxton got in a lot of trouble growing up, and would face consequences. If he used his abilities in a way that the government thought was dangerous or wrong they would take him to camps where he would be locked away and sometimes tortured.
Braxton hated his life and hated the world; until he met Kavira. She was a demon and offered him a way out of the life he was living. She introduced him into the underground world where creatures and others with abilities hid. It seemed the Hell had a monopoly in selling services to those that needed it. Braxton began stealing and hustling and racked up a reputation much like those before him. Braxton regularly began to drink Kavira's blood and let his abilities grow even more powerful.
If it wasn't for the dimensional collapse in 2062 then it's very likely Braxton would've met a fate similar to his father's. It was chaos, but he loved it. He was in his element and while everyone was afraid around him, he was right at home. He liked the power he felt from everyone else finally being the ones afraid. Once the 6 major powers formed and joined together, Braxton was one of the few who volunteered to go into the past. Did he care about fixing the rip? Not at all. He just wanted to go back and find a life worth living.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
Experience: Lotz
Other Characters: Amitiel , Chris Anderson , Jeff Atherton , @rayne , @malachi , Seth Baldwin , Nova Bennette , Lily Bishop , Joel Crawford , Emily Clark , Darren Covington , @jaxon , Eric Gilbertson , Sawyer Grant , Tyson Grant , Austin Jacobs , Matthew Jacobs , Scotty Jacobs , Stephanie Khang , Zane Lancaster , Isaiah MacIntyre , Mammon , Lorilee McKinley , Aspen Meadows , Heaven Michaels , Tristan Michaels , Ryker Nixon , @hunter , Lizzie Shields , Ethan Sullivan , Jake Sullivan , Luke Sullivan , @declan , @tommy , Dean Winchester , Dean Winchester Jr , Cody Wolfe , @caspian , Samson Zimmerman , Mason Parker , Izzy Anderson , Hope Anderson , @dante , Axel Meadows , Beezlebub , Wyatt Clark , Hudson Cooper , @evan , @zadkiel , Piper Wright , Shawn Miller , Aiden Watson , @suriel , Drake Crawford , Eligos , @lucien , Riley Thompson , Jacob Lawson , Spencer Black , @dylan , @carson , @blair , Caleb Winchester , Myra Norwood , Forrest Montgomery , Leon Chait , Felix Chait , Maxwell Grant , @nicole , samuel , Andy Sullivan , Nolan Pierce , Jordan Donovan , Neil Serge , Bryce Winchester , Alec Parsons , Peter Larsen , Kyle Welch, Lucas Rhodes, Aym, Asher Hunt, Jarek Nolan, Zero, Ben Braeden
RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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