Post by Daxton Grant on Apr 21, 2018 22:25:22 GMT -5
Full Name: Daxton Bleu Grant
Nickname/Alias: Blue, Dax
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Seven Years Old | 12 - 23 - 2039
Race: Human
Occupation: Ex Soldier
Species Group: Psychic
Play-By: Brant Daugherty
Abilities
Pyrokinesis - Like his father and grandfather, Daxton is able to manipulate and create fire with his mind. He's talented enough to shape the fire into huge creatures like dragons, birds, etc.
Telekinesis - Daxton 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. He's mastered this technique so much that he can use it to create "flying" and even use it to power up his own physical attacks to make them do more damage.
Telepathy - Daxton is able to read minds. He can't just skim through minds like it's nothing. It's actually rather quite hard for him to do.
Empathy - Daxton is able to connect with another person or animal's feelings by looking into their eyes.
Super Strength - Daxton is incredibly strong for a human, he can lift vehicles with ease thanks to the demon blood.
Electrokinesis - Daxton is able to use electricity to shock and fry things upon touch.
Special Inventory
Hallowed Event Perks
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Pizza - Daxton loves pizza, like a lot. If he is able, he'll eat it all the time.
❤ The Quiet - Sometimes he has to just sit alone in silence with his own thoughts.
❤ Having A Good Time - Though he hasn't been able to in a long time, he used to love to just have a good time and party.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Being Told What To Do - It drives him nuts, he's his own boss. Don't try and bark out orders.
✗ Getting Close To People - Everyone he cared about has died or is just, gone. So he has a hard time getting close to anyone.
✗ Cyrus - He destroyed the world and fucked everything up. He hates him more than anything.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Being Alone - Daxton fears he'll be alone forever. He loses everyone he even remotely cares about.
☬ Cyrus - As much as he hates him, he also is incredibly fearful of Cyrus. How can someone have that much power?
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Try And Be The Person He Used To Be
Personality: Daxton was forced to change who he was, but those parts are still somewhere deep within him. He was lighthearted and a bit of a goofball. He liked making people laugh, and was very much the class clown type. But when Cyrus destroyed his world and took over, Daxton was forced to become cold and reserved. He lost everyone he cared about and it just made him even more distant. He didn't let the people he cared about go without a fight though, as he's very protective and will lay his own life down on the line to protect them.
Daxton is stubborn, but it can be good sometimes. He has an incredibly strong will and can push his way through things that others may not be able to. He has a bad temper, but that helps push him even more. He's been known to do some questionable things when angry.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):
✧ Goofball
✧ Protective
✧ Willful
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Distant
✦ Reckless
✦ Temperamental
Parents: Maxwell Grant (Father), Trina Grant (Deceased)
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: N/A
History:
Daxton was born to Maxwell and Trina Grant. It was a happy day, but it was also a devastating one as Trina died in childbirth from hemorrhaging. So growing up, it was always just Daxton and his pops. Maxwell had a little bit of resentment towards the kid, but he still loved him. Daxton could always feel that feeling of his father blaming him for his mom's death and because of it, he learned to kind of blame himself too. In school he was a pretty good student, a goofball mostly. He had abilities much like his father and wasn't afraid to use them.
When Cyrus took over the world, it was horrible. It wasn't even a take over, it was just a complete destruction. Cities were wiped out and millions of people died. Millions. It was because Cyrus was brought back by the Mark of Cain that was put there by a Winchester. It was always their fucking fault when the world would go to shit. Apocalypse? Oh yeah, Winchesters are to blame.
He lived with other survivors in a world that Cyrus shaped into whatever he wanted. Whenever the monstrous demon heard of survivors, he'd wipe them out. He created a zombie apocalypse essentially with his intense reality manipulation and that alone fucked over the world. He was their God. So when the dimensional collapse happened it was a blessing. Not only were they somewhere new but Cyrus wasn't there! Daxton finally could relax and stop losing people. He helped do what needed to be done to get the US stabilized, having incredible experience with his apocalyptic world. When the opportunity came to go back in time Daxton took it. He wanted to try and get a normal life again. Even though he didn't know if it was possible.
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, Braxton Grant, Malik Cohen, Dante Salvatore, Caden Salvatore, Dustin Grant, Tyson Grant Jr, Logan Winchester
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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