Post by Wyatt Clark on Apr 3, 2015 22:24:29 GMT -5
Full Name: Wyatt Fredrick Clark
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Nine Years Old | 08 - 05 - 1985
Race: Human
Occupation: Tactical Emergency Medical Service (SWAT Paramedic)
Species Group: 2nd Generation Deva
Play-By: Nick Zano
Abilities
Health Manipulation - Wyatt can manipulate healing and the healing process, speeding any or all aspects of healing to the point of regenerating, or slowing and possibly even blocking healing if the victim possesses healing abilities such as Regenerative Healing Factor. He can sense the health of anyone and the causes of wounds, diseases or injuries, the health history and possibly even genetic weaknesses and predispositions. He is able to control the mental health of himself and others, causing others to go insane and cause the cured to degrade back. Alternatively, he can heal the mentally ill and make them sane again.
On angel blood Wyatt is able learn to reopen old wounds and re-inflict old illnesses and conditions, or even inflict completely new ones.
Mind Reading - Wyatt is able to read minds but unlike how it would usually work he sees thoughts in the form of words above or around a person. These words are only seen by him and they only manifest from surface thoughts.
Note - Wyatt has no idea he has any kind of abilities and while some health aspects have manifested, his mind reading ability has not at all.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Swimming - Wright use to be on the swim team in high school.
❤ Girls - He likes pretty girls and he’s pretty forward when he has interest.
❤ Smoking - He started smoking in college and has been doing so since.
❤ Bud Light - His beer and alcoholic beverage of choice, usually.
❤ Hostess Treats - He usually has a box in his house somewhere whether it be Twinkies, Ding Dongs, or Hoho’s.
❤ Football - He doesn't like to miss a game and he use to play back in high school.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Ugly Teeth - He like nice pearly whites.
✗ Being Underestimated - He doesn't like being regarded less capable or important than he really is.
✗ Being Stereotyped - He doesn't like being labeled like a ‘jock’ even though he pretty much is one.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Fear Of Intimacy - After getting his heart broken by his ex fiance he is afraid to get emotionally involved with another girl
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☬ Fear Of Dogs - A stupid fear of his, it doesn't matter the size of the dog he has a small fear that they will attack/bite him.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Focus On His Career
Personality:
Wyatt is a very loyal man. Once he is someone’s friend or in a relationship with a woman he is very trustworthy and shows them firm allegiance to them. He is a very athletic guy, he works out, jogs, walks, and he likes swimming and playing sports, mainly football. He can be somewhat egotistical, being very proud in himself and he is usually preoccupied in his own affairs.
Wyatt can be a bit of a flirt and he is direct about it. If he thinks you’re hot, you’ll know. With that said if you’re not his type… Well you’ll probably know that too. He can be somewhat charming at times but others may see him as an asshole. He has no problem with confronting someone and can have an exaggerated sense of his own abilities. Though he actually likes to help people, but usually from more of a physical standpoint. He likes to stand up for girls, help people if they are injured, or even something simple as carrying something or someone or fixing a car, plumbing, or any other physical labor.
Traits
✧ Athletic
✧ Loyal
✧ Helpful
✧ Hardworking
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Arrogant
✦ Aggressive
✦ Egotistical
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Parents: James Clark (Father), Laura Clark (Mother)
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: Tyson Grant, Piper Wright, Addilyn
History:
Wyatt was born to a happily married couple by the name of James and Laura Clark. His birth was a miracle as Laura was told by many doctors that it was impossible for her to get pregnant, so when it happened they saw it as a blessing from God. Wyatt was raised as a Baptist and attended church every sunday with his family until he got in his preteens and he slowly started to go less and less. Not only did he not attend much anymore but his father began to not attend church at all and it left Laura going alone on many Sundays.
Wyatt had a lot of pressure from his father to play football and be the best player his school had. His father would constantly talk down to his son, being called a failure and an idiot on many occasions. Wyatt pushed himself hard in order to play football, swim on his school’s swimming team, and still get good grades. He wasn’t the best football player but he was the fastest swimmer the school had and he had won many trophies for himself and his school. Sadly swimming wasn’t respected in the eyes of his father so he would get in a lot of trouble with him if he messed up in a football game.
Sleep was a foreign concept to him thanks to all of his duties he had to deal with. He had to keep up with football, swimming, school work, hanging with friends, maintain a girlfriend, doing chores around the house and he was made to get a job by his father, so he had to work nights as a busboy at a local diner. All of the stress and restlessness was not a good combination and one night Wyatt fell asleep at the wheel and crashed off of a bridge, into a river below. Luckily he was saved and had to stay in the hospital for a period of time before getting back to his life.
After graduation he decided he wanted to do something in the fields of law enforcement. He attended college easily thanks to his parents being very wealthy and solely focused on his studies. While attending school his father was caught cheating on Wyatt’s mom and there was a big separation and divorce. Wyatt couldn’t believe his father would do that to his mother but he could see in his eyes that he was unhappy with her and though he didn’t approve he kept in contact with his dad.
During college he started up a relationship with a woman named Piper Wright and met his soon to be best friend, Tyson Grant. He and Piper didn’t last too long because he thought she was a crazy bitch, especially after finding things to do with the occult in her apartment. The two didn’t end their relationship well at all and she kept some of his things, including his favorite leather jacket which he fucking hates her for. It wasn’t too long after, maybe a month, that Wyatt got with a woman named Addilyn and the two fell in love… Or so he thought. The two grew very close and he proposed to her and she said yes. The wedding date was coming up but Wyatt found out that Addilyn had started to see another guy and that she didn’t love him anymore. Wyatt’s heart was crushed and he finally understood how his mother felt when his father cheated on her. Through the heartbreak he just focused on his career as a TEMS.
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
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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