Ryel Mercutio

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Ryel Mercutio [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 23 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] January 2nd [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] Heterosexual with limited drive [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] Green Realm [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] Toxin Creation and Dispersal [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Sam Underwood [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Signal

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Has the ability to combine compounds within his body to create specific effects that rival medical and venomous attributes which can be transferred to others through skin on skin contact. [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Though the use of a special organ he was born with, he can create various compounds in his blood, with the right concentration, he can either make the compounds combine to form effects similar to getting a syringe of stuff pumped in you. Whether that be heroine, morphine, or a copperhead venom, he can create it all with enough practice. He can only transfer the toxins he creates through skin on skin touch, using his pores and skin oil as an effective method of transfer. The more contact he manages, the longer and more potent thte effect is on the one given the dose. [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 6’0 [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Black with green stripe [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Green [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Sam Underwood [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: Ryel is a man with quite a bit of taste. Even in the worst of situations, he still manages to find a way to keep himself looking sharp. Due to the catastrophe that has shaken the world, he’s been forced to live quite the traveling life up until late. His clothes have gone from suit and tie, to tatters and rags, back up to suits and ties. It all depends on just how far they are from a city. If he’s out in the country with his group, or on a recruiting mission in the city, he’ll wear the same sort of thing that any of the homeless wear. A torn pair of jeans, work boots, the works. While he’s with his people in his hideout however, his looks must be pristine. It’s only proper after all. He’s a very lean man, with extremely pale skin, and shining bright green eyes. Ever since the realms crashed together, his own green realm connection shines through there. To celebrate his connection, he had a stripe of green added to his hair, to show that he doesn’t fear the realms, and would rather subjugate them, consume them even. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: Politeness and Manners, Games of Wit, The feeling of winning anything, Killing both human and monster alike, power [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Being Lied to, Being disrespected, rudeness, Laziness, Cruelty to children, and [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: Anyone who knew Ryel before the crash would hardly be surprised to have seen what absolute freedom shaped him into. He is a strong leader with unshakable resolve in fighting back against the monsters. He never has a fear of getting his hands dirty and has been known to be one of the most ruthless people to have ever salvaged from the wasteland. Known only as the King of the Subway, and the Green Devil, he is just as known for murdering a crowd as he is known for saving it. Upon meeting him, you’ll notice a powerful presence about him, not due to his own personality, but due to the one that lurks behind the one he shows. Ryel is bonafide insane. The façade of being normal that he held up before the fall has all but been abandoned, instead allowing himself to embrace his lack of compassion to do anything necessary to keep his people alive. His kindness toward his own people is only matched by the ruthlessness and apathy given to strangers. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: Family Doensn’t matter anymore. They were all obliterated anyway [attr="class","appcon"]History: He was born into a house of meth heads who lost custody over him when he was 5 years old. He hopped around from foster family to foster family, always making great strides in school, and never getting bogged down by the constant moving. No foster or orphanage wanted to keep him due to his rather... unsettling demeaner. It'd be subtle at first. A kid crying when nothing was wrong. A housecat suddenly vanishing, but it would soon get much much more obvious. The other kids didn't want to go near Ryel. Many of them taking large precautions to stay away from him. Once, a new child came forward and tried to take a toy from the then 9 year old Ryel. It took 3 staff members to pry his fingers from the other boy's neck. And so it went on until they did a blood sample on him and noticed the toxins in his blood. Many... Many different toxins. He even had glands that no one else had, right next to his liver. After a few surgeries, they thought they'd averted the boy's poisons... But the glands grew back, and they worked twice as hard. He was sent off to boarding school not too long after he turned 14. While at the school he found that there were many others like himself, both in mind and power. He was influenced by a few of them into perhaps having a chance at becoming a full person instead of some serial killer. This was all taken from him when the Realms crashed in. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] Screaming? Why so much screaming? Had he done something? What? Ryel rolled to his side, looking at his clock. Before he’d even been able to get a good look. BOOOM What the hell! He rolled from his bed, looking out his window and felt his mouth go slack, his mouth dry. The students down below were all being attacked by creatures he’d never seen before. His eyes flitted around, understanding how the situation was unfolding. The students were outside. Which meant… The monsters were inside too. He looked toward his door, squinting his eyes and noting smoke starting to collect and waft under the door. He slid himself toward the bed, watching the smoke slinking in. Something had set the school on fire. He needed out of here, and the grounds were a slaughter field. He’d need to find a way out of here. His fingers laced around the duffel bag hidden under his bed. He slipped it over his shoulder, opening the door slowly. There on the ground was a creature… feasting… on a girl. What girl would go to his room during this shitstorm? His mind could only go to one girl. His vision went red, his hand slipping into the bag and pulling out a long butcher’s knife. Pouncing onto the creature, he stabbed it over and over and over, until it no longer moved, and his hand was burned. It must have been a red realm creature. He lifted his hands, looking down the hall, hearing faint screaming, crying, moaning… People were dying all around him, and he was next if he wasn’t out of here soon. He fled down the hall, watching for shadows in all forms, waiting for opportunities to escape… some given due to creatures already having felled their prey. It was gruesome… Extremely careful planning, and a lucky break with a car picking him up, he was able to make his way toward the city. He needed somewhere safe to hide out…. This began the journey. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]