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Player — Arnold Other Characters — No Information Name — Blamis Larkin Age — 23 Gender — Male Sexual Preference — Straight Alliance — Infected Powers — Invisibility, Aerokinesis Appearance — Blamis is rather tall and skinny and he likes it that way. His long brown hair covers his eyes at times which is a clouded blue, as if they were mist. Windows to his tortured soul. Obscured from reality. He always wears dark clothing. Which fits him greatly and supports his moods. Which is not good for some. Wears a long trench coat at night. Which he believes supports the claim of him being a criminal. Has a little facial hair. Giving him a scruffy look. He stays very fit, very strong. Probably because hes running away from a crime scene. Or otherwise running away from police or hunters. He always keeps a sword on himself for personal use, for it was the weapon that he used to take the life of his lovers killer. He carries it with him to do the same damage to those who twisted his life. To hack away the deadly ties of corruption, loose throughout the city. Be wary though. Sometimes, you may never see him until its to late. Personality — Blamis always keeps to himself. Remains quiet. But he was not always so. Sneaky at times, but he has to be given by the fact of his powers. He always is clear-minded, very calm with little outbreaks of his turmoiled emotions. He has a huge heart, but it is forever broken, never to be repaired again for the loss he had to endure in order to live day to day. Blamis is very cunning. And is wary of his surroundings, is always watchful thanks to his ill past. He is overly cautious at times and Never roams with others, only on his own. Blamis never stays in one place. He is always moving. Keeping his tail clean of Hunters or losing them in the process. At nights he often stares at Roxy's picture ready to cry himself to sleep. At whatever place he stays. History — Blamis's real first name was actually Nick. He grew up in Seattle, Washington. Growing right off the beach with his family. His family consisted of 4 siblings plus his parents and his grandparents (on his fathers side of the family). His father served in the Iraq war. And his grandfather served in World War 2 bringing a lot of world War items from Japan. As well as a sword he had gotten off of a dead soldier, he later gave it to Nick. His mother was a librarian who broadened his desire for books. He later moved to L.A. for job opportunities as a newspaper writer for the city. A long time ago he had a lover who became infected with Jaydis, as Nick also did. After taking the "cure" they began to have aches and pains all over, large headaches for Roxy and bone deep pain for Nick. Later they begun to have pain, the feeling as if tortured going through their system. A few days later though, they were pain free. No more pain with anything. Which was a relief. So they continued their normal lives, soon realizing the subtle changes within themselves after their gruesome transformation. They knew Salmonella was an epidemic, but had no idea that Jaydis became one as well. They became part of the infected race on September 12, 2008. Reborn five days later on September 17. At first, they were scared at what they had become. Were they freaks? Would they degenerate? How would everyone react to them? What was happening? Nick started to began to disappear, also blowing around mysterious winds when he walked by. Roxy gained the ability to move objects with her mind. Sometimes, Nick would wake up floating 5 feet in the air, with Roxy sleeping soundly. Not very comfortable when you land on your head. A few weeks later they began to be able to control at least somewhat of their abilities. Those last weeks were of a peace that Nick wished he'd still have. One night, at what time Nick couldn't remember, he heard their house door banged down with a loud crash. At first he thought he would hear police but he only heard silence. Roxy had begun to stir in the sheets alarmed of the the sound. Nick got out of the bed taking a baseball bat and became invisible. He pocked his head out the door looking around. No one was their. He went out did a 360 degree turn and saw no one. Until he noticed that someone was in the room he was then blasted at the wall. Stunned, electrified. The man above him who had hid in the curtains with a spark of light in his palm starred down at Nick, with a glare of a insane greedy man. The smirk on his face showed of his carelessness. But his smile hung no mercy. He took a gun behind his belt pointing it at Nicks head. Smiling with glee. Seconds later a roar or scream came from the bedroom. Roxy came bashing in with a face of rage. She levitated the man up and threw him with her mind toward the bathroom but he then pointed the gun at her. Shooting as he flew across the room. Roxy then slumped down breathing hard. Nick scrambled toward his lover. She had a shot towards the heart. Tears streamed down his cheeks, salt mixing with his blood. Taking her hand and putting her head to his shoulder cradling her in his arms. She began to say I'm sorry. But Nick said do not apolagize. She then asked him if he had remembered when they first met. If he remembered what she had looked like. He said you looked like an angel out of my heart. And i was your knight in shining armor. She then begun to cry and said "farewell my love," taking her hand across his face, wiping his tears from his eyes and then abruptly dropping her arm to the floor. Her body then slumped to his arms. Feeling her life draining away. Nick then sobbed kissing her cheeks trying to get her to wake up but she was dead. He then screamed, a roar of death, agony, sadness. He put her body to the floor, taking care not to harm her and walked towards the bathroom. The killer was crawling out of the bathroom, bruised and bloodied. His left arm crooked. Will took his sword out of the bedroom and headed towards the man. Now that Nick could see him he looked ordinary. Like an everyday crook. With his black jacket his gun across the floor, his skin white. Nick unsheathed his samurai sword, the steel gleaming in the moonlight laying it across the assailants neck, asking him who he was working for? Who was he? The crook laughed and spit out blood. "You'll be dead by tomorrow. Just like your whore friend laying over there. Dead and bloody." He laughed insanely as Nick screamed and hacked off the mans head. He could then hear sirens coming down the streets. He ran to the bedroom grabbing his trench coat a pair of jeans and a picture of him and Roxy. Running to the living room he leened over Roxy, kissed her on the head and told her, "I Will make them pay. I promise. I love you." At that he ran out crying, sheathing his sword becoming invisible and running down the street with gusts of wind in his wake as he ran in the night with the siren lights at his back. Nick then changed his name to Blamis, swearing to God that he would take the fight to the Government and releasing those captured by Hunters. Taking an oath of the warrior and releasing his fury on the city. Unleashing gales of wind and a shining sword upon his back. He will always keep the promise he gave to his love. Even in his grave. Other — Blamis was a man of books. He was once a writer, but now he researches prime officials in government and roams L.A. at night for those captured and to warn others of the diabolical genocide of traitorous Infected called Hunters across the city. Post Log — No Information  My Post Log |
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