Post by evan on Apr 13, 2021 23:02:30 GMT
Face Claim: Matt Champion
Name: Durante Dragoste
Alias: Dante
Species: Mutant
Age: 22
Orientation: Pansexual
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Mobster, sells drugs on the side.
Power: Pyromania
Can light his fingers depending on how long he flicks/slides them against other parts of his skin. (ie. Tapping his knee emits a low flame.) Any contact with his own skin more than a few seconds will ignite a small flame and grow higher with time. If he tries hard enough, rubbing his arms against his sides, he can engulf himself in flames. When clothed, he's safe from starting accidental fires.
How doesn't he burn himself you ask? Well, with time, he learned, the more he trusted himself not to burn himself, it didn't happen. But if he got nervous, doubted himself - it did burn. Overtime, he's adjusted himself to trust in the way he makes his movements and uses his powers.
Appearance: 5'7 & 147lbs --
Average for the most part, born with black hair that he tends to dye blonde every so often. It changes from time to time, whether he gets lazy or not. It's mainly a midnight tradition, a manic move that he tends to make.
Personality: STONER | PESSIMISTIC | BLUNT | BRUTAL | CONFIDENT
Skills:
Origin:
Came from a large family, six sisters and eleven brothers. Two mothers and one father who liked to fuck a little bit too much, he barely knew most of his brothers and sisters, but tried to get close to the ones he did know. His mothers were complete opposites of each other, one favoring a different way of parenting and the other kind, a wiccan who favored letting her children run free. Cynthia, his biological mother, she was a woman of a free spirit and never let parenting tie her down - though always came when called. "Red" was his other mother, not that he really considered either one of his mothers, a "step" mother. He'd been raised to respect them both - when his father was around. Red seemed to cater to him most, finding him in the times of his depression and mania and carving him into a young mobster. She was never a gentle woman, coming from a life that she never spoke of. She always came off more of a 'General' than a mother, but it was what he needed. At least she gave him the time of day. Cynthia tried, she had come when called and always seemed to turn his chin up when he thought he was a monster, he'd done shit he shouldn't - it was common in their family, for his anger issues and powers. Frank, his father, was barely around. Whether it was the mafia's business or the call of lust - he didn't know. Then again, what father would want to spend time with his obscene amount of children when he could find love and company with one snap of his fingers; having girls crawl to him, power was fucked; corruption. Maybe that's why Dante never had a desire to climb the ladder. Dealing, it was easier. It wasn't power. It was a lowlife task. One left to him, the little money it made for the big wigs. His father that he couldn't get out from under. Trapped in a life of the streets and his father's ever-watching eye.
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Name: Durante Dragoste
Alias: Dante
Species: Mutant
Age: 22
Orientation: Pansexual
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Mobster, sells drugs on the side.
Power: Pyromania
Can light his fingers depending on how long he flicks/slides them against other parts of his skin. (ie. Tapping his knee emits a low flame.) Any contact with his own skin more than a few seconds will ignite a small flame and grow higher with time. If he tries hard enough, rubbing his arms against his sides, he can engulf himself in flames. When clothed, he's safe from starting accidental fires.
How doesn't he burn himself you ask? Well, with time, he learned, the more he trusted himself not to burn himself, it didn't happen. But if he got nervous, doubted himself - it did burn. Overtime, he's adjusted himself to trust in the way he makes his movements and uses his powers.
Appearance: 5'7 & 147lbs --
Average for the most part, born with black hair that he tends to dye blonde every so often. It changes from time to time, whether he gets lazy or not. It's mainly a midnight tradition, a manic move that he tends to make.
Personality: STONER | PESSIMISTIC | BLUNT | BRUTAL | CONFIDENT
Skills:
Origin:
Came from a large family, six sisters and eleven brothers. Two mothers and one father who liked to fuck a little bit too much, he barely knew most of his brothers and sisters, but tried to get close to the ones he did know. His mothers were complete opposites of each other, one favoring a different way of parenting and the other kind, a wiccan who favored letting her children run free. Cynthia, his biological mother, she was a woman of a free spirit and never let parenting tie her down - though always came when called. "Red" was his other mother, not that he really considered either one of his mothers, a "step" mother. He'd been raised to respect them both - when his father was around. Red seemed to cater to him most, finding him in the times of his depression and mania and carving him into a young mobster. She was never a gentle woman, coming from a life that she never spoke of. She always came off more of a 'General' than a mother, but it was what he needed. At least she gave him the time of day. Cynthia tried, she had come when called and always seemed to turn his chin up when he thought he was a monster, he'd done shit he shouldn't - it was common in their family, for his anger issues and powers. Frank, his father, was barely around. Whether it was the mafia's business or the call of lust - he didn't know. Then again, what father would want to spend time with his obscene amount of children when he could find love and company with one snap of his fingers; having girls crawl to him, power was fucked; corruption. Maybe that's why Dante never had a desire to climb the ladder. Dealing, it was easier. It wasn't power. It was a lowlife task. One left to him, the little money it made for the big wigs. His father that he couldn't get out from under. Trapped in a life of the streets and his father's ever-watching eye.
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