Damon/L'hôte


Damon était assis au centre de sa cellule dans un état presque méditatif. Son haut du corps nu révélant les tatouages qui faisaient partie de lui et la seule raison de ses capacités. Il ne savait pas depuis combien de temps il était ici... ni quelle serait la prochaine ligne d'expérimentation. Ça a alimenté une haine en lui. Une boule de haine qu'il n'avait pas ressentie depuis un moment... c'était presque revigorant.
Un œil gris frais s'ouvrit quand il entendit l'alarme. Puis il a lentement soulevé la curiosité en embrassant ses traits du visage. Il s'est retrouvé à pied dans les barreaux de sa prison et puis... cette voix. Il connaissait cette voix. ...pas elle. N'importe qui à part elle et lo destin aurait c'est que c'était elle et ce destin le détestait clairement. Il sentait son rôle dans les yeux alors que ses mains sortaient des barreaux. de tous les gens pour me sauver
Dans les moments où il pensait être à l'extérieur des bars. Il a levé un front. "Qu'est-ce que tu vas me jeter dans une autre prison non extraterrestre?" Un voyou s'est échappé de lui. Honnêtement, il n'a toujours pas compris pourquoi elle a insisté pour le jeter en prison. C'était presque un point muet. Il tuerait quelqu'un pour être terrible, elle se montrerait... le jetterait en prison, il s'échapperait et donc le cycle s'est passé.
Damon sentit ses bras croiser avant de la suivre. S'il n'avait pas ce foutu collier, ça serait beaucoup plus facile, mais non. Il avait ce putain de collier qui voulait dire qu'il n'avait pas de réalité tatouée.
Alors qu'il se plaignait activement dans sa tête, il a pris un pistolet dans l'un des corps. Puis il s'est arrêté et a aussi attrapé un bâton de métal lourd. Attends, ça s'appelle un bâton... Je n'en ai aucune idée. Il a fait son chemin après les autres et s'est arrêté alors qu'il a aperçu des combats de portail. Un petit soupir l'a échappé avant qu'il ne coure. Atterrir sur un de ces satanés extraterrestres qu'il battait bientôt avec le bâton de métal. Je ne bouge que quand il est mort.
Damon a réussi à regarder à temps pour voir le raideur. Non, c'est ma némésis. Son arme est partie et il a réussi à le frapper. Il n'est resté debout que pour se jeter à un autre... apparemment il était plus dans un traumatisme de force contondant puis tirer. Probablement de cette boule de colère qu'il avait fait tout ce temps.
Name : Damon
Alias : The Host
Age : 22
Gender : Male
Allegiance : Villain
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Written Description:
Damon is tall standing at 6 foot 1 with dark hair and cool grey eyes. He lacks an actual super suit per say and rather opts for whatever he is wearing especially considering his abilities. Often removing his shirt to expose most of his tattoos. The only thing hiding his identity is a simple black mask he wears. The most unique features about him are his array of tattoos that almost seem to pulse with a life of their own. His build is much like an archer lean but clearly capable.
Power Set (only one power per character) :
Tattoo to life: in essence his tattoos can go from on his skin to in reality able to fight on their own showing their own animalistic intelligence but still controlled by Damon. For example the three wolves on his chest can seep from his skin onto the ground at equal size of a real wolf. (Though considering they are tribal the wolves' fur have the same tribal markings on them) they are then able to attack a target or multiple targets.
If his tattoo is "killed" they re appear on his skin and he gets pain.
If a wound goes through a tattoo the tattoo will have the same wound if they appear and it hurts Damon to "summon" them,
The only tattoo without its own intelligence is a pair of wings on his back.
He is also capable of seeing through the tattoos eyes as well
Background story:
Damon was born to a drug addict mother who very quickly abandoned him. Not necessarily a bad thing, but he did find himself moving from home to home as he was adopted then taken back to the foster system. He was odd...and he was born with what looked like tattoos of wings on his back. They were incredibly detailed with talons on the bends of the wings.
Feeling alone and rather unwanted he tried to make himself more sociable. Maybe more likeable. At age 12 he finally found himself in a home. Both parents worked and he hardly saw them, but it was something. He was more of a ghost in school. No close friends but a few friends that didn't know him too well.
At age 13 he was welcomed to the world of being bullied. This caused a ball of hatred to form within him until at age 14 he beat a guy who was bullying another. The guy had received a broken nose and a bruised eye...along with a torn ear from Damon ripping out his earring. He was expelled and found himself in juvenile jail...where he spiraled into the mind set that the world was never fair and that the bullies needed to be bullied.
He did manage to go back to school, but he seemed different. Muscles that were toned and a facial expression that made people think twice. He graduated at 18 and discovered his ability after being shoved off a buildings balcony.
Those wings he had always had unfurled and became real...as if he was meant to have wings, from that point on he got more tattoos (all tribal) and began his role as a sort of punisher.
Flashing forward he found himself in a battle with his nemesis. Long story short..they won and he pulled himself into hiding. It was then he was captured by the aliens.
Tattoo list with locations:
Pair of wings with talons on the bend-Back
Trio of tribal wolves-across upper chest
King cobra-winds around right arm
Asian dragon (when summoned is about horse sized. Capable of fire breathing. Most painful to summon)-winds around left arm
Spider (seems to be black widow inspired. Venom is equal to brown recluse)-right hand
Falcon-Left hip
Puma-Right hip
Hummingbird-Neck left side
Nemesis:
-Orginal: Portal (timemaster)
-new: Daren/ D'ren (Infamous Empath)