Post by Jordan Derulo on Mar 22, 2010 16:28:21 GMT -6
I was wondering, instead of having to create another account, if you guys could simply change the name, color of the name, and custom title thingy below the name of all my characters I'm changing. I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry. =/
Jordan Derulo[/color]
Franchise: Original.
Canon: No.
Custom Title: Paranormal Investigator.
The Basics[/size]
Special Abilities
Weaknesses
Brief History [Spoilers][/size]
Sample Role-Play Post[/size]
Member Information
Jordan Derulo[/color]
Franchise: Original.
Canon: No.
Custom Title: Paranormal Investigator.
The Basics[/size]
Real Name: Jordan Derulo.
Alias: None.
Alignment: Neutral.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Family: All immediate family are either deceased, or Jordan has cut off all contact with each and every one of them.
Alias: None.
Alignment: Neutral.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Family: All immediate family are either deceased, or Jordan has cut off all contact with each and every one of them.
Special Abilities
One: The gift to see ghosts and other paranormal creatures. However, Jordan is gifted with some valuable weaponry. A Colt 44 Magnum, and a classic English longsword. Both weapons by themselves seem nothing more than pitiful weapons that would do nothing against people like The Hulk, Juggernaut, or even Gabrielle. But, the sword alone has been forged by a man whom, centuries ago, had once been a demon that served within the armies of hell, forging weapons for their ongoing fights against the surface-worlders. This demon sought no more than to cease his weapons making, and, soon enough, his wish had been granted through the miracle of reincarnation. He was slain by Jordan's ancestor and had been reincarnated as a human. Oddly enough, he retained memory of his past life. Even more odd, demons weren't supposed to be reincarnated. He took this as a sign and has been a saint within his new life.
Creating a weapon capable of cutting through even the phantasmal creatures of the world, likewise forging bullets that could pierce their bodies and scatter them away. These weapons have also worked on other creatures, such as demons, mythical creatures. You name, Derulo has fought it. He's practically a normal human with the weirdest job in the world.
Creating a weapon capable of cutting through even the phantasmal creatures of the world, likewise forging bullets that could pierce their bodies and scatter them away. These weapons have also worked on other creatures, such as demons, mythical creatures. You name, Derulo has fought it. He's practically a normal human with the weirdest job in the world.
Weaknesses
Well, for one, he's human. He can't be killed easily, given the right exposure. Other than that, he has no emotional bounds, ties, or anything. His friends are either dead or refuse to talk to him, same can be said for his family.
Brief History [Spoilers][/size]
On December 23rd, young Jordan had been born within a local hospital inside the city of Harlem. On the day of his birth, his mother had died during child birth, causing his immediate family to believe that his birth was a bad omen. Because of this, the father was prompted by the rest of the family (both sides) to give Jordan up for adoption. Reluctantly, he did so, handing the child over to child services, only to then be given to a small white family known as The Derulos.
For years young Jordan grew throughout his life with that family. There had been his 'mother', Tara, supportive with all that he did, whether it was in her best interest or not. His 'father', Wayne, who was there whenever Jordan ever needed someone to simply be there for him. Then there had been his two 'sisters', twins, known as Amanda and Ashley. Though he hadn't hung out with them as he needed to, they were there when he needed them, which was what he thought counted.
On his 23rd birthday, two months after his graduation from college, Jordan had been convinced up to this point that there was more to this life than meets the eye. He'd been convinced that the supernatural was... well, more natural than we believe it to be. All but Tara, his foster mother, had cut off all contact with Jordan because of this sudden 'lunatic attitude'.
Tara, giving all the money he'd ever need to keep himself active with the business (freelance Paranormal Detective, that's rich) prompted him to further seek out the business. A week after forgetting about all family ties ('cept Tara) he'd come into contact with Horus, the once-demon-forger, and since then he'd been in business.
(Kinda' lame, but meh.)
For years young Jordan grew throughout his life with that family. There had been his 'mother', Tara, supportive with all that he did, whether it was in her best interest or not. His 'father', Wayne, who was there whenever Jordan ever needed someone to simply be there for him. Then there had been his two 'sisters', twins, known as Amanda and Ashley. Though he hadn't hung out with them as he needed to, they were there when he needed them, which was what he thought counted.
On his 23rd birthday, two months after his graduation from college, Jordan had been convinced up to this point that there was more to this life than meets the eye. He'd been convinced that the supernatural was... well, more natural than we believe it to be. All but Tara, his foster mother, had cut off all contact with Jordan because of this sudden 'lunatic attitude'.
Tara, giving all the money he'd ever need to keep himself active with the business (freelance Paranormal Detective, that's rich) prompted him to further seek out the business. A week after forgetting about all family ties ('cept Tara) he'd come into contact with Horus, the once-demon-forger, and since then he'd been in business.
(Kinda' lame, but meh.)
Sample Role-Play Post[/size]
"You know, I don't know why they call us 'humans'. I mean, weren't they humans?"
The inquisitive tone of voice echoed throughout the halls of the hotel floor, causing various guests to the inn to stir in their sleep, while some complained non-stop about the fact that it was three in the morning, yet that voice simply couldn't cease it's chatter.
"I don't know, sir," replied a more masculine voice, while the other held a short of child-like nature to it. "I'm just here because you called for room service."
"Hmm? Oh, no. I was bored. You s-"
"SIR," the voice of the employee roared, provoking a man across the hall to yell even louder than previously, banging on the door where the source of the noise could be located. "I KNOW YOU'RE A PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR, FINE. YOU INVESTIGATE FOR GHOSTS. WE KNOW GHOSTS ARE REAL. OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU HUNT DEMONS, TOO. TELL US ANOTHER FOURTY F*&KIN' TIMES, WHY DON'T YA?!"
"... Actually, I was just going to say that you sound like Patrick, off of Spongebob."
".... Oh."
The inquisitive tone of voice echoed throughout the halls of the hotel floor, causing various guests to the inn to stir in their sleep, while some complained non-stop about the fact that it was three in the morning, yet that voice simply couldn't cease it's chatter.
"I don't know, sir," replied a more masculine voice, while the other held a short of child-like nature to it. "I'm just here because you called for room service."
"Hmm? Oh, no. I was bored. You s-"
"SIR," the voice of the employee roared, provoking a man across the hall to yell even louder than previously, banging on the door where the source of the noise could be located. "I KNOW YOU'RE A PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR, FINE. YOU INVESTIGATE FOR GHOSTS. WE KNOW GHOSTS ARE REAL. OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU HUNT DEMONS, TOO. TELL US ANOTHER FOURTY F*&KIN' TIMES, WHY DON'T YA?!"
"... Actually, I was just going to say that you sound like Patrick, off of Spongebob."
".... Oh."
Member Information
Hello! My name is Red and I have been a member on The Grey Divide since you were in diapers. The other characters that I role-play are: Red, Wrath. I hope you approve me!!!
