Post by Selim Resha on May 3, 2010 1:15:53 GMT -6
Selim Resha
The Basics
- Real Name:Selim Resha
- Alias / Codename: Selim goes by the alias Miles Asher, which is his actual name backwards. This stops the authorities from finding him...Easily, that is.
- Gender: Male
- Age: 17
- Affiliation: Villain
- Canon / Original: Original
- Face Claim [if original]: Josh Hutcherson
Personality[/size][/font][/color]
Desriptive Words[/u]
- Masochistic
- Psychotic
- Sadistic
- Suck Up
- Talks behind peoples backs
- Cocky
Powers & AbilitiesWeaknesses
- Selim has shown that he has perfect aim when it comes to projectile weapons, such as guns, bows and arrows, anything. Most police have often compared him to the super villain, Bullseye when it comes to this matter. However Selim considers himself far more dangerous, simply because Selim doesn't have to use anything he can get his hands on.
- Selim is able to form weapons from nearly thin air. This is a mutant ability and ever since it first activated Selim has made good use of it. Any of the weapons he creates he gains full knowledge on how to successfully wield them. His most created weapons are between variations of guns, and bows and arrows.
- Selim also has limited teleportation, which, as opposed to most teleporters, does NOT make a 'BAMF' noise. However he can only use his teleportation four or five times without exhausting himself.
- Selim is only mortal, meaning he can be affected by disease, illness, and can be killed.
- Selim is easily exhausted after porting more then five times.
Biography[/font][/color]
The Role-Player[/font][/size][/color]Selim was born on a cold winters night in Salem, MA when his parent's were visiting the town. Coincidentally, they named Selim after the city he was born in. Though the curse of the town would prove true, by the age of three Selim began to display psychotic traits, being abusive to both humans and animals. His parents treated him as if he was a little angel, however, Selim grew yo hate his parents with a passion because of that reason. By the age of five he knew he didn't deserve to be treated the way he did. And the fact that he was treated the way he was, angered the young boy.
- Current Residence:New York
It took a few years, but by the team he was eight he'd become so rotten and... Evil that not even his parents could handle him, beating them nearly every chance they got. Which only cause Selim to laugh, they were making his intentions worse. Falling right into Selims little plot. For a boy so young, he had a complex mind. He was secretly plotting his parent's murder. But the one question was, where would he get the weapons? Two years passed, and a now ten year old Selim was being punished for murdering an animal of some sort, possibly even a human. during one of the times his father was beating him - brutally. Selims mutant power kicked in, and he formed a pistol, then shooting his father in the head and later on that night, cutting his mothers head off with a katana.
A few nights later, after being moved to an orphanage, Selim ran away. As such a young boy he ran away from his home state of California, to Salem, Massachusetts. His birth place. And adopted the alias of Miles Asher, moving into an orphanage until he was sixteen and then he legally emancipated himself. Since then, he's worked as a freelance assassin, and has come to New York with interest in rumors he'd been hearing of Wilson Fisk - The Kingpin.
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- Name: Branden
- Experience:Three or four years. Leaning towards the latter.
- Characters: Bobby Drake, Garnet Til Alexandros XVII, Rikku, Bunny Tsukino, Jean Grey, Jill Valentine(Dropping)
- Custom Title: Your Worst Nightmare
[i]Your [color=red][b]Worst[/b][/color] [u][color=maroon]Nightmare[/color][/u][/i]
- Other Notes:I like pie... Not really.
- Sample Role-Play Post:
The target was in sight. Excellent. Selim expected nothing less from... Himself, really. Holding his hand outwards a sniper rifle appeared in his hand. Peering into the scope, Selim noticed the target was a moving target. Excellent. Gripping the trigger, a smirk appeared on the youn mans face as he pulled back, and the target fell silently over. The bullet embedded directly in his foreheard. Lifting his cell phone into eye sight, he hit the redial button and got a quick answer. "Target one has been eliminated flawlessly....... What? Did you expect it to go a different way? Imbecile." Selim said, flipping the phone shut.
"Imbecile. Foul mouthed cretin. He will be my target by the time this assignment is over." Selim said, an obvious annoyed tone in his voice as he disappeared in a puff of smoke, and reappearing in front of his second target, who was obviously panicked. It was a young woman, only about three years older then Selim himself. Pity. "What.. What do you want with me?!" Selim grinned at her question and placed his finger on her cheek, pushing her face to meet his. "Now, dear. Do hush and this will all be over sooner then ever, understand?" Selim said, his grin widening and he kissed the woman directly on the lips, of course, she pushed him away and Selim frowned, forming about ten throwing knives in his left hand. "Now that wasn't nice, was it?!" He snapped, a sadistic grin appearing on his lips. "You know you enjoyed every second of it.. Don't try to lie. Your body language says it all.,,, To bad you have to die. I'll enjoy your screams of agony and terror." Selim said, staring the women directly in her green eyes. She began to scream, loudly, trying to find anyone who could hear here. There were no people around for miles. He threw about three of the knives at a time, one landing on her right knee, left palm, and chest. Throwing the rest, they landed in random places all over her body, until one finally hit her in the skull, effectively going through the skull and piercing her brain. Selim grinned. "Pity. We could've worked out a deal."
"Imbecile. Foul mouthed cretin. He will be my target by the time this assignment is over." Selim said, an obvious annoyed tone in his voice as he disappeared in a puff of smoke, and reappearing in front of his second target, who was obviously panicked. It was a young woman, only about three years older then Selim himself. Pity. "What.. What do you want with me?!" Selim grinned at her question and placed his finger on her cheek, pushing her face to meet his. "Now, dear. Do hush and this will all be over sooner then ever, understand?" Selim said, his grin widening and he kissed the woman directly on the lips, of course, she pushed him away and Selim frowned, forming about ten throwing knives in his left hand. "Now that wasn't nice, was it?!" He snapped, a sadistic grin appearing on his lips. "You know you enjoyed every second of it.. Don't try to lie. Your body language says it all.,,, To bad you have to die. I'll enjoy your screams of agony and terror." Selim said, staring the women directly in her green eyes. She began to scream, loudly, trying to find anyone who could hear here. There were no people around for miles. He threw about three of the knives at a time, one landing on her right knee, left palm, and chest. Throwing the rest, they landed in random places all over her body, until one finally hit her in the skull, effectively going through the skull and piercing her brain. Selim grinned. "Pity. We could've worked out a deal."