Post by zeke on Sept 20, 2009 18:50:17 GMT -5
Ezekiel Raymond Alexander.
19.male. wild.mutant.
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WHAT CAN YOU DO?Ice manipulation: Zeke can form and manipulate ice to his very whim. He can makes weapons and anything he needs at any moment in time. People would assume he doesn’t have control over the ice he’s just cooling down particles to freeze things, but that’s not true, he actually makes ice out of thin air. He has worked hard to learn to control this ice ability but, one thing he cannot control is the cold feeling people within a five foot radius feel around him. Zeke never catches a cold because his body can withstand the extreme cold, so when he is nervous he exhibits flu like symptoms, a runny nose, sore throat and sneezing. When Zeke is sad, it snows over him, like on a normal person that’s sad in a picture it would rain but it also gives him the ability to control snow to a degree as well.
Darkness manipulation: Zeke has the power to control dark energy. He can make a darkness gate which will allow him to pass through dimensions and pass through walls, he cal also open a gate in thin air to reach his arm through and open another down a hallway, that’s the farthest he has ever dared test that. He can also create tentacle like appendages from the walls or his body to bind someone or attack them and use it as a whip. His favorite attack though, is where he turns into a dark form of himself, a living shadow with his features all outlined his white and his eyes glow white. In that form he can move fast, almost like he disappears and reappears whenever he feels.
TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!Zeke was born in London England by Jonathan and Emily Alexander. He was never a very tame child, always off on his own and causing trouble, even at a very young age he was always getting into fights. He personally liked stealing, being a pit picket, that is until age ten when he tried to pit pocket the wrong person. Charles Leblanc, a very skilled magician, caught Zeke trying to steal from him, impressed by his skill he took Zeke under his wing, teaching him the secrets of illusions and all things magic, even broadening his pit pocketing skills.
Unfortunately, like all stories the tragic happened and Leblanc was killed in a shooting, leaving Zeke alone once again. It was at age twelve he found a love for the guitar, practicing magic and the guitar kept him out of trouble, well… out as much trouble as he used to be in anyway. He still needed to bring in money for himself, his parents didn’t have much of it so he was on his own, stealing money and things to sell, it was easier with the teachings of his late mentor, no one was of the wiser. At age thirteen, when he was being brought into puberty, he got interested in girls, mostly the ones with black hair and piercing the darker ones turned him one tattoos as well, and he considered himself the untamable boy, always the wild one. Something else life changing was bestowed upon him as well, gifts, gifts no mortal man he had seen ever possessed.
At first it was small changes, his body became colder, his skin paler. Then it started to get painful as he had to endure hypothermia and a voice, it was telling him to unleash the cold, and the dark within him. When the worst was finally over he spent months locked in his room, trying to learn and control his newfound abilities. It wasn’t until he was fourteen he decided to emerge from his room, feeling ready to take the word for what it was worth. He scoured all of England, stealing, making contacts. He felt he was getting to big for England and wanted something different, and one full moons night he confronted a beast, one that would decide his fate forever.
A werewolf, one that was stalking Zeke himself, he up until the had only assumed they were works of crazy writers and delusional movie makers. The monster wolf snarled and growled wildly as it chased Zeke down. But didn’t expect to be bound by dark tentacles. Even a werewolf wasn’t strong enough to break the binds of darkness, which gave Zeke the idea to make connections with the monsters. After slaying one he caught a ship to the states, New York City to be exact, making connections with werewolves and vampires to, once he found out they were real. He made friends with them, and they taught him to fight, he knew he would never be as strong as either of the creatures but he sure could keep up with them.
wow, i'm glad to be joining URBAN ARCANA. my name just so happens to be Zeke, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Randy Romance. i've been doing this for about 2 years on and off, so i pretty much know how this all works.
The moon shown high in the night and fog lay thick on the ground. Zeke walked through the fog without fear of the night or the creatures that it held. He was looking for a bank, one with no security guards, one where he could just walk right in, take some money and be out in a matter of no time. Usually, people don’t walk into bank vaults and walk right out, but then again usually people don’t have the ability to make a door of darkness that allows people to pass through walls. Zeke, however, can and Zeke just happened to need money and he didn’t like working very much, so stealing was his only other option. Zeke continued to walk down the street, passing by closed liquor stores and drugs stores as he walked. This felt like what could be called a bad side of town, perhaps the bad ones should be careful in who they decide to hustle tonight.
Finally, after what seemed like hours Zeke finally came to a bank. He put the hood up on his jacket that he was wearing and ran up to one of the walls and placed his hand softly one the cold, hard brick that made up the bank. A black circle formed and seemed to grow from under his palm, and it got bigger and bigger until it seemed like someone could walk through it effortlessly. Zeke smirked and walked through his darkness gate and what luck, this time it brought him straight into the vault, no work necessary. He looked around, like always in awe of the sheer amount of money in each and every vault. He started loading his pockets with hundred’s and fifties and a couple tens and twenties here and there, so nothing would look suspicious
Zeke left the same way he entered, careful not to make anything look out of place so that no one would be of the wiser anytime soon. He walked down the road with a smirk on his face and his hood still up, his hands were in his jacket pockets and his wallet and pants pockets were filled with as much cash as he could fit in them. He took turns down many back alleys to remain out of sight, all while trying to look normal. It was then he came upon a group of men hanging out in one of the many alleyways and they looked at him and all had not-so-innocent smiles on their face. Zeke smirked and thought to himself “bad side of town indeed” he walked closer to the group as their assumed leader spoke up, “hey, you lost?… maybe for a fee we could help you”.
Zeke laughed, “you shouldn’t worry about helping me, people like you should worry about yourselves” the leader of the group’s face had a smug look on it, they all got out their respected weapons and grinned wildly. Zeke held out his hand and from his palm and beautiful swirl of and icy mist started to form and form and transformed into a sword. By the time the thugs realized it was he was a mutant it was too late, even the tenants in the apartment buildings could hear the screams of the thugs on the ground below.
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
