Post by D.Nickillo.Williams on Jun 13, 2011 18:40:44 GMT -5
Name: Mr. Daimmian Nickillo Williams
Date of Birth: 21st July, 1912
Place of Birth: Kilkenny, Ireland
Age: 32
Profession: Scientist (At least that’s what he went to school for.)
Appearance:
His family tells him he dresses like a nobleman after a fight; suit pants and jacket rumbled with his shirt tails flying in the wind. His sandy, gold hair is always a mess but his blue-green eyes are keen and never miss a detail. It’s why he’s so good at his job.
Personality: He has a rouge, rebellious outlook on life but he is as quick to laugh as he is to tempt into anger. He’ll happily back you in almost any adventure you can think of as long as it doesn’t interfere with his job. Now this is where he truly shines. While there isn’t much common knowledge to be had about Mr. Williams’ work life we do know a few things. He works for a highly secretive research foundation called Sanctuary and it means he travels constantly. We also know it’s a job he loves enough to sacrifice his whole family for.
Blood Type: Confidential
Race/Special: Abnormal classified Human.
History: Little to none is known about Daimmien after he turned twenty-two. If you have the luxury of finding this man’s true name, the name you now have I suppose, you might be able to look into his past. He was born in Ireland to a relatively normal and quiet family. He was the youngest child of Clarera and Henry Williams. Henry was a tailor, he and Clarera lived humbly like he was raised and raised their children to be the same. Daimmien went to school until he was fifteen and helped his father in the shop after.
They seemed to live a happy life then, one year later on his father’s birthday he went out to wait for his sister Abby at the train and when they made it back to the house the rest of the family was dead. His older sister continued her life in Dublin with her new husband but Daimmien was sent to the states to live with their mother’s brother. Christopher Rayn Madigan did what he could to try and help his wayward nephew but nothing seemed to help, until he met Ellena that is.
At eighteen he was going to school to one day be able to support himself and his new wife, to all appearances he had turned his life around. They were still living with his aunt and uncle four years later when he was about to finish his degree and Ellena was about to give birth to their first child. He was taking his final test when she went into labor. She and the baby both died before he got home.
After months of locking himself away from the world he just disappeared. Only his sister Abby survives from his immediate family and she hasn’t heard from her brother in years. After that there have been sightings of him. Daimmien is always clean, well fit and toned, but ruffled and always on a mission of some sort.
He has a bad past, one that would break most souls, and it torments him but he uses the pain to fuel the drive to fix the world. So he protects the outcasts from the world and the world from the outcasts.
~Family~
Parents: Clarera and Henry Williams (deceased)
Sibling: Abby (married and still in Dublin), Charrolette (deceased) and her twin Danny(deceased)
Spouse: Ellena (deceased)
Children: Deceased at birth, he was too grief stricken to find out if he had lost a baby boy or a girl.
Sample Post:
Daimmien crouched at the edge of dead end bridge, looking out over the slow moving river. He knew he should be heading back to Sanctuary but he just couldn’t bring himself to go there right now. He was having ‘one of his moods’ as Joan would put it and he was dangerous right now. Even with all the rage coursing through his veins he could still sense something sinister moving through the air below him. Slowly he stood, the wind catching his trench coat as he looked out over the river again. Joan would want to know there was an abnormal in this part of town as soon as possible. Which ruined his night but what was new there?
Fifteen minutes later he was pushing open the heavy, over sized doors and walking into Sanctuary. The sky had opened on his quick walk over so that now he found himself as drenched as a drowned rat but hey, it had cleared his mood. He smiled as a frimilular clattering came from his right and moments later a young girl came stumbling down the hall with an arm load of warm, soft towels. "Hello Miss. Areizbe."
She was small, with delecate features. She was one of the abnormals housed here at Sanctuary that was so close to being about to pass for human it ached to know they wouldn't be accpeted in socitey. Her face and eyes were soft in a way that didn't seem possible for her sharply angeld cheek bones and triangular face. Besides the shape of her face she was covered in shimmering scales the color of coffee with heavy cream. She was beautiful and only fifteen years old with a heart he'd only ever seen in two other people in his life. As he watched her cross the enteryway her grate slowed and started to show the hints of how gracefull she would one day be. "Hello Master Williams..." her voice was soft as she spoke and handed him a towel. "I assume you need Joan, she's in the Cerullian Hall sparring with my brother."
He nodded and started to walk off before stopping and turning back to her, gently he placed his hands on her upper arms and bent low to kiss her on the cheek like only an older brother does. "Its good to see you up and about again Ree." with that he was off to find his boss.
Date of Birth: 21st July, 1912
Place of Birth: Kilkenny, Ireland
Age: 32
Profession: Scientist (At least that’s what he went to school for.)
Appearance:
His family tells him he dresses like a nobleman after a fight; suit pants and jacket rumbled with his shirt tails flying in the wind. His sandy, gold hair is always a mess but his blue-green eyes are keen and never miss a detail. It’s why he’s so good at his job.
Personality: He has a rouge, rebellious outlook on life but he is as quick to laugh as he is to tempt into anger. He’ll happily back you in almost any adventure you can think of as long as it doesn’t interfere with his job. Now this is where he truly shines. While there isn’t much common knowledge to be had about Mr. Williams’ work life we do know a few things. He works for a highly secretive research foundation called Sanctuary and it means he travels constantly. We also know it’s a job he loves enough to sacrifice his whole family for.
Blood Type: Confidential
Race/Special: Abnormal classified Human.
History: Little to none is known about Daimmien after he turned twenty-two. If you have the luxury of finding this man’s true name, the name you now have I suppose, you might be able to look into his past. He was born in Ireland to a relatively normal and quiet family. He was the youngest child of Clarera and Henry Williams. Henry was a tailor, he and Clarera lived humbly like he was raised and raised their children to be the same. Daimmien went to school until he was fifteen and helped his father in the shop after.
They seemed to live a happy life then, one year later on his father’s birthday he went out to wait for his sister Abby at the train and when they made it back to the house the rest of the family was dead. His older sister continued her life in Dublin with her new husband but Daimmien was sent to the states to live with their mother’s brother. Christopher Rayn Madigan did what he could to try and help his wayward nephew but nothing seemed to help, until he met Ellena that is.
At eighteen he was going to school to one day be able to support himself and his new wife, to all appearances he had turned his life around. They were still living with his aunt and uncle four years later when he was about to finish his degree and Ellena was about to give birth to their first child. He was taking his final test when she went into labor. She and the baby both died before he got home.
After months of locking himself away from the world he just disappeared. Only his sister Abby survives from his immediate family and she hasn’t heard from her brother in years. After that there have been sightings of him. Daimmien is always clean, well fit and toned, but ruffled and always on a mission of some sort.
He has a bad past, one that would break most souls, and it torments him but he uses the pain to fuel the drive to fix the world. So he protects the outcasts from the world and the world from the outcasts.
~Family~
Parents: Clarera and Henry Williams (deceased)
Sibling: Abby (married and still in Dublin), Charrolette (deceased) and her twin Danny(deceased)
Spouse: Ellena (deceased)
Children: Deceased at birth, he was too grief stricken to find out if he had lost a baby boy or a girl.
Sample Post:
Daimmien crouched at the edge of dead end bridge, looking out over the slow moving river. He knew he should be heading back to Sanctuary but he just couldn’t bring himself to go there right now. He was having ‘one of his moods’ as Joan would put it and he was dangerous right now. Even with all the rage coursing through his veins he could still sense something sinister moving through the air below him. Slowly he stood, the wind catching his trench coat as he looked out over the river again. Joan would want to know there was an abnormal in this part of town as soon as possible. Which ruined his night but what was new there?
Fifteen minutes later he was pushing open the heavy, over sized doors and walking into Sanctuary. The sky had opened on his quick walk over so that now he found himself as drenched as a drowned rat but hey, it had cleared his mood. He smiled as a frimilular clattering came from his right and moments later a young girl came stumbling down the hall with an arm load of warm, soft towels. "Hello Miss. Areizbe."
She was small, with delecate features. She was one of the abnormals housed here at Sanctuary that was so close to being about to pass for human it ached to know they wouldn't be accpeted in socitey. Her face and eyes were soft in a way that didn't seem possible for her sharply angeld cheek bones and triangular face. Besides the shape of her face she was covered in shimmering scales the color of coffee with heavy cream. She was beautiful and only fifteen years old with a heart he'd only ever seen in two other people in his life. As he watched her cross the enteryway her grate slowed and started to show the hints of how gracefull she would one day be. "Hello Master Williams..." her voice was soft as she spoke and handed him a towel. "I assume you need Joan, she's in the Cerullian Hall sparring with my brother."
He nodded and started to walk off before stopping and turning back to her, gently he placed his hands on her upper arms and bent low to kiss her on the cheek like only an older brother does. "Its good to see you up and about again Ree." with that he was off to find his boss.
