Post by Miss Jack on Jan 26, 2009 0:29:32 GMT -5
Name: James “Ghost Smiler” Donovan (almost everyone just calls him Donovan)
Age: 362
Gender: Male
Group: Dream. God help any Nightmare that crosses his path.
Occupation: Renegade.
Appearance: Donovan has the straight up build of a nobleman. He’s tall, around six foot two, and thick in the chest and arms, but his waist tapers into a slender build and his legs are long and suited to breeches (which he never wears). His eyes are sharp, penetrating, and the hazel green color of dying grass. His left brow has a diagonal gash through it that continues down the outside corner of his eye. His hair is blonde and tousled, but almost always covered by a worn, gray fedora hat, a’la Indiana Jones. The lower half of his face is entirely covered by a bandana. Going by his visible features, he has a handsome face, but underneath the bandana, his mouth and entire left side of his cheek and upper neck is ravaged with deep, gruesome scars.
Personality: A man of few words, Donovan has been hardened and embittered by life. He is cold and doesn’t speak unless spoken to; partly due to anti-social tendencies, and partly because the scars around his mouth make it hard to pronounce certain words. He’s very observant and perceptive, and in terms of strategy, quite brilliant. His self-discipline fluctuates, and it’s never a good idea to mess with him on a bad day. His ruthlessness and aptitude in killing reveal his true nature; deadly, violent and bloodthirsty.
Powers: He’s the dream of a guardian angel, ironically enough, and has the ability to heal people, and sometimes see briefly into the future. He can sprout wings, but almost never does as to do so also causes him to light up and glow, and hat and mask are dispelled by the ‘radiation’, if you will.
Other Information: During the Great War, his face was badly wounded, and being literally too horrific to look at he was quickly shunned from the constantly striving perfection of Dreamland. He fought until the end of the war, racking up an impressive body count. For being a guardian angel, he has an ironic talent for taking lives. Sometimes, if his bandanna slipped, and his victims saw his face, they thought he was of the undead, and so the nickname Ghost Smiler came about.
Age: 362
Gender: Male
Group: Dream. God help any Nightmare that crosses his path.
Occupation: Renegade.
Appearance: Donovan has the straight up build of a nobleman. He’s tall, around six foot two, and thick in the chest and arms, but his waist tapers into a slender build and his legs are long and suited to breeches (which he never wears). His eyes are sharp, penetrating, and the hazel green color of dying grass. His left brow has a diagonal gash through it that continues down the outside corner of his eye. His hair is blonde and tousled, but almost always covered by a worn, gray fedora hat, a’la Indiana Jones. The lower half of his face is entirely covered by a bandana. Going by his visible features, he has a handsome face, but underneath the bandana, his mouth and entire left side of his cheek and upper neck is ravaged with deep, gruesome scars.
Personality: A man of few words, Donovan has been hardened and embittered by life. He is cold and doesn’t speak unless spoken to; partly due to anti-social tendencies, and partly because the scars around his mouth make it hard to pronounce certain words. He’s very observant and perceptive, and in terms of strategy, quite brilliant. His self-discipline fluctuates, and it’s never a good idea to mess with him on a bad day. His ruthlessness and aptitude in killing reveal his true nature; deadly, violent and bloodthirsty.
Powers: He’s the dream of a guardian angel, ironically enough, and has the ability to heal people, and sometimes see briefly into the future. He can sprout wings, but almost never does as to do so also causes him to light up and glow, and hat and mask are dispelled by the ‘radiation’, if you will.
Other Information: During the Great War, his face was badly wounded, and being literally too horrific to look at he was quickly shunned from the constantly striving perfection of Dreamland. He fought until the end of the war, racking up an impressive body count. For being a guardian angel, he has an ironic talent for taking lives. Sometimes, if his bandanna slipped, and his victims saw his face, they thought he was of the undead, and so the nickname Ghost Smiler came about.