Faeka, Tyler

[Tyler Faeka]

Name: Elaine
Age: 18
CBox Name: Sumashira
RP Experience: 10 years
Activity Level: almost daily

Name: Tyler Dex Faeka
Age: 18
Birthdate: February 15, 2206
Gender: male
Place of Residence: New York District, Zone 6 / Old New York (Residential)

Affiliation: Unaffiliated
Member Group: Transfigured Human

Appearance:

Tyler is approximately six feet four inches tall; he appears a little on the shorter side because he tends to hunker down and walk with a bit of a slink. His skin, most commonly, is a rather pale color. His eyes, as well, are a very pale, light gray. For the most part, he seems to lack color in any part of his features besides his hair, which is a dark brown color with natural dirty blonde and black streaks. His hair is very layered and often looks a little bit greasy, regardless of how well he maintains it. It grows down to the middle of his ears; his bangs tend to fall over his face. He has a sadness about him that's always present, even when there's a smile on his face.

Tyler is frequently referred to as "the chameleon kid". When he was born, his spine had grown down slightly from his tailbone, and now it exists as a fully prehensile tail that's about as long as he is tall. Usually, he wraps the tail around one of his legs to keep it out of his way. He is rarely seen wearing a shirt; he can change the color of his skin and hair, and his clothing doesn't change with him, so he tends to wear just regular cargo pants that he can shed to boxers at will, as well as some regular cheap but high quality tennis shoes.

He has several scars of a large variety all about his body, as a result of being the child of abusive parents. The most obvious one is from when another Transfigured, called Soze, set loose billions of nanobots on him which devoured skin on the right side of his body (from his upper thigh to just beneath his ear and all the way down his right arm) in the design of something like a tribal tattoo. It is, essentially, a scar tattoo, that is always a darker color than the rest of his body. He's learned to change the color of the scar at will. Other prominent scars are the ones along his spine and shoulders which were caused by repeated lashing from a thin leather strip.

Face Claim: Landon Liboiron

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Personality:

Tyler is very quiet. Were this like normal, everyday life, he would be the one odd kid who never spoke to anyone and sat in the corner. He was always taught never to speak unless spoken to, and out of fear and, now, habit, he keeps true to that command. When he approaches someone, he waits for them to address him in some manner before he says a word. He is very kind and respectful, for the most part, but as he gets more comfortable with someone his conversations become more deep and relaxed. Being raised by Carlos, one of Chorazin's most famous assassins, Tyler has learned to be very patient, for many different reasons. Due to having no female influence, however, he lacks several important emotions / skills / traits that a girl could teach him (e.g. kindness, mercy, tolerance, love, any sort of tact).

Tyler is incredibly prone to nightmares. He now just refers to them as dreams because they've become a part of his nightly life. He does not like sleeping and only does it when he knows he has to. He is very focused on his work, though some days nightmares throw him off and he goes to seek out some sort of solitude - anything. He is fond of a girl he thinks is a Transfigured like him named Mara, though their relationship is limited to few meetings.

Deep down, Tyler is an angry child; he hates the world, for allowing everything - his mutations, his abuse, all the violence - to happen. However, these feelings are very, very thoroughly oppressed. When the anger does show, however, it shows itself in a blood-red tint to Tyler's eyes, as well as a little more jerky and forceful movements. He trusts very deeply in his former mentor, Carlos, seeing him very much so as a father figure, even though Carlos lacks the ability to communicate well with others. Tyler has learned the value of silence, which Carlos would likely appreciate more than any sort of affection that Tyler could show him. He has come to believe, on his own, that only he and Carlos actually know what their purpose is in Chorazin, and he takes a little bit of joy in watching others squirm around trying to find their way. Tyler tends not to say any worse words than "damn" when he's impressed or frustrated.

History:

Tyler was born a "freak". The barrier had already been in place for four years at the time he was born. His mother and father had lived much to near to the barrier at the time that Tyler was conceived, so he was born mutated; he was born with soft scales for skin, as well as a tiny lump where his tail would eventually grow and eyes that had no apparent color at birth. His eyes appeared blank, consisting only of pupils. As he grew, his scales began to shed and his irises began to show simply as silvery-gray rings. Then his eyes began to shift and change as his moods began to change. His mother and father were high class members of society, and having such an atrocity for a son was embarrassing to them. They kept him out of school and, for the most part, out of public view. They abused him, physically and emotionally, for being the way he was.

Tyler had never fought his parents and their abuse. He had believed that what they were saying truly made sense - it was all his fault, and it was a horrible thing to be what he was, but he didn't know what he could possibly do to make them love him. At around five years old, he began to go through terrible growing pains; the stump at the end up his tailbone grew longer and longer until it formed a fully prehensile tail. Whenever he was condemned to his bedroom, he would practice with his tail, using it to hang from the bar that held his curtain and to pick up items. At first, the use of it was painful, but it eventually came to be a part of him. It's well-trained and steady.

A few weeks after Tyler's sixth birthday, his mother and father both became furious with him after learning that his tail was fully functional and that he'd been using it on a regular basis for various tasks around the house. They beat him mercilessly, and after five minutes there was suddenly a terrible, fiery pain under his skin. His parents gasped in amazement, but more importantly, in anger, as his skin and hair suddenly flashed to a mahogany color to match the hardwood floor on which he lay. They could locate him only by where the blood, the color of which did not change, came pouring out of his skin where the belts or their fists had broken through. They continued to kick and beat him until they grew tired and he stopped struggling, and then they left to sleep that night.

Unbeknownst to the young child who lay half-conscious on the floor, a man, an assassin known as Carlos, was hired to kill Tyler's parents, and he had chosen that night to do as he was hired to. In the darkest part of that night, Carlos slipped in to the door that had been left unlocked in his parents' haste to hide their child's oddities. His orders were to make the death appear natural, so he dosed both parents with a tranquilizer and then injected a large amount of air into their veins. Naturally, the result was death. As Carlos made his way out of the house once more, he spotted the young child's beaten and bloody body on the floor. Carlos needed an assistant, and this boy, who was undoubtedly very miserable and, now, alone, in this home, would be a great apprentice for the fairly new mercenary man.

Only once did Tyler have the unpleasant experience of learning that he had the ability to teleport. During a mission with Carlos, when Tyler was still rather young and inexperienced, Tyler's position was exposed, and a man who, at first glance, appeared very much like his father, appeared. He cornered the ten year old and began to shout out him and threaten him, and then, at first sight of a gun, Tyler felt his whole body suddenly just melt into the ground, as if he'd suddenly just become sand falling through the holes of a colander, and he suddenly appeared at the feet of Carlos with horrible pain ripping through his spine and through all his vital organs. It was then that he realized that he had teleported, but it was hardly worth it for the pain it brought.

He stayed under Carlos' guidance until he was nearly 18, and then was sent out on his own, though he still received guidance from his former mentor, as well as receiving contracts for weapons deals and assassinations.

Roleplay Example:

The house was dark, apart from the tiny fluorescent light above the sink that blared through the darkness. Peering from his bedroom with his glassy eyes that pulsated in radiant, glowing colors of pale blue, soft gray, and royal purple, the six year old could see no movement at all throughout the house. He'd slept for too long; had mom and dad been gone all day? When would they be back? Would they be back? These were all questions that Tyler could not answer. He wouldn't know what fate lay waiting for him around the corner until it leaped at him with hateful snarls of rage that rebuked the boy for leaving his room. But hunger was gripping, no longer at the edges of his consciousness, but now full upon his mind and body. His fingers trembled, and his lips were dry; he needed something to eat and drink.

First, his feet touched the cold floor. He was instantly aware of how cold the ground was as his blood vessels cooled rapidly. It was either freeze or starve, and Tyler chose the former. He walked slowly; his tail coiled tight and uncoiled once more with each step that the boy took towards his bedroom door that lay just across a narrow hall from the kitchen. He could see the refrigerator from where he stood, still and silent as a statue, though his lips quivered as he thought of a drink, and he salivated like a dog at the thought of some bread being crushed between his sharp teeth. He softly rested one hand on the wall by his door, letting the other hand sit on the edge of the door to pry it open farther.

He poked his head out a little, glancing down either side of the hall. Mom and dad's bedroom door was closed, Tyler could see. It was always closed. He had no way of knowing whether they were there or not, and that was a vital part of his "mission" to get something to quench his hunger and thirst. He could hear nothing indicating their presence, but he no longer had the patience. He could see the corner of a bag of bagels, poking out of the bread box. He licked his lips as if he could already taste it; it was practically laid out for him. He would simply creep out, grab a bagel, and flee back into his little hole known as his room. He opened the door, grimacing as it let out a low groan, and then he slowly walked across the freezing floor, feet numb, into the kitchen and to the counter.

He let his tail uncurl from around his leg; he reached it up over his shoulder and felt it grasp the handle of a coffee mug. He would let his tail fetch him water, and that way he could get his bagel. He unwound the bag quickly, reaching in and pulling out the bagel. For a moment, he considered returning to his room and coming back to fetch water later, but he knew he needed it soon. He took the mug from his hand and ran it under the sink water, uncaring of how warm it was - after all, he was cold blooded. A lot of things felt much too cold to him. After taking a swig of the water, he forced a large portion of the bagel into his mouth, and then he heard a sound that made his little heart skip far too many beats. He dropped the bagel on the floor, and the mug in the sink, and he stared with wide, fearful eyes at the door.

No... The doorknob turned. Oh, please, please no... The door creaked open.

[Azrael]

NO! I DENY THIS. I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS, SUMA!

Accepted. ;D