Post by Derrick Warcaster on Aug 10, 2013 2:25:32 GMT -5
DERRICK JOSEPH WARCASTER
GOMORRAH // TWENTY THREE // NEUTRAL // JAY BARUCHEL
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Derrick is a wormy little f*** as most people have described him. He is always smiling but not in a welcoming way. You always get the feeling he's just waiting like a snake to stab you in the back. Most people try not to work with him just due to his attitude and cockiness. He's always running his mouth about something but usually it's nothing relevant.
He has an aloofness to him that would remind you of one of the laziest persons you ever knew. His hygiene isn't bad but heaven forbid if you ever venture into his house. The place smells about like he does, smoke, liquor, and cheap women.
He does like sports events but mostly it's for selling. He is even rumored to have a handful of celebrity clients but he would never let that information out. He spends most of his time watching television or banging random women. His only other joy is wasting his nights away at a bar that looks as bad as he does.
He loves being a mutant but loves that people can't tell if he is or not when walking around. He is one of the few normal looking mutants that venture down into the Grotto and seemingly has no effect on him. Let it be known that he's not prejudice against his own kind no matter their appearance. Then again he just sees everyone as potential suckers, err customers.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Immortality ::
Quite frankly the man just can not die. He does not have any enhanced anythings, he punches like a girl, and he'd probably be a bitch if didn't already know you couldn't kill him. It's a passive power nothing to control about it. If his head were say decapitated the level his body could heal is minimal. His skin would reattach but he would be left mute, and paralyzed from the cut down. If he blows out his ear dreams or say were blinded somehow the effect would be permanent. So his immortality does come at a cost. The only way he could conceivably be healed of any permanent effects would have to be acted upon by an outside source like a mutant with healing powers.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Derrick Warcaster was born in Canada. He lived there for the first eight years of his life before his family moved to New York City. His Father was a lawyer who was offered a job in New York in a better position than the one he had back in Canada. His Mother was a stay at home wife who spent most of her days watching television, smoking cigarettes, and banging the mailman.
He attended private school in NYC and was given the best that NYC had to offer in the way of American education. He wasn't the sporty type and was often in trouble for causing "mayhem" around school. He did fine in his studies as he enjoyed knowing as much if not more about something than other people.
During his teen years life got especially more difficult. His parents had divorced and his Father became an alcoholic. When he wasn't at school he was usually at home getting berated or beaten by his Father. His Father didn't like the rebellious nature Derrick showcased or that he'd sneak out after the old man passed out. He was quickly becoming just another piece of s*** on the streets of New York but in his mind he was an adventurer in a city filled with all kinds of treasure.
He wasn't one to join a gang but wasn't above getting in good with them so as to not get hassled by them. He often made good impressions with them at parties often by supplying them with pot. He never told anyone how he had made such a contact but he made plenty of money from being a pot dealer. He also never had a hard time getting women as there always someone looking for some but not having any money.
He didn't find out he was a mutant until he was seventeen. His Father had been more drunk then normal. During an argument an altercation broke out. Derrick fearful that his face be smashed in broke free from his old man and armed himself with a knife. The old man insulted his son would pull a knife on him and rushed him. His Father was ex military even if he had a gut he was still a mountain of man compared to Derrick's smaller size. The knife ended up in Derrick's stomach. His Dad never intended to stab him but in the struggle it happened.
Derrick woke up the next day in an alley not far from downtown with a bag of pot inside his jacket. He figured his Dad had dropped his body there to be found. He ditched the weed and fortunately still had his wallet. He began a couple years worth of couch crashing until District X opened up where he promptly moved to and set up shop supplying pot to mutants all over District X especially in the Grotto.
"Scream for me."
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"Welcome to Mutant High."
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