Age: 19
Sex: Male
Supernatural abilities: Tactile Telekinesis (Telekinesis which can interact physically with the world)
Strengths: Determination, loyalty, and a good heart.
Weaknesses: A complete inability to admit when he's lost, or know when he's in over his head. He either succeeds or dies trying, and one of these days it'll be die trying.
Fears: He has a deep seated fear that one day he'll lose control of his power and kill innocent people.
Physical description: Archer stands at a respectable five foot eleven inches, with broad shoulders, but a lean frame, with more lean muscle than bulk. His skin is a light brown, thanks to his Brazilian heritage on his mother's side, and his hair is an odd reddish brown, which comes from him father's Irish ancestors. His eyes are a light green like a leaf with sunlight shining through it, and have jagged golden circles in the middle of the iris.
Since you wanted a pic and it won't let me upload an avatar even after resizing it for some reason, here's something visual: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs6/i/2005/0 ... dronio.jpg
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Jackson Archer
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U.S.A. 2012
a character in “The Department of Occult Warfare”, as played by Anansi
Description
Personality
Personality traits: Jackson is stubborn, and bull headed, with a lot of pride. But he also has great resolve and personal fortitude, and makes a incredible friend, for he is loyal to the death, and truly cares about people. This is also one of his greatest failings, as he feels this burning need to take care of everyone he loves, as if it is his job to fix all the worlds problems. He read a lot of comics growing up, and Spider-Man was always his favorite, so he deeply believes that with his great powers comes great responsibility.
History
History: Jackson discovered his abilities at the age of 13, as he began to go through puberty. His abilities have grown stronger each year, and so has his proficiency with them. When he was 15 he took it on himself to patrol the streets of New York every night, and fight crime as a vigilante. He became obsessed, no matter how many people he saved, it wasn't enough, he couldn't save them all. His grades began to slip, he eventually dropped out of school, and bit by bit everything from his life, save his obsessive need to be a hero, slipped away. By the time he was seventeen, being a hero was all he had. He trained daily, patrolled the streets constantly, and hardly slept. Everything was about getting stronger, doing more, nothing he did was ever good enough for himself. The primary ways he uses his power is to aid his movements, using his telekinesis to jump from building to building, to drop twenty stories and and light as feather. He also uses it to create physical force around his fists, so his punches don't hurt his hands, but they hurt his enemy a lot more. His other favored techniques are concussive blasts of his telekinetic energy, tactile telekinetic wires, and tactile telekinetic bullets.
Day of captivity: The day Archer was approached by the Department of Occult Warfare began like any other in the past few years. He fell asleep around ten in the morning and woke as the sun set, at six thirty in the evening. After a light work out, and a sparse meal of beans, cold from the can, with tap water to wash it down, he was getting into his gear. By seven, he was hitting the streets. He worked until midnight, stopped a few muggings, tied a few gang thugs to some street lights, safely apprehended a car on the run from the cops, it was a pretty average night for him so far. But that was when he met the representative from the Department of Occult warfare, and heard their offer. Archer was crouched on the edge of a twenty story building, looking down on the still busy night time street below when he heard the man's voice. His first instinct was to attack, but the man's words gave him pause. He spoke of an opportunity to do more, to use his powers for greater means. And so, after a lengthy discussion, Jackson Archer consented to join the Department of Occult Warfare, and pledged himself to a new mission, where he could use his powers for the greater good of mankind.
Side notes: Can't think of any at the moment.
So begins...
Jackson Archer's Story
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Jackson Archer Archer: "So what'd I miss guys?" Archer said, smoke trailing from his mouth, and his chest heaving with deep breaths.
Jackson Archer Archer: Archer surveyed the room, and did a double take on a new member sitting with them. His first thought was that she looked like Delirium from Neil Gaiman's the Sandman Chronicles. Henry caught his attention and Archer nodded gratefully, relaxing into his chair.
Jackson Archer Archer noticed a few people turn their noses up at him, and once more did a double take, as if only now realizing his state of disarray, or the cigarette in his hand. Archer immediately snuffed the smoke, smiling apologetically, and stuffed it back in his case. He felt with a horrible sinking realization in his chest, the same damn feeling every time, that he was still addicted.
Archer stood up swiftly, his pupils like saucers, the drug filling him with raw energy, that otherworldly tingle of electricity in his veins. Emboldened and reckless from the drugs effects, and the surge of power it poured through him,he bellowed, "STOP IT. WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME DAMN TEAM."
Archer spun to see what Henry was looking at and heard the noise filing his ears like a thousand screaming fans at a rock concert. "What the hell?" He mumbled.
Archer through up a tactile telekinetic bubble around himself, unsure what was happening, riding high, and afraid of attack, that fight or flight adrenaline mixing with the cocktail in his bloodstream.
Archer raised his palms and loosed several concussive blasts at the freaky spider bot things. "You okay?" He called to Jack.
"GOT IT!" Archer aimed his had upwards, and a invisible wall launched upwards, smashing the things into the ceiling.
Archer watched in horror as the things crawled over his bubble, slowly blocking out his vision as they wrapped his sphere of protection in wire. Throwing his arms wide, he expanded the bubble rapidly, launching the thins back with a sound like the crack of whip.
"IF EVERYBODY CAN GET TO ME I CAN SHIELD US!" Archer yelled, frantic, cursing himself for his weakness, for being high at a time like this when his team needed him.
Cursing under his breath, knowing he needed a calmer head than his right now, Archer used his telekinesis to dash across the room, protected in his bubble, to Vincent's side. "Alright Major Lightning." He said. "What the fuck do we do?"
Archer expanded his bubble to enclose Vincent and Gazelle as well,then turned to look at Vincent. "Seriously. Vincent. What do we do. I'm fucked up, I'm sorry, I don't know what to do."
Archer had no idea what the girl was talking about, hell he'd never even met her before, but something told him to trust her. Vincent's single word did exactly what it needed to, he focused. "ALRIGHT!" He yelled, throwing all his energy into an expanding wave of force, moving fast enough to leave a bang as the sound barrier cracked.
Archer dropped to one knee, panting from exertion. Cursing, he pulled out the half smoked cigarette, lit it and inhaled deeply. A rush of energy shuddered through his body, and his hands clenched spasticaly. Energy as hard as steel covered Archer's hands and with a though he launched it at the monster attacking the green haired girl.
"You alright?" He asked, turning to her, as the naked man fell to the ground in pieces. "I'm Archer by the way."
"No problem." Archer replied. "You think this is the training? Seems a little nuts." Archer expanded his shield to cover the both of them just in case.
Archer grimaced as the literal shit wave swirled around his shield. "This is just gross." He said in a tone of annoyance.
"Ho-ly shit." Archer whispered. "That is not something from this world. It's a goddamn demon. HENRY, GAZELLE, SOMEBODY, is that a honest to christ DEMON?" He said, his voice rising in volume, sharp with surprise.
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