Application for Brian.
Player Information
Name: Dani
Other characters played: Not yet!
Character Information
Basics
Name: Brian Haner Jr. // Synyster
LJ screen name: takeawalkbrian
AIM screen name: Surrender to Syn
Series: Bandom; Avenged Sevenfold
Requested Character: [Yes/No]
Gender: Male.
Age: He has the appearance of a twenty-eight year old, he's forgotten how old he is in reality, he's older than your great great great grandad x20 at most. ;]
Species: Nightwalker.
Side: [Good/Evil] Oh so evil~
Powers/Advantages:
He can manipulate and blend into the shadows surrounding him as well as a self-serving tube to different parts of the city, constricting his victims or "drowning" them within his deadly web of darkness. He has the uncanny ability to slip through you, and your grimy fingers like smoke, whether by "fading" himself out, or using the shadows to take him to another part of the city. He is able to, with some effort create a double of himself, so he can be at two places at once {The Brian that you could be talking to, is not always the Brian you want & two heads are better than one - as they say.}
In his true form, Brian's form is something along the lines of something humanoid & draconic shrouded partially from view, in this form he is able to attain limited flight, and his strength greatly increases; making him a formidable opponent. He retains all his powers he has in his humanoid form also. His unpredictable nature and violent tendancies are his biggest advantage and greatest weakness.
Weaknesses/Disadvantages:
Using any of his powers costs him energy, which will hit him heavy if you keep him lashing out his heavier barrage of advantages. Sunlight is his biggest peeve, especially on days where there is no clouds in the sky and it's a scorcher, he's weaker than usual. This Nightwalkers foul temper and unpredictable battle traits leave him exposed at random intervals. Same with him using his duplicating, he essentially splits himself meaning there is one part of his personality in each, and splits power also - making him twice as vunerable, it's just the case of realisation.
In his proper form, flight is his biggest problem, you see, Brian afterall is an entity of shadow, and taken out of his comfort zone for too long {i.e the ground} will cause his wings to fade {think leaves falling off a tree fade} until he lands and regains himself. The air isn't made for a nightwalker, but he can glide right until there's nothing but the raw build of his wing there. Leaving him unable to take flight to escape, since his energy will go to reforming himself pulling away from the full force of any other tricks he has up his sleeve.
Due to an old battle wound fighting the witchdoctor that sealed him away, Brian's left eye is virtually blind in his true form.
His attitude, ego and personality and that wicked mouth of his are also troublemaking material.
City Life
Occupation: He's the manager//owner of "Gasworks Industry Tattoo" a prominant modern industrial/gothic styled tattoo shop in the City, and is an exotic fire dancer on the side ;] he retired from his fire dancing.
Other
RP Sample:
twoxshadows: These paticular mountain ranges of Greece were known as evil. And all because of him, Skia. After being trapped to Earth and eventually his power draining away to almost nothing, he was forced to retreat to the shadows and protection of the mountains. In a attempt to grow his strength back as much as he could, Skia made it a point to haunt and torture any humans or anything lesser then him until they nearly died of fear... or some did die of fear. It wasn't enough though and Skia's power was drained by the sun every day. He had been out far to long that night, in effort to find more victims. It was nearly sunrise and he was desperate to find shelter before the sun rose. He scurried along ridges and grey walls of the mountains as a shadow, moving quick. Thankfully, it didn't take long to find some kind of shelter. He stopped at the edge of a cave and came back into his human form, looking into the cave but being quiet, that was easy for him despite his large body. He was skilled in sneaking around. He frowned, placing his hand against the outer edge of the cave as he hears shuffling inside, the sound of chains clinking together. He could sense power, power lesser than his but familar. He was tired and worn down, otherwise maybe he would of also sensed the witch suddenly coming at him with a sharp blade held high. Quick to react, Matt maniuplated her shadow and suddenly she was unable to move. The look on her face had the God smirking and he raised his other hand and made a fist. The witch began to choke and gasp for air, a dark hand shape visible around her neck. It didn't take long before the witch was dead and Skia let her hit the ground before heading further in to see what was making that noise. Only now he was more catious.
Mad as a Haner : These moutains, also held a secret protected throughout the times by the witch tribes that lurked them, making sure the beast that they kept chained would never be able to spread his wings and constrict anymore victims to their demise. Synyster was left blind in one eye and unsocialised, traumatised, and untrusting by human kind, thick collar around his ashened and smokey neck, and his wrist and ankles ensared in the same chains fixing him to his prison. He didn't move much, save for when he had tanums which could shake this side of the high mountain if his fury peaked and during the times these witches fed him; the kind of creature that would not only bite the hand that fed, but took the entire limb off with it. Blind eye to the entrance of the cave, the nightwalker raised his head slightly when he felt a higher presense, bringing himself up onto his all fours and snorting. He could sense death too, which only made him growl and holler a roar towards the entrance, sweeping around to skulk to the back of the cave. Slumping down again ready to jump anything foul that had found his resting place, growling filling the entire cave.
twoxshadows: Skia was well aware of the witches that were spread throughout the mountains, in fact his prescence here seemed to make it easier for them in a way. Scaring off unwanted attention and leaving dead and broken bodies around for them to pick at. But it didn't mean Skia helped them, if they crossed his path they could easily suffer the same fate if they weren't careful. Hearing the growl and roar, he blended intot he shadows of the cave immediately. The sun was beginning to peak and he could feel his power, the little he had managed to build up, begin to slowly drain away. He wanted to save what he can which meant avoiding fights. Or at least being smart about it if he had no choice. Making his way further into the cave, silent but aware whatever laid inside might be able to feel his prescence, he paused when his eyes found the source of all the noise. A beast, a type Skia had rarely encountered before, chained and bound inside. Matt knew what he was. And understood now why the power was familar. Frowning, he pulled himself from the shadows slowly. He couldn't leave now, the sun was rising. But he was wary to stay. Even with the beast chained. Kneeling down and brushing the cape around his shoulders aside, he whistles at the beast to gain his attention to see if they could some how attempt to sit in here peacefully together or something until night time rolled around again.
Mad as a Haner: Being in a cave meant that Syn avoided the direct sunlight, which was the common forecast in Greece, infact the only sunlight he saw was the dull glow up from the mouth of the cave. Down here it was torches that kept the warmth and place poorly lit. The witches had grown wise not to approach him directly, since last time one actually had the guts to approach him and stick their hand out, well they were missing an arm and Syn had gained a mid-morning snack. He wasn't opposed to being a man-eater if needs meant to survive and keep them twenty paces away. Nightwalkers weren't the type to stroll around, they lurked in the darkest of places and in terrains ruled by corrupt leaders that and probably being hunted down by beings with the power and knowledge to dispose of them. Being whistled at just annoyed him further, the damaged milky colored eye that he couldn't see out of worth a soul uselessly looking in his direction as another inhuman roar spilled from his foul tempered mouth, bounding forward only to be choked and pulled down by the chains around his neck and limbs; picking himself up and eyeing him again, but this time in favor to see the reaction.
Brief History:
Brian started life as Synyster, a nightwalker that was born to a time where deities and their terrible beasties were able to roam free and be feared, worshipped and the like. This nightwalker came into a world of violence and terror and grew up in it's loving, protective hold under his mothers watch and the female nightwalkers that she travelled with. Back in those days outside of cities, the men of the race travelled alone or in pairs, going to war in the name of everything unholy and impure and the women travelled in small groups, unchallenged and dominating by force and nature. But despite this, Nightwalkers had their own civilisations, heirchary and own law; anyone who fought for chaos was welcome in their walls. They terrorized the local villages, reaping in the food and offerings made for them to leave them alone, and Synyster watched and took part whenever their were small jobs to be had. A gentle warm up into the world ahead of him. He had a hard childhood though, females were often cruel to male younglings, and the group his mother was in wasn't much different - treat like dirt and forced to haul his ass.
As he grew the insatiable lust for the chaos and harm festered inside, and just like every other kid no matter the race, eventually left "home" in search of something more. And that's what he did, and for the next couple of years he went solo, destroying humans crops, stock and villages in fits of anger and amusement and tearing apart people sent to either chase him away or to kill him once and for all. Wars were his favourite, he'd often join his bretherin on the battlefield armoured to the teeth ready to rear his ugly head and smash and devour any motherfucker dared to try take a stab at him. He became a notorious story on the tips of everyone's tongues who had to make their way through the places he reduced to ash and misery. And he loved it, but with anything of his size and appearance people knew where to avoid and with the mortals learning how to kill a beast, he changed his game up. Resulting in him finally using his human form, and removing himself to travel and spread death and misery where ever he decided to lay his head.
He travelled from then on, under the guise of night and her loving embrace, killing mercilessly in vengeance and honour, howling into war when the gods of disorder commanded it and sinking back into the dark lagoons when he was over and done with. Neither a man nor animal, he was death's shadow, a living breathing dragon of the end like so many other nightwalkers.
Synyster was a hard beast to harness along with his brethren, and only the skilled champions and kings of his realm could hope to persuade him to wear their colours.
But luck ran out, man paid for a witch doctor to track him down, the showdown ended in the mountains of greece and it hit him hard. Synyster had been smug in the knowledge that people feared him enough to stay away that he didn't have time or patience to even think up defenses. Shocked by the sudden commotion, a battle ensued. The shock and stun made by this proved to be his downfall. The doctor lodged his sword into his eye, managing to pull it out just before it took his sight completely, tearing the limb that held the sword clean off his shoulder. Bleeding and virtually blind in one eye, the nightwalker thrashed across the battlefield intending to drag the man down and crush his bones inside his body. Sensing his death, the man cast his spell and sealed him away. But lost his life doing so.
Blinded in one eye and damned for eternity in a bound in shackles in a cave which was impossible to find to those just wandering the mountains. He spent years shackled and collared inside the cave watched by the witchdoctors clan to ensure that he'd never terrorised humanity again. The ordeal left Synyster traumatised, unsocial and vicious, trust gone and he reverted to being an animal. Biting the hand that fed and bound him.
Left in a pool of madness and no one but himself, Synyster had accepted that this cave was his resting place until, one not so very special day. Fate through the vengeful nightwalker a lifeline in the form of the God Skia. At first the Nightwalker wanted to tear him apart and he was kept bound and used as a guard as the God healed. And slowly he learned to trust the God, and allowed him to be socialised and taught. Given the human name of Brian. But there was a price, for his freedom, he would have to do Matt's dirty work and after being tied up for a little longer he agreed.
Now he lives in the City, as a prominent tattoo artist and occasional minion of Matt's dirty work. He doesn't do it willingly but he'll do it if he has to. He doesn't know if there is any Nightwalkers in the city or if there's many out there. He doesn't bitch, he's rather smug to know he's something that's rarely seen. Still as grouchy and snarky as ever, enjoys his luxuries such as Marlboros, heineken, gin, and hair products.
He uses his true name as an alias to people that he doesn't know, doesn't want to know or doesn't trust. To others, he's Brian Haner Jr. the rockstar-esque brat that prowls the underground scene between shady business and living it large in the strip bars. He's very much the go to guy if you need a favour, since he's ever so good at slinking through tricky situations.
Due to situations in which Brian was no prepared to stand for, he left the city in favour for travelling again. Now freed from his pact with the God of Shadows Skia he quickly settled into a routine where he no longer had a crutch there to fall back on should he ever find himself in a situation where he wasn't familiar with or rather, he rather wouldn't deal with it but circumstances found him facing it. Course it was difficult at first, after finding yourself with someone there to back you up for so long suddenly fucking disappearing into thin air.
But he managed, and with it, as he travelled from the West to the East, he matured, switched his game up. He dropped a couple pounds and put it back on in muscle. He not only matured in his personality but in his looks. They sharpened and he grew further into his never ageing body. It was good, but it wasn't quite right. His travelling took him to France, Germany, Greece, Italy, Russia, Japan. Everything was good, he figured himself out finally. If he had to put a word down to it himself he'd most likely say he found a new part of him.
Then again, there is always two sides to a coin, a back to a front. And this new side for now, shadows a maelstrom of fear inducing torments and a loathsome side unlocked after years of slumber. He sold away the thing he wanted the most to gain something he needed, immortality. And now inside resides an empty part of himself rotting and withered away day by day. So he comes back to the city with something fresh and new for himself. As he once said "there's teeth n claws in the alleys."
Play By: Brian Haner
Name: Dani
Other characters played: Not yet!
Character Information
Basics
Name: Brian Haner Jr. // Synyster
LJ screen name: takeawalkbrian
AIM screen name: Surrender to Syn
Series: Bandom; Avenged Sevenfold
Requested Character: [Yes/No]
Gender: Male.
Age: He has the appearance of a twenty-eight year old, he's forgotten how old he is in reality, he's older than your great great great grandad x20 at most. ;]
Species: Nightwalker.
Side: [Good/Evil] Oh so evil~
Powers/Advantages:
He can manipulate and blend into the shadows surrounding him as well as a self-serving tube to different parts of the city, constricting his victims or "drowning" them within his deadly web of darkness. He has the uncanny ability to slip through you, and your grimy fingers like smoke, whether by "fading" himself out, or using the shadows to take him to another part of the city. He is able to, with some effort create a double of himself, so he can be at two places at once {The Brian that you could be talking to, is not always the Brian you want & two heads are better than one - as they say.}
In his true form, Brian's form is something along the lines of something humanoid & draconic shrouded partially from view, in this form he is able to attain limited flight, and his strength greatly increases; making him a formidable opponent. He retains all his powers he has in his humanoid form also. His unpredictable nature and violent tendancies are his biggest advantage and greatest weakness.
Weaknesses/Disadvantages:
Using any of his powers costs him energy, which will hit him heavy if you keep him lashing out his heavier barrage of advantages. Sunlight is his biggest peeve, especially on days where there is no clouds in the sky and it's a scorcher, he's weaker than usual. This Nightwalkers foul temper and unpredictable battle traits leave him exposed at random intervals. Same with him using his duplicating, he essentially splits himself meaning there is one part of his personality in each, and splits power also - making him twice as vunerable, it's just the case of realisation.
In his proper form, flight is his biggest problem, you see, Brian afterall is an entity of shadow, and taken out of his comfort zone for too long {i.e the ground} will cause his wings to fade {think leaves falling off a tree fade} until he lands and regains himself. The air isn't made for a nightwalker, but he can glide right until there's nothing but the raw build of his wing there. Leaving him unable to take flight to escape, since his energy will go to reforming himself pulling away from the full force of any other tricks he has up his sleeve.
Due to an old battle wound fighting the witchdoctor that sealed him away, Brian's left eye is virtually blind in his true form.
His attitude, ego and personality and that wicked mouth of his are also troublemaking material.
City Life
Occupation: He's the manager//owner of "Gasworks Industry Tattoo" a prominant modern industrial/gothic styled tattoo shop in the City, and is an exotic fire dancer on the side ;] he retired from his fire dancing.
Other
RP Sample:
twoxshadows: These paticular mountain ranges of Greece were known as evil. And all because of him, Skia. After being trapped to Earth and eventually his power draining away to almost nothing, he was forced to retreat to the shadows and protection of the mountains. In a attempt to grow his strength back as much as he could, Skia made it a point to haunt and torture any humans or anything lesser then him until they nearly died of fear... or some did die of fear. It wasn't enough though and Skia's power was drained by the sun every day. He had been out far to long that night, in effort to find more victims. It was nearly sunrise and he was desperate to find shelter before the sun rose. He scurried along ridges and grey walls of the mountains as a shadow, moving quick. Thankfully, it didn't take long to find some kind of shelter. He stopped at the edge of a cave and came back into his human form, looking into the cave but being quiet, that was easy for him despite his large body. He was skilled in sneaking around. He frowned, placing his hand against the outer edge of the cave as he hears shuffling inside, the sound of chains clinking together. He could sense power, power lesser than his but familar. He was tired and worn down, otherwise maybe he would of also sensed the witch suddenly coming at him with a sharp blade held high. Quick to react, Matt maniuplated her shadow and suddenly she was unable to move. The look on her face had the God smirking and he raised his other hand and made a fist. The witch began to choke and gasp for air, a dark hand shape visible around her neck. It didn't take long before the witch was dead and Skia let her hit the ground before heading further in to see what was making that noise. Only now he was more catious.
Mad as a Haner : These moutains, also held a secret protected throughout the times by the witch tribes that lurked them, making sure the beast that they kept chained would never be able to spread his wings and constrict anymore victims to their demise. Synyster was left blind in one eye and unsocialised, traumatised, and untrusting by human kind, thick collar around his ashened and smokey neck, and his wrist and ankles ensared in the same chains fixing him to his prison. He didn't move much, save for when he had tanums which could shake this side of the high mountain if his fury peaked and during the times these witches fed him; the kind of creature that would not only bite the hand that fed, but took the entire limb off with it. Blind eye to the entrance of the cave, the nightwalker raised his head slightly when he felt a higher presense, bringing himself up onto his all fours and snorting. He could sense death too, which only made him growl and holler a roar towards the entrance, sweeping around to skulk to the back of the cave. Slumping down again ready to jump anything foul that had found his resting place, growling filling the entire cave.
twoxshadows: Skia was well aware of the witches that were spread throughout the mountains, in fact his prescence here seemed to make it easier for them in a way. Scaring off unwanted attention and leaving dead and broken bodies around for them to pick at. But it didn't mean Skia helped them, if they crossed his path they could easily suffer the same fate if they weren't careful. Hearing the growl and roar, he blended intot he shadows of the cave immediately. The sun was beginning to peak and he could feel his power, the little he had managed to build up, begin to slowly drain away. He wanted to save what he can which meant avoiding fights. Or at least being smart about it if he had no choice. Making his way further into the cave, silent but aware whatever laid inside might be able to feel his prescence, he paused when his eyes found the source of all the noise. A beast, a type Skia had rarely encountered before, chained and bound inside. Matt knew what he was. And understood now why the power was familar. Frowning, he pulled himself from the shadows slowly. He couldn't leave now, the sun was rising. But he was wary to stay. Even with the beast chained. Kneeling down and brushing the cape around his shoulders aside, he whistles at the beast to gain his attention to see if they could some how attempt to sit in here peacefully together or something until night time rolled around again.
Mad as a Haner: Being in a cave meant that Syn avoided the direct sunlight, which was the common forecast in Greece, infact the only sunlight he saw was the dull glow up from the mouth of the cave. Down here it was torches that kept the warmth and place poorly lit. The witches had grown wise not to approach him directly, since last time one actually had the guts to approach him and stick their hand out, well they were missing an arm and Syn had gained a mid-morning snack. He wasn't opposed to being a man-eater if needs meant to survive and keep them twenty paces away. Nightwalkers weren't the type to stroll around, they lurked in the darkest of places and in terrains ruled by corrupt leaders that and probably being hunted down by beings with the power and knowledge to dispose of them. Being whistled at just annoyed him further, the damaged milky colored eye that he couldn't see out of worth a soul uselessly looking in his direction as another inhuman roar spilled from his foul tempered mouth, bounding forward only to be choked and pulled down by the chains around his neck and limbs; picking himself up and eyeing him again, but this time in favor to see the reaction.
Brief History:
Brian started life as Synyster, a nightwalker that was born to a time where deities and their terrible beasties were able to roam free and be feared, worshipped and the like. This nightwalker came into a world of violence and terror and grew up in it's loving, protective hold under his mothers watch and the female nightwalkers that she travelled with. Back in those days outside of cities, the men of the race travelled alone or in pairs, going to war in the name of everything unholy and impure and the women travelled in small groups, unchallenged and dominating by force and nature. But despite this, Nightwalkers had their own civilisations, heirchary and own law; anyone who fought for chaos was welcome in their walls. They terrorized the local villages, reaping in the food and offerings made for them to leave them alone, and Synyster watched and took part whenever their were small jobs to be had. A gentle warm up into the world ahead of him. He had a hard childhood though, females were often cruel to male younglings, and the group his mother was in wasn't much different - treat like dirt and forced to haul his ass.
As he grew the insatiable lust for the chaos and harm festered inside, and just like every other kid no matter the race, eventually left "home" in search of something more. And that's what he did, and for the next couple of years he went solo, destroying humans crops, stock and villages in fits of anger and amusement and tearing apart people sent to either chase him away or to kill him once and for all. Wars were his favourite, he'd often join his bretherin on the battlefield armoured to the teeth ready to rear his ugly head and smash and devour any motherfucker dared to try take a stab at him. He became a notorious story on the tips of everyone's tongues who had to make their way through the places he reduced to ash and misery. And he loved it, but with anything of his size and appearance people knew where to avoid and with the mortals learning how to kill a beast, he changed his game up. Resulting in him finally using his human form, and removing himself to travel and spread death and misery where ever he decided to lay his head.
He travelled from then on, under the guise of night and her loving embrace, killing mercilessly in vengeance and honour, howling into war when the gods of disorder commanded it and sinking back into the dark lagoons when he was over and done with. Neither a man nor animal, he was death's shadow, a living breathing dragon of the end like so many other nightwalkers.
Synyster was a hard beast to harness along with his brethren, and only the skilled champions and kings of his realm could hope to persuade him to wear their colours.
But luck ran out, man paid for a witch doctor to track him down, the showdown ended in the mountains of greece and it hit him hard. Synyster had been smug in the knowledge that people feared him enough to stay away that he didn't have time or patience to even think up defenses. Shocked by the sudden commotion, a battle ensued. The shock and stun made by this proved to be his downfall. The doctor lodged his sword into his eye, managing to pull it out just before it took his sight completely, tearing the limb that held the sword clean off his shoulder. Bleeding and virtually blind in one eye, the nightwalker thrashed across the battlefield intending to drag the man down and crush his bones inside his body. Sensing his death, the man cast his spell and sealed him away. But lost his life doing so.
Blinded in one eye and damned for eternity in a bound in shackles in a cave which was impossible to find to those just wandering the mountains. He spent years shackled and collared inside the cave watched by the witchdoctors clan to ensure that he'd never terrorised humanity again. The ordeal left Synyster traumatised, unsocial and vicious, trust gone and he reverted to being an animal. Biting the hand that fed and bound him.
Left in a pool of madness and no one but himself, Synyster had accepted that this cave was his resting place until, one not so very special day. Fate through the vengeful nightwalker a lifeline in the form of the God Skia. At first the Nightwalker wanted to tear him apart and he was kept bound and used as a guard as the God healed. And slowly he learned to trust the God, and allowed him to be socialised and taught. Given the human name of Brian. But there was a price, for his freedom, he would have to do Matt's dirty work and after being tied up for a little longer he agreed.
Now he lives in the City, as a prominent tattoo artist and occasional minion of Matt's dirty work. He doesn't do it willingly but he'll do it if he has to. He doesn't know if there is any Nightwalkers in the city or if there's many out there. He doesn't bitch, he's rather smug to know he's something that's rarely seen. Still as grouchy and snarky as ever, enjoys his luxuries such as Marlboros, heineken, gin, and hair products.
He uses his true name as an alias to people that he doesn't know, doesn't want to know or doesn't trust. To others, he's Brian Haner Jr. the rockstar-esque brat that prowls the underground scene between shady business and living it large in the strip bars. He's very much the go to guy if you need a favour, since he's ever so good at slinking through tricky situations.
Due to situations in which Brian was no prepared to stand for, he left the city in favour for travelling again. Now freed from his pact with the God of Shadows Skia he quickly settled into a routine where he no longer had a crutch there to fall back on should he ever find himself in a situation where he wasn't familiar with or rather, he rather wouldn't deal with it but circumstances found him facing it. Course it was difficult at first, after finding yourself with someone there to back you up for so long suddenly fucking disappearing into thin air.
But he managed, and with it, as he travelled from the West to the East, he matured, switched his game up. He dropped a couple pounds and put it back on in muscle. He not only matured in his personality but in his looks. They sharpened and he grew further into his never ageing body. It was good, but it wasn't quite right. His travelling took him to France, Germany, Greece, Italy, Russia, Japan. Everything was good, he figured himself out finally. If he had to put a word down to it himself he'd most likely say he found a new part of him.
Then again, there is always two sides to a coin, a back to a front. And this new side for now, shadows a maelstrom of fear inducing torments and a loathsome side unlocked after years of slumber. He sold away the thing he wanted the most to gain something he needed, immortality. And now inside resides an empty part of himself rotting and withered away day by day. So he comes back to the city with something fresh and new for himself. As he once said "there's teeth n claws in the alleys."
Play By: Brian Haner
