Jul 5, 2019 16:43:08 GMT -6
 raylan fox tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance While skinwalkers traditionally are unique in form and featureless, Raylan does pick a specific form due to preference. Traditionally, he picks the body of a young teen, although, appears as a scrawnier and palid coloured version of the original body. In this form, he stands at a meagre 5’6”, making him shorter than the average boy. There is a thinness to his body, evident in both his torso and arms, although, there are no visible bones; this impart to surviving on whatever he can hunt. Similarly to his arms, Raylan has thin legs, making him appear rather small to anybody who gazes at him. He is lightweight, anybody with remote strength probably being able to pick him with ease. There is something extraordinary about Raylan’s complexion considering he is a living, breathing individual, which is his pale, grey skin. On most occasions, it is rather attention-drawing should the boy’s face not already have somebody staring in horror. While his complexion is unique, it thankfully lacks any notable scars. They said there was always something wrong with his face. Being blind for a majority of his life, with the exception of brief glimpses, Raylan never realized what was wrong with his peculiar features. Unlike most skinwalkers, Raylan’s eyes tend to be problematic in a majority of shapeshifts, instead always maintaining a frightful appearance because of the appearance of his mysterious, boogeyman friend who raised him. His eyes are merely black sockets, blank and expressionless, with black trails of perhaps what was meant to be blood or tears. The eyes themselves are entirely blind, however, this is due to a cursed weapon. His face tends to disturb people, causing them nightmares because of the way his eyes are consistently displayed. His eyes always captured glances from nearby citizens, most screaming in response. To worsen matters, Raylan’s teeth carry a similar abnormality, with them being razor sharp and designed for the consumption of meat. Should he speak, most people catch a glimpse and turn tail, frightened by the young boy. His hair and clothes remain the only necessarily average traits Raylan possesses. He has rich, brown hair in thick waves, open cut short and properly cared for. At times, he attempts to lengthen his bangs to hide the atrocity of his eyes, scared that should somebody view them, they will turn and run away from him. He frequently keeps his head facing towards the ground, a single, baggy hoodie of a plain colour being worn in hopes of blending in should it be required. He wears a simple pair of pants, nothing spectacular which is similarly said about his sneakers, however, this is believed to be from clothes being difficult to acquire. personality
abilities Enhanced Strength -- Beginner The ability to use supernatural amounts of strength compared to a regular human. Strength was something Raylan never trained, the young boy being rather passive and even frightened of hurting others. This ability tends to drain Raylan quickly and usually only activated under circumstances of intense fear. As a result, if Raylan is too scared, he can accidentally kick out and send someone flying across the room. Using this ability once takes a serious toll on Raylan’s energy, oftentimes resulted in him being too fatigued to accomplish it again. Enhanced Speed -- Intermediate The ability to access speed higher than that of a regular human, allowing the user to run extremely fast. Despite his blindness, Raylan is capable of moving extremely fast, however, he never reaches the most intense speeds. Since he is unable to see, Raylan knows using it for extensive periods of time could result in injury, thus he just proceeds to only move slightly faster. Under most circumstances, Raylan uses his speed in spurts to catch prey to eat and to escape deadly situations. He believes his enhanced speed is one of the few reasons he has survived for this long, otherwise, he would have perished. Due to his lack of capability, Raylan is only able to manage this ability for approximately 10 minutes in a single go. Using it sporadically allows him to extend the amount of time, however, should he practice he could potentially make his speed more powerful. Enhanced Senses -- Mastered The ability to possess senses above that of a normal individual, allowing the person to sense those around them and have improved senses. They can hear, see, feel, smell and taste things better than an average person. While Raylan’s sight is oftentimes nonexistent since his eyes were injured by a cursed weapon which has made it impossible for Raylan to ever see the world around him ever again. The remainder of his senses are frequently used for navigation purposes, allowing the young skinwalker to easily explore his surroundings. These senses even reach lengths of allowing for Raylan to use echolocation, but he tends to avoid dependency on this considering it can easily scare nearby pray should he be hungry. The main problem of his enhanced senses is simply the strength of his abilities which reach an incredible height. Extremely loud noises, aromas or tastes can be debilitating to Raylan if used effectively and make navigation nearly impossible. Shapeshifting -- Intermediate The ability to transform into a variety of creatures, skinwalkers specifically requiring the consumption of the creature’s flesh to transform into them. Constantly, Raylan is nervous about transforming into various creatures because these processes can leave him incredibly vulnerable. It takes him 40 seconds to transform, during this time he is completely vulnerable, anybody being capable of attacking him. When Raylan transform, there is an acute sensation of pain, creating hesitance whenever he changes forms. Oftentimes, he remains in his current, frightening form since he wishes to carry on the man who treated him like a son. He maintains this form because it is a pleasant reminder, creating some comfort. When transformed, he cannot alter the size or anything because of his lack of capability. Dream Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to manipulate dreams, allowing the user to be lucid and at times attack others. Unlike some dream manipulators, Raylan is unable to undergo physical harm similar to those he drags into his dreams. While he could use this as an opportunity to innact mental/emotional harm on another individual, he refuses. Rather, he uses his dream manipulation as a type of escape from reality. For him, it is comfortable to conjure beautiful meadows and sunny days. Maybe a trip to a dream ocean, a pleasant walk down sunny paths among other things. Unless another dream manipulator exerts their rules over Raylan’s dreams, people cannot be hurt. While he is manipulating dreams, he must be asleep, therefore, Raylan is defenseless. Naturals: Immortality, Regenerative Healing backstory Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, Murder, Cannibalism, General Dark Themes Born to a pair of loving skinwalkers, Raylan was originally destined to have an interesting life among his birth parents. They condoned murder considering how crucial it was to their survival, however, were believed to be cannibalistic gifted to the fellow townsfolk. They were feared throughout their tiny village. They were blood-drenched monsters and everybody was terrified for the evening Raylan’s parents arrived to carry them off for their sick and twisted meals. The amount of time he spent with his parents was limited since on a late, spring evening the townsfolk stormed their quaint home. The young skinwalker’s parents were horrified, the father staying to fight while his wife quickly fled out the backdoor with their child, trying desperately to escape the clutches of the townsfolk. Hound howled in the distance, their barks becoming distant as Raylan’s mother used her enhanced speed and carried the infant far, but their plan was not perfect. There were fast creatures amidst the townsfolk, one managing to catch up while his mother attempted to flee. She was frightened, not for her life, but rather her precious child who was a mere few months old; all she wanted for him to live. Despite being a family who believed in old-time traditions, Raylan’s mother did her best to fend off her vicious assailants, although, gained a few injuries during each altercation. At one point, she managed to get a head start where she found a cottage in the woods; she was desperate. Hastily, she rapped on the door an adolescent answering the door in confusion, his eyes blind and his body kept intact from immortality. Recognition flashed, the citizens passing one another occasionally, and the mother begged the boogeyman immortal to take her son, to keep him safe. She repented for her crimes at the moment, stating she would lead them away and face death’s grasps to save her precious child. To her surprise, the man agreed, taking the child from his mother’s arms and bringing him inside. The door was closed, a lock clicking while Raylan’s mother ran in an entirely different direction. Those chasing her noticed her and proceeded to chase her down where she met her brutal demise, however, her child was never found. Their mysterious lifestyle was something Raylan grew accustomed to at a young age. The young boy had a sheltered childhood, his terrifying adoptive father being the only face he recognized on the daily. He was an old grave keeper, an outcast and an obvious recluse. Rarely would the horrifying man leave his home, the black eyes which appeared hollow alongside the marks on his face akin to dripping blood kept people shut in doors. Only when he required sustenance or needed to fetch the dead would he take a stroll through town. His appearance became an advantage as he raised the young skinwalker placed into his care. Graves could be robbed a precious flesh to feed his young son. Everything was taught from inside those cabin walls, Raylan becoming familiar with everything inside. The blue mask with black, crying eyes that hung on the man’s mantle was always the most notable oddity in their home. A strange family heirloom created to display their pride in their species and appearance. He remembered the way his father explained it, Alaric, always displaying a sense of pride; yes… Alaric was his name…. The trait most uncharacteristic of him was pride, the man frequently being rather humble. A wide-eyed Raylan would always stare up at him as he recounted family memories from when he was a mere child. Curious and completely enthralled in the world his father painted, he always had a way with words after all. Dada, will I get eyes like that? The young boy would require at times, childhood innocence resulting in what would be considered silly questions. A chuckle always left Alaric’s lips as he softly responded, no, my little Raylan, but I think in this situation, that is a good thing. A gentle finger would poke nose, the young child always inquiring why and his father would inform him. He was adopted, but nonetheless considered family to him. In a way, Raylan became the only close family Alaric had. Both misfits of society, the child’s parents prosecuted for murder and himself a lowly grave keeper. There was a sense of sympathy in their relationship, both only have one another to speak to. Contact with people was limited, therefore, their close relationship finally allowed for social support. While their lifestyle was macabre considering Raylan’s need for flesh, it was strangely pleasant for both parties. Unfortunately, the young child eventually grew restless and curious about the outside world, but even then Alaric was smart. The flesh of squirrel was a task to retrieve, however, it was bed to Raylan and viola, a new capability appeared. Shapeshifting was taught slowly, but allowed for Raylan to quietly cling to his father, finally witnessing other people. Just as people feared Alaric, Raylan found himself fearing them. There were so many, and Alaric explained how everybody was different, how people were frightful beings and in a grim tone, how they killed Raylan’s biological parents. That evening, there was a long discussion about the village people, Raylan even inquiring about his parents. Unfortunately, Alaric hardly knew anything about them, the recluse keeping to himself under most, if not all circumstances. He only learned when he fetched the dead for burying. When he finally learned what happened to his parents, Raylan was merely 8 years old. Tender, vulnerable to these stories, but submitted to them because of Alaric’s inexperience as a father. Overstepped boundaries were realized eventually, Raylan’s father pulling him close and comforting him, quietly explaining how not everybody were strictly cruel. An uncertainty hung in the moment, the skinwalker’s memories of those words foggy. Alaric, an infamous cynic, perhaps favoured to lie in an attempt to protect his young son from those frightful notions of betrayal until he thoroughly matured. Decisions became more cautious as the boogeyman learned to become a proper father, primed to care for a young child graciously handed to him by an amoral woman. As Raylan got older, Alaric’s concerns about the townspeople grew. When his son was 15, he began teaching basic survival skills in hopes the young skinwalker he grew to love as his child would prosper. Slowly it began, his father teaching him survival techniques through spontaneous camping trips. Each resulted in Raylan becoming more skillful, the young man steadily transforming into a talented survivalist. Numerous skills were taught, including hunting, however, Raylan thought he would never be required use. Years passed, Alaric schooling Raylan in survival at any opportunity he received. Decades of careful training assured him his son would be capable of living alone, alas, Raylan remained by his side. Throughout those years, Alaric haunted a growing Heaven-based community with his terrifying appearance would brew into catastrophe. A century of torment fueled those people, loathsome emotions towards the frightening boogeyman motivating them to strike. People commit horrible sins under the intense influence of anger. The emotion flows through their veins, steady, persuasive and, unfortunately, domineering. Torches lit their movements, people armed with weapons. Alaric, the old cynic, found himself distracted by a delightful conversation between himself and his son. Happiness, pride and comfort was discovered in his companion, the pair depending on one another to fill those social voids. Doors were broken, their paradise invaded by the angered villagers who raised brows at Alaric’s son. Cruelness claimed their minds, dirtied their morals as they overpowered the content pair. Held firmly, Alaric was trapped in their arms while others forced his son to the floor, bringing a contraption near those eyes. Screams echoed through the cabin, a portion his fathers, however, the majority belonged to him. Cursed weapons were plunged into his eyes, claiming the young boy’s sight while his father pleaded for them to show mercy. Eventually, Alaric broke free, fending off the villagers while Raylan crawled away, sightless, frightened and unable to heal. Pained shouts were heard, the skinwalker uncertain as he managed to find a small closet. Outside those doors, something happened, people were vanquished until, finally, his father laid into a broken heap on the floor. They exited the building, leaving Alaric to die on the floor of his cabin, ignoring his blinded son. Silence reigned, Raylan’s anxieties surfacing as slowly left the comfort of the closet, murmuring Alaric’s name. Hardly breathing, his father spoke slowly, “Ray? ... You need to go…” The notion was refused, the adopted child mumbling how he was unable to leave his father. Alas, Alaric was a broken man, shocked and poisoned to meet a cruelly slow death. Those minutes spent pleading for his son would be his last, breathing turning shallow as he explained his journey ended here. In those last words, he told Raylan to eat what was left, to cannibalize his own father to assure he would survive. Through choking sobs, Raylan’s sensitive ears listened to the final, shaky breath to leave Alaric’s lungs. Hours passed as the skinwalker cried, nestling his father, feeling the warmth leave his body. As requested, Raylan sat next to the man, tears welling at the thought, but he could never do it... Only a portion was eaten, enough to trigger his shapeshifting ability, the young man wearing the face of the man who cared about him. The remains were buried, the difficult process being accomplished in honour of his father. Once Alaric was properly placed to rest, Raylan packed his belongings, grabbing the family heirloom and fled the cabin. Gradually, he learned to survive, adapting to the world and surviving despite his lack of sight. Centuries have passed, Raylan constantly avoiding humour contact and soon residing in an abandoned hunter’s cabin. Old, broken and in the Calico Forest where the centuries old skinwalker can safely hide himself away. Each time, he waits until the last minute to consume raw flesh, still mourning Alaric and his own lonesome lifestyle. misc - Likes: Sweets, quiet places, water, kindness, noises, water, calming music (especially ambient), exploring, being read to, snuggles, hugs, closeness, stories, textures, forests, nature, peaceful locations, pleasant aromas, delicious foods, fuzzy blankets, warm places - Dislikes: Screaming, loud noises, people being afraid, terrors, mean people, being hunted, being called a monster, rudeness, being tricked, crying/being upset, heavy metal, powerful odors, eating human flesh, horror stories, scary scenarios, fire, loneliness - Fears: Loud noises, fire, death, injury, being forever alone - He has an affinity for sweets and will be more inclined to speak to those who give him some. - While he hates eating flesh, he does not necessarily hate his own kind. He just wished there was no curse attachment of daily consumption. - Despite being dressed, Raylan is rather poor and gets his clothes by stealing. While he hates doing it, his fear of death makes it difficult for him not to. - He will frequently try and starve himself because he despises eating flesh since Alaric died, but oftentimes ends up hunting down an animal to avoid death. - He carries around Alaric’s family heirloom, keeping it safe because he wants to remember the man who raised him. - If Alaric had not thoroughly taught him survival skills, Raylan would be unable to survive. - While he has heard stories about his parents, Raylan knows very little about them. - His soulmate is Yuri Torres. | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS MALAKAI MOORS FELIX MELLOBROOK NATHAN BECKARD DESMOND WILTS KAITLYNN HARRIS FRITZ JACOBS NYLA KORVICH ARLO NORWOOD EMMERSON HALOGAN YVES LEVORA UMBERTO DARIAN VYLAD ZAIDER OCTAVIO KREMLEN BRASTI VANDERFELD PRESTON CLARK ZURIEL MARLINE PERSEPHONE ROSE LACHLAN FRAISER ALIANA LA ROSA CLYDE VELLESE ABEL MCCROFT HARRISON ACASTER WREN CATO RAMAGI VAUGHN MALLORI ISIDORE VYNLAY NOAH SULLIVAN KANO MIKAZUKI JAYDEN MILTON LAURENT MAYTHORN AVERY REEVES GWEN LA’ VARRIE NAOMI BLACKWATER BRAM VAN DIJK AARUSHI CALDWELL XENO MCFALLON ZEKE DURMONT ADAIR “AMON” FELLSPARK QUINN ABRAHAM ORION HOLLINS SLADE ETHIUM ☆ FACE CLAIM CREEPYPASTA, Eyeless Jack ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. 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