<blockquote class="uncited"><div>I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post! I had a lot of family stuff going on and I wanted to create a quick background for my character as well. Hope you enjoy! Just let me know if I'm taking the thread in a direction you didn't intend on. Would you like to start a planning thread?</div></blockquote><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span> Deon Leâ€™Coy<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span> 27<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sex:</span> Male<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Hair:</span> Light Brown<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eyes:</span> Hazel<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tattoos:</span> Black, swirling lines up sides of torso and arms. <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Piercings:</span> None<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Height:</span> 6â€™2â€ (Last measurement taken when license was suspended) <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Weight:</span> 195lbs<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Build:</span> Athletic build from much action on the field.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Skin:</span> Greek toned skin.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race:</span> Human<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Agility:</span> Fairly agile for a human in his prime. Can outrun most. <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Endurance:</span> High endurance honed by many years experience in working as a rouge enforcer.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Intelligence:</span> Not the leanest meat from the package, high school dropout. <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Willpower:</span> Depends on what weâ€™re referring to. Drinks, women and fun fall on the down low while resolve, torture and withstanding alcohol come pretty easily to him.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Charm:</span> High. For a man who spends all his time in the bars, drinking and partying have seemed to give this character a certain allure to those who roll the same way.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Religion:</span> Greek Mythology<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Chosen God/Goddess:</span> Deon has always had a special preference for the God Dionysiusâ€”God of wine and spirits. Wonder why. <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span> Imagine a man who won the lottery. What might he do? Perhaps he would feel lucky enough and set for life. He might even drop out of high school and make his lifeâ€™s goal: to have a good time. If those were any of your thoughts then you should be able to imagine the general visage of this character. Half of the time bumming it in comfortable jeans and a causal shirt, other half spent in expensive designer clothes tailored to max out his gallivanting. Poorly shaven, and very fit. Golden skin inherited from his Greek ancestors though he lacks several of the characteristic features and traits.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Personality:</span> If you can convince him that itâ€™s fun, heâ€™s in. Deonâ€™s entire being revolves around making the most from his life.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">History</span> Thereâ€™s not much to tell of Deonâ€™s life. A noteworthy bit of information would include guns. Just about the only thing Deon is good for is a shot. And not of top shelf whiskey either. Having spent nearly every waking moment with his divorced father, he learned everything he now has from him. What little school he knows: gunsâ€¦and women. Having failed twice his freshman year in high school, Deon was 18 year old junior who won the lottery on his fourth scratcher. Thirty million dollars later, and Deon is an official high school dropout and the richest person in his county. <br/><br/>Original born in Greece, his barely together family of his mother and father moved to France in an effort to rejuvenate their lost love. When that didnâ€™t work, the mother gave up all custody of Deon Leâ€™Coy and his father took him to America.<br/><br/>The next thing they knew, they made the biggest move of their life. Planets. He got the news after a pleasant Friday evening, they needed to be packed and ready the next morning to shove off. Very little was able to be taken. So, when he successfully arrived he had two [insert pistol name and model here], a pack of chewing gum, three pairs of jeans and five shirts, and his body. Watches and different things no longer worked on this planet since there were different ways to tell tame and no need for cell towers. His millions of dollars were essentially lost, albeit cut into a fourth. The conversion rate between dollars in America and the new currency here on Ignaris was about a 1:4 factor ratio. <br/><br/>Still with enough to live with, Deon was relatively content. None of this was ever going to stand in the way of his fun.</div></div></div><br/>Deon walked down the calm streets. He was used to this area, for once. It always seemed like the city was changing, moving forward. There was certainly more production going on here than there ever was on Earth. And this was only half of a hemisphere. Of course this was all due to the abundant natural resources the people had just begun tapping into. Phixus. The other half. Completely inhabited by demons. The idea intrigued and frightened him all at the same time. While that was somewhat natural, he wasnâ€™t the type to get frightened easily.<br/><br/>After taking a turn (down the wrong way) Deon twirled a gun in his left hand. There was a lot more freedom here. There was a huge screening process for all coming onto the planet and not many miscreants managed to get through. Then there were the humanoids. Some considered them terrible beings, but that was due highly to the fact you often didnâ€™t know you were encountering one. They looked and almost always acted exactly like a normal human, but they werenâ€™t.  It was unsure exactly what they wereâ€¦but there was one certainty. People chose sides. There were those strongly opposed to any form of socialization with humanoids. Othersâ€¦were more accepting. Personally he was one of those. At least, he supposed. At the current time he didnâ€™t hold any preconceived notions or grudges against any of them. In reality he had only known a few to be sure.<br/><br/>What was he going to do now? For once he didnâ€™t feel like going out with some random chick he could pick up in a bar. He got in this mood every now and again. Deon was just looking for something to do, sooner or later, heâ€™d find it. Flashing lights began to illuminate the metal plated streets he was walking. Thatâ€™s oddâ€¦he didnâ€™t remember a club being on the way to his house. Had he taken a wrong turn at some point? Sighing internally, he walked inside the building. The new age music alive and well, he had grown well used to the styles brought here on Ignaris. To be honest he actually favoured them somewhat in comparison with Earth. It was new, bolder, and refreshing. Sure there were beats to grind with but those would come later in the evening.<br/><br/>Pushing his way through throngs of people, Deon was looking to find an empty bar maid. At least if he could talk her up some, it would be fun. He spotted an available stool in front of a cute faced blonde. Taking the opportunity, he sat down fluidly. â€œShot of whiskey?â€ He asked.<br/><br/>â€œSure!â€ She responded somewhat eagerly. This pleased him of course, and he was happy to have seemed to already make an impression on her. Four more shots and getting into some more mindless chit chat, he grew bored of the charming gal. Deon turned around on his bar stool and studied the occupants. He was just in time. I fight had broken out between your typical bar drunk and a level-headed man. The man with his head on straight was of medium build, a blank expression that didnâ€™t look alarmed nor bemused by the highly larger man throwing insults at him like a child. The drunken fool lunged at the calm man. Deon was anticipating that he would merely dodge and rid himself of the situation. Instead, he thrust out a bare palm nearly faster than he could see.<br/><br/>He flew off his own stool and stood up, craning to get a closer look. The entire momentum of the largish man had come to a complete halt. Before anybody could recover, the strange man hoisted the entire weight of the brute on his bare hand; bearing him like a serve would a platter. And with one graceful, swift action, flung the guy bodily across the room.<span style="font-style: italic">A humanoid.</span>He thought. This one did certainly seem more violent than most, but why would such a thing occur here? This civilization was all peaceâ€¦it didnâ€™t make any sense. The stranger turned on the rest of them, wreaking havoc in the bar. Rather than stay and fightâ€”a fight he wasnâ€™t sure he could winâ€”Deon quickly exited the establishment and took a brisk pace off towards the opposite direction.<br/><br/>He was nearly in the heart of the city now. But something was bothering him. Humanoids didnâ€™t usually act like that. Not that they were any more peaceable than humans but still, he had never truly seen one get angry. Deon supposed one could, especially if provoked, but the bar scene was much too simple of a cause to trigger that level of reaction. What exactly was going on here?<br/><br/>He stopped in one of the main plazas, towards the north of the city. Deon stared up towards the sky, sweeping his gaze over the numerous sky high buildings. Perhaps his answer was thereâ€¦in the sky. Only time would tell. Time, and the need to divulge answers.<span style="font-style: italic">Well,</span>he thought<span style="font-style: italic">at least it might be kinda fun.</span>