Rook Blackwell

[Rook Blackwell]

Rook Blackwell

"I think I'm having a heart attack, another full blown arrest of the cardiac, gotta get it under control. "

the basics,

»»character full name: Rook Blackwell
»»age: 19
»»sexual orientation:Heterosexual
»»alignment: Light
»»position: Head Healer
»»gender: Male
»»power:

Darkness;; Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Rook has the ability to release a strange black mist from his body. His favored from is through direct contact, but he can also manifest it through exhalation or by suspending the mist in the air about him through his pores. The mist is highly corrosive to inorganic matter causing it to decay rapidly. This strange miasma is powerful enough to melt through stone in a matter of moments when in high concentration, such as when it is applied through direct contact or by exhaling it. When suspended in the air it floats about causing things to dissolve away slowly. Rook is unable to dissolve organic matter, but it still has an adverse effect on it. Any living thing that comes in contact with Rook's mist is slowly drained of energy. Plants wither and fruit rots as he comes near them. Animals and Humans often find themselves growing weaker in the presence of his mist accompanied by the feelings of nausea and disorientation. Rook has a strong dislike of this ability due to it's hazardous nature, despite being immune to the effects himself.

the appearance,

»»eyes: Red
»»markings:

During his time as a hunter Rook got into several fights with mutated Animals. Luck allowed him to escape with his life but he was severely scarred after each of these encounters. They line the entirety of his body, the most prominent lies upon his left cheek.

»»height: 6'2''
»»weight: 200 lbs.
»»general appearance:

Brook is a fairly intimidating young man with raven black hair, brilliant red eyes, and more scars than a war hero. Hard muscle line his body from his time spent as a hunter, though he typically wears clothing that envelops his entire frame. More often than not the Healer is often seen sporting long jeans, a button up shirt, and a long flowing black coat that resembles a lab coat. He typically reserves the coat for when he's on duty, but he seems to always be on duty. Red feathers, a treasure from his first kill, are usually braided into his hair along with arrow heads he had used to kill various other quarries.

the personality,

»»likes:

• Walking
  
• Red
  
• Warmth
  

»»dislikes:

• Rebellious Patients
  
• Recklessness
  
• Hunting
  

»»strengths:

• Healer;; Rook is an incredibly skilled healer. His father, having been the towns original surgeon, had left behind various books detailing surgeries and treatments for injuries that he had faced. Rook grasped the concept of the healing arts easily and, during his time while incapacitated, studied them intensely. This and all of the practice he's accumulated, due to the Children's recklessness, have made him a proficient doctor. With his skills , steady hands, and status as the son of the original town surgeon he became the Head Healer.
  
  
• Warrior;; Rook, before coming a Healer, was originally a Hunter. At the age of thirteen he was rather notorious for his large size and the scars that covered his body. His habit of picking fights with the mutated creatures earned him a reputation for being reckless. Rook was, and still is, a very skilled fighter able to move with the flow of battle. During his stint as a warrior he often used a reflex composite bow and an axe. His past injuries limit his ability to fight however.
  

»»weaknesses:

• Crippled;; Rook isn't crippled severely, but in such a manner that he had to give up his way of life. During his final hunt he was severely wounded by a large bear like mutant. The mauling severely injured various muscle groups in his body. With an incompetent head healer Rook's body healed improperly. It is impossible for him to raise his right arm above shoulder level with out pain shooting through his body, his arm going dead from it. His right knee sustained serious injuries and experiences stiffness and shooting pains at seemingly random times. On particularly bad days he walks with a limp, often times using a cane to prevent himself from falling to the ground. These injuries are known to the entire village. There is another he keeps hidden however.
  
  
• Self-conscious;; Rook, because of the injuries he has sustained, is incredibly self conscious about his physical appearance and abilities. He constantly feels as if others are judging him based on his appearance and his skills a surgeon. If one were to comment on his appearance he often spirals into a somewhat comedic drought of self pity and depression. Despite these hilarious episodes Rook's issues are deep rooted and affect his relationships with most of the other Children.
  

»»secrets:

Rook is partially blind in his left eye as a result of the attack. During surgeries he often closes the eye or allows his hair to cover it. He refuses to admit this to others, believing that they would eject him from his position and make him take on a more menial job.

»»general personality:

Rook is nothing like he was six years ago. Back when the boy was still a hunter he was a cocky and violently irrational hooligan, who would have rather been out killing whatever he could get his hands on rather than studying. He was known for his recklessness in fighting, often engaging mutant animals on his own. He saw this new, lawless world as a massive playground where he could do what he wanted, where he was invincible, unstoppable. It wasn't until after he was seriously injured the young man mellowed out and became more responsible.

Rook is a calm man who rarely speaks unless he has to. The anger that used to lay so close to the surface has been pushed back, restrained and tempered by the humbling effect of being partially crippled. The recklessness he was so commonly known for in his youth has faded as the man has become more analytical, observing things before acting. He has, in fact, grown to dislike reckless behavior, namely that of the hunters who he so often treats. He often finds himself cautioning others to "look before you leap."

The humbling experience of losing has... well, humbled the boy. The arrogance he once portrayed has vanished completely and he even suffers from a low self esteem, belittling his skills when praised. The greatest change is his attitude towards the villagers he once saw as dolts and laggards. His new role as a doctor has changed his perception. The urge to protect, prevent, and heal the children has overcome him. He no longer thinks of them as a mindless horde scrapping for survival but a sort of family. Despite all of these changes he has not completely changed. When challenged Rook will show a flash of his former self, allowing his temper to flare. This frequently occurs when others choose to ignore his diagnosis and instructions, often time putting in the dirt with what little stamina he has left in his tattered body.

the history,

»»mother: Ramona Blackwell
»»father: Eli Blackwell
»»siblings: N/A
»»others: N/A
»»background:

Rook was one of the oldest around when the adults met their end. With no one to take charge or care for them Rook found himself and the rest of the older children being drawn into the first generation of Hunters. Rook, at the age of twelve, was rather large for his age and, under his father's exercise regiment, was in better shape than most. With an axe and bow in hand he joined his fellow children to gather what resources they could. It didn't take long for a deep seething hatred for the world to come forth. Rook hated being without his parents, hated having to grow up, and in time came to view the world as a sort of hell. His mentality towards this hellish world was to make the most out of it.

Rook acted out recklessly. He went on hunts by himself frequently, using his abilities to sicken and weaken his quarries before terminating them at close range with the axe that was once used to chop wood. Whenever he encountered an enemy that was not sufficiently weakened by his strange abilities he would finish them off with a bow. Rook quickly became some what notorious for his snide behavior and ability to take on a variety of mutant creatures with his odd abilities. He became known for his specialty in hunting 'monsters' rather than taking on the usually prey his hunter brethren went after. This, of course, was due to his manner of hunting, in which his deadly mist permeated the meat of his kills.

For a year he was a solitary figure, hunting daily, but only for a year. Close to his fourteenth year Rook went on his final hunt. The young boy had noticed signs of a large beast roaming about. His arrogance got the better of him and he chased after it. The beast, a large mutant bear, was incredibly powerful, being able to shake off the effects of Rook's mist. Without his ace in the hole Rook had great difficulty fighting the beast. He was able to plant his axe in it's side but not before getting mauled. The bear, sustaining debilitating injuries, left to lick it's wounds leaving a broken and beaten Rook. Luck was on the lad's side. A passing group of hunters found him and carried him back to the village.

For a straight week Rook was wracked with fever. His wounds festered and were infected, but he made it through. Bound to bed, Rook was unable to hunt. He found himself growing incredibly bored. With nothing to do he began to read the books his father had left behind. At first he read them just to have something to do, to fight off the boredom. He was stuck in his home for a month as his shattered bones and torn muscles healed. A month spent with reading medical journals and books filled with confusing terms and words that made no sense. To his astonishment the words slowly began to make sense and he found that he enjoyed the books. When his body was well enough to move about he remained in his bed, continuing to read. His muscles had already begun to wither away and he was unable to move and fight like he used to, there was no reason to get up. Besides, whenever he went out the children he used to tease and talk down to gawked at him and made fun of him in a similar manner. It made him miserable.

It wasn't until he read in one of his father's book the need of moving around after sustaining injuries that he went out, even if he was jeered at. Rook balanced his time carefully between reading and moving around, engaging in his own brand of physical therapy. This continued for another year until the council confronted him. He was informed that he need to take up a position if he wanted to keep being fed. Rook went out the next day attempting to find a new position to fill. He tried every job he could think of. With his gimp arm and worn leg he was unable to do anything strenuous, he was terrible at making clothing, and couldn't handle the children without getting frustrated. A week passed before he turned to healing.

The boy showed a preternatural aptitude for the healing arts. He had never thought he would be any good at healing and was amazed to find out that he had a 'gift' for it. With a new sense of purpose he began to study with more vigor. For five years he studied his father's books and worked with the injured and sick. His skills enhanced dramatically and eventually he took up the position as the Head Healer after the other was killed in an attack. During his first year as the Head Healer he was approached to join the Protectors as their personal Healer. After all, it was hard enough coming up with a lie to tell the healers so they wouldn't ask too many questions. Rook was one of the few that refused to do so. He believed he wasn't fit for the group and refused to be part of the group. Yet, somehow, he ended up becoming their unofficial healer, getting woken up at all hours of the night to patch up any Protector that happened to get injured in the line of duty.

the player,

»»alias: Vyril
»»age: 18
»»contact: PM and Chatango
»»rp sample:

The attack came suddenly and without warning. The woman that had been on the other side of the room darted through the darkness like a viper. Her claws encircled Axel's neck and those dreadful teeth clenched shut before him. He could feel the strength of her hand and the direness of his situation. His smile faded from sight and his eyes went cold. The silver hues that so often glimmered with cheer and hope went dark with a seriousness that few could match. He returned her gaze, refusing to bow his head or submit to her. This woman, this Onyx, she was wrong on many points. Axel did understand her, he understood her and the Weres much better than most men could have. It was this understanding that prevented his instincts from taking control of his body and struggling to free himself.

He wouldn't show fear, though he did feel his heart beat faster and every instinct in his body screamed at him to try and get away. Showing fear, showing submission, those would make his job almost impossible to do. Once one tipped their head to another in the Werewolf society it was a sign that you obeyed them. In the basest, most vulgar terms; it made you their bitch and Axel refused to let anyone push him around. "Power is not everything." he said in an even tone. "Strength comes in many forms, in strength of heart, in character, in integrity. Just because I can't match you in power does not mean I'm weak." Axel stepped off his soap box, so to speak, after Onyx released him. He didn't bother to speak more on how power and strength were often misconstrued for being one and the same. It was an argument that would just lead the two in circles and make his work just that much more difficult.

As she walked away he rubbed his neck and then allowed her to continue her venting. When she finally finished he let out a sigh and leaned against the wall that she avoided. "Now, I'm sorry if offended you somehow." he said as he looked over at her. His tone was sincere. "I meant you no disrespect. I was just honestly saying that I didn't want to bring any silver around you. As for everything else," Axel stopped for a moment, shifting slightly as he lifted himself off of the wall. "I don't think you're some mindless beast. I've spent almost all of my life around Weres. If I've learned anything it's that they aren't the animals that the media and our mayor make them out to be. As for why I'm here," he leaned forward, his hands clasped together.

"I'm not here to just groom and bathe you. I'm here to make sure that you're treated right, to take care of you when you get sick, to patch you up after a fight, to make sure no one tries to sabotage you. Sure, I sound like little more than a nursemaid but I'm one of the few lifelines that you've got down here in this hellhole. In short, I'm your protector and as weak as I am I'm pretty good at my job. Especially the patching up portion. I'm really good at that." he said, adding a small joke to his rather serious speech. "Now, can we try this over again?" he asked, with a soft smile. He was sarcastic, brazen, and a bit cocky at times but Axel was possibly the kindest soul that Onyx would meet in the underworld of cells. Just as her dominance oozed from her every pore, saturating the cell the kindness that Axel unconditionally showed everyone rolled off of him in waves. Their respective auras clashed within the cell, but both of them could be felt.

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