Post by Daimon Darren on Apr 21, 2018 17:53:44 GMT -4
Daimon Darren
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Kinetic Activity
Player Name: Darren
Faceclaim/Series: Kittan, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Student
Height: 178cm
Weight: 70kg
Hair/Style: Dirty blonde
Skin/Scars: The odd scar on the arm, nothing really gruesome
Eyes: Deep blue, appear almost black from afar
Notables: nah mate
Player Name: Darren
Faceclaim/Series: Kittan, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Student
Height: 178cm
Weight: 70kg
Hair/Style: Dirty blonde
Skin/Scars: The odd scar on the arm, nothing really gruesome
Eyes: Deep blue, appear almost black from afar
Notables: nah mate
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Tall by Japanese standards, his scruffy blonde hair stands out, but it’s generally his boisterous attitude that people notice. He has the body of a fighter and a strong jawline, but he is not going to turn heads wherever he walks like a more conventionally attractive bishonen. His choice of clothes when out of the UA uniform is pretty rock’n’roll, with old school leather jackets and torn jeans and band tees abound, but he can more often be found in his training gear. He recently replaced his old dirty white sneakers with a new pair of the same model.
POSITIVE
✔ Brave
✔ Confident
✔ Outspoken
✔ Shrewd
✔ Rebellious
✔ Actually a decent teacher, surprisingly
NEGATIVE
✖ Braggart with a superiority complex
✖ Arrogant
✖ Violent
✖ Commanding
✖ Loud
✖ Rude
✖ Impulsive
✖ Selfish
LIKES
✔ Fighting
✔ Rock music
✔ Bass guitar
✔ Motorcycles, tanks, warplanes, anything with a big engine that goes big boom
DISLIKES
✖ Authority
✖ Snitches
✖ Normies
✖ Weak-ass bitches
✖ Plain-ass motherfuckers
✖ People with a stick up their ass
✖ Newbies who talk about their quirks for hours on end
Personality:
Darren is a psychopath. Now get the movie “Psycho” out of your head right this instant, because I’m about to school you about what psychopaths really are. Lesson one: they’re not slasher movie villains. In technical terms, Darren suffers from an underdeveloped prefrontal cortex and paralimbic system, displaying the personality traits that people whose MRI brain scans reveal such underdevelopment commonly display: poor impulse control, emotional detachment, confidence, coolness under pressure, charisma and poor emotional empathy.
In other words, Darren was born that way, so to speak. He does not have a traumatic past; maybe an odd family structure at worst, but it was his genes that made him the way he is -- in part, at least. In practice, this translates into him being rather blunt, as he has trouble empathizing with people in general, yet he is rather adept at navigating social situations thanks to his ability to read people’s faces unobstructed by his own emotions -- usually. However, poor impulse control makes rather, well, impulsive, and his tendency to say whatever the fuck he pleases without second-guessing the context sometimes lands him in trouble, makes people dislike him, or both. Often both.
He finds himself at odds with other people, “regular” people, and has very few people he would consider close friends; and even those he does, he can’t help but feel a certain distance from them as well. Alienation is an emotion Darren is very familiar with, used to even, at this point. He finds himself clashing with people over a thousand different subjects, at odds with fundamental aspects of their thinking, and his elitism doesn’t help; in a word, Darren is not exactly a peoples person. To think him socially inept however would be a mistake; his own emotional detachment, lack of remorse and superficial charm makes manipulation of others an easy endeavor, but as he doesn’t like to pretend to be someone else, he seldom makes use of it.
His one true love is fighting, though he enjoys any competitive activity, really. He has a tendency to be rather elitist about it, and while it isn’t unearned, it can make him feel unapproachable. However, he respects strength in any form, whether it is mental or physical strength, so he will help anyone who sincerely asks him for training. He will be a hard-ass about it, but there might lie his best quality: Darren is a surprisingly diligent teacher, and anyone who trains with him regularly can attest of the justness of his evaluations and the exercises he accordingly assigns. When it comes to something he loves, Darren is a lot shrewder than his shit-talking lets on.
Violence is something Darren shrugs off as a part of the world, and he doesn’t have a great deal of respect pacifists who’d rather roll over than fight. He does not believe that strength gives one a moral right to do whatever they please, but that’s only because he does not believe in moral rightness. Philosophically, he is a realist and a materialist: things are the way they are, until they change, and that’s about it. He doesn’t believe in grand ideas and principles shaping the world, only in material conditions and their fluctuations in the real world.
As such, one might wonder what is his motivation for being a hero. It is very simple: it’s a job that pays him for doing what he likes, and more importantly, praises him for it. His ego is something else, to say the least; he has a very high opinion of himself, which he believes to be more than justified, and the world around him seems to confirm it; he is one of the strongest students at school, an official and unofficial leader of men in his clubs and everyday school life, and at least talked about in the press if he wasn’t being praised. Ego might just be what drives him on the path to being a hero the most, but he finds something incredibly satisfying in the grateful looks of people he saves. And damn, is it ever fun to brawl it out with a villain in a dark alleyway.
In other words, Darren is a hero for all the wrong reasons, and he is perfectly aware of it.
Tall by Japanese standards, his scruffy blonde hair stands out, but it’s generally his boisterous attitude that people notice. He has the body of a fighter and a strong jawline, but he is not going to turn heads wherever he walks like a more conventionally attractive bishonen. His choice of clothes when out of the UA uniform is pretty rock’n’roll, with old school leather jackets and torn jeans and band tees abound, but he can more often be found in his training gear. He recently replaced his old dirty white sneakers with a new pair of the same model.
POSITIVE
✔ Brave
✔ Confident
✔ Outspoken
✔ Shrewd
✔ Rebellious
✔ Actually a decent teacher, surprisingly
NEGATIVE
✖ Braggart with a superiority complex
✖ Arrogant
✖ Violent
✖ Commanding
✖ Loud
✖ Rude
✖ Impulsive
✖ Selfish
LIKES
✔ Fighting
✔ Rock music
✔ Bass guitar
✔ Motorcycles, tanks, warplanes, anything with a big engine that goes big boom
DISLIKES
✖ Authority
✖ Snitches
✖ Normies
✖ Weak-ass bitches
✖ Plain-ass motherfuckers
✖ People with a stick up their ass
✖ Newbies who talk about their quirks for hours on end
Personality:
Darren is a psychopath. Now get the movie “Psycho” out of your head right this instant, because I’m about to school you about what psychopaths really are. Lesson one: they’re not slasher movie villains. In technical terms, Darren suffers from an underdeveloped prefrontal cortex and paralimbic system, displaying the personality traits that people whose MRI brain scans reveal such underdevelopment commonly display: poor impulse control, emotional detachment, confidence, coolness under pressure, charisma and poor emotional empathy.
In other words, Darren was born that way, so to speak. He does not have a traumatic past; maybe an odd family structure at worst, but it was his genes that made him the way he is -- in part, at least. In practice, this translates into him being rather blunt, as he has trouble empathizing with people in general, yet he is rather adept at navigating social situations thanks to his ability to read people’s faces unobstructed by his own emotions -- usually. However, poor impulse control makes rather, well, impulsive, and his tendency to say whatever the fuck he pleases without second-guessing the context sometimes lands him in trouble, makes people dislike him, or both. Often both.
He finds himself at odds with other people, “regular” people, and has very few people he would consider close friends; and even those he does, he can’t help but feel a certain distance from them as well. Alienation is an emotion Darren is very familiar with, used to even, at this point. He finds himself clashing with people over a thousand different subjects, at odds with fundamental aspects of their thinking, and his elitism doesn’t help; in a word, Darren is not exactly a peoples person. To think him socially inept however would be a mistake; his own emotional detachment, lack of remorse and superficial charm makes manipulation of others an easy endeavor, but as he doesn’t like to pretend to be someone else, he seldom makes use of it.
His one true love is fighting, though he enjoys any competitive activity, really. He has a tendency to be rather elitist about it, and while it isn’t unearned, it can make him feel unapproachable. However, he respects strength in any form, whether it is mental or physical strength, so he will help anyone who sincerely asks him for training. He will be a hard-ass about it, but there might lie his best quality: Darren is a surprisingly diligent teacher, and anyone who trains with him regularly can attest of the justness of his evaluations and the exercises he accordingly assigns. When it comes to something he loves, Darren is a lot shrewder than his shit-talking lets on.
Violence is something Darren shrugs off as a part of the world, and he doesn’t have a great deal of respect pacifists who’d rather roll over than fight. He does not believe that strength gives one a moral right to do whatever they please, but that’s only because he does not believe in moral rightness. Philosophically, he is a realist and a materialist: things are the way they are, until they change, and that’s about it. He doesn’t believe in grand ideas and principles shaping the world, only in material conditions and their fluctuations in the real world.
As such, one might wonder what is his motivation for being a hero. It is very simple: it’s a job that pays him for doing what he likes, and more importantly, praises him for it. His ego is something else, to say the least; he has a very high opinion of himself, which he believes to be more than justified, and the world around him seems to confirm it; he is one of the strongest students at school, an official and unofficial leader of men in his clubs and everyday school life, and at least talked about in the press if he wasn’t being praised. Ego might just be what drives him on the path to being a hero the most, but he finds something incredibly satisfying in the grateful looks of people he saves. And damn, is it ever fun to brawl it out with a villain in a dark alleyway.
In other words, Darren is a hero for all the wrong reasons, and he is perfectly aware of it.
HISTORY
Born to a tour manager, a barely-legal groupie a alcohol-fueled night after a hard rock-concert, Darren could have had a much worse upbringing if it wasn’t for involved grandparents, a loving if a bit irresponsible mother and a father with deep enough pockets to cut large child support checks. At worst, his family life was a little wonky growing up, but all in all, Darren had a pretty normal upbringing, and it’s no tragic backstory that set him on the path to becoming a professional hero. It was psychopathy.
Considering the lifestyle of his parents, it wasn’t all that surprising that Darren manifested the fun-loving, inhibition-free personality and emotional detachment of a clinical psychopath. The other kids were strange to him, but he disliked being alone more than he disliked people, and so he quickly learned to act as much like a normal kid as he could, with mixed results. His natural charisma and playfulness soon made him the leader of the kid’s games. There was always a troupe of 3-4 kids following him and repeating what he said all through his childhood, laying the foundations of his oversized ego.
It wasn’t long before his quirk manifested, but the bullying other quirked kids experimented simply wasn’t present in the same manner for Darren. Kids his age avoided trouble with him, but to the older kids and the ones held back a year he was a target, a way to assert their authority. Very quickly, wrestling for power on the playground turned physical, and with the years eventually became school delinquency.
As a teenager, Darren was now a full-on school delinquent, having been kicked out of his fair share of middle schools for fighting and skipping class. He hopped from martial arts club to martial arts club, never staying long -- having either defeated everyone worth defeating there or got kicked out for breaking the rules or disrespecting the instructors or a combination of all of the above. School delinquency always felt like a natural life path for him. School wasn’t interesting; the prospect of doing well in exams to land a good university and a cosy office job never appealed to him.
Of course, in the conservative Japanese society, a school delinquent was someone to be shunned; an unproductive member of society, a leech, trash to be taken out. Girls were afraid of him and didn’t talk to him, save for the occasional gyaru. Even his delinquent buddies eventually straightened up and cleaned their act, parting their hair and starting to wear glasses to fit in with everyone else. Such a path Darren never considered; he hated pretending to be someone else. Either society was going to accept him for who he was, or he would leave it.
Indeed, without UA, Darren might have become a villain.
The timing couldn’t have been better; after a fight gone wrong at the abandoned train station, he and his goons got tricked into getting the cops called on them by their opponent. They scrambled, some escaped, Darren found himself with a cop blocking his only way out. For a second, he considered that he could blast his knee into his face before he could even react and run free. He then thought of the ass-whooping his mother would give him, decided he wasn’t ready to be kicked out of his house just yet and gave himself up.
Sentencing was light; ironically, the conservative views of Japanese society played in his favor, as his coming from a single-parent family counted as attenuating circumstances. He was sentenced to a couple dozen hours of community service, his legal folder stayed blank, and he was told to attend a mandatory recruiting meeting for that new hero school that popped up recently and was looking for students for its inaugural year.
Darren had never considered the paths of one of those vigilantes in costumes chasing after villains; for one, it didn’t pay, and for two, those guys got chased by the police a little too much for his tastes. However, it was a time of change for Japanese society and the world at large; some of those vigilantes were getting legitimized, granted proper licenses and made into official “heroes”. The delinquent found the name cringy and ridiculous, but the idea of a school with sparring classes teaching them to use their quirk to arrest villains sounded like a more interesting prospect than your average high school.
It was for all those wrong reasons that Darren decided to join UA.
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A year later, it was hard to tell if the delinquent had changed or not.
For one, he now referred to himself as a former delinquent. He couldn’t exactly keep up appearances for the sake of it; going out to fight delinquents from other schools was a surefire way to get expelled, and he had come to like his school life. As previously mentioned, the regular sparring classes were a big sell, but there was something more about heroic life. After the events of Semper Fi, he felt true gratitude for the first time in his life when he arrested a crazy gunwoman threatening a bunch of civilians along with his schoolmates. Same for that kid they saved in the Kunshu festival incident.
On the other hand, he was still very much himself. His mouth was still as loud and filthy as ever; he still bossed his gang of goons around; he still aggressively recruited/strong-handed people into the football team; and he still fought, a hell of a lot, the only difference being that now those were official spars. He discovered a knack for teaching in the martial arts club, but he still reasoned it was just another way for him to look for a fun fight.
Darren was growing, and UA was a positive influence on the delinquent, no doubt about it. The question remained, however, if Darren was a good influence on the school as it entered its second year. As one of his classmates got stabbed by a graffiti artist villain in Musutafu, Darren had taken to disappearing from his dorm in the dead of night to spray paint very un-heroic threats in blood red over the villain’s graffiti. If he was to be found out now, who knew how the school would react?
