Post by Graydon Creed on May 29, 2011 20:22:25 GMT -8
Player Name: Creed
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Name: Graydon Creed
Alias): N/A
Codename: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Type: Human
Affiliation: Friends of Humanity
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Play-by: Michael Shanks
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Name: Graydon Creed
Alias): N/A
Codename: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Type: Human
Affiliation: Friends of Humanity
Avatar and Picture:
Play-by: Michael Shanks
Family:
Victor Creed (father), Mystique (mother)General Appearance:
Standing six feet tall, weighing around 185 pounds, Graydon Creed is as physicall fit as a man his age could possibly be, and his toned physique reflects that. He is neat, tidy, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He is almost always clean shaven, and has no distinguishing marks of any kind.Personality:
Creed is almost always seen wearing expensive suits, such as to maintain his image of being a great man, a leader, and a role model. He
To some, Graydon might be considered a sociopath, willing to do anything and hurt anyone to achieve his goals. The truth is, though, that he is as far away from being a sociopath as one can be, due to his all-encompassing hatred of mutants.Abilities:
Graydon is a genius, a master manipulator that can make even the most average, law abiding person do the most despicable things by playing on their fears and weaknesses. He is an outstanding, inspirational orator who tends to believe all the hype about himself.
To humans, he can be almost charming; warm even. He loves humanity, and will do anything to protect it and see that it is the dominant species on the planet.
Because of his dual life, the man doesn't have many close friends, but the ones he does have must have a certain level of loyalty to him and his cause, or he will have no problem doing away with them, all in the name of Homo Sapien survival.
Being human, Graydon has no mutant abilities, powers or advantages. He is a master manipulator, a great orator, and can very easily move himself in to people's good graces if he spots an opening.History:
He is an expert at deception and misdirection, inspiration, and has a cold ruthlessness that he in fact inherited from his father (though he does not know it).
The fact that Graydon Creed's parents were mutants is in fact the primary reason for him hating them. Abandoning him as an infant, he was adopted by a human family. He had a good childhood, in a loving home that any child would be lucky to be a part of.Other:
It is unknown how Graydon found out about his parentage, but once he had, things changed for him in a way that would dictate the rest of his life. He hated his parents for abandoning him, and as such hated mutants for taking away his chances at being raised with his biological family.
Finishing his education, Graydon went in to politics, becoming a senator that was all for the registering of mutants and the military having the power to deal with such "nuisances".
Fearing that congress would only drag its heels, Creed, on the side, set up an organisation known as the "Friends of Humanity" which was basically a terrorist cell or militia that committed acts of terrorism against mutants and mutant sympathisers.
His belief was that a time would come when humans would have to battle mutants for control of the planet, and that he was going to need an army so that mutantkind would not prevail.
The "Friends of Humanity" is that army.
Graydon is heterosexual, and has occasionally spent time with women when he's felt the urge. He's not the kind of man who has many relationships, though.Sample RP:
The dream was here again. He didn't like it; he didn't want it. It was every bit the nightmare that he thought it was sometimes, and as he tossed and turned in bed, his skin began to shine due to the beads of sweat that formed.
Waking violently, he sat up in the bed, the sheets only covering the lower half of his body. The young, blonde intern beside him tossed slightly, but she didn't wake up. Good; he wouldn't have to shout at her to get the hell out.
Turning, he let his legs hang over the side of the bed, his feet landing firmly on the soft, carpeted floor. He wiped the sweat from his brow, then stood up, the moonlight all that existed to guide him towards the marble laden bathroom that adjoined his quarters.
Turning on the small light over the mirror, he looked at himself for a moment, relieved that yes, he was still himself, and no, the events of his dream hadn't really occurred...
He was still human...