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[Break.]

Rozzlyn nodded. "I won't drop you. I'm not that weak." She said, it came out with a rough edge to it. She continued through the now-thinning smoke. She could see the light from the end of the ally-way. Rozzlyn pushed on, but her adrenaline was starting to fade, causing the pain from her side and her arm to increase slowly by the second. She clenched her teeth tightly together, she was close to the end now. Not too much longer. When she reached the end of the ally where most of the others were, she set Kendra down on the ground. Rozzlyn then walked a few steps past her before plopping heavily down on the ground. Her breathing was heavy and she was exhausted. She held her hand above the burn wound on her shoulder and arm, trying to get some more water on it, while her other hand was clutching her still-bleeding side. The water flowing from her hands was barely a trickle now, she was completely tired out. Rozzlyn glanced over at the girl who had gotten shot, then she started to look back at her arm before doing a double-take and looking back at Nicole. She bullet wound was now gone. No scar, no stitches, no nothing. A confused look spread across Rozzlyn's face, her mouth also slightly hanging open in amazement and bewilderment. "How did you do that?" She asked her, not knowing that Giovanni had actually healed her.

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( I noticed you have no hybrids here. I was wondering if, hopefully, you would allow Itzal into your ranks? ))



Name:
Itzal Luken Azorola

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Body Description:
Lean, wiry, and having a minimal amount of visible muscle showing, he's in top shape. With a pale, almost untannable skin color and long, winding fingers. He has long legs and a broad stride, making it hard to keep pace with him. He's a fair height, around 6 foot 4 feet.

Hair Description:
He has long, straight, and uneven black hair that has various streaks of blond within it. It appears to be that he has no set pattern with the blond streaks, just that they were there. It is his natural hair color, and has not been died, highlighted, or low lighted. A side sweep generally covers his other eye.

Eye Description:
With one cold, icy blue eye and one gold, cat like narrowed eye, it's no wonder his parents feared him. His gold eye is, quite literally, a vibrant gold with streaks of a paler gold within his iris. His icy blue eye is hard and unforgiving, generally showing indifference towards others.

Tattoos, Scars, Wings, Etc..?:
He has a long scar racing down his gold eye, reaching about level with his mid cheek. He has several more scars lacerated around his wrists that appear self-inflicted. On the majority of the left side of his upper torso, a variety of pale black tattoo's cover his body. The symbols seem to mean very little to anyone other than him.


Crush(s):
Open

Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
None at the Moment

Spouse:
None

Kid(s):
None

Personality:
Kind : Sarcastic. Violent. Tortured. Insensitive. Intellectual

Don't mistake his words for an effort to kindness. Itzal will speak the truth to you, even when it's spoken in a blunt, and pessimistic form. He doesn't care for others, and he doesn't care for himself. That's what he wants to be. Indifferent. Uncaring. Distant. He doesn't want people to care for him, and he doesn't care too much for people either.

He won't let you die, or get injured needlessly. He's smarter than that. But if you find yourself facing an opponent and loosing, don't expect help from him. If you can't keep yourself protected, then don't even bother protecting others. There are those rare few though that manage to touch that something in him. That hidden tender spot that's raw from abuse and cruelty. It's when you touch that part that he breaks and you become the object he has to protect.

It's when you touch that spot that he reveals both his weakest, and strongest side. His fighting ability to survive, and his intense loneliness and fear of being loved.

History:
Itzal was born to a human mother and a demon father. He was born in eastern Wales and he has a slight welsh accent. When he was born, his mother was currently the lady of a rather large manor and a large sum of money. Itzal grew up with a mother who could never love him. His gold eye, his tattoos which were upon his small form upon birth, and his seemingly uncontrollable demonic powers made him unlovable in her eyes. So, upon several occasions in his late childhood she attempted to take his life.

Confused and terrified for his life, Itzal learned to fear at too young an age. He constantly tried to evade his mother, sure that she would somehow manage to finally kill him. All the while, his father watched on with his golden cat like eyes. For years, his mother tortured him in unimaginable ways. Sometimes, she even brought other men and woman in to do her dirty work.

As Itzal grew older, stronger, and tougher, he began to realize who the real person to fear was though. He began to attempt sneak attacks on his father. At first they were petty child pranks, like worms in his human clothes, or a rat trap placed by his bed.

But as he grew smarter and older once more, he began more serious stunts. Buying a navy seal knife for himself, he planned to kill his father once and for all. As his mother, passed out on the couch in the foyer, slept, he crept into his father's study and silently watched the demon sleep. With the stealth and slyness of a demon, he reached out and raked the knife across his father's throat.

When his father awoke, Itzal was gone and his mother lay dead in the foyer. Laughing and bellowing out loud, Itzal's father smiled to himself as he looked out the window and saw the boy fleeing for his life. "Run, run, run little one. Daddy will find you one day." He said with a terrible grin.

Since then, Itzal has been on the streets, running constantly. Fighting for food and water. Fighting for survival. Fighting to live. Constantly, he was shunned by humans alike for his golden cat eye and his numerous scars. One day though, on a particular cold morning in mid winter, Itzal was awoken by a girl. Taking his hand and leading him on, Itzal followed her in a starvation induced stupor. It was then that he was led to the Resistance. And there he stayed.

Power Request/Suggestions:
Itzal's mother was attacked by a demon when she was around 17 years old, and forced to bear the demon a child. This child was none other than Itzal. Itzal is half demon, and half Powerholder. Both are conflicting within him, causing him to have chronic headaches and occasional cough blood. Due to his fast restoration though, he recovers quickly. His Powerholder ability is limited healing, which in turns provide support against his demon half, which has the ability to create situations through words said backwards. An example of a situation would be this.
Itzal wants to attack his enemy. So, by saying "____ suddenly can not breathe due to a constriction in one lung" backwards, he's able to hamper his opponents ability to breathe. The problem with this is that he has to be able to speak fast, AND backwards.

Demon or PowerHolder?:
Both (hybrid)

Username:
Shiko Hayashi

Nickname:
Shiko

Other:

[ChairfaceChippendale]

Exodus killed a few more spies before she realized that she was hopelessly outnumbered. The rest of her team was gone, leaving only her. She sighed, her weapon melting into a puddle of water. She turned and started running in the same direction as the others.

[Jenjo]

Onyx had been busy making several foes basically go crazy with her illusions. With a very small, satisfied smirk, she turned to find herself alone. She raced off after Exodus, forming a wall to block, or at least delay, the enemy.

((I'm a little lost, so that's why it's short. Sorry!))

[ChairfaceChippendale]

Exodus stopped a while later, looking back. They were no longer being followed, which was definitely a good thing. "Is everyone alright?" she asked no one in particular. It would be quite the hindrance if someone had died.

[flare ♥]

{Accepted, but where do you want me to categorize him in? }

Nicole looked at her perfectly fine shoulder to Giovanni's ruined one. "Oh my god, are you ok?!" She asked him, with a sweep of her hand the fire cooling down slowly, dying down to glowing embers. She still had a soft bloody spot on her clothing, but no sign of any cuts. She carefully led Giovanni and herself out of the smog, finally coming out on the streets, into fresh air. She gulped it in, not realizing how much smoke she had inhaled. In horror she looked back to the alley, where dark colored smoke rose up as if a bomb had been thrown there. She didn't hear any more signs of struggle, but she did hear yelps and cries of the wounded. She hoped no more powerholders were in there, she didn't want to leave Giovanni but she didn't want to leave anybody in there.

[Shiko Hayashi]

(( In his history, it speaks of how he joined the resistance. So I'd love for him to be in the POwerholders. I'll post either later, or tomorrow morning at 5am EST. I look forward to role playing with you guys. Anywhere I can jump in? Most people in the Resistance don't know he's half demon. Only a rare few do. ))

[Frozen.Solid]

((They just finished a fight with some spys, so maybe he could be late for the meeting and meet up with everyone or something? I don't know, just jump in wherever you feel like Also, can Andrea, my demon girl, know about him?)

Kendra took a ragged breath as she was being carried through. The smoke was starting to get into her lungs and it hurt. When they got out, she coughed many times, clearing her lungs. "Thanks," she muttered quietly to Rozzlyn, without any anger in her voice, and with true thankfulness. Kendra would have to learn to not use her power so much in the future, or at least get more practise with using it for longer periods of time.

Andrea looked over to Exodus. "I'm fine," she said in her quiet, feminine, voice, "But the others look injured," she told her, feeling a pang of guilt for not helping them in the fight. Then she remembered, only she and Onyx and Exodus were demons and the others were stupid humans. She shook her head loose of those thought. "Just because they have powers doesn't mean they're like us," she thought to herself, as anger started boiling inside her. But it soon calmed down and she continued to stare at the others.

[flare ♥]

{ Everybody just got through a spy attack, and we just started recently so you can just pop in wherever you like ^^ }

Charon calmly walked up to the struggling group of power holders stumbling out of the smoke. "Well, that was quick." Charon said with a smile plastered on his face. He didn't see any seriousness in the situation, and he leaned against a wall and watched as the glorious smoke plumed out to the sky, almost like a dark ripple through the clouds. He heard the soft wail of a police car in the distance, but only demons could because it was from his extended senses. "Police are coming, we may wanna pack up and ho." Charon suggested.

[ChairfaceChippendale]

"We can take care of the injured once we get to safety." Exodus said. "Charon is right. Let's get going." she started walking, her eyes darting around for any signs of more spies.