.Just Chillin. ::
.What's The Fuzzy Thing Behind Me? o.o ::
.Kickin It Back. Name: Daniel Flynn Grey
Nickname: Although I can go by Daniel, lots of people call me Flynn
Gender: What the hell do you think? [Male, xp]
Age: Seventeen, let's go with that.
Grade: They've bumped me up to a Senior... Wonder why.....
Mark: I never planned on getting a tattoo, but if I did, I'd have been pumped with my
mark.
Personality: Daniel is a tough guy, literally, he gives people the worst time usually, though that's mostly to see if they're like him (if he can't tell at first glance) on the inside. He loves hanging with his friends and even just chillin by himself depending on his mood at the time. He's not easily angered, so it's easy to poke fun at him, though watch out, he'll poke right back! He's pretty cool about most things, though he doesn't always mind his place and he will always stick up for his friends and family. People can, for the most part, say what they like about him, but he won't let any kind of sh*t be said about his family and pals.
[There's much more about him, but it'll be found out through RPing.]
History: I grew up with a dad, mom, and little sister (ten minutes younger, we were twins). Life was easy enough, we lived in a decent neighborhood, had enough money coming in, and school was fine, plenty of friends. It was up until around the time my sis hit puberty that things were slowly changing. Days before the big P hit her, her powers appeared, mom knew it would happen, she had "the feeling" because even though mom didn't have a mark, her grandmother did, our great-gran, who was still alive today and a crazy old bag at that. Our dad however, was new to all this, and in hurt and confusion left that night, minutes afterwards our great-gran spookily appeared, saying she knew all about my sis' power appearing. That night, I had the strangest feeling, mixed and bad, though I only brushed it off over the excitement of all that happened. I woke up at 2am the next morning to mom's scream and then sobs. I ran to see if she was alright and realized both my sister and great-grandmother were gone. To make everything better, we received a call that my father had died only an hour ago, he had been at a bar drinking heavily, left with some skimpy sl*t, and when he had left her apartment, having drunk two more bottles, drove his car off the road and ran into a tree.
I was never the same afterwards, always protective of my mother, and with an entirely changed point of view. I hit puberty about a week later, oddly, my powers appearing the moment I did. And years later, here I am, getting thrown into a school for the different.
Power: Death-Warning. He gets random visions of death. Not always controllable, but he can force himself to see a certain person's death. He witnesses it as if he were standing next to the dieing person.
Pets: Totally, my ferret
Bandit, (his nickname is Bit because my baby cousin couldn't say his name).
Crush?: I haven't seen anyone yet :p
Anything I missed?: A lot, but for now it's for me to know, and you to find out, later.
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