Post by Dez on Jul 9, 2011 2:52:09 GMT
Basic Information
Name:Desmond “Dez” Tariq Harker
Age: 29
Species:Human
Description && Personality
Height:6’ 3”
Eye color:Brown
Hair color:Dark brown
Overall Description:
For the most part, he has an olive complexion and looks Egyptian, on his mother’s side. His dark hair is kept relatively short for practical reasons, plus shaggy hair never really suited him anyways, it usually gets curly if he grows it out too long. His facial features look European, which is from his father’s side
Dez’ is extremely fit considering the physical demands of a Watcher, though he has not been one in a while, he takes pride in his physical appearance, and its always good to be prepared just in case he is ever called into action. His fashion sense is a little more modern than the tweed jacket with elbow patches of the old council, though not by much. He loves button up shirts and graphic t-shirts with witty comments or video game references on them. He usually combines that with either cargo pants or jeans and finishes the ensemble off with high top shoes or combat boots. If it’s really cold out, he’ll ware a blazer or something of that nature. He wears glasses with black and green frames, but they’re a fairly weak prescription meant mostly for extremely long sessions of studying in the library, though he sometimes wears them for “fashion” purposes.
He has a tattoo on his left shoulder blade in the shape of a “hamsa”. It is a symbol to ward off evil, but it also has a very personal meaning to him as well. On his left forearm arm he has a tattoo of a prayer done in beautiful calligraphy with decorative ink splatters incorporated into the design, it’s also acts as a real defensive spell. He has many scars on his torso
Weapons:
Fairly standard stuff:
- Wooden Stakes
- Holy water (he’s made holy grenades but he’s constantly having to tweak them. It carries similarities to the Monty Python “Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch”)
- Revolver with the standard “†” engravings. It’s an old classic gun but it sure does the job. He modified the barrel to hold more bullets.
- Scimitar with prayers etched into the blade. (He isn’t overly religious, but faith and religious objects is what keeps the vampires and ghouls away so he does it anyways.)
Personality:Desmond can be a very serious guy when the situation calls for it, however most of the time he is a fairly quirky guy who occasionally suffers from minor bouts of depression. On good days, he’s a nerdy fun loving guy, on business and around vampires he’s sarcastic and serious, and on bad days Dez is pessimistic, reclusive and just downright depressing to be around.
He does enjoy the company of others most days, sometimes it even prevents him from slipping into his depression. Unfortunately, he lives alone so human contact isn’t something he gets on a regular basis. Though it is a rare occurrence, his depression, usually brought on by talking/thinking of his ex-girlfriend, can last for a few days where he’ll wallow in self pity and play video games, grow a beard, eat nothing but instant noodles, and not pick up after himself.
By nature, he is curious and enjoys picking up a textbook and flipping through the pages or adventuring into the world and experiencing things first hand. He remembers pretty much everything he sees or reads, which comes in handy in his line of work. He’s pretty easygoing and doesn't seem like the type to be a Watcher. This comes in handy when he travels, most people mistake him for a tourist.
Likes: Talking about history, old black and white and foreign films, listening old music preferably old records, dubstep, videogames, sparring, exploring new places, thunderstorms, cooking, research, his cat Van.
Dislikes: Talking about his ex-girlfriend, seafood, spending prolonged time alone, hates when people ask him if he’s related to “the dude in the Dracula book”.
Fears: He’s already experienced his worst fear
Powers && Skills
Powers: Desmond has a small amount of Vampire blood in him because of his blood relation to Mina Harker. This allows him to be faster than a human, and quick to recover from injuries. Other than that he’s just a human. He’s devoted a lot of time to researching magic and knows some defensive spells that are crucial in a Watcher’s line of work. He also has some immunity to magic, though extreme prolonged exposure will start to effect him.
Skills: He’s in his top physical peak and is highly proficient in hand to hand combat. He is good at memorizing what he read and sees. He has a very high IQ and can speak Greek, Latin, Ancient Egyptian, English, some Arabic, and can read several demonic languages.
Weaknesses: Talking about his ex gets him extremely depressed, he is a sucker for comic books, he has a weakness for damsels in distress.
History
History: Though the Harker family does not have a long lineage of Watchers, they certainly have a name that makes them one of the most famous families. As Braham Stoker chronicled, Mina Harker was bitten by Dracula and he cursed her to become a vampire when she died. Johnathan Harker fought bravely to save his fiancée and with the help of Van Helsing and others. Though they technically succeeded in freeing Mina by ‘killing’ Dracula, he never completely died. The power of Dracula remained inside of Mina and was passed down to their son Quincy, Desmond’s Great Grandfather. After the ordeal with Dracula, Van Helsing recruited Jonathan and Mina to ridding the world of evil. They joined part time the Watcher’s Council of Britain, where the Harker family donated money and time to the Council’s causes. Since Quincy, a male family member goes to work as a Watcher for the council.
Desmond is the fifth Harker to be a watcher. His father, Charles, was born in London, and was the third Watcher in the Harker family. He had studied ancient history in Oxford and later studied demonology and magical creatures around the world. His research led him to Egypt where he met his wife, Yasmin. They had a boy a year after their marriage named Colin and, two years later, they had another boy named Desmond. His father received his assignment to train a slayer. To keep his family safe, he sent them to Britain under the protection of the Council. They did visit each other periodically but Yasmin was very much a single parent in raising her children. Colin was 11 when they selected him to start training to become a Watcher as a favor to Charles. Desmond’s mother supported the decision. Colin died 9 years later during an ambush while he was doing routine exercises with his Slayer. The Slayer had disappeared.
During the time that his brother was a Watcher, Desmond had been excelling at academics and enjoying life as a normal kid. Despite the fact he lived with the knowledge that there were monsters that went bump in the night, he traveled the world and wanted to follow his father’s role as a scholar. He was vacationing in Gibraltar with his friends during summer holidays when he was told of his brother’s death. He was supposed to have been going to university that fall. That night he was visited by his brother’s Slayer. She’d been turned into a vampire, but she’d felt such remorse for what happened that she’d come to find Desmond and free her conscience. She had told him about what happened to his brother and it was her fault for not protecting him. She spoke of the kind of person Colin had been and hoped Desmond could follow Colin’s example and train an even better Slayer. That morning she walked out into the sun and died.
Desmond returned to England an was asked by the council to replace his brother despite his lack of grooming by the Watcher institution he had the talent to succeed. His mother was not so silent this time. She protested and demanded Charles stop the Council from taking their only remaining son. Charles had retired soon after Colin’s death but he did not sit on the Council. Desmond comforted his mother, but he had wanted to become a Watcher like his brother and father, so he left to train and go to school.
Like his Father and Brother, he Desmond had done very well with his training. He was sent to train a slayer in Egypt. They had done well for the first few months, but he fell in love with the Slayer. They worked together for 5 years and carried out their secret relationship. A very powerful enemy discovered their love affair and used it against them. On their final confrontation, Desmond was gravely wounded. The Slayer came to his rescue but was defeated. He blacked out before he could see what happened to her.
Desmond spent a year trying to find her all around the world. He infiltrated many underworld circles and caused a lot of trouble, all for nothing. She was gone. He still doesn't know if she is alive or dead, or what she has become. She is still a very sore spot for him. He has yet to be assigned another Slayer.
Because of what his brother’s Slayer had said and done for him, he doesn't see Vampires as completely evil beings. He sometimes gets in trouble with the council for his compassion but he is not a bad judge of character and knows who he can trust. During his time with his Slayer, they’d traveled around the world and ran into a Dhampir named Leo. His Slayer had tried to stake him, but Desmond ended up finding out who Leo was related to and quickly befriended him, calling Leo his “cousin”. When Desmond’s girlfriend disappeared Leo had helped him look for her. Eventually, after a year of moping, Leo got tired of Dez and gave him a kitten as a replacement for Desmond’s lost girlfriend. Dez named it Van.
RP Sample
RP Sample: Desmond stared blankly at his computer screen in his rather eclectic apartment. Different worldly gadgets, textiles and other accessories furnished his entire apartment. From his large bay window, he over looked the river. The nightlife bustled below his flat. He could not fathom how people could still enjoy the night life these days, but most people chose to stay ignorant of the monsters.
His dark brown eyes were scrolling over a wall of text but his brain was not comprehending any of it. Something was distracting his concentration. He felt like what he was doing right that very moment meant nothing to the overall makeup of the world and he should be doing something else. What was he supposed to be doing? He had no appointments for the day, he had no commissions for translations at the moment, there was no presentation at work… so what was he missing? He ran his hands through his short dark hair and noisily exhaled.
“Maow” An Egyptian Mau with gray fur and dark spots jumped up on to Desmond’s desk and gave is usual bright yellow eyed ‘why are you not amusing me?’ stare.
Desmond smiled and clicked off the document he was not reading and reached over to scratch under the cat’s chin. “Hello to you too. Van.” When he was done, he leaned back into his chair and pressed a key on the computer keyboard to play some music. Henry Hall’s ‘Hush Hush Hush’ started to play, for some reason it made him smile. With one hand he moused over to his bookmarks and selected a web comic to read from his favourites. With his other hand, he brought a hot mug of chai tea to his lips. He felt better already. He put down the mug again and scanned over the newest update. It looked fairly interesting, something about a private investigator/wizard running into a vampire. He reached around his back to lightly scratch at his shoulder. He was only wearing a wife beater. His fingers rubbed over a raised patch of skin. It marked the upper edge of his tattoo. He stopped scratching and sadly placed part of his hand over what he could reach of his tattoo. He mumbled something and sighed.
“Maow” The cat purred and rubbed against Desmond’s elbow. It would not be forgotten so easily. “Maow”
Desmond smirked and went to scratch the Mau’s head again. His hand ran down the dark line of fur on the cat’s back. “Alright kitty.. I’ll get you food.” He usually chalked up Van’s affectionate attitude to wanting food. Van was independent and came to Desmond when she wanted affection. Other than that, she was in the corner watching him from a distance, sleeping, sunbathing or playing with toys. She let Desmond come to her with affection though. Maybe Dez was right about Van’s affection, or maybe she sensed Dez’s depression coming on and came to cheer him up. He went to the fridge and got out Van’s cat food. It was about dinnertime for them both anyways. He would feed Van then think about maybe eating, then get a box of crackers or a granola bar from the pantry and occasionally graze from whatever he could find in the fridge. He leaned over to put the food in Van’s dish. Henry Hall’s final verse was cut off and Billie Holiday came on. Suddenly Billie disappeared and a bunch of noises started spewing out from the computer. He looked up to see Van spread out over the key board.
“Put something else on, Van. That’s annoying.” He knew she couldn't, but it was worth asking. Suddenly Peggy Lee’s “Why Don't You Do Right” came on. “Huh.. thanks.” He stood up again to throw out the empty tin of cat food. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up on end. A dark shadow moved in the corner of his eye. His dark eyes flicked back to the computer. Van wasn't there.
“...” He cautiously went to grab a wooden cooking spoon out from its holder on his kitchen counter. “I said.. Thank you for changing the song.” He walked from the kitchen into the main living area in his flat. He looked around. A window was open. His heart started beating.
“Why don't you do right… Like some other men do?” Peggy sang.
“Get outta here.” Dez growled a warning.
“And get me some money too” Peggy kept singing.
A hand reached out for him. Dez swung around and came face to face with a young vampire. Blood was running down its mouth, it had just killed something recently. His heart skipped a beat. He didn't want that victim to be Van. His weapons were in the closet of his room behind a false panel, he couldn't get to them. The stare down started with the vampire. The vamp had a mouthful of sharp teeth and bloodlust. Desmond had the burning desire to disembowel it with the wooden cooking spoon in his hand.
By the end of Peggy Lee's song, Van was in the kitchen eating her dinner while Desmond was straightening up his flat. He was humming Henry Hall's "Hush Hush Hush" again.
Name:Desmond “Dez” Tariq Harker
Age: 29
Species:Human
Description && Personality
Height:6’ 3”
Eye color:Brown
Hair color:Dark brown
Overall Description:
For the most part, he has an olive complexion and looks Egyptian, on his mother’s side. His dark hair is kept relatively short for practical reasons, plus shaggy hair never really suited him anyways, it usually gets curly if he grows it out too long. His facial features look European, which is from his father’s side
Dez’ is extremely fit considering the physical demands of a Watcher, though he has not been one in a while, he takes pride in his physical appearance, and its always good to be prepared just in case he is ever called into action. His fashion sense is a little more modern than the tweed jacket with elbow patches of the old council, though not by much. He loves button up shirts and graphic t-shirts with witty comments or video game references on them. He usually combines that with either cargo pants or jeans and finishes the ensemble off with high top shoes or combat boots. If it’s really cold out, he’ll ware a blazer or something of that nature. He wears glasses with black and green frames, but they’re a fairly weak prescription meant mostly for extremely long sessions of studying in the library, though he sometimes wears them for “fashion” purposes.
He has a tattoo on his left shoulder blade in the shape of a “hamsa”. It is a symbol to ward off evil, but it also has a very personal meaning to him as well. On his left forearm arm he has a tattoo of a prayer done in beautiful calligraphy with decorative ink splatters incorporated into the design, it’s also acts as a real defensive spell. He has many scars on his torso
Weapons:
Fairly standard stuff:
- Wooden Stakes
- Holy water (he’s made holy grenades but he’s constantly having to tweak them. It carries similarities to the Monty Python “Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch”)
- Revolver with the standard “†” engravings. It’s an old classic gun but it sure does the job. He modified the barrel to hold more bullets.
- Scimitar with prayers etched into the blade. (He isn’t overly religious, but faith and religious objects is what keeps the vampires and ghouls away so he does it anyways.)
Personality:Desmond can be a very serious guy when the situation calls for it, however most of the time he is a fairly quirky guy who occasionally suffers from minor bouts of depression. On good days, he’s a nerdy fun loving guy, on business and around vampires he’s sarcastic and serious, and on bad days Dez is pessimistic, reclusive and just downright depressing to be around.
He does enjoy the company of others most days, sometimes it even prevents him from slipping into his depression. Unfortunately, he lives alone so human contact isn’t something he gets on a regular basis. Though it is a rare occurrence, his depression, usually brought on by talking/thinking of his ex-girlfriend, can last for a few days where he’ll wallow in self pity and play video games, grow a beard, eat nothing but instant noodles, and not pick up after himself.
By nature, he is curious and enjoys picking up a textbook and flipping through the pages or adventuring into the world and experiencing things first hand. He remembers pretty much everything he sees or reads, which comes in handy in his line of work. He’s pretty easygoing and doesn't seem like the type to be a Watcher. This comes in handy when he travels, most people mistake him for a tourist.
Likes: Talking about history, old black and white and foreign films, listening old music preferably old records, dubstep, videogames, sparring, exploring new places, thunderstorms, cooking, research, his cat Van.
Dislikes: Talking about his ex-girlfriend, seafood, spending prolonged time alone, hates when people ask him if he’s related to “the dude in the Dracula book”.
Fears: He’s already experienced his worst fear
Powers && Skills
Powers: Desmond has a small amount of Vampire blood in him because of his blood relation to Mina Harker. This allows him to be faster than a human, and quick to recover from injuries. Other than that he’s just a human. He’s devoted a lot of time to researching magic and knows some defensive spells that are crucial in a Watcher’s line of work. He also has some immunity to magic, though extreme prolonged exposure will start to effect him.
Skills: He’s in his top physical peak and is highly proficient in hand to hand combat. He is good at memorizing what he read and sees. He has a very high IQ and can speak Greek, Latin, Ancient Egyptian, English, some Arabic, and can read several demonic languages.
Weaknesses: Talking about his ex gets him extremely depressed, he is a sucker for comic books, he has a weakness for damsels in distress.
History
History: Though the Harker family does not have a long lineage of Watchers, they certainly have a name that makes them one of the most famous families. As Braham Stoker chronicled, Mina Harker was bitten by Dracula and he cursed her to become a vampire when she died. Johnathan Harker fought bravely to save his fiancée and with the help of Van Helsing and others. Though they technically succeeded in freeing Mina by ‘killing’ Dracula, he never completely died. The power of Dracula remained inside of Mina and was passed down to their son Quincy, Desmond’s Great Grandfather. After the ordeal with Dracula, Van Helsing recruited Jonathan and Mina to ridding the world of evil. They joined part time the Watcher’s Council of Britain, where the Harker family donated money and time to the Council’s causes. Since Quincy, a male family member goes to work as a Watcher for the council.
Desmond is the fifth Harker to be a watcher. His father, Charles, was born in London, and was the third Watcher in the Harker family. He had studied ancient history in Oxford and later studied demonology and magical creatures around the world. His research led him to Egypt where he met his wife, Yasmin. They had a boy a year after their marriage named Colin and, two years later, they had another boy named Desmond. His father received his assignment to train a slayer. To keep his family safe, he sent them to Britain under the protection of the Council. They did visit each other periodically but Yasmin was very much a single parent in raising her children. Colin was 11 when they selected him to start training to become a Watcher as a favor to Charles. Desmond’s mother supported the decision. Colin died 9 years later during an ambush while he was doing routine exercises with his Slayer. The Slayer had disappeared.
During the time that his brother was a Watcher, Desmond had been excelling at academics and enjoying life as a normal kid. Despite the fact he lived with the knowledge that there were monsters that went bump in the night, he traveled the world and wanted to follow his father’s role as a scholar. He was vacationing in Gibraltar with his friends during summer holidays when he was told of his brother’s death. He was supposed to have been going to university that fall. That night he was visited by his brother’s Slayer. She’d been turned into a vampire, but she’d felt such remorse for what happened that she’d come to find Desmond and free her conscience. She had told him about what happened to his brother and it was her fault for not protecting him. She spoke of the kind of person Colin had been and hoped Desmond could follow Colin’s example and train an even better Slayer. That morning she walked out into the sun and died.
Desmond returned to England an was asked by the council to replace his brother despite his lack of grooming by the Watcher institution he had the talent to succeed. His mother was not so silent this time. She protested and demanded Charles stop the Council from taking their only remaining son. Charles had retired soon after Colin’s death but he did not sit on the Council. Desmond comforted his mother, but he had wanted to become a Watcher like his brother and father, so he left to train and go to school.
Like his Father and Brother, he Desmond had done very well with his training. He was sent to train a slayer in Egypt. They had done well for the first few months, but he fell in love with the Slayer. They worked together for 5 years and carried out their secret relationship. A very powerful enemy discovered their love affair and used it against them. On their final confrontation, Desmond was gravely wounded. The Slayer came to his rescue but was defeated. He blacked out before he could see what happened to her.
Desmond spent a year trying to find her all around the world. He infiltrated many underworld circles and caused a lot of trouble, all for nothing. She was gone. He still doesn't know if she is alive or dead, or what she has become. She is still a very sore spot for him. He has yet to be assigned another Slayer.
Because of what his brother’s Slayer had said and done for him, he doesn't see Vampires as completely evil beings. He sometimes gets in trouble with the council for his compassion but he is not a bad judge of character and knows who he can trust. During his time with his Slayer, they’d traveled around the world and ran into a Dhampir named Leo. His Slayer had tried to stake him, but Desmond ended up finding out who Leo was related to and quickly befriended him, calling Leo his “cousin”. When Desmond’s girlfriend disappeared Leo had helped him look for her. Eventually, after a year of moping, Leo got tired of Dez and gave him a kitten as a replacement for Desmond’s lost girlfriend. Dez named it Van.
RP Sample
RP Sample: Desmond stared blankly at his computer screen in his rather eclectic apartment. Different worldly gadgets, textiles and other accessories furnished his entire apartment. From his large bay window, he over looked the river. The nightlife bustled below his flat. He could not fathom how people could still enjoy the night life these days, but most people chose to stay ignorant of the monsters.
His dark brown eyes were scrolling over a wall of text but his brain was not comprehending any of it. Something was distracting his concentration. He felt like what he was doing right that very moment meant nothing to the overall makeup of the world and he should be doing something else. What was he supposed to be doing? He had no appointments for the day, he had no commissions for translations at the moment, there was no presentation at work… so what was he missing? He ran his hands through his short dark hair and noisily exhaled.
“Maow” An Egyptian Mau with gray fur and dark spots jumped up on to Desmond’s desk and gave is usual bright yellow eyed ‘why are you not amusing me?’ stare.
Desmond smiled and clicked off the document he was not reading and reached over to scratch under the cat’s chin. “Hello to you too. Van.” When he was done, he leaned back into his chair and pressed a key on the computer keyboard to play some music. Henry Hall’s ‘Hush Hush Hush’ started to play, for some reason it made him smile. With one hand he moused over to his bookmarks and selected a web comic to read from his favourites. With his other hand, he brought a hot mug of chai tea to his lips. He felt better already. He put down the mug again and scanned over the newest update. It looked fairly interesting, something about a private investigator/wizard running into a vampire. He reached around his back to lightly scratch at his shoulder. He was only wearing a wife beater. His fingers rubbed over a raised patch of skin. It marked the upper edge of his tattoo. He stopped scratching and sadly placed part of his hand over what he could reach of his tattoo. He mumbled something and sighed.
“Maow” The cat purred and rubbed against Desmond’s elbow. It would not be forgotten so easily. “Maow”
Desmond smirked and went to scratch the Mau’s head again. His hand ran down the dark line of fur on the cat’s back. “Alright kitty.. I’ll get you food.” He usually chalked up Van’s affectionate attitude to wanting food. Van was independent and came to Desmond when she wanted affection. Other than that, she was in the corner watching him from a distance, sleeping, sunbathing or playing with toys. She let Desmond come to her with affection though. Maybe Dez was right about Van’s affection, or maybe she sensed Dez’s depression coming on and came to cheer him up. He went to the fridge and got out Van’s cat food. It was about dinnertime for them both anyways. He would feed Van then think about maybe eating, then get a box of crackers or a granola bar from the pantry and occasionally graze from whatever he could find in the fridge. He leaned over to put the food in Van’s dish. Henry Hall’s final verse was cut off and Billie Holiday came on. Suddenly Billie disappeared and a bunch of noises started spewing out from the computer. He looked up to see Van spread out over the key board.
“Put something else on, Van. That’s annoying.” He knew she couldn't, but it was worth asking. Suddenly Peggy Lee’s “Why Don't You Do Right” came on. “Huh.. thanks.” He stood up again to throw out the empty tin of cat food. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up on end. A dark shadow moved in the corner of his eye. His dark eyes flicked back to the computer. Van wasn't there.
“...” He cautiously went to grab a wooden cooking spoon out from its holder on his kitchen counter. “I said.. Thank you for changing the song.” He walked from the kitchen into the main living area in his flat. He looked around. A window was open. His heart started beating.
“Why don't you do right… Like some other men do?” Peggy sang.
“Get outta here.” Dez growled a warning.
“And get me some money too” Peggy kept singing.
A hand reached out for him. Dez swung around and came face to face with a young vampire. Blood was running down its mouth, it had just killed something recently. His heart skipped a beat. He didn't want that victim to be Van. His weapons were in the closet of his room behind a false panel, he couldn't get to them. The stare down started with the vampire. The vamp had a mouthful of sharp teeth and bloodlust. Desmond had the burning desire to disembowel it with the wooden cooking spoon in his hand.
By the end of Peggy Lee's song, Van was in the kitchen eating her dinner while Desmond was straightening up his flat. He was humming Henry Hall's "Hush Hush Hush" again.
