Abilities/Powers: Henry possesses inhuman speed and strength. He's not particularly strong or fast in comparison to most fictional characters, but stronger than almost any real human being in the real world. That was a dumb way of explaining it, sorry. He is capable of performing Meteor Moves, and crashing through the window of an office at 30-stories, that ridiculous sort of thing.
Items/Weapons: Aside from the clothing he's wearing in the picture, he also carries his beam saber ("Cross Sword") with him everywhere he goes. In his pocket is just a wallet, and maybe half a pack of cigarettes, too.
Sample Entry: From LJ's HellpointeRP [sample] Sample Entry Two: From LJ's HellpointeRP [link for ref]
The horde of zombies closed in on Henry as he desperately hacked and slashed at them. The smell of guts, blood and rotting skin was overwhelming, suffocating him as he tried to find a way out of the crowd. He needed to get to higher ground.
A low moan came up from behind him, and in one swift movement, he turned and decapitated the zombie that probably once used to be a businessman. Its head flew off off and hit the ground with a sickening plop, flecks of blood and meat flying out. He didn't grimace or react, but merely gave the lifeless head a hard stare before leaping into the air and up onto a third floor balcony of a nearby apartment building. He grunted softly upon landing and assessed his current position and situation. The streets were littered with zombies, clawing and pounding at the walls and doors of the building he had just jumped onto. His brow furrowed in concentration.
“Bloody zombies,” he muttered, looking up towards the sky for even higher ground. “Where did these things suddenly come from? I can't help but wonder who's fault this all was this time. It's usually a rampant biological weapon that was exposed to the public, or a new strain of virus or super rabies contracted from feral animals.” Then he leaped again, landing gracefully on the roof now.
It was quiet up here, almost too quiet. Henry gazed down at the dirty and imperfect city of Santa Destroy, now populated by mindless, flesh-eating corpses. It had never been a pretty place to live, but it was never this bad. He wondered if some of the smarter UAA assassins managed to survive, and unsurprisingly, Travis came to mind. That made him laugh. There was no way his brother would've been taken by dull-witted zombies. He was better than that. He knew that for a fact.
There was a moment of painful silence accompanied by low eerie moans from down below. His gaze was fixed on the gruesome scenery, but something in his gut told him to turn around. Unfortunately, he was too late. A single gloved hand gripped at Henry's arm tightly. Henry caught a glimpse of a red leather sleeve attached to the body of a very familiar face. What he saw and felt at that second made his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.
“No, Travis...”
This thing was no longer his twin brother. Their faces may have looked the same, even with the mess of dried blood caking Travis's face, but Henry didn't know who this thing was anymore. He cringed painfully; the expression of grief and pain looked foreign on his usually calm and collected face. With a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes as Travis bared his teeth and lunged.
….......................................
Henry startled himself awake, yelling out, sweat streaming down his face. His hand immediately went for his arm where zombie-Travis had grabbed him. He was sitting up on the sofa in his living room, the TV playing and replaying the menu screen of a popular zombie flick. Travis had recommended it to him.
“That was a weird nightmare,” he mumbled, sighing heavily right after. The TV was turned off, along with the lights, and Henry made his way to the bedroom, but stopped dead in his tracks as he passed by the front door. He could've sworn he heard a moaning sound and scratching on the other side.
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Henry possesses inhuman speed and strength. He's not particularly strong or fast in comparison to most fictional characters, but stronger than almost any real human being in the real world. That was a dumb way of explaining it, sorry. He is capable of performing Meteor Moves, and crashing through the window of an office at 30-stories, that ridiculous sort of thing.
Items/Weapons:
Aside from the clothing he's wearing in the picture, he also carries his beam saber ("Cross Sword") with him everywhere he goes. In his pocket is just a wallet, and maybe half a pack of cigarettes, too.
Sample Entry: From LJ's HellpointeRP [sample]
Sample Entry Two: From LJ's HellpointeRP [link for ref]
The horde of zombies closed in on Henry as he desperately hacked and slashed at them. The smell of guts, blood and rotting skin was overwhelming, suffocating him as he tried to find a way out of the crowd. He needed to get to higher ground.
A low moan came up from behind him, and in one swift movement, he turned and decapitated the zombie that probably once used to be a businessman. Its head flew off off and hit the ground with a sickening plop, flecks of blood and meat flying out. He didn't grimace or react, but merely gave the lifeless head a hard stare before leaping into the air and up onto a third floor balcony of a nearby apartment building. He grunted softly upon landing and assessed his current position and situation. The streets were littered with zombies, clawing and pounding at the walls and doors of the building he had just jumped onto. His brow furrowed in concentration.
“Bloody zombies,” he muttered, looking up towards the sky for even higher ground. “Where did these things suddenly come from? I can't help but wonder who's fault this all was this time. It's usually a rampant biological weapon that was exposed to the public, or a new strain of virus or super rabies contracted from feral animals.” Then he leaped again, landing gracefully on the roof now.
It was quiet up here, almost too quiet. Henry gazed down at the dirty and imperfect city of Santa Destroy, now populated by mindless, flesh-eating corpses. It had never been a pretty place to live, but it was never this bad. He wondered if some of the smarter UAA assassins managed to survive, and unsurprisingly, Travis came to mind. That made him laugh. There was no way his brother would've been taken by dull-witted zombies. He was better than that. He knew that for a fact.
There was a moment of painful silence accompanied by low eerie moans from down below. His gaze was fixed on the gruesome scenery, but something in his gut told him to turn around. Unfortunately, he was too late. A single gloved hand gripped at Henry's arm tightly. Henry caught a glimpse of a red leather sleeve attached to the body of a very familiar face. What he saw and felt at that second made his heart sink into the pit of his stomach.
“No, Travis...”
This thing was no longer his twin brother. Their faces may have looked the same, even with the mess of dried blood caking Travis's face, but Henry didn't know who this thing was anymore. He cringed painfully; the expression of grief and pain looked foreign on his usually calm and collected face. With a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes as Travis bared his teeth and lunged.
….......................................
Henry startled himself awake, yelling out, sweat streaming down his face. His hand immediately went for his arm where zombie-Travis had grabbed him. He was sitting up on the sofa in his living room, the TV playing and replaying the menu screen of a popular zombie flick. Travis had recommended it to him.
“That was a weird nightmare,” he mumbled, sighing heavily right after. The TV was turned off, along with the lights, and Henry made his way to the bedroom, but stopped dead in his tracks as he passed by the front door. He could've sworn he heard a moaning sound and scratching on the other side.