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Post by baby on Jul 19, 2019 0:52:56 GMT
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Pastor Jim had delivered a heartfelt sermon today. He had spoke from the heart and he believed he might've touched a good many lives in the process. He felt strongly about his aversions against evil. Pastor Jim would not hurt a fly. He was a good man with a kind soul. The complete opposite of his real life counter part. A baby mask wearing psychopath who hunted for sport.
Pastor Jim knew just about everyone in this town. Everyone attended his church. Maybe not some of the undercover G.A.D.E.M. agents who couldn't leave their survaillence posts, but all of Sun Dale's unwilling citizens were part of his flock. Pastor Jim prided himself on being the voice of the voiceless. He was proud that he could take his beliefs and use it to help so many other people.
He was living a lie. A warm smile spread across his face as he saw Ramona and Sam enter the party. He didn't rightly recognize them but they were welcome all the same. Country music played in the background and the party had a decidedly small town feel. He reached out to Sam to shake his hand. "Hi. Don't think I've had the pleasure. I'm Father Jim Hendrix. Are you two new to Sun Dale? Don't think I've seen you before." He commented with a smile.
Ramona cut a glance at Sam. Really dumbass? Jim Hendrix? That's the best cover name your stoner hippy agents could come up for, for this guy. Ramona looked back at Father Jim who's real name was Melvin Dexter. She wasn't overly familiar with this particular mutant or his murderous family. She had a heavy caseload herself. Though Mother Dexter would surely drop a nuke on Sun Dale to get her baby boy back from G.A.D.E.M.
"Uh... Honey you talk to our new friend here. I'm going to go sit with the women folk." Ramona said in a terrible southern accent, she decided her character's cover ID needed on the fly. She would have to stick with a southern accent now. "Scuse me father." She said and abruptly left Sam with the creepy priest guy. "Would you like a beer Mr. uh...." Pastor Jim asked fishing for a name.
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Jun 27, 2019 19:19:31 GMT
Post by baby on Jun 27, 2019 19:19:31 GMT
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The air was hot. The air was sticky. Noises crept around the canopy above his head. Baby greeted this jungle menace with a slight tilt of his head. Yes, he was in the simulation, but he was not a simulation. Baby was here under the allowance of his own abilities. Wonderful and terrifying he was here for Julie. He was here for anyone who seemed fun to play with.
For weeks after the event that destroyed the team Baby had kept tabs on her. Visiting her nightly in her dreams and leaving her with fresh cuts and bruises to show for it. Though Julie was enough to keep them hidden away. Even from the explorative touch of her girlfriend. Baby had taken a keen interest in her especially, but he was willing to have fun with anyone who wanted to play; weather they wanted to or not.
The jungle was hot and sticky and no place for a man wearing a dusty brown suit, but there he stood. The white long sleeve button up beneath it was already wet and partially see through from sweat. Baby's black tie dangled and swayed in the light breeze that did little to disway the heat. His dirty bloody hand clutched a knife at his side. A black handled kitchen knife used to cut chicken. There was rust on the edge, lightly garnished with specs of old dried blood. Games were fun, but they had rules.
One. Home base was your bed. If you made it out of the nightmare you could find yourself safe in bed and away from his cruel intentions. Two. Cheaters are punished. With swift death. Baby did not like dirty rotten cheaters! Three. The game will not end until there was a winner and a clear looser. Baby liked to take home trophies of his wins. Sometimes a toe. Other times a finger. Maybe a tongue. Whatever was nice and slicable within his reach at the time.
Baby continued to stand rooted to his spot. A monkey jumped from one tree branch to the next. Yelling and screaming monkey howls of the jungle Baby watched with mild interest. Monkeys did not play games. And though violence bubbled just beneath his fingertips, his hand was stayed by the fact that this game already had three players. That was plenty enough. He looked forward. Watching from his place hidden in the treeline.
'It's time to play.' He thought with a wicked smile growing on his lips. Everything. Everything that had happened up until this point had not mattered. Everything up until this moment was for not because everything up until this moment had been a collective dream between the three heroes. Sarah, Eric and Julie herself.... Were all in fact still in bed dreaming. Everything from the slipping out of bed and quietly getting up not to wake her girlfriend; to the slow and methodical, deliberate preparation by the speedster had been a dream. IT was still a dream. Crafted and created with detail by a puppet master dancing his marionettes.
Baby had no control over their actions, but he could plant ideas. Subtle things to bring them where he wanted them to be. The date book in Julie's room that said today was training day. The posted note hanging on Eric's mirror that subtly reminded him not to be late. He may not have even noticed it. The nightmarescape could be hazy and details could go overlooked.
Baby's fingers tightened around the knife as a soft chuckle echoed in his throaty emission of amusement. Stepping through the clearing the grass rustled lightly as he kept pace with the heroes. Following them a bit longer before he allowed the games to truly start for realsies.
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Jun 13, 2019 19:31:33 GMT
Post by baby on Jun 13, 2019 19:31:33 GMT
xBaby NAME. Melvin Dexter
NICKNAME. Baby
AGE. 26
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Straight
POWER: Hypnosis stare / Dream manipulation
STRENGTHS:. Baby has the ability to put people into a a deep trance with his stare. By doing so he can cause victims to fall asleep with his piercing blue eyes. Not only that Baby has full control over their dreams once they are under. Closing his eyes can instantly cause him to follow them into the dreamworld. He can control the destination, the surroundings, the sound temperature and any other factor within these dreams.
Baby can make his playground whatever he desires. Also, also while inside the dreams Baby can change shapes and morph into many nasty creatures. He is a dream demon; a provider of nightmares and can even kill victims while they dream. If he kills you within the dream you die in real life. Baby has no favorite signature weapon other than his imagination, though he does often fancy a sledgehammer for the final killing blow. Baby's strength, speed, and reflexes are heightened within the dreamscape.
The victim can not escape or control what happens within their dream beyond what they physically do. They are lucid dreaming and have completely control of their actions; same as they do as when they are awake only they are asleep. Injuries sustained within Baby's nightmare realm will appear on their phyiscal body and they will feel the pain of it in the dreamscape. Everything feels so very real because it is real.
WEAKNESS: Baby's victims can escape the dreamscape by finding a red door. The door is always hidden in a very hard place to find by Baby, but it is never locked. Baby does not have the capacity to lock the door as free will is always a factor. Even hypnotized and even under his demonic games the victim always has a chance. Not that Baby would want to lock the door. What is the fun in that? Baby can not lock the door because the door is literally inside the victim's own mind. It is not his door to lock. It is the one thing in this physical space he can not truly manipulate, but it is a very important thing not to have control over.
Furthermore, Baby himself can be hurt in the dreamscape. He is much tougher than his real world body, but it is possible to hurt, even kill baby here. Only if you kill baby in the dreamscape he will not physically die in the real world. He will only be trapped in an endless coma dream he can not wake up from. Baby is well versed in his games that he plays, but it is only at matter of time before something happens. It's all fun and games until someone gets comma'ed.
FACE CLAIM. Tommy Dunn
HEIGHT. 6'2
WEIGHT. 212 lbs.
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Moon shaped scar on left hand.
OVERALL.Baby is actually quite a handsome man beyond the mask. He had long brown hair and supermodel features. Baby does not wear the mask to cover some disfigurement but to reflect how he feels inside. Rotten, and childlike. It is a part of his fractured psyche. Childhood trauma from growing up under Mother no doubt, but whatever the traumatic event was.... Baby almost always has his mask on because of it. If not it is usually hanging from his belt. Baby always wears green army jacket with the name "Dexter" On it. Ordinary jeans and a pair of boots.POSITIVE TRAITS. Innocent, playful, Fair (plays by the rules) Outgoing
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Spoiled, bad temper, sore looser, resentful
OVERALL. Baby is spoiled rotten by mother. Over indulged to the point of being uncontrollable. He is prone to tantrums that usually turn bloody. Baby likes to play games. The most fun games of all are Hide and Seek, Truth or Dare, Tag, And Flashlight tag. Though they all have their perverted violent twist on them. Baby place plenty of other games too, these are just his favorites. Baby likes to kidnap people and trap them within their dreams to play games with them. Baby loves to play games.
FATHER. ?
MOTHER. Delilah Dexter
SIBLINGS. Rory Dexter, Bobby Drake Dexter, Nadia Dexter
OTHER FAMILY. Nanna Dexter
HOMETOWN. Louiseville Kentucky
OVERALL.Baby has always been over indulged by Mother. Mother never has had a favorite child. They are all special in their own way, but seeing as Baby is the youngest Baby gets special treatment. Baby has become spoiled over the years and she has indulged his bloodlust for the sake of her own bloodlust. Baby doesn't have limits or boundries he is not willing to cross. Baby will do anything to anyone.
Baby sometimes walks around without his mask, but only in the comfort of his own home. When outsdie those walls he usually likes to keep the mask on. Fearing that someone will see the ugliness inside of him he usually just keeps his ugly mask on to better reflect who he is as a person. Baby does speak, but he is very particular with his words and chooses them carefully. He doesn't speak unless it's important.
NAME. what we should call you
AGE. if you want
EXPERIENCE. how long have you been rping |
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Jun 13, 2019 19:26:59 GMT
Post by baby on Jun 13, 2019 19:26:59 GMT
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