Darryl Bond

[Darryl Bond]

The Basics

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Name:"Darryl Stephen Bond is what it says on the birth certificate. I've grown used to the name since birth so I've decided to keep it."
Nicknames: "Everyone calls me Darryl and to those that are special, it's Mr. Bond."
Age: "It's been a long twenty-eight years. Mostly pleasant."
Orientation: "I'm all for free love, but it's just the women for me, baby."
Desired Rank/Job: "They say those that can't do, teach. I do just fine. Teaching is just an in-between job...I majored in theater and starred in a few low budget movies, and modeled. I am by no means an expert, but I know more about it than you."
Powers: "It takes real talent to act. It takes even more to be another person. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my specialty. Facial expressions, tones, twitches, and eye color are, to name a few, are what I focus on. But if stealth is required for something or another I might just change before your baffled eyes. Though, the pain is not worth it, in my opinion."
Play By: Johnny Depp

The Details

Hair Color: "Dark Chocolate."
Eye Color: "Dark Chocolate."
Any Piercings?"I tried it once, but it wasn't for me."
Any Tattoos? "The masks of Comedy and Tragedy on the inside of my right wrist."
Any Scars?"One across me eyebrow from knocking it against a coffee table when I was younger, the rest are just from activities over the years."
General Appearance: "Handsome is my design, and yes, ladies; this gorgeous man before you is in his god-given form. I've spent many, many hours inside a sweat work, working my ass off to this form of perfection. And it's not all just for you, baby. I'm not the tallest sucker out there, but there are more people shorter than me than tall, that's all I'll say there. My eyes are what I focus on. These pools see the going's on of everyday life. They remember, they copy, they allow. These eyes are, just like the rest of me, all natural.

If I was any other male or female, I'd love this face. It's soft yet masculine, perfect because of the imperfections. My nose has a faint crook in it. My chin is a tad pointy but it gives me that untameable look. I grow facial hair, yes. I trim it, keep the stubble to a minimum. I prefer my mustache and beard than anything."
Personality:"Words like 'smarmy' and 'conceited' are thrown around quite often, but after--I must point out--we have had the 'stay friends' speech. Before then, those words are 'charming' and 'chivalrous.' I know sometimes I can be a bit high on my horse, but it's all in good fun. I know there are better people out there than me, but they just don't matter.

I guess you could say that I'm a bit territorial when it comes to the people I like to hang around with for extended periods of time; which is true. Don't mess with them and we won't have any problems. I tend to be nice and playful around those I don't know, because I like the happy atmosphere. Don't give me a reason to not like you, and odds are we'll get along great."

Your Vices

Likes:"Just a list?

• The shuffle option on my ipod
  
• how warm the sheets are in the morning
  
• The first drink out of a fresh jug of Orange Juice
  
• Reading the thank you notes of a good book
  
• That frantic feeling of being put under the spot light
  
• Oreo milkshakes "
  Dislikes: "Another list? What is it with this--?
  
• Stale bread
  
• When cashiers have bad attitudes
  
• When police officers have bad attitudes
  
• When someone doesn't get a reference to a joke
  
• Bad attitudes in general..
  
• When men die their beards different colors. It's just odd."

Strengths: "Getting into character. You name it, I can do it--probably. The only thing I haven't been able to imitate is Wookie, but that is hardly terribly important anyway. Another strength I would say I had would be my memory. I just...never forget things, basically. I don't have photographic memory, by any means, but I remember voices, faces, expressions, personalities, likes and dislikes of any person I come across."
Weaknesses: "Legs. They are my weakness. Women in general, actually, are my bane. Especially meta-human women. It's a shame I can't control myself, but I am a guy and it is in my DNA to want to continue my race.."
Fears: "I've never really thought about it before...I guess dying would count as a fear, eh? I'm too young to die. I'm not famous yet. But I suppose I am also afraid of making a complete fool out of myself, but you won't hear me ever admit to it again."
Secret:"When I was seven years old, I found all of my older brother's nudey magazines, and I hide them in my sisters room. Mom found them in her room a week later and had a long conversation about sexuality. My brother never owned up to having them, and I never said I moved them."

Family Ties

Father: Drew Bond, 57, police officer
Mother: Katherine Fredrick-Bond, 54, book store owner
Siblings: Chester Bond, 34, Marine Corp. Infantry
Celina Bond, 34, Marine Corp. Special Forces
Any Other Important People:

History

"I came into a family unit that was already well established. Ya see, I have two older siblings, they are fraternal twins. Chester and Celina. They were six years old when I came into the world, and while I don't remember that time, apparently, I never crawled. I was always carried. So, I feel it necessary to point out that it is my family's fault that I am so spoiled. Anyway, we lived in a rather small town, my school only had roughly seven hundred people in it, and I grew up quiet nicely through the 80s and 90s.

My world came tumbling down, you could say, when I turned thirteen and went through puberty and got hit by being a meta human. The funny thing about that was that no one knew but me. No one could see any differences and my powers didn't make things explode, but there were small things that I noticed. Like when watching movies, I could remember the quotes precisely, when they moved a certain way---I'll use Bruce Lee as an example--I could watch it once, or maybe twice, and I would remember and be able to do some--stress on the some--of those things that he did, like the jumps and kicks and stuff. Another thing I noticed was voices. No matter whose voice it was, whether it was Kevin Bacon or Patrick Swayze I could imitate their speech patterns perfectly! I was thirteen!

Needless to say, I started goofing off in middle school and started getting in trouble for mocking the teachers in their voices, and somehow, the recruiters at some hoity toity school took and interest in me and my best years were spent in the stuffy halls of Hammel's. I got a wonderful grasp on my powers and discovered my love for the Theater. Acting was something I was just born to do, and with my powers, it made getting into character so much easier. I was about done with my second year of Hammel's when I started getting facial pains when I mimicked someone. After a week of confusion and lots of Alieve, I realized it was because my face would also change. My hair would change color, my eyes would change size and color as well, my nose would grow or shrink and finally my cheek bones seemed to move.

Little by little, I mastered the ability to change my face along with my voice, though I am still not an expert at it, even now. Having someone's voice and face doesn't make you them, for me to really be someone else, I also have to get their manners, their habits, and their personality. A lot of that is done through the face, and just because I have a their face, doesn't mean I have their movements. It is a very intricate process for me to change my face muscles as well as my face, and not to mention painful. So I avoid it.

After I graduated, I immediately headed to college with a mind to major in Theater. My teachers loved my on the first day because of my need for attention and I was the lead in the play. I graduated when I was twenty-four and spent the rest of that year modeling for Levi jeans and was a poster child for Garnier Fructis. I made friends with a semi wealthy man who wanted to be the next George Lucas, and I was fortunate to be on his list of people to be in his movies. Our first movie didn't get any recognition at all, which was understandable because it was bad. No one wants to watch a movie about cavemen in Russia. Our second movie, a romantic comedy, however, did get some notice by some of the higher ups in the industry.

I got passed from him to a bigger director and my next two movies were actually seen in theaters, though, I did not have leads. From then on until last year, I was seen in twenty films in all, though most of my parts were small time. I am holding my breath for my next movie, though in the meantime, I felt it necessary to pay the school that made all this possible back. After my last movie, I had gotten my teaching license (for Theater) and made the proposal to the school, and here I am."

Roleplay Example

"If I had to be lost in the world, so be it. If I had to be forgotten by all, so be it. Don't turn your eyes as if you are too good to see. You have made this. See your monster." He tossed the script to the side, even he knew that movie couldn't be good. The character was crazy, and so was the woman he had been talking to. Darryl could appreciate some things about the extreme lengths some screen writers did to get as close to actual life, but this was just....crap

He rubbed his throat as he urged his vocal cords to return to his normal albeit gravelly voice. He swung in his desk chair and as it returned to facing his desk, he grabbed up the three prompt books he had selected as this years play, his very own students would be performing as their final exam. He didn't like making the choice of the play without knowing who the cast was going to be because the personalities might not match up and it would just be a terribly disaster all around. He tossed Beauty and the Beast over his shoulder. No, no, no. Belle was such a fake character. And don't even get him started on the Beast.

That left a tradedy in one hand, and a modern day comedy in the other. He weighed the two carefully in his hands. He knew most teenagers didn't want to do a serious play because the audience didn't want one. High school atmospheres left that choice impossible. He looked at the comedy with a small frown, however. If he picked a comedy, that would turn his class room into a late night Zaney's and no one would take their parts seriously. He bit his lip. This would be a rather close call.

Perhaps he should take a vote the class? It seemed like a proper idea. Then he spotted the quarter on his desk, that was there for some reason or another. He picked it up slowly and flipped it into the air. Or he could just heads or tails it and be done with it. He flipped it up in the air again and watched it land on his desk and flip across his open text book. The curriculum Theater books were horrid, but he was still required to use them. The quarter rested on the middle of the page and the brown haired man nodded his head a little.

What About You?

Name: Nanners is teh fine.
Age: I is 17
Experience:since for like ever. Nearly ten years, I think I said nine on my other one, but yeah.... a long time.
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Ready To Play? You mean like a Play, play, or like a board game....OH I get it. roleplay. Ahaha. Yus. Yus I am.

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[Admin!]

accepted. so. hard.
Congratulations, you have been accepted to the Hammel Institute. There are some CLAIMS you should look at, and then I want Darryl to start mimicking James in the teacher's lounge for fun. Good job, I lol'd.