J.J. Dove (finished~)

by **Cel-Ray** July 31st 2013, 3:28 pm

J.J. DOVE
"Hoot, hoot."

Basic Biography

Real Name: J.J. Dove
Title: J-Bird
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: White Dove

The Looks

J.J.:

The Legacy

Personality: J.J. is a serene bird, whom is not easily startled. He carries the presence of a man with wisdom and has often found himself listening to one's secrets or empowering confessions. J.J. is kind to those who are kind him; a perfect example of treating others how you want to be treated. Although kind, J.J. is fiercely loyal to those he loves which in his case is his owner, Celtic Rayflo.

History: Originally, J.J. had been born as a human into a common life for Oklahoma ranchers. His family consisted of his two loving parents, three elder brothers and the farm full of horses, cows, chickens, and a goat. J.J.'s parents, being heavily religious individuals, disciplined the boy in religion; he was to go to church everyday after school and could only befriend those who went to church with him. As a boy, J.J. did not understand the biased opinions of his parents and why they insisted that he stay away from others unlike himself. All of this confusion is the result of child curiosity; it cannot be avoided nor blamed on a child if they act in nature.

But this curiosity of J.J.'s did not go over well with his mother. For questioning his mother and father's personal judgement, the boy had been thrown into a closet and locked inside for the next 24 hours. From that point on, fearing the darkness of the closet, J.J. stayed quiet. He remained polite, only speaking when spoken to, and of course, attending church everyday after school. All the while never voicing his personal opinion to a single soul. It wasn't until the incident after the assault on New York City that J.J. could no longer hold his tongue.

The entire nation was outraged. Countries across was appalled; terrified; dumbstruck. His mother and father especially felt so strong about the horrific event that they began protesting. Their hatred- for all metas -became well-known to neighbors, locals, the entire town. J.J.'s older brothers assisted in organizing protests and creating an anit-meta group.

J.J., a young male at the time, wanted to believe that like New York City, the disinterest in meta's would end once everything returned to its normal ways. Yet, despite his hope, it did not happen. J.J. argued with his mother and father that this senseless rage was sheer ignorance. Yes, it's terrible what had happened to the Big Apple- a true tragedy. But the actions of few should not count for the actions of all. Infuriated by his sudden outbursts, the male's parents disowned him and forced him to leave the property at once.

J.J. wandered on his own for awhile, often having to survive by eating from soup kitchens and sleeping on benches. There was no way that they young man would seek his 'church friends' for guidance; he did not enjoy their company nor wanted their infuriating pity. J.J. seemed sure that word must have gotten around about his parents disowning him.

As he was sleeping on one of several benches in an empty park, J.J. woke to the someone violently shaking him. Startled, he woke at once to come face to face with an old witch. Her traditional pale, left blue eye and missing teeth put thw boy into a lightened mood after his rude awakening. The witch then asked J.J. if he wanted to change his life. Confused, he requested for the witch to elaborate. Simply shaking her head of flowing brittle ivory hair, the witch held out her hand.
On it, tattoos of a language he'd never before scene glowed a pale blue.

"You believe that not all meta's should be blamed for the actions of the City. Here, take my hand, and you will be a messenger from the heavens itself!" J.J. hesitated, unsure option to take. On one hand, he could defend the meta's and prove to his parents that not all of them were hell-bent on destruction. The other was the choice to be a coward. Sucking in a deep breath, J.J. took the hand of the witch who cackled as the blue light brightened so intensely, it blinded him for several moments.

When he opened his eyes, his body felt smaller and proportioned in an odd fashion. J.J. looked to see the spot where the witch had been, but saw that her clothes and grey feathers were the only pieces of evidence of her presence. Gone. Or possibly dead? J.J. looked down at himself- and nearly fainted. His once lanky form had been replaced with a dove's body!

Slightly disoriented, J.J. observed other birds in their style of flying. Eventually he learned how to fly. J.J. rapidly became the best flight jet of them all. As time went on, the dove encountered a young girl being attacked by street brawlers. Stunned that such a thing was occurring J.J.'s emotions of rampage built until he screeched, releasing a high energy pulse beam into the girl's attackers. It sent the small form of the bird flying into a bricked building; at least the attackers had left. Recovering from his impact, J.J. flew over to the girl. Lacerations covered most of her body and her face was terribly bruised. The dove crept closer until he the girl cradled him in shaking palms. As they sat there, an ominous white light surrounded the bird. In just an hour, the girl had been healed. J.J. wasn't aware of either of these powers- they happened involuntarily, but he used them whenever necessary and regularly.

Winter began to arrive; it was time for the birds up north to head south. The white dove decided to leave Oklahoma and head for somewhere along the west coast. It took a few weeks, but his hard work paid off; J.J. arrived in Portland, Oregon. He settled in, looking for a something but what, he was unsure. It wasn't until the bird came across a fight between a rather hefty man with the power to lift cars and an inexperienced fighter that he understood.

His seeking had been for a master. Observing the ten year old girl, it remained that she did not retain a lot of experience. The girl's movements were sloppy, she barely dodged the twelve foot mammoth of a man. Said mammoth tossed a car in her direction; it landed just inches from her person. The wind force chucked her down the street. Her body barely twitched as the mammoth strode towards her to finish his job. J.J. swooped in from the Heavens, delivering heavy blasts. It damaged the man; fortunately for the board, his durability did not resist high energy bolts too well. The man fell and with him defeated, he made his way to the girl's barely moving form. He partially healed what he could so she would be able to at least drag herself into an alleyway. Once they were hidden, J.J. used the girl's hair as a nest and properly healed the rest of her wounds.

After several hours passed, the girl lifted her head to try and assess the situation. J.J. immediately hopped off of her head. "Hoot." The girl blinked in indifference. "Um.. H-hello?"

"Hoot. Chirp. Hoot. Hoot, hoot?"

"My name is Celtic. Celtic Rayflo. Did...did you save me back there?"

"Hoot."

The girl- Celtic Rayflo -grinned and thanked the dove numerous times. She stood, offered her shoulder. When J.J. landed on it, she began to walk home where her guardian, Vincent, awaited her. J.J. all the while, could barely contain his excitement. He felt that something good would come from this girl. Had to. After all, meta or no meta, he believed she could do it.

The Powers

Power 1: Healing// J.J. possesses the ability to heal others through touch. Depending on the state of the injury, it takes a certain amount of time to heal someone. For example, a paper cut would take seconds, a wound that would need stitches takes minutes, a broken bone is thirty minutes, failed organs takes days to heal (even then, unless the casualty is on machines, there's a chance that the subject can die), etc. Deceased casualties can not be resurrected despite J.J.'s true nature. [5 ability]

Power 2:Concussion Beams// This dove releases beams of energy- much like Celtic -however, he has a greater control of his ability. His beams can range from mild-concussion to total annihilation. In no way is he immune to these beams. [5 ability]

Grid
Intelligence:
Occult: 5
Strength:
Speed: 6
Durability: 5
Ability: 10
Fighting Skills:
Magic:
Spells:
Flight:
Wealth: