Dante Morrison

[Veli Alvar]

Manchester, England
February 16, 2011

"You never pass the damn controller when you lose, probably cause you're too much of a sore loser." Dante told his best friend Maxwell as they wrestled for the playstation 3 controller. Maxwells home was the opposite of Dantes; clean, organized, well decorated. Then again Maxwell was better off financially than Dante and his mother whom lived in a small apartment with her having to... turn tricks to pay the bills. Being at Maxwells abode gave Dante peace of mind from his harsh reality. Dantes mother was neglectful as well so he could spend the nights over with his best friend with not so much as a 'Are you alive?' from his mum.

He finally was able to release the controller from Maxwells grip and began to play the fighting game they were taking turns playing. "Dang, I'm surprised you didn't break the controller cause you broke my hand you wanker." mentioned Maxwell as he flicked his wrist repeatedly trying to ease the pain. They both shared a good laugh; nothing one said ever really bothered the other. "I'm gonna wreck so much ass online right now" commented Dante as the menu sounds from the game could be heard. Maxwell got up and made his way through the room door, possibly going to the bathroom.

Half an hour passed before Dante started to feel wary.. did he really injure his friends hand that bad? Something was definitely up. Before he could even move a muscle he heard a voice from behind him. "That entertainment system must have many redeemable qualities to keep you so unaware of what's around you." he heard from right behind him on the bed he was sitting on. His body froze for a couple seconds and his heart skipped a beat. The voice, he just could not describe... it was a multitude of tones all at once. When Dante mustered the courage to look back he did not know what he was looking at.. the sight was so grotesque that he jumped off of the bed and his body crashed into the tv, toppling it over as the noise of it being destroyed filled the room. "A reckless one - so shameful. Restrain him." it said as Dante immediately felt an arm wrap around his neck so tight that he could only look at the ceiling.

Dante struggled and struggled but it was absolutely no use. Whoever - or whatever - had his grip on him was inhumanly strong. His consciousness was quickly fading as black dots filled his vision. He tried to resist with all his might but it was incredibly futile. He had lost. "I am much too impatient. We must bring you back immediately so that your talents can be managed." was all Dante heard before he drifted off into a deep sleep.

[Veli Alvar]

-Profile of Dante Morrison-

-Vitals-
Full name: Dante Morrison
Date of Birth: August 11, 1995
Ethnicity: Jamaican-British
Age when captured: 17
Age presently: 21
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170 lbs
Blood Type: AB-

-Appearance-
Physical: Above average height with average weight. Doesn't look skinny but doesn't look heavy either. Arms are pretty long and his body type is a short torso relative to his long legs. Wide chest; has a very loud and booming voice, it is often quite difficult for him to speak softly. Hint of yellow in his irises.
Clothing: Clothing usually consists of a windbreaker with various jeans or sweatpants. Favours yellow as colour of choice for his tops.

-Changeling Vitals-
Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Airtouched
Court: Summer Court
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Greed
Height: 6'10"
Weight: 190 lbs

-Changeling Appearance-
Physical: Very tall with a very wide chest. Grey skin, same colour as the clouds. Eyes are yellow with yellow lines resembling a circuit board in the scleras. Always has a breeze around him; if one were to stand close they would notice. Chin-strap beard.
Clothing: Same choices as his mask.

[Veli Alvar]

-Arcadia Fragment-

Dante collapsed to his knees after having devoured the mysterious looking food his master had brought him. For months he had been on this mountain top, guarding it from incredibly odd creatures. No sleep for the past 2 days, he thought he was on the verge of insanity. With that, tears began to shed uncontrollably from his eyes. He couldn't handle this; he could not even understand where the fuck he was or why the fuck this was happening.

"Why, why me, why?!" he yelled to the sky, his voice shaking from the emotions. He couldn't compose himself, his body began to shake violently. He held his spear tight in his left hand but it became hard to keep a grip on it from the shaking. It was clear that Dante was unstable. With that he let out a booming scream. His shackles began to rustle as they were tightening. "Quiet!" was all he heard from the house behind him.

He continued to yell in severe pain.