[hider=Steven Freeman] [u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u] [b]Name: [/b] [INDENT]Steven Freeman[/INDENT] [b]Nickname/Alias/Etc: [/b] [INDENT]Steve, Stevie, Blur[/INDENT] [b]Gender: [/b] [INDENT]Male[/INDENT] [b]Age: [/b] [INDENT]22[/INDENT] [b]Height: [/b] [INDENT]5'11[/INDENT] [b]Weight: [/b] [INDENT]180 lbs[/INDENT] [b]Home District: [/b] [INDENT]Rosalina Isle - Turtle Creek[/INDENT] [b][u]Appearance[/u][/b] [b]Hair Color: [/b] [INDENT]Black[/INDENT] [b]Eye Color: [/b] [INDENT]Brown[/INDENT] [b]Ethnicity: [/b] [INDENT]Black[/INDENT] [b]Physical Appearance: [/b] [INDENT] Steven cuts a toned lean figure with the defined muscles of a runner. His skin is smooth dark brown, dark as chocolate, and free of blemishes and mostly hairless. His deep brown eyes contain a bright, mischievous light and they're large, expressive eyes with eyelashes more curled than is usual for guy and are framed by dark peaked eyebrows. Steven is clean shaven and he likes to keep his hair close-cropped, he keeps his face clear of any signs of a mustache or beard while his head is crowned by dark and youthful layer of black. He goes through a lot of effort to keep himself well-manicured and his skin smooth and his nails are always immaculately trimmed. When he smiles it's with a full mouth of strong bright white teeth. Vanity thy name is Steven. He has one tattoo, a burning sun with a heart at its center over his own. He also has one scar, a thin gash running along his side a reminder to never be too cocky. He wears no jewelry or accessories, preferring to be sensible in this one aspect. Overall he presents a slim handsome athletic physique with his strong broad jaw and high cheekbones.[/INDENT] [b]Attire: [/b] [INDENT] Steven doesn't buy into fashion trends or popular styles. He wears what he likes and what feels comfortable. On casual occasions he likes boots, a dark jacket, loose button-ups, and dark jeans. But when the occasion calls for dressing up he doesn't hesitate to don one of his many custom tailored suits with designer shoes and ties. His increasing nightly escapades see him donning dark racing suits and shoes with thick gloves and a custom modern and smooth black motorcycle helmet. [/INDENT] [b][u]Personality[/u][/b] [b]Innate & Outward Personality: [/b] [INDENT]At his core Steven is a carefree, fun-loving man. He's energetic and intelligent, always seeking out pleasure and excitement but possesses a cunning mind with a vivid imagination. Steven is easily amused and easy-going, doesn't like holding grudges but is prone to bouts of fiery passion. When he cares for something or someone he cares deeply, once earned his loyalty and trust is unwavering. Steven is impulsive and extroverted, if he cares to do something he will do it and he is unafraid of approaching complete strangers and making new friends. Or lovers. Steven projects a charismatic air and will flirt openly with anyone, man or woman, who catches his fancy. Steven detests being bored and is always looking for something to keep his excitement, and as a result tends to have a short attention span when something doesn't catch his interest. He has considerably looser morals than most people and thinks nothing wrong about polyamory. He believes people should do what they want but draws the line at physically or mentally damaging people or ripping them off. He's smart in his own way but is almost completely ignorant of anything science or history related and hates numbers. He enjoys writing and performing but is almost allergic to traditional work. He also has a habit of goofing off and performing immature antics such as super-speed assisted pranks. At this point in life he's firm in his position of not believing in monogamy. He has a unique sense of humor, clever and witty but almost never biting and is prone to showing off. Steven is a man who is utterly confident and secure in who he is. Many would call him arrogant and he would say they were probably right, he always relishes the opportunity to prove he's the best at something whether it's arm wrestling, shot-drinking, or anything else. He is a party boy and a loyal friend to those he calls friends. He prefers to live and let live, tries to avoid conflict, and tries his best to generally not be an asshole. But once he is made an enemy he will pursue recourse until the bitter end for he is also headstrong and stubborn when his good humor is soured. He doesn't like bullies and if he sees someone strong pushing down someone weak it really pisses him off. He's not the kind to stand by and do nothing. He's the kind to walk up to the guy and try to talk him down. And if that doesn't work he's not afraid to throw a punch.[/INDENT] [b]Hobbies/Interests: [/b] [INDENT] Running, swimming, soccer, and parkour are his favored sports while he likes to train in mixed martial arts and knife fighting. When he's not out partying, eating, or travelling to new places he's often at home working on his writings which range from erotic romance to psychological drama and horror. He has no interest in traditional work and loves the freedom being a writer affords him. Its very rare when he does not have a man or woman or several men and women in his apartment. [/INDENT] [b]Skills/Talents: [/b] [INDENT]He's a talented athlete and trained in parkour and swim since he was a youth. Steven is also a highly competent hand-to-hand fighter even without his powers and is an expert with a blade. He likes to think he has a way with words and often tries to charm people into giving him what he wants. [/INDENT] [b]Prized Possession: [/b] [INDENT] A pair of 8 inch carbon fiber daggers he had custom made. He hides one in his boot and another in his belt hidden by his jacket. [/INDENT] [b] Quote(s): [/b] [INDENT] "I don't know if there's a God, I don't know why we're here, I don't know if there's a higher purpose. I do know that we live in a beautiful world with beautiful people and good food. Why worry when you can have fun?" [/INDENT] [hider=History/Bio:] Steven grew up fairly privileged. His father was a successful music producer and his mother was a high-priced corporate lawyer. He grew up with an older brother, an older sister, and a younger brother. His parents were usually busy and it fell to his brother, older by five years, and his sister, older by three, to parent him and his six year old younger brother. His older brother Marcus was stern for his age and intelligent while his sister Erica was sweet and caring but strong-willed. Steven's younger brother Darius was always a silly and simple boy. Those early years were a fond time for Steven and the four children never wanted for anything as they played together and comforted each other through their parents absences. Until when he was eight years old he discovered his power when playing a game of baseball he hit the ball out of the school's property entirely and ran through all the bases in two seconds. He was of course reported to NEST and registered. In tears he was sent to the Academy and only saw his family on special occasions. Once in the Academy, he mostly cruised all through his school years. All of his teachers noted that he was intelligent but he shrugged off most of his academic responsibilities and achieved mostly average grades. His only real interests to begin with were sports. He was a show-off from a young age and liked to perform rapid cartwheels and other stunts to the applause of his fellow students. He had to be disciplined more than once to play fair and stop using his powers during athletic events but even then he beat all comers more often than not. He made quite a few friends in his years in the Academy and was always seen with a group of tag-alongs. In junior high years he developed a talent for language arts and could hammer out short stories and short essays in moments. They were rough at first but once he got to freshman year of high school his work was acknowledged as good and only got better. Every Valentine's day he always sent out a few cards that made many girls and even a few boys swoon. So while he spurned math, science, and history he excelled in swim and soccer and wrote amusing short stories in his spare time. His natural charisma then broke out into the drama club and he became the Academy's star leading man through the rest of his school years. His good humor, playful charm, and energetic vitality made him beloved throughout the school. Steven had quite an active social life and was always out and about with friends or the latest fling and often helped organize some of the wildest parties. His speed was never used in sporting events but nonetheless he was one of the Academy's top athletes, winning many accolades. He had long since gotten control of his powers and never once caused a serious accident. After tiring of team sports, he decided to take up free-running and self-defense classes just for kicks and his athleticism with his speed saw him excelling. Even when not using his powers he displayed superb speed, agility, and reflexes. When speeding he was something else entirely. The military was interested in him once he was in junior year. He seemed to be a great candidate for military service and perhaps eventually an Agent in NEST. Won over by promises of excitement and adventure, he enlisted right after he graduated the Academy and turned Eighteen. Unfortunately, he didn't even make it through basic training. He was definitely capable but military life just wasn't for him. The rigid order rankled him and the stern surroundings bored him. His peers were mostly fun enough but Steven found their superiors to often be unpleasant. He was disciplined several times for fraternizing with fellow trainees, sneaking in alcohol, and generally being himself. He was deemed unfit and discharged and Steven was quite relieved. He realized he simply didn't have what it took to leave a regimented life and certainly not the life of a NEST Agent. And, foregoing college completely, he decided to simply travel the country. By this point his father's company was thriving and he had more than enough money. For more than three years he explored every corner of North America, taking in all the sights and sounds. He ate, drank, partied, and made love never staying in one place for too long. He seduced countless men and women, once streaked naked across a whole commercial street, and generally got up to all kinds of silly antics. He was no stranger to prostitutes and experienced several drugs, but he concluded that he didn't need any substances to have fun and often times the working girls and boys didn't even charge for services. When it came time for family holidays Steven could always just run for several hours until he got home. Once, south of the border he got into a knife fight with some toughs and didn't even bother to use his speed. However he was slashed in the side and almost died if it wasn't for a well-placed knee to the crotch and punch in the nose. He learned that day that he only needed to be the slower man once to end up on a slab. He took it to heart and tried his best to avoid fights and to fight smarter. But he still liked to show off and sometimes a purse snatcher or mugger or thief would find themselves blitzed to the ground without knowing what had hit them. These charitable opportunities always put a smile on his face and often a grateful man or woman in his bed. After seeing most of the continent and amassing quite a reputation in the nightclub scene of every major American city, he decided to return home to Verthaven. By this time Marcus was a partner in their mother's firm with a wife and kids. Erica was a grade school teacher with her own family. And Darius was a growing musical talent and signed on to their father's company. Knowing he basically didn't need to work, he decided to start writing novels. His interests were varied and with a good agent and his parents' contacts he always got a good publishing deal. His works were always at least moderately successful and often appeared in best sellers list but he hasn't yet put out something that he thought was spectacular. Steven did enjoy the attention of his loving fans however. He kept up his fight training and can be sometimes seen gleefully racing around the city rooftops. On a lark he decided to audition for a part in a local play, a modern version of Romeo and Juliet. He won the role of Mercutio and was widely lauded by critics and audiences as one of the best performances in the play. Content in his accomplishments he returned to writing and partying and surveyed the night life scene of his birth city. Steven loves his city and is living life to the fullest. But every so often he brushes with the not so sunny side of Verthaven. His trawls through the poorer districts often leave him in shock at how violent and dangerous his once beautiful city was now becoming. He saw more than one attempted rape or theft. Steven always intervened and gave the perpetrator a sound beating, but the collective suffering of his home was weighing on him. People kept going missing. Violence kept tearing apart the streets. Men and women, metahuman and mundane alike, kept being terrorized by gangs or extremist groups that were leaving countless bodies and broken lives in their wake. Even the easy-going Steven couldn't abide it. He loved having fun and he wanted everyone else to join the party. And they couldn't with the way things were going. Steven didn't know what he should do but as he kept writing manuscripts and waking up next to strangers he realized he needed something more. Something truly thrilling. And so he decided to start slowly cleaning up the city. It started with strolls down Eagle-Rock and watching out for predators preying on the helpless. And he would always step in. A roughed up gang-banger there or a knocked out attempted rapist there, he did his good deeds. When talking about what happened these rescued civilians could only describe their savior as a Blur. And so that became his name. And slowly but surely Blur is working his way up to the people who are tearing his city apart. And hey there was always a good chance of meeting a fine man or woman. And it'd make a hell of a book. He recently reconnected with an old flame, one of his old girlfriends from the Academy, a girl his age named Isabella Ruiz. He approached a young attractive woman at a bar and was surprised to see her. After catching up they hit it off quite well and he know has a key to her own apartment and she to his but they both agreed its nothing serious. She now works as a journalist and has her hand on the pulse of the city. [/hider] [u][b]Relationships[/b][/u] [b]Family: [/b] [INDENT]Hank Freeman (Mostly-Absent but charitable Father) Desdemona Freeman (Strong-willed and commanding Mother) Marcus Freeman (Serious, Intelligent, Calculating brother) - his sister-in-law Samantha (Brainy and Attractive) - his two nephews George and Alexander (both studious but fun-loving with their aunt's influence) Erica Freeman (Sincere, Kind, Gentle yet Strong sister) - his brother-in-law Robert (charming and nice, also a white guy) - his niece Aria (smart but sassy and confident, his favorite) Darius Freeman (Simple, Talented, Happy-go-lucky brother) [/INDENT] [b]Dynamics:[/b] [indent][b]Isabella Ruiz[/b] | [b]Good[/b] | [b]Childhood Friend, First Love, Favorite Lay, Literary Muse, Possible Source[/b] | [i]"Man, what can you say about Bella? Except, goddamn. There's just something about her, I saw it when we were in school and its even stronger now. She has it all: wit, charm, personality. And if she wants something, she gets it. The girl deserves to have a hurricane named after her."[/i] |[/indent] [b][u]Abilities[/u][/b] [b]Power Class:[/b] [INDENT] Super-System[/INDENT] [b]Power:[/b] [INDENT]Super-Speed including Super-Reflexes and Agility coupled with increased stamina. He can also vibrate parts of his body in several different intensities with various effects. He also seems to have a better than average immune system and while he doesn't recover from fatigue or injury any faster, he bounces back to full health once recovered where a normal human might have been crippled. [/INDENT] [b]Limits:[/b] [INDENT] Steven is faster than a speeding bullet but is nowhere near as fast as light. He couldn't dodge energy attacks such as lasers. He is no stronger than a physically fit man his age and is just as durable as any other person when he isn't blurring and even then his field doesn't stop bullets or large blunt objects. If he gets shot or slams into a wall he will go down. He can't run up vertical walls or across water like in the movies. Instead he has to swim or climb at super-speed. At a speed fast enough to dodge bullets he can only keep it up for maybe ten to fifteen seconds and being nearly wiped out. While his brain processes information much faster he has the same senses as any normal human and he doesn't heal from wounds any faster. His brain only works faster once his reflexes kick in, so if he's the victim of a sneak attack he'd be just as surprised as anyone else. He definitely can't vibrate through walls and no matter how hard he tries he can't turn himself into a tornado or spin his arms and create a whirlwind. [/INDENT] [b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] [INDENT] The faster and longer he goes the more it drains out of him. At normal cruising speed he is akin to a cheetah running or a car on the freeway. He can keep up this pace for up to two hours before needing rest and refreshment. Any longer and it'd start to hurt him. But if he goes faster, say fast enough to dodge a bullet, it takes a lot of energy and the time he can go that fast shrinks rapidly. After ten full seconds of being faster than a speeding bullet, he would need to take a day off to rest. Any faster and it'd lead to the progressively worsening effects all metahumans have right before ashing. His inner energy helps but he's constantly eating in order to keep up with his metabolism and he's discovered that it's almost impossible to get drunk. He couldn't go any faster without being harmed, and that's without accounting for friction and wind shear. His speed is both his greatest asset and his greatest danger. He can't even go at cruising speed in normal clothes without it getting ruined and he has to wear proper attire to speed up. The faster he goes the more he's vulnerable to friction and wind shear. If he goes faster than cruising speed the wind works against him and somewhat impedes him as he moves around, and it becomes much more difficult to control his movement. He has to be very careful when he runs at high speeds and only every goes much faster than normal in a straight line. Precision maneuvering at the top tiers of movement is pretty much impossible. He needs to wear a full-bodied suit to protect himself from the friction of his movement and his higher speeds tend to get very uncomfortably hot, without protection he'd get some burns. That's why he blurs faster than a bullet very rarely and only over short distances more akin to sprinting than marathon running. He is still a servant to momentum. If he was speeding and happened to trip his momentum would lead to a painful landing. And the faster he goes the harder it is to stop, and he has to either decelerate earlier or decelerate over a larger area. At top speed it'd be impossible to just stop on a dime. He still needs traction to run and slippery surfaces severely limit him. He has no protection against solid objects. He's even more susceptible to unseen light poles than normal people when he speeds up. The faster he goes and the harder the object helps determine how much it hurts. And if he went high-speed into a brick wall he'd definitely be dead or horribly maimed. He also can't really punch anyone or hit them at his higher speeds without it feeling painful or even causing damage to his body. He'd have to stick with knife slashes which is why extremely high-speed combat is only for emergencies. While he's blurring it's akin to an adrenaline rush and he might not notice any injuries he sustains till afterward. His brain works much faster than normal but only when he's speeding up. During this time he processes information much faster but it puts strain on his mind and he definitely couldn't do complex equations in his head while running faster than cruising speed without a hell of a headache. This faster processing only activates when he's using his powers and he can be caught off guard like anyone else. While he's blurring he often has to deliberately slow down the way he talks otherwise his words just melt into each other and become somewhat confusing. [/INDENT] [b][u]Sample Post:[/u][/b] [INDENT] The banger's front tooth clattered on the pavement of the dark alley as he crashed to the ground in a yelp of pain. His four friends all stood rigid with knives or bronze knuckles, while the punk on the ground had a nine millimeter which he had dropped. In between the thugs was a young woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her skimpy clothes and make-up marked her as a working girl, Steven didn't know her. Which was a little surprising. He knew this section of the Eagle-Rock pretty well. She was pretty young, eighteen or nineteen at best, probably younger, with big blue eyes and long silky brown hair. Smooth skin, clean teeth, firm body. She was new to the scene and hadn't yet fallen to drugs like other girls. Runaway? Rebellious daughter? Could've been anything really. What mattered was that these five punks decided that it'd be fun to rob and probably rape an honest working woman. The nerve of some people. All this flashed through Steven's head as he watched the leader sans one tooth get back to his feet. His smile was hidden by the balaclava. Steven stood straight with his arms crossed as he stared the men down, [color=00aeef][b] "Red Crowns huh? Don't you guys know to leave the girls alone? [/b][/color] The punk spit blood, [color=ed1c24][b] "Fuck you puta. We the Kings of these streets. And Kings take what they want. Money, bitches, whatever we want." [/b][/color] Steven had to admit, his wiry youthfulness was kinda cute but the face tats ruined it. The knife he pulled didn't help. He seemed to be ignoring the gun at his feet, either wary of being exposed or wanting a straight up brawl. Steven spread his arms, [color=00aeef][b] "Well if that's true than go ahead. Take me." [/b][/color] The punks ignored the girl on the ground and shouted as they ran towards him. Steven grinned even bigger and tensed up for a fight, his fists held in front of him as he twisted sideways. No need for knives, he needed to teach them a lesson in courtesy. Barely speeding up, Steven sidestepped the leader's wild stab and grabbed his arm with one hand before elbowing it with a crack. Steven grabbed the shouting punk and kicked him into one of his friends toppling both. The next thug slashed at his face while his friend tried to go in with his brass knuckles. Steven grabbed the punk with the knuckles and twisted his hand while he ducked his head below his friends' slash and kicked him to the knee sending him shouting with pain to the ground. Steven used his free hand and punched the punk he held rapidly in the gut with blinding blows before he used both hands to grab his arm and flip the punk over his shoulder into the one with the busted knee. Steven walked forward and kicked the one who was under their fearless leader's body in the head. He stopped short as the last one fumbled with the gun. Steven let him pick it up before he walked forward, side-stepping the barrel and grabbing the gun. The clip fell to the ground and the slide followed before the punk even knew what was going on. He stared bug-eyed before he was flat on his back with stars in his face. Steven surveyed the groaning toughs and set about kicking away their knives before quickly ruffling through their pockets. A few moments later several wallets were dropped in front of the girl as she looked up in awe. Steven nodded, [color=00aeef][b] "Take what you need. You've got bills to pay after all." [/b][/color] He shouted back to the bangers who were just now starting to stir, [color=00aeef][b] "And hopefully they know to pay up next time they want some fun. Or else they'll get more than cracked bones." [/b][/color] The girl expertly emptied out their wallets and ended up with a big wad of cash while the punks picked themselves up and ran off without looking back, supporting each other as they hobbled away. The girl smiled sardonically, [color=92278f][b] "My prince charming. Come to save the fair maiden." [/b][/color] Steven chuckled and raised his hands, [color=00aeef][b] "I just don't like bullies. Especially thieving, raping bullies. They got off lucky this time. And so did you, you ought to be more careful." [/b][/color] The girl laughed, [color=92278f][b] "A girl's gotta make a living. And like you said, I got bills to pay." [/b][/color] Steven nodded,[color=00aeef] [b] "What's your name?" [/b][/color] The girl smiled and held his gaze for a few moments before saying, [color=92278f][b] "Call me Daisy. What's yours?" [/b][/color] Steven shrugged, [color=00aeef] [b] "Call me Blur." [/b][/color] At her skeptical brow he said, [color=00aeef][b] "Hey, all the other good fast names were taken." [/b][/color] She laughed again and Steven was sure she could tell he was smiling, [color=92278f][b] "Ok, Blur then. Nice to meet you." [/b] [/color] [color=00aeef][b] "And you. If you ever need any help, you can call this number." [/b][/color] Blur handed her a simple white card with a number to his more private disposable phone. Daisy took the card and slipped it in her pocket while the cash went in her shirt. Steven's eyes followed her hand and Daisy grinned, [color=92278f][b] "I could always give you a discount. Prince Charming fee." [/b][/color] Steven rubbed his chin, [color=00aeef][b] "Well I don't know. I wanted to run around a bit more." [/b][/color]But he liked that mischievous grin in her eyes, [color=00aeef][b] "But I could take a break. And I know a place. Shall we?" [/b][/color] Steven extended a gloved hand. She took it. [/INDENT] [/hider]