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[B]| [I]NAME:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]- Frederick 'Freddie' James Michael Blackwell[/INDENT]

[B]| [I]ALIAS:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]- Tempest[/INDENT]

[B]| [i]AGE:[/i] |[/B]
[INDENT]- 17[/INDENT]

[B]| [I]ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]- Meteorokinesis (Weather manipulation)
Freddie has the ability to control the weather. Using his mind, he can summon rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, fog and any other naturally occurring weather phenomena, as well as being able to banish these effects and allow the sun to shine. The process is rather swift and he is able to completely shift the weather within mere moments. With enough practice, Fred might develop the ability to fly by manipulating wind currents. He is also capable of learning to bring weather indoors, allowing him to release blasts of lightning from his hands, or conjure concentrated rainclouds for example. (Currently, he is only able to summon winds and fogs indoors.)

- Other skills
Aside from his powers, Freddie is a rather intelligent individual as far as logical-thinking and common sense go, but this isn't shown in his academic performance. He has a creative mind and is a brilliant problem-solver, but struggles with mathematical and scientific concepts. He's a good verbal communicator, making him an asset in teamwork as he is able to share his ideas with the group. Fred is a painter and all-round crafty person, and loves nothing more than working on artistic projects whilst listening to music. During his time at school, he was the top of the class in French due to his parents ownership of a chateaux in Cannes. He was also a fierce actor and was usually picked for the starring role of the school's productions.[/INDENT] 

[B]| [I]LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]- Meteorokinesis (Weather manipulation)
The main weakness of Freddie's meteorokinesis is the psychic nature of his abilities: Fred is a highly emotional person, and finds that he often subconsciously influences the weather if he lets his emotions get the better of him. For example, accidentally causing storms when he is angry, or rain when he is sad. This stems from a lack of control, and with intensive training Ben should find himself able to better manipulate his powers, rather than simply invoking them and hoping for the best. His abilities are currently rather limited when he is indoors (although he can still affect the outside from within a building, this isn't often useful inside.) He has a rather large area of effect, able to influence the weather over a one mile radius with relative ease; and up to two or three times that with effort. He also has to be present within the area he wishes to influence; he cannot effect areas by looking at a photograph of video stream, for example. Furthermore, he is not exempt from the effects of his conjured weather: rain will wet him, winds will blow him away, lightning will burn him and he cannot see through fog. He must manipulate the elements to his advantage (i.e. directing lightning away from him, changing the direction of wind etc.). The relationship between his emotions and the weather works both ways: as well as his emotions affecting the weather, it is also common for the weather to affect his feelings.

- Other weaknesses
Freddie is not trained in physical combat nor is he particularly strong; he is rather slender and has never visited a gym in his life, making him quite easily overpowered in physical confrontation. He is a highly emotional person, which is something he has always struggled with as when he gets emotional he finds it difficult to see things from other perspectives. It is even more difficult since his powers manifested. Whilst he is good at sharing his opinions, his listening skills are lacking and he tends to think that he is always right. He's very stubborn and struggles to admit his errors, which can sometimes cause conflict. Having lived a privileged life, Freddie is not familiar with the 'real world' and tends not to consider the value of money.[/INDENT]

[b]| [i]SAMPLE POST:[/i] |[/b]
[INDENT]- Freddie's slender fingers scratched at the fur beneath Winston's collar as the fat ginger cat practically grinned in appreciation, purring away contentedly in Freddie's lap. The pair were surrounded by luggage; large, black suitcases containing most of Freddie's worldly goods assembled like soldiers in his large bedroom. Freddie sighed dejectedly.

"Oh Winnie," he said, addressing the cat in a forlorn manner only a teenager could muster. "I really wish I could stay. Lord knows what this school might be like," he said, his thick British accent evident in the turn of phrase. "America, huh? I bet it's simply ghastly..." he sighed once more. "But of course, you don't care," he said, grabbing the cat beneath its front legs and pulling him up so that they were face-to-face. "Do you, my friend?" he said, smiling playfully. The confused look on the fat Persian's face suggested that Freddie was correct. He chuckled to himself, planting a kiss on the cat's nose before setting him down on the bed and beginning to place a few final personal items into a large Louis Vuitton bag. Winston curled up on the pillow and watched half-heartedly.

When he was done, he swung the brown designer bag over his shoulder and scratched the cat's head affectionately. "Well, I guess this is it, old chum." he said, heading over to the door. As he stood in the doorframe, he turned back to survey his room one final time. "Now, one of the help will be up shortly to collect my things," he said, summoning his theatrical experience as he addressed the cat. "You keep them in line for me, Winnie," he said, winking as he fought the sadness within him. The cat was almost as old as he was, and he knew that by the time he'd finished his studies there was likely to be a large, Winston-sized hole in the house he'd grown up in. "And make sure they don't scrimp on the tuna, you fat sod." he said, turning to leave the room as a single salty bead slipped down his cheek. 

As he made his way down the large, spiral staircase, he heard a faint tapping on the many windows of the house. Before he reached the bottom of the steps, his father rushed into the marble hallway from outside, his fine coat sodden with water.

"Do hurry up, Freddie boy," his father said. "It's raining."
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[b]| [i]NOTES:[/i] |[/b]
[INDENT]- This section only exists to appease a dumb rule hidden in the OP. As this information is so vital, I'll gladly reveal it: My favourite drink is the tears Nate sheds when someone declines to include their favourite drink in the Notes section of their character sheet.[/indent]