Name: Eric Thompson

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: 
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Personality: Eric was always quiet, and never really open to just being happy and playing and having fun as a kid. His entire life consisted of being quiet, and simply following orders. His parents were of an older sort and they were raised by older parents of their own who grew up hard-scrabble lives in West Virginia and Ohio. This caused Eric to grow up on the rougher side of parenting, and that was a good thing. He was disciplined and raised with manners, and he grew up with respect. As he grew older, this didn't change a whole lot, except for the fact he got quieter. His parents weren't exactly happy together and his father, while he cared for his father as a son would, was an angry man who constantly yelled and hollered. He was always mad at Eric and his mother, because they did everything wrong and never did enough. Eric had to constantly be working outside and his mother had to be constantly cleaning the house or cooking less his father would explode and go into a rage fit for a tyrant king. He would constantly throw dishes, remotes, phones, and anything he could his hands on. He never threw the stuff at Eric or his mother, but he threw stuff nonetheless. It only got worse with each passing year until Eric was fifteen. Eric, at that point, stopped talking altogether in a pit of depression and went through his last years in school without saying more then a handful of words at one time. He never had friends, and never had a girlfriend, and never had anyone to talk to, ever. Even on this very day, he is still quiet, but not the same quiet he was in school, or at home. 

Conduit Powers: Bio-material/Genetic Manipulation. His power is the ability to manipulate genetic material and essentially shift or "rewrite" it in some aspects. He has a very specific variant of this ability that he uses though, as it is easier for him to control and in many way's it is how he sees himself. His primary powers(I have it set up to describe his primary powers that way I can assure you understand I won't make this Op.) are the uses of Genetic Manipulation to shift his own features into that of animalistic forms. For example he often uses "Lycanthropic-esque" forms for combat or quick travel around the environment. He can also preform partial shifts which relate to segmented parts of his body. Though when he partially shifts he can only do partial shifts of that type. He cannot mix partial shifts of multiple types. An example would be the inability to create wings while also wielding large wolf-like claws. He can only accent his form with one animal type at a time, because an overload of more then one type causes his body to breakdown and reject the meld and he could end up killing himself from the genetic level. His powers, like any other, is fueled by that form of matter within the world, thus he must constantly absorb genetic and organic material when his powers are expended and he needs to refuel. His powers are somewhat unique, in that when he absorbs organic material he has limited access outside of that genetic material, so he often consumes what he wants to use for the situation. 
 
Background/Curdun Cay Experience: Eric grew up in a less-then-functional home, and it did wonders for his personality and mentality, but it wasn't until he was fifteen that he discovered his powers. His father had put down the beloved family cat because it kept scratching the hood of the family's truck when it climbed up onto it, and when the cat was put down, it was simply shot out of the blue. Eric didn't know about it until he heard the gun shot, and while he was exactly in love with this cat, he was upset and his father left him with disposing of the cat. He took the limp feline out back and began digging a grave, but while doing so a stray, ferocious dog was found out by the shed. This wasn't uncommon for a rural area in West Virginia. The dog saw Eric as an aggressor when Eric tried to shoo the dog away by shaking his hand and the shovel at it. The dog charged forward, and while it didn't seem very large far away it quickly grew into a hulk of a canine..(WIP. I HAVE TO LEAVE ABRUPTLY FOR IMPORTANT FAMILY MATTERS THAT I WASN'T AWARE OF, SORRY.)