[u][b]PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016[/b][/u] [b]Student Name:[/b] [INDENT]Casper Vaile[/INDENT] [b]Gender:[/b] [INDENT]Male[/INDENT] [b]Nationality:[/b] [INDENT]American/Swedish[/INDENT] [b]Age:[/b] [INDENT]16[/INDENT] [b]D.O.B.:[/b] [INDENT]January 6th 1999[/INDENT] [b][u]Appearance[/u][/b] [img]http://img36.picoodle.com/img/img36/8/6/18/f_Emokidlargem_6861503.jpg [/img] [b]Hair Color:[/b] [INDENT]Black[/INDENT] [b]Eye Color:[/b] [INDENT]Brown[/INDENT] [b]Ethnicity:[/b] [INDENT]Caucasian[/INDENT] [b]Height:[/b] [INDENT]150 Cm[/INDENT] [b]Weight:[/b] [INDENT]40 Kg[/INDENT] [b][u]Powers & Abilities[/u][/b] [b]Power Name:[/b] [INDENT]Enhanced Strength[/INDENT] [b]Power Description:[/b] [INDENT]My strength is beyond human limits.[/INDENT] [b]Abilities:[/b] [INDENT] With super human muscles, my strength is far beyond that of any ordinary person. While not visible upon my frame, my strength is quite fearful. Due to the fact that my body would break under the sheer pressure of my strength, my power is accompanied by enhanced durability, but only enough to prevent my power from being harmful to myself. As of now it does not effect my exterior frame further than protecting me from lighter bludgeoning. [i]Passive[/i] - My strength is on par with ten grown men at all times, greatly enhancing my capabilities such as power and speed. [i]Active[/i] - With enough adrenaline, I can infuse my muscles further and gain more strength, however it drains me drastically and leaves me incredibly fatigued once the adrenaline leaves my frame. At this level I could rip a vault door from place but it would leave me tired and useless until I manage a good rest. [/INDENT] [b]Drawbacks & Weaknesses:[/b] [INDENT]I have no defensive powers. My skin is just as vulnerable to blades and bullets as any other’s. I have no tricks up my sleeve. My power is very straight forward and enhances my physical capabilities but it doesn’t stretch beyond that. I cannot ever lift a truck or toss a car. The latter could be possible if I activate my powers further but it would leave me fatigued and drained. If I stay in my 'powered' mode for too long, my body will start hurting and the next day it will feel like I have been through heavy workout and I'll be incredibly sore.[/INDENT] [b][u]About You[/u][/b] [b]Family:[/b] [INDENT]I’ve lived with my dad, Kyle, my whole life. Mom passed away a few years back. Her name was Maria.[/INDENT] [b]Personal Statement:[/b] [INDENT]I grew up with an American father and a Swedish mother, both of whom are incredibly open minded and accepting individuals. They raised me rather well, but throughout my childhood, I kept mostly to myself and it grew with the years. Being a small, fragile looking little guy kind of left me out of most things. It’s okay, though. I had a few friends that I hung out with from time to time. It was early that I learned that my mother had been struggling with a terminal illness but it didn’t show itself very often. In fact, she was a very strong woman but with her energy being constantly sapped, it eventually became too much. What could be considered a perfect little family was down one member December of 2012. Her passing was hard on both me and dad, but together we managed to struggle through it. With her gone, I grew even more reserved and kept to myself most of the day. The passing of a year was enough to eventually crack a small hole in the shell I had created and I started to speak more and spend more time with my father. Our relationship grew stronger once the mourning had been going on for a while and things started looking up. Kyle continued with his yoga studio, a rather successful business, and my grades at school were picking back up. Before and after my mother passed on, my life was rather straight forward. My supernatural ability showed itself very recently, a month ago actually. It’s been really hard to deal with and I’ve accidentally broken several things because of it. I know that I'm strong but I've never used it to hurt anyone, ever. I guess I am recorded as a behaving kid but I’m not a saint. I slip up at times and sometimes really mess up. I try not to, and I always try my hardest at whatever I have been tasked to do. Dad always says that a mistake is just another stepping stone to success. He’s all “Yoda” sometimes. I get along with most people but I’ve had ‘that one bully’ following me around in every school I’ve been to. For most part, people leave me alone and while considered weird, I’m not someone people usually dislike without reason. At least I’ve gotten that impression. Since an early age I’ve found great interest in the concept of mutants and powers all together. Given the fact that I noticed how I was 'different' at such a young age, I quickly grew interested in what other people could do. I happily spent many hours on the internet, reading up on various incidents concerning powers and mutants. It kind of caused some paranoia, though. So many people had problems with their powers and so many accidents had occurred. It filled me with a hint of worry. What if that would happen to me? Mutants are considered walking bombs by some and others simply hate them and I understand why. We are unpredictable, dangerous and a sneeze can lead to an inferno from some of us. All of this did however add to my shyness, and wanting to stay away from others. Staying away from others means that nothing bad could happen. I don't want to add to the statistics of mutant accidents and disasters. As most things have two sides however, it made me think about how far a person is willing to take this. How far is a mutant willing to take their powers in order to gain something? I could use my powers to hurt those who bullied me. Used wrongly, the power of Strength could do a number on almost anyone, a bad thought. I have decided to stay on the good side of everyone and just keep my powers as low key as I can. That way I don’t get into trouble. Oh, and I do have some hobbies, too. I love medieval history, especially swordsmanship. You might not think a shy little guy like me knows his way around these things but I have been studying it for a while now. It’s only in theory, though. I’ve never actually held a real sword. I also enjoy learning about the history of weaponry… Is that bad? I don’t know…I just think they’re really interesting. Well, I know how to sew and people say I’m good with a needle. I love colours as well, especially black and pink together. Maybe you can tell on the pink stripes in my hair or the various bracelets I wear...or my shirt in the picture. I also love Converse shoes and have a few pairs of them, pink, green, red, blue and purple. Oh, and I have a cat named Fang. I like cats. [/INDENT] [HIDER=Sample post]Blasting music into his ears was a habit. No, it was required. Casper had often stated that without music, he can’t function. With the headset firmly planted on his head, the young man turned to the song ‘Masterpiece’ by Madonna just before his attention turned back to the shooter game on his Playstation Vita. Lately he had been rather distracted, not getting enough sleep. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, because everything was going so well. His dad’s business was blossoming, no one had made life hard to live and every day passed without any notable casualty. Another shot was fired. Might as well keep going, one of them was bound to hit the spot. Maybe that was the problem though, the fact that everything was going so well. Maybe it had pulled the vigilance out of him. “Casper!” A sudden voice brought the boy back to reality and after almost dropping from shock, he turned to meet the voice. It was Gregory, the café owner. Casper always used to sit in the corner of that café after a long day at school. “Yes…?” The boy returned, pulling his headset down to his neck. “Your dad’s been calling you.” He handed Casper a phone. Oh, this happened sometimes. Casper had his music blasting too loudly and his mind tended to wander off. It could leave his cellphone vibrating in his pocket without him noticing it. Luckily Kyle had the number to Casper’s favourite place, and knew the owner. “Oh…” He returned, reaching for the phone. “Hello?” “Habibi, why don’t you pick up?” Kyle was a good man, always calm and collected. He was also incredibly patient and into all the new age stuff Casper could barely understand. “Sorry…” Casper replied, lowering his head slightly. Worrying his father wasn’t something he liked to do but…it just happened sometimes. “I am on my way home. Do you want something to eat?” Given the fact that the two were complete opposites, it was safe to assume that their eating habits were as well. The social, fun loving and spiritual father was a vegetarian, but Casper barely even ate vegetables. “A burger?” He spoke, hoping for something greasy and unhealthy. Funny, he never gained any weight and still looked like a skeleton, despite all the burgers he ate. “Would you like some gasoline with that?” Kyle joked. While trying to get Casper to eat healthier, he wasn’t a tyrant about it. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Kyle even [i]could[/i] lose his cool. “I’ll be home in thirty minutes, habibi. Love you.” “Love you too, dad.” He hung up, handing the phone back to Gregory. Well, that was his queue to leave. Putting the headphones back, Casper finished his tea and slipped his bag on. It was a simple shoulder bag made out of cloth, by his father. The man owned a small new age store where he sold bracelets and other trinkets that he made. People seemed to really like those things and no matter Casper’s opinion on the whole religious aspect of it, he liked them too. The way home was an eventless process with the occasional car passing by. Casper always did enjoy taking walks, though. They were refreshing to say the least and he could always escape into his own little world with every step he took. Upon reaching their apartment, Casper stepped into his room and dropped his bag on the bed. He hadn’t told his father of the sleeping issues, not yet. Should he, though? Things were going so well, he didn’t want to ruin it. Perhaps he could start seeing a therapist, they tended to help, didn’t they? Well, he knew one thing that was bothering him, his powers. What if he ever screwed up and NEST came to get him? He had enough control of his powers to never use it accidentally but you’d always hear about these perviously [i]‘normal’[/i] people who’d go nuts and start killing everyone. What if one day that would happen to Casper? Not likely, Casper could barely hurt a fly if he tried. Was it this that was bothering him? Maybe, but it was too general, too broad. This couldn’t be it. Hearing a key slide into the slot noted Kyle’s arrival. He could think about this later. Right now though, he didn’t want to spoil dinner.[/HIDER]