[u][b]PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016[/b][/u]

[b]Student Name:[/b]
[INDENT]Mako Reed[/INDENT]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[INDENT]Male[/INDENT]
[b]Nationality:[/b]
[INDENT]British[/INDENT]
[b]Age:[/b]
[INDENT]19[/INDENT]
[b]D.O.B.:[/b]
[INDENT]5/5/1996[/INDENT]

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/v7TjFdN.png[/img]

[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Blonde[/INDENT] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Blue[/INDENT] 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b]
[INDENT]Caucasian[/INDENT] 
[b]Height:[/b]
[INDENT]5"11[/INDENT]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[INDENT]178lbs[/INDENT]

[b][u]Powers & Abilities[/u][/b]

[b]Power Name:[/b]
[INDENT]Telekinesis[/INDENT] 
[b]Power Description:[/b]
[INDENT]I can move things with my mind.[/INDENT] 
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[INDENT]When I concentrate, I can move, bend, twist, throw, push, pull and squeeze things with my mind. I practice a lot on cigarettes, cans, pens, tennis balls, any small, light thing. When I am using my ability, my eyes will glow bright blue and begin to release some sort of cyan steam or smoke, which causes me no harm. Anything I am using my abilities on will also begin to glow a faint blue.[/INDENT] 
[b]Drawbacks & Weaknesses:[/b]
[INDENT]After long sessions, I get really bad headaches and nausea, and I usually have nightmares if I use it heavily before bed. It can also be very physically draining. If i've used it a lot that day, my eyes might look a bit red and sore.
In terms of how 'competent' I am at using my ability, the only things I can move in a controlled manner are usually no bigger than a computer. So I could potentially use a pencil as a weapon 'cause I can 'fire' it, 'cause it's small and light. I could throw, say, a printer, but it would be slow and sluggish and not go very far. I've never done any of these things. I have lifted a grown human being before, and have also pushed a car, but both of these occasions were accidental. I moved the car when I was around 17, because I got stood up on a date, and I just really wanted to fling her car into the sky, but I knew I couldn't. But I was really mad, and I managed to just give it a budge and it jumped a few feet backwards. I was just as surprised as the little kid watching me on his scooter.
As for the person, I was in a boxing match, he wasn't harmed, and I honestly have no idea how I did it. I think it has something to do with my pulse or blood pressure, because in both instances my heart rate will have been sky high.[/INDENT]  

[b][u]About You[/u][/b] 

[b]Family:[/b]
[INDENT]Mother: Kim Reed
Father: Riley Reed[/INDENT]
[b]Personal Statement:[/b]
[INDENT]I was born in London, but moved up North to Sheffield when I was 3. I was a pretty average kid. Not academic, but very creative. No surprise, because my Dad was an artist, but also an alcoholic. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't by any means [i]good[/i], but I think his art was so boring that it made me want to make exciting, interesting art. Stuff I was into, like comics and stuff. My mother was a caretaker.
The next part of my life I think as a defining part of my story is my introduction to martial arts. I began studying karate at age 10, then went on to study Muay Thai boxing at 14, which is also when i began competing. Personally, I think if it weren't for my love for martial arts distracting me, I would have developed my abilities sooner. 
I first began to experience my mutation at 16, but my parents often recalled strange moments that suggested I had an ability around my early teens. The first thing I did was show my friends after i started pinning a stick around in my hands, but without touching it, if you see. They thought it was cool, told their parents, and they didn't muck around with me after that. I lost a lot of mates because of it.
School didn't really know. Well, I mean, they [i]did[/i], but just like everyone else they just kind of... ignored it. Pretended it wasn't there. I didn't really mind because i tried to spend as little time in that building as possible, and my grades weren't the best, not even in my art class. I just wasn't motivated. I just wanted to train.
Around 17, after balancing my time neatly between martial arts and 'freak practice', as I called it at the time, I started having strange outbursts where I couldn't control my telekinesis. Nothing dangerous, but I would only need to [i]think[/i] about something at times and whatever it was would just fling into the hair, or break into pieces, or whatever. There was one time when i was hitting the bag. I was tired, fed up, I think I'd had a really bad day, and I just think about smashing the shit out of this bag. All of a sudden, it breaks off the chain and slams straight into this little kid. He didn't really come back after that.
But I make light of what was ultimately a very serious moment. The way i saw it was that my mutation... mutated more? Became stronger, like a muscle. I was having freak practice pretty frequently towards the end of my 2011, so surely that will have made the ability stronger? That's what I figured anyway, and I didn't really know who to ask for help at that time. I was just trying to keep it under control with more practicing.
But then, on April 12th 2014, I was competing. The first fight I'd had in ages. I was pumped, i was having fun, I was buzzing. The final fight came up, I'd made it that far. i was super determined, the first time I'd been really joyful in a while. But sudddenly, I go in for a flurry and after the third punch - that's how well I remember it - the guy just goes flying up in the air, glowing blue. And he's just up there, levitating, looking down at me looking up at him. He looked really terrified, and as I looked around I could see people noticing my eyes and whatnot. Suddenly, my trainer come up and gives me the biggest slap he's ever given me. The guy drops, twists his ankle when he lands, I get banned from competing in the sport ever again. It was in the paper, you'll have read it. And no, it wasn't intentional.
Then, after that, I had a real down period for a few months until my trainer actually showed me your place. So, yeah, I'd like to join. Not because I feel like I need to be 'contained' or anything like that. I just want to know what it feels like to be classed as weird if you [i]don't[/i] do something extraordinary on a regular basis.[/INDENT]

[HIDER=Sample post]These moments before the actual fight were always the hardest. That's what loads of people said anyway. But for me, it's just a time to relax. To find comfort in the complete lack of control you have in this situation. You're gonna fight, you can't [i]not[/i] now, it's gonna happen whether you're ready or not. Some boxers, you know, they'll jump up and down on the spot like fucking kangaroos, punching air that doesn't punch back. Others, they go all quiet, staring into space preparing themselves for the oncoming shit storm that's gonna smack 'em square in the face any minute now. My coach, Nix, he always used to tell me to breathe. Just [i]breathe[/i]. Think of nothing else, and just take in just that little bit more chi energy with every breath.
What bullshit. You don't have to do any of that before the fight. All you need to do is kick back, relax, and sit there with a big fucking grin on your face. Then when your coach tells you it's time to rock, you walk out with a big grin on your face then, too. And before you get in the ring, you keep grinning at everyone in the audience, at your coach, at any friends our family you have in the audience. You just keep grinning. 
Then, when you get in the ring, and that big ugly bastard you're about to trade numbers with waddles up to you with the rage of a thousand damned souls behind his eyes, you stop smiling. 'Cause now, you're not [i]before[/i] the fight anymore. You no longer lack control, and therefore, you have to concentrate real hard on not getting the shit kicked out of you. In fact, now you have complete control, 'cause you know that when he steps over there, you'll get in with that hook, or when he throws that jab you can roll and get his ribs, whatever. 'Cause you [i]know[/i] you've got control over the situation.
That's the scary part for me. 'Cause, when I'm in control, if I mess up, that's it. It's my fault, no one else's. But here, in this shitty little changing room, where I can hear the angry dads in the audience yelling, and Nix is trying to teach me how to inhale oxygen, I can relax, knowing that i don't have to worry about anything, 'cause I can't fail in here.

That's how I see it, anyway.[/HIDER]