[u][b]PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016[/b][/u] [b]Student Name:[/b] [INDENT]Celso Olivero[/INDENT] [b]Gender:[/b] [INDENT]Male[/INDENT] [b]Nationality:[/b] [INDENT]Argentine[/INDENT] [b]Age:[/b] [INDENT]18[/INDENT] [b]D.O.B.:[/b] [INDENT]1 March 1997[/INDENT] [b][u]Appearance[/u][/b] [img]http://fotos.caras.uol.com.br/media/images/large/2014/08/16/img-625693-arthur-aguiar20140816121408202366.jpg[/img] [b]Hair Color:[/b] [INDENT]Black[/INDENT] [b]Eye Color:[/b] [INDENT]Brown[/INDENT] [b]Ethnicity:[/b] [INDENT]White[/INDENT] [b]Height:[/b] [INDENT]171cm[/INDENT] [b]Weight:[/b] [INDENT]70kg[/INDENT] [b][u]Powers & Abilities[/u][/b] [b]Power Name:[/b] [INDENT]I cannot think of a simple way to name it[/INDENT] [b]Power Description:[/b] [INDENT]I can change how well others perceive me (and perhaps other objects)[/INDENT] [b]Abilities:[/b] [INDENT]My ability affects the minds of others, so it's a little difficult to explain since I never experienced it myself. I only know what my friends and family tell me, so my explanation might not be entirely accurate. With my ability, I can change the minds of other people in how they perceive me. I can become completely imperceptible to a person, meaning that they will not be able to see me, hear me, smell me, touch me (well, I will feel it but they won't), taste me, or be able to register my presence or interaction with the world. If I apply my power enough, they even become unable to recall any memories concerning me. To them, it will be like I never existed until my power wears off. On the other hand, I can make people hyper aware of my presence. They can be looking away from me but know I'm there, in the same way you can normally "sense" other people around you. I draw attention to me. People's eyes are drawn to me and their senses in general are more responsive to anything I do. For instance if another person and me are speaking at the same time at the same volume to a third person, I could amplify my words in the third person's mind. They won't necessarily be perceived as louder, the person just pays attention to me more I guess. Those are the two extremes of my power, but I can work in between them. While most of the things I do with my power require direct concentration, I can passively make myself stand out more or less to small degrees to entire groups of people. If I don't want to be seen or bothered, people just pass over me. When I'm doing something impressive or just want to be noticed, I stand out more. Becoming actually imperceptible to one or more people or really forcing someone to look at me requires active concentration and focus. My power works on just one or multiple people at one time. Like you'd think, it's more difficult to affect multiple people, and it's easier to make myself more perceptible than less perceptible. My power mostly applies to me and anything small I touch like my clothes. My ability to hide my clothes with me makes me think I should be able to do the same for other people or objects, but I haven't been able to do it. [/INDENT] [b]Drawbacks & Weaknesses:[/b] [INDENT] I cannot read the mind of people I'm affecting so I have no way of really knowing that it's working. My ability doesn't affect machines such as cameras or microphones so they still record me. Any real use of my ability requires active concentration. It is almost impossible for me to become imperceptible to someone who was already focusing on me. I don't know if I'm capable of using my power on more than one person with different effects on each one. OOC Note: Psychics may be resistant, immune, or aware of the ability's use depending on their specific ability and proficiency with that ability, but Celso has no way of knowing that himself at this time. [/INDENT] [b][u]About You[/u][/b] [b]Family:[/b] [INDENT]- Father: Martin Olivero - Mother: Cecilia Olivero - Sister: Cecilia Olivero - Brother: Cesar Olivero[/INDENT] [b]Personal Statement:[/b] [INDENT] I have been aware of mutants all my life. My uncle Cesar was a mutant and an outspoken activist. He wasn't famous like Adrian Costa, but he was gaining some renown in the city until he passed. He wasn't killed or anything, it was heart disease. My father will tell you they did try to kill him though. My father and mother are also politically active, just not like he was. But that is common here. My older brother in particular has always been fascinated by mutants and equality for mutants. He loves studying mutants, and has spent a lot of time researching abilities and events and cases. He's going to school to become a lawyer, even with all the corruption. He really took after his namesake, except he's not the mutant. I tried to avoid a life full of concern for strangers like my parents. Like many teenagers, I wanted to distance myself from my family. Keeping informed, forming opinions. It all seemed like a chore. My concerns have always been swimming, football and River Plate, girls, and doing well in school to make a good life for myself. That was really it. I competed as a swimmer, among the best in Buenos Aires for butterfly stroke. Football I play for fun and am somewhat good. I was going to be an engineer like my father, but then a teacher showed to me the power of written words. Writing became another interest and passion. I thought why do engineering work when I could be a journalist or author? When I discovered my ability, it did not change anything. There was no reason to worry about how the world treated mutants. I could easily hide it. I have known about your academy for a while. My father had told me about a school that had closed down. I laughed at the idea of ever attending a place like this. I didn't need it. I discovered my ability a few months before my 16th birthday. My brother and sister were away, and my parents began to ignore me. No matter what I did, they would not respond. I spent one and one half hours trying to make them see me. When my sister returned, she surprised me from behind as I yelled at my father. In that moment, that I was surprised, my parents suddenly became very aware of me. I think I nearly gave my father a heart attack going from full imperceptibility to pushing myself fully onto his mind. I was afraid then, but now I love my ability. It's harmless, easy to hide, useful, and fun. When I want to be left alone, I'm left alone, and everybody pays close attention when I'm swimming or playing football. I don't accidentally disappear or make myself obvious as much these days. It still happens more than I like. Until a year ago I thought I could live my life without thinking about other mutants. They could be like the starving children of other countries. A sad detail in the world, but one I could pretend I was too busy to worry about. Cesar changed my mind. He planted an idea that I have not been able to let go. In his time researching he found many times when mutants were talked about unfairly. People like me who had their stories forgotten, or twisted, or who had no chance to even have them heard. He suggested to me that I could tell them. I realized how my ability and my writing could go together. I could tell a story no one else could, and help tell those of other people. I now see why PITY is a good place for me. I do not know anyone who is like me. The world refuses to understand us. I want to tell our story, but I cannot do that without living it and also knowing other people who are living it. [/INDENT] [HIDER=Sample post] Celso quickly glanced back over his shoulder, back at the park and the group playing soccer on the open field. He gave a quick wave goodbye. He and Cesar had spent the morning and better part of their Saturday afternoon at the park, involved in a few pickup games. The walk back to their home would take a while though and the sun had started to set earlier as winter approached. He and his siblings were going out to celebrate his last weekend before leaving and they were going to need a nap. His brother walked on his right, whistling a song that had been playing nonstop on the radio. Celso carried the bag containing their cleats and soccer ball slung about his shoulder. As the sun began to dip behind the tall buildings, it momentarily reflected off one of the puddles in the street left by the previous night's storm. "So Cecilia says you won't leave Monica alone." Celso turned to his brother, feigning a look of confusion. "What did she tell you?" "Something about Monica talking about you, always looking your direction. She doesn't think it's an accident." A grin spread across Celso's face. "Just like I told her, I'm not doing it. It must be my natural charm and good looks." His older brother merely rolled his eyes. "Sure. Just listen to me when I say to stay away from her friends." He smiled, "Or at least, make sure Ceci doesn't know." The two burst into laughter as they remembered the way their sister blew up years ago when she discovered her twin brother was dating her friend, and they'd somehow managed to hide it from her. "[i]Chamuyero,[/i]" Cesar chided playfully. "You better behave yourself while you're gone. Who knows if those American girls will put up with your shit." Celso could feel his brother's eyes on him as they walked. "Be careful," the older brother continued. "I'm thrilled for your opportunity. But some mutants can be dangerous. Their tantrums will have much worse consequences than yours." He laughed again. "I'm a little bit jealous. You're going to get to know so many special people in person. You'll learn so much." Celso merely nodded, not wanting to think about it. Despite what he'd written in his application, he still wasn't quite sure how to feel about this. Sure, it was going to be fun. But did he really want to just take this dive into a world like this? He didn't [i]need[/i] the help controlling his ability. Even after his accidents, few people even suspected him. Now here he was about to publicly label himself a mutant. Still, nothing said he had to stick to the plan of doing something. The Institute's stated purpose was to simply allow them to live normal lives anyway wasn't it? He had his doubts, considering the government's involvement. And yet even with those doubts, he couldn't deny his curiosity. He shrugged and looked forward. Ice cream sounded good. "Call up Ceci, see if she want meet us for some ice cream." [/HIDER]