[color=0072bc][[/color][color=ed1c24]Josive[/color][color=0072bc]][/color]
[color=ed1c24]Josive walked towards the center of the room, and took off his backpack. Opened up a pocket and pulled out his notepad, and a pencil, before standing back up. "[color=0072bc]Hello, my name's Josive. Spelled J.O.S.I.V.E, not J.O.S.E.P.H. Apparently my birth parents thought it would be funny to name me with a misspelling...[/color]" he started, hoping he wasn't boring anyone. He thought he was. He knew he was. Leera had made sure he knew of that last time he gave his speech... which was how they first met. "[color=0072bc]Ehem... anyway.... My powers allow me to draw things, and bring them to life. I don't have very good control over it, but I've caused powerful destruction because of it once...[/color]" he continued, leaving it open as if he had more to say, but he couldn't think of anymore.

He looked down at his notepad and quickly flipped to a page with a mostly drawn creature. He finished the sketch, adding in just a few lines to make the creature whole... then it started to appear before him. The creature first appeared sketchy, but details started to form, creating a full image, and personality. It was horrifying, big, black, and moving around in sharp bursts. "[color=0072bc]When I finish a drawing, it starts to come to life. It then fills in the blanks with what I think about, like the color, texture, and personality.[/color]" he said. The creature turned back towards him, flew down towards his legs, and started rubbing against him. "[color=0072bc]I happen to think of a cat when I see him.[/color]" Josive shrugged, knowing it looked nothing like one, then erasing a line in the notebook and dissipating the creature instantly.

"[color=0072bc]I can also draw scenarios, which happen shortly after I draw them... but, they don't always work. I'm best at drawing creatures, or tools, or food. Food tastes nasty by the way... I can't seem to ever get that straight.[/color]" he laughed a tiny bit to himself about the food part, but held himself up again and closed his notepad. He stood there for a few more seconds, then turned towards his backpack and threw it over his shoulders as he carried his pad and pencil away from the center of the room.[/color]