[hider=Sanjay Tamboli] [h3][u][b]Basic Information[/b][/u][/h3] [hr] [img]http://img.poptower.com/pic-79300/sunkrish-bala.jpg?d=1024[/img] [hr] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] [indent]Sanjay Tamboli (Goes by Jay.)[/indent] [b]Age:[/b] [indent]18[/indent] [b]Gender:[/b] [indent]Male[/indent] [b]Appearance:[/b] [indent] The fashion gods didn’t exactly smile on Sanjay. His sense of style leaves a lot to be desired. Nine times out of ten, he’s in a short sleeved button-up. Striped, more often than not. And blue jeans. Check his closet and it just consists of variations on that outfit. But whatever. There’s certainly more to a man than his clothing, yeah? Like many Americans, Jay could stand to lose a few pounds. At six foot two, though, he carries his weight pretty well. He rocks the Dad Bod, and it’s working well enough for him. Well enough for him to not stress over not making it to the gym as often as he could, and when he has that extra slice of cake or one or two more beers than he should, he doesn’t get slapped by the guilt fairy. It’s a nice life, really. Sanjay Tamboli is a third-generation immigrant, with his grandparents on both sides originating from Mumbai, India. His skin and features are a testament of that. Brown, fairly blemish free skin and black hair. Hot dog. He uh...he’s also a rather hairy man. While he keeps his hair relatively short (usually in a fauxhawk, much to everyone’s disgust. Please kill the fauxhawk. Please.), and his beard is trim and beautifully shaped, his body hair runs rampant. It’s nice and thick, keeping him warm and toasty during winter. Okay, yes, he still has to wear warm clothing in winter, but it does make for a decent pillow for whoever happens to be sharing his bed. Dark brown eyes, thick bushy brows partially connected in the middle, and a large nose are his other defining characteristics. Though, to be fair, he’s not exactly one to blend into a crowd in whitebread Salem, Oregon.[/indent] [b]Skills/Talents:[/b] [indent]Jay, like the other members of Daffodildo, is really into music. Inspired by the likes of Page, Van Halen, Clapton, and mothafuckin’ Hendrix, Jay picked up the six strings and never looked back, calluses be damned. Where Gabe’s more of the rhythm guitarist, Jay rips the sick solos as lead...or so he thinks. But hey, as long as he’s having fun, it’s all good. He’s not all riffs and licks though. Cars, man. He’s pretty passionate about ‘em. Chances are, if he’s not trying to make his fingers bleed on the fretboard, he’s in the family garage working on the old ‘72 Pontiac GTO. Papa and he have been working on it the last couple years. Sure, they could probably dedicate a couple months and whip it out quick, but where’s the fun in that? Papa’s getting on in his years, but Jay knows his way around an engine block, and isn’t a stranger to the toolbox. Jay’s also the only member of Daffodildo that can cook worth a damn. Sure, Biggs can bake, but that shit ain’t something on which a man can sustain himself. Jay’s the one that can make a belly smile. He knows quite a few recipes, gathered from the internet, various cookbooks, and his mother’s own traditional Indian cooking. If you like things spicy, Jay’s your boy. And if not, grow a pair, man up, and eat your damn food.[/indent] [b]Brief Backstory:[/b] [indent]Jay comes from a fairly large family. Aunts and uncles, and cousins as far as the eye can see. And his own parents weren’t slouches either on the breeding front. Sanjay has several brothers and sisters, but he and his little sister Arya were the last ones. They’re also the closest in age, what with the next youngest having six years on Jay. But they could afford it, no problem. Papa and mummy were both accomplished surgeons. So money was uh...never an issue. Jay had a pretty nice childhood. He went to a fairly upscale school, was surrounded by friends, and was pretty decent at sports. Hell, there were kids that would give their kidneys to have even a fraction of what he did. But Jay wasn’t really happy. Call it ungrateful, call it pathetic, he’s heard it all. Depressed, they said. No idea why, they said. Take these pills, they said. You’ll be better, they said. Well, they helped. A little. Not much. If they’d have just opened their ears, they’d know what the issue was. Quite frankly, Jay missed his parents. Given their careers, they were both away fairly often. Their schedules were wild, too. So Jay and Arya spent most of their time with a nanny. At least until they hit puberty, that is. Music really pulled Jay from his slump. He fell in love with the guitar and quickly got his own. He poured his heart and soul into it. And he got pretty decent at it. He stopped taking his stupid zombie pills and never felt better. He had found the perfect treatment: rather than keeping everything bottled up and letting it fester and poison him with its vicious bile, he just let it all out, channeling it into chords. It was angsty as fuck, man. Some time after that, Sanjay found himself sinking back into his slump. He had friends that were using DRUGS and talked about it like it was the coolest shit in the world. He had taken drugs before, the little happy pills, and all it did was kill his motivation. They swore this was different. They offered him a taste, don’t worry about paying, first taste’s free. It was orgasmic. Literally and figuratively...awkward moment, that. But from that day forward, Jay found his DRUG of choice: cocaine. It was what all the rock stars did, so hell, why not? It was even giving him some inspiration again, and he dove back into playing. At some point around this time, Sanjay met a couple of likeminded individuals. Jude Biggs, Derek Hughes, and Gabe Maloney. They were a bunch of punks, talking real big while not being shit, but they were pretty alright. More than that, they were fellow rockers. The four of them got together and formed a band. Daffodildo. Derek’s idea, that. Bonding over their mutual love of cocaine and the last century’s rock music, they grew close. Shortly after they formed, their quartet grew a bit bigger, with the addition of Meghan Glover and her sister Ollie. They were alright. The band usually hung out at Meg’s house. She had a nice garage and her neighbors weren’t as likely to call the cops if they heard “devil music” being played next door. All was great. Then Derek died. Shit kind of hit the fan after that. Jay blamed his friend’s death on Gabe, who he had recently found out had been fooling around with his sister Arya. Not cool, bro. Not cool at all. She was a fucking angel and he was some useless junkee. And now he had pushed one of Jay’s best friends into an early grave. Of course, he had no proof of that, but it was a gut feeling. And Jay trusted his gut. The band eventually decided to hold an intervention for Gabe. Well...everyone except for Jay. He thought they’d be better without the fucker, but he was outvoted. So he went along with it. Bad decision. NEST raided Meg’s garage that day, rounding up the lot of them. They were metahumans after all. Even Sanjay. He wasn’t registered, mind you. But that was because his powers had only recently manifested earlier that year. Allow me to explain? Jay had gotten involved with some guys that uh...kind of, sort of, broke into people’s homes and took their shit. Burglary. Yeah, the son of two successful, [i]extraordinarily wealthy[/i] surgeons, was stealing. But understand, it wasn’t a matter of cash to Jay. Hell, he couldn’t care less about that. It was more of...well, something to do. One can only spend so much time rocking out or tinkering on an old classic before he lost his mind. So Jay got a job at a nearby convenience store, and please, save the stereotypical Indian jokes. It was the only place hiring that would both work around his school schedule, not involved too much manual labor, and not send him home smelling like french fries...Anyway, a couple of coworkers were into some...well, shady shit. But they were fun. So Jay joined in. Hence the home invasion schtick. It was whatever. Jay never had to hurt anybody, and most people they robbed were pretty well off, so he didn’t see too much wrong with it. It was during one of these invasions when Jay learned that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t your average dude. The guys were casing this real spiffy looking place, but there was a problem: the owner was smart. All the entrances locked, no spare key in an obvious spot, and a sign out front warning of ADT security. Now, Sanjay’s not much of a gambling man, but his gut was telling him there wasn’t an actual system in the house. His associates weren’t so bold. He couldn’t convince them to bust a window. Honestly, they seemed out of luck. They spread out for one last look. Sanjay ended up near the end of the home, and just peered into a window. There was a sick looking guitar in the guy’s bedroom. A Taylor that looked like it was cared for pretty regularly. But...it didn’t seem as if it had been played much. It looked as if the owned just bought it and set it up as prop in his room. Just a tool to impress some chick into getting into bed with him, if he had to guess. He wanted it. He wanted it. And next thing he knew… He was holding it. Inside the room. It had happened so quickly. One moment he was on the outside looking in, the next he was standing in the swanky bedroom. It just...happened. Jay felt as if he was being jerked forward and...boom. Confused, he stumbled through the house, guitar in tow. He looked thoroughly, but as he had guessed, there was no alarm system. He unlocked the front door and let his buddies in. They made out with just about everything in the house, but Jay’s buddies never really spoke to him after that. Not a big fan of meta-humans, those. So back to the NEST raid, when the officials were running everyone through the system, Jay’s name hit a match. Apparently one of his former associates got his dumbass busted on a botched break-in. And wouldn’t you know it, he gave up Jay’s name as a renegade meta-human. Just out of spite, it seemed. Well...Biggs could relate. He was given the option, get a roomie named Big Bubba who didn’t respect boundaries, or board a bus and go hang out with a bunch of snot-nosed kids at a summer camp. … What do you think he picked? [/indent] [h3][u][b]Power Information[/b][/u][/h3] [INDENT]Other[/INDENT] [b]Power:[/b] [indent][i]Teleportation[/i] Sanjay’s an interesting case. Despite only fairly recently coming into his power, he’s gotten rather used to it in that short time. That ability is, obviously, teleportation. Nearly instantly, Sanjay can cross considerable distances. He is able to do this rapidly if the distance he’s moving is short enough (a few feet), but he seems to be able to go to any spot that is within his line of sight, provided there’s nothing in his targeted landing point. When teleporting, Sanjay can bring his body (obviously), whatever he happens to be wearing, and about the amount of extra mass that would consist of a packed briefcase. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of charge up time to this. Liberal use seems to be just fine. [/indent] [b]Limits:[/b] [indent]As one can infer from above, Sanjay can only travel as far as he can clearly see. And his landing point must be clear and specific. This means that just because Sanjay can see a mile or two off into the distance, if he can’t make out an actual L.Z., then he’s shit out of luck. So smoke, rain, or even a blizzard could effectively render him useless. Break the eyes, break the man. He also cannot teleport others with him. Sorry to anybody that was hoping to use him as the world’s quickest taxi-service. Wait a couple years and try again. He can take small things though, so give him your wallet. Teleporting is unexpectedly tiring, too. A few factors play into how much energy is being used. But most notably would be distance, frequency, and amount of mass being transported. Want to warp around a room like a superpowered crack monkey? Knock yourself out. Want to make very few long distance jumps? Groovy. Want to warp around long distance like a superpowered crack monkey? You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’ son. It can simply eat through his energy like nobody’s business if he’s not careful. Momentum also plays a key role here. Just because he decides to jump, doesn’t mean he’s getting away with falling off a cliff. Typically whatever direction he’s moving when he ports, that’s the direction he’ll still be moving in when he reappears. [/indent] [b]Weaknesses/Drawbacks:[/b] [indent] It’s not just his energy that teleporting can eat through. Rapid jumps can begin attacking his body as well. The more he ports, the more unstable his body becomes. While it can be useful, if he keeps it up, Jay might not reappear with all of his parts whole. It’s hard to tell what will be affected by the instability, at least until it happens. Enjoy your Russian Roulette, boy. Jay also cannot stop a jump after he’s started. So if something happens to quickly pop up there before he does...well, R.I.P. Why? Technically Jay CAN teleport into an object. It would be suicide, but he can do it. What’s going to happen though, is whatever bit of his that ends up inside the object is going to be completely crushed beyond recognition. He might get away with an arm or leg, I mean, it’s not going to kill him to lose a limb, but it wouldn’t be pleasant if his head or chest ends up in there. But hey, if he ever wanted a quick and insanely painful end, he’s got an out. [/indent] [h3][u][b]Relationships[/b][/u][/h3] [b]Family:[/b] [INDENT] Father: Sandeep Tamboli Mother: Meera Tamboli Sister: Avani Brother: Vikram Tamboli Sister: Vena Tamboli Sister: Arya Tamboli [/INDENT] [b]Dynamics:[/b] [indent] [b]Meghan Glover[/b] | [b] ... [/b] | [b][Bandmate/Friend[/b] | [i]“Listen, whatever she says about me? Complete bullshit. She’s just mad because I broke her heart. But hey, it’s not my fault. I’m a fuckin’ stud. Gotta, y’know, run the fields. Sow my oats and all that.”[/i] | [b]Jude Biggs[/b] | [b] Good [/b] | [b]Bandmate/Best Friend[/b] | [i]“Man, we’ve been running together since way back, y’know? Biggs is the best man I’ve ever met. Hell, he’s more of a brother to me than my own brothers. But...man, he needs to give up on Gabe. Dude’s just gonna drag him down.”[/i] | [b]Gabriel Maloney[/b] | [b] Bad...ish [/b] | [b]Bandmate/Friend...ish.[/b] | [i]“Listen, I liked Gabe as much as the next guy. He used to be pretty cool. But that heroin shit he’s on? It’s not cool. It’s fucking changed him. He ain’t the same guy. And fuck me, I guess, for being the only one with the balls to actually say it. I mean, he’s lying now, I’m pretty sure he’s stealing from everyone, and I mean...c’mon man...with Arya? She’s my baby sister, bro. You don’t fucking do that. And Derek...if it wasn’t for that slimy piece of shit, Derek might still be...ugh. I gotta go, otherwise I’m going to go beat his fucking face in.”[/i] | [b]Jordan Adkins[/b] | [b] Good [/b] | [b]Bandmate/Friend[/b] | [i]“Ollie’s alright. I ain’t got any problems with her. Well...she does this thing where if we’re watching a movie that she’s seen, she’ll recite the fucking lines as they’re said. First couple times was impressive, don’t get me wrong, but that shit gets old after awhile. But I mean, other than that, she’s alright in my books.”[/i]|[/indent] [h3][u][b]Other[/b][/u][/h3] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJyQpAiMXkg[/youtube] [/hider]