Ronan Carlisle
Age: 18
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Ronan is slightly above average height, with dark brown hair, and green eyes. He is fairly pale, and has a rather awkward, and aloof, resting expression. He is lean and cut. He tends to wear boring clothing, leaning towards jeans and a simple tee-shirt.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
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Personality: Ronan is incredibly shy and reserved due to traumatic experiences with his powers, and with mistrusting people. He is socially awkward and avoids all social situations like the plague. He is paranoid that someone is always after him and has great troubles trusting anyone. He doesn't trust anyone fully.
Ronan is also intensely insecure. As he doesn't have any friends, he does not have anyone to talk to about his insecurities and issues. Therefore, they are never resolved. He harbors severe anxiety, with depression being a growing problem. Underneath the exterior and many layers of antisocial tendencies and self-protection, Ronan is a rather odd, but interesting, person. He is very quirky, and enjoys ice cream, late night outings, and traveling.
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History: Ronan Carlisle was born into a nice, middle-class family. He was raised in a morally clean home, where he was loved by his parents and two siblings. He was the middle child, but never struggled with his position. He lived happily with his family, in Colorado. When Ronan was seven, his family moved to Denver. This was a much tougher environment than he had previously experienced, and he wasn't quite prepared for the type of people he would meet, even when those people were children. His first day of school in his new home went drastically wrong, ending up with Ronan in a classroom full of flowers. A kid in his class had decided it would just be the greatest idea ever to throw pencils at Ronan. He threw them for hours, always stopping when the teacher would turn around. Ronan was getting increasingly frustrated and embarrassed. On the way back from lunch, Ronan was hoping that maybe he would be able to escape during reading hour. He went to sit down on a beanbag in the corner, but found himself flat on the floor, with his newest enemy sitting in the chair, looking mighty pleased with his intervention. Ronan had taken enough, and his anxiety reached its peak. as the boy prepared to throw on more pencil at him, every pencil in the classroom was suddenly replaced with flowers. Flowers of various shades, shapes, and sizes were scattered about. The boy's eyes were bugged, practically out off his skull, staring at the flowers that newly appeared in his hand. Ronan ran from the room, his tear-streaked face layered with confusion and fear. He ran to a nearby supply closet, and waited until his mother showed up to leave. He was enrolled in a private school from that point onward.
At the private school, Ronan was able to keep to himself. It was a boarding school that operated with dormitories for students four days out of the week, and sent the students home for Friday and the weekend. He was able to do his school work, and read in his bed, keeping away from anyone that might seek to bully him. As much as he tried to deny it, he couldn't help but have a feeling that he had somehow made the event happen. Everyone had stared at him as if they had seen him do it. It frightened him, and kept him from opening up. He stayed in the private school until the age of fourteen, when he moved on to high school. He decided he believed he was ready for a public school again. He had gained a better sense of self in the recent years, and had gained experience in social situations. He had almost entirely forgotten about the incident in the classroom. On his first day, he went to his first period with a somewhat confident air hidden within himself. He took his seat and waited for class to start. He could see groups of friends mulling about, greeting one another familiarly. He told himself that he would let someone else approach him first, rather than trying to introduce himself. That was never his strong suit. He kept to himself as class started, and they had introductions. He had to do an introduction. Public display was his greatest fear. He sat through just a few people as it came to his turn. His heart was beating practically out of his chest at the thought, but he stood and walked to the front, facing a group of total strangers. He introduced himself as Ronan Carlisle, and raised a slightly shaky hand in a wave, unable to really tell anything about himself, given the circumstances. He saw the snickering faces of the major cliques as he walked back to his seat, and caught a glimpse of one rather rude-looking boy flashing him an open palm with a finger to the center. Great. He sat down and decided to keep to himself for the remainder of the first week, before trying to branch out. All was well until his third period. He fled his first period rapidly, giving nobody time to talk to him, and he survived second period with a head on his shoulders. When third period hit, he found those same boys sitting in the room, and they locked onto their newest target as he walked in the room. Great.
Ronan tried not to notice the eyes following him as he made his way to his seat. As he sat down, he felt a ball of paper hit the back of his head, and heard a burst of laughter from across the room. They were calling his "name". Dickwad; Asshat; Dipshit. He ignored them and tried to just sit down and wait for the bell to ring. He kept feeling spitballs and paper balls colliding with his head, but kept to himself and kept his emotions in check. When the teacher walked in, the boys didn't cease to cause a racket, and Ronan just kept his eyes forwards. The teacher was getting rather irate at the boys, but didn't do anything to stop them, and so by the end of class, when the boys were reaching the height of their fun, Ronan broke. One of the boys threw a book at Ronan's head, and Ronan's eyes snapped to the book in mid flight, before it suddenly twisted and morphed into a bat. Several people screamed as Ronan fell out of his chair in shock. The boys were yelling and running about the room, with the bat chasing them and dive-bombing them repeatedly. Ronan shook silently on the ground beside his desk, before his slight panic attack abated, and the bat transfigured back into a book while in mid flight, falling to the floor of the classroom. This was just like that incident all those years ago in the classroom, and brought back all of the negative feelings that Ronan had been feeling at the time of the original accident. Tears started streaming from his eyes as the windows shattered, and books were torn from the shelves, with papers beginning to fly amok throughout the room. Amidst the chaos, one of the bullies made his way over to Ronan, and knocked him unconscious with a vicious textbook smack to the head.
Ronan awoke in the school infirmary, dehydrated, and sporting a serious headache. He had no idea what all had happened, and only remembered the terrible feelings that had induced his panic. The nurse walked in, clearly frazzled at the situation, and attempted to question Ronan as to what means he had taken to set up such an elaborate prank, as that is obviously what this must have been. How could it be anything else? Ronan was suspended for a week following the event, with everyone seeing him as the clear spawn of the disastrous "prank". Ronan never returned to that school. He had made the realization that the strange things that had happened in the classroom, both times, had been caused by himself. As much as he would like to deny it, he knew this was the case. He kept it a secret from everyone. He made up methods of how he created the prank, in order to tell his obviously irate parents. He lived a lie, and did his best to keep his emotions under lock and key, so as to avoid any more "incidents". He withdrew and was given private tutors for his education, preferring to stay hauled up in his house, so as to avoid any social interactions. He began receiving therapy, but closed himself off to everyone, including his parents and siblings. When he graduated high school at the age of eighteen, Ronan decided to put off school for a year, and instead go traveling the world, never knowing the insane things that would become his world.
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Mutation: Ronan's mutation allows him to harness a unique magical force that has yet to be named. Unlike many magicians in the world, he innately contains a magical force within himself, separate from the magical energies of the universe itself. He harnesses that energy from within his own being, as well as the energies outside himself, in order to create fantastical displays of power and supernatural ability. The most major abilities at this point include complete/incomplete, temporary transfiguration, telekinesis, astral projection, and illusion projection. This means that he can transfigure any matter into something different, manipulate objects with telekinesis, project his spirit freely throughout the dimension, and potentially other dimensions, and create illusions of varying degrees. It is likely that other abilities will manifest, but at his core, his magic is inclined towards transfiguration. At this time, he is completely unable to control his powers, and they act only as an automatic defense mechanism for his anxious or panicked mind. While there is no set amount of energy that he can contain, he does get physically and mentally exhausted from usage of these powers, though he doesn't realize it yet. His ability will grow every time he uses these abilities, though slowly in general. His capabilities with transfiguration will be limited to his imagination and power level. For instance, if he were extremely powerful, but unable to imagine more detail in a mouse than fur and skin, transfiguring a computer mouse into a real mouse would not render the mouse alive, a he would only be able to imagine an inanimate figure with fur and skin. His powers will rely on both wish and belief.
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Other: Pineapples have a universal price of three United States dollars.
