I think I could work on it a bit more, but it should work for now. [hider=Glenn Strivelyn] [center][h1][color=Darkred]Glenn Strivelyn[/color][/h1] [img]https://dfep0xlbws1ys.cloudfront.net/thumbs5e/9f/5e9f4abfab063643aeb6a6672833a878@2x.jpg?response-cache-control=max-age=2628000[/img] (So I know the picture is an android... Just pretend he isn't?) [hr] [hr] Name: Glenn Strivelyn Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: As image. Usually has paint/clay stains all over him. Beat Heard As:[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgJzRkRly5Q]Sludge Metal[/url]/[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgJzRkRly5Q]Alt-Rock[/url]/[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=of_BPHHHY1w]Whatever this is[/url] Beathearer Type: Beatsmith. [hr] [hr] [color=darkred]Personality:[/color] Usually rather laid-back, but has anger issues. Most of the stuff he does he does on an impulse, but will commit to doing those things. Has a nigh unmatched passion for the things he cares about, and is strangely open to new ideas. [color=darkred]History: [/color] [hider]Born and raised by a fairly well off, but manipulative family. He never wanted for much, except his own freedom. Due to this, he cultivated a rage inside of him as a teenager, which he channeled into his studies. As he left school he had no direction, so he enrolled in the only university that would take him, and picked a course at random. That course was in sculpture, and while he was skeptical at first it provided him with everything he wanted: A creative outlet, consistent medium, and a way to calm down. After he got his masters in Visual Arts, specifically sculpture, he was lost again. In between sculpting projects, he got a job as a drug mule, which paid well but caused him quite a lot of stress. This was until he started hearing it. The Beat. It manifested as highly aggressive and distorted music, constantly rolling over in his head. He had heard of others gaining special powers from it, but he didn't seem to get anything. Well, until recently, that is. It started while he was sculpting. Little visible noises dancing around. Each emitted their own sounds, usually broadcasting the Beat he was hearing to his small room. They took very inconsistent forms at first, as they followed Glenn's beat. It took him a while, but he eventually cultivated the ability to zero in on a certain Beat. This developed a somewhat more physical and consistent construct, which he could somewhat control. He has far from perfected this, though. He often breaks concentration, or loses control of his construct, causing it to violently seize into a space of distortion. [/hider] [color=darkred]Employment: [/color] Um... he's working on that. Currently just inconsistent drug-dealing. He makes very odd sculptures which don't have much of a mainstream appeal, but some are willing to pay money for them. [color=darkred]Accommodations:[/color] Shitty little studio apartment near a pub and a garden. The apartment has three rooms: A kitchen, a bedroom, and a toilet/shower room. It doesn't have a bath, so bathroom just doesn't feel right to him. Rent of $263 a week. [color=darkred]Transport:[/color] Public or legs. Eventually he may be able to create controllable platforms of Sound to ride on, but he's far from there yet. [color=darkred]Anything Else:[/color] [hider=Sound Constructs] The What: Sound Constructs are objects made of solid sound. Ever experience a wall of sound? Like that, but wayyy more intense. Intense enough to essentially be solid. They usually have a specific sound playing around them. This is their signature. They have the appearance of coloured static. The How: He attempts to zero in on a certain tempo, melody, bassline, etc of the Beat. Different focuses, he calls them signatures, have different effects. The Limitations: It always must be a solid. No gasses, liquids, or plasmas, (except, of course, [i]BFlat[/i] vodka). It cannot be too complicated, or have too many parts. Generally speaking, up to 3 moving parts if he's feeling particularly focused. The constructs cannot currently go further than 6-8 meters away from him, and can have a volume of up to 10-12 liters (at the moment...). At the moment, he's very limited by his inexperience. He only knows a few signatures, and making up new ones on the fly is very much guesswork.[/hider] [hider=Known Signatures] [list] [*]Orb: Simply that. An orb, nothing more. He can control it. [*]Razor: A shaving razor. He learned this one to save on buying razors. [*]Mouldable Shape: A somewhat clay-like signature. He can control the shape of it through direct contact, but it cannot go further away than 1 meter, and it cannot move unless he moves it. [/list] [/hider] [color=darkred]Interests:[/color] Creation, Destruction, Punk Music, Chemistry, Wine (although he can't afford it), and The Arts [color=darkred]Outlook/philosophy:[/color] A huge cynic. He has very few fucks to give. Especially if someone is overly optimistic or faithful. This doesn't stop him enjoying what he enjoys or hanging around the people he hands around, though. He believes that life is for the living. His pessimistic attitude is a result of many disappointments, and is mainly there so that he's either right or pleasantly surprised. He's a strong misanthropist, and believes that the solution to all problems is to eradicate humans. His reasoning for this is that humans are the ones that define what a problem is. There are no problems if there is nothing to define what a problem is. He also believes this because he has seen civilisation as a massive failure. There were many chances to rise above, or truly become better, but we fucked it all up. As we get richer we get more stuff, more respect, and more advanced. We also just get more hopeless, more lonely, more hedonistic. [/center] [/hider]