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[i][colour=Plum]"I AM A GOLDEN GOD!"[/colour][/i]
[h3][colour=Plum][ [b]22[/b]     |     [b]5’11”[/b]     |     [b]Irish-American[/b]     |     [b]He/Him[/b]     |     [b]150lbs[/b] ][/colour][/h3]
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[i][colour=Plum]"Over a hundred pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal."[/colour][/i]

[indent][indent]Terry’s dress sense appears sloppy and quickly thrown together, which is intentional so, it nonetheless helps him stick out as desired. Often he wears the same pair of grey ripped and torn jeans along with a faded white or black t-shirt under a usually more garishly coloured over shirt. The “ensemble” complete with obligatory punk wristbands on one arm and a pair of… well-worn boots.

Physically Terry doesn’t quite embody the punk or grunge outfits he dresses in, having unstyled but fairly soft flowing hair and an overly gaunt frame, dark rings under his eyes and often slouching despite his tall frame. He is something of a walking contradiction, appearing more like a pretty boy than a rockstar.

Terry's sigil lies on the back of his right hand and depicts the sharp patterns of [url=https://previews.123rf.com/images/simmmax/simmmax1508/simmmax150800034/43248895-vector-sound-waves-background.jpg]vector sound waves[/url] reaching across and down to his palm.[/indent][/indent]

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[i][colour=Plum]"What, you writing an autobiography?"[/colour][/i]

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[b][colour=Plum]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/colour][/b] Araminta in the rearview mirror in the short term. In the long term it is to be a musical success. Personally it is recognition and respect.

[b][colour=Plum]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/colour][/b] Everything and everyone is a conformist phony. The only type of people that are “real” are Terry and people like Terry. No that’s not conformity narc, nice try!

[b][colour=Plum]SECRETS  ⫻[/colour][/b] Terry has something of a drug problem, that much is known by his friends at least but it is beginning to spiral to a dangerous point due to Terry’s need for it as a creative outlet. Having feelings of depression and imposter’s syndrome causing him to doubt his own sober ideas.

[b][colour=Plum]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/colour][/b] Any hole’s a goal.

[b][colour=Plum]FEARS  ⫻[/colour][/b] Not being a success, in the vein that it will invalidate all his life’s pain and passion. On a much, much smaller scale he despises the thought of being seen as a sell-out because of this.

[b][colour=Plum]REPUTATION  ⫻[/colour][/b] Growing up, Terry was a fairly prolific delinquent, something the older residents of Araminta have never forgotten. Though he doesn’t really engage in acts of vandalism anymore, his look, the company he keeps and his profession as a musician hasn’t earned him very many friends in the “phony” side of Araminta. Conversely he is cordial, even friendly, with the more artsy and of course underground residents.

[b][colour=Plum]QUIRKS  ⫻[/colour][/b] Terry is of the opinion that people who have a “quirky” little “them” thing are making concentrated efforts to make up for how bland and vanilla they really are. That said he likes keeping a cigarette tucked behind his ear.

[b][colour=Plum]FLAWS  ⫻[/colour][/b] It’s never enough. Terry pushes himself to insane levels in creating almost a persona like presence in order to further his music and message, truthfully he is eating away at himself unable to relax without ‘recreational’ aid which privately makes him wonder if he’ll ever be able to genuinely reach any sort of normal end.

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[i][colour=Plum]"If you don't do anything with the misfortune you're dealt, that's all it remains."[/colour][/i]

[indent][indent]Terry was born an Araminta boy, to a strict Irish-Catholic father and a demure, quiet mother. As such, physical and emotional attention was not his family’s strong suit. He would come to discover that, aside from church going, neither was most things, as his family skirted the poverty line just hanging on to lower middle class as long as possible. Until, Terry’s father unexpectedly had a heart attack at his work place, at the time due to a lack of any meaningful connection in their life, the younger Terry found it hard to feel all that sad about his passing, until it became apparent his father’s income was the only thing keeping the family afloat. His mother, quiet and deferential to her cold and domineering husband after years of marriage, immediately withdrew into herself as the family’s new income became welfare checks and the kindness of strangers. Their home shrunk, their admittedly already shaky relationship became nonexistent and Terry seemed to be reminded at every turn of his place in the new “pecking order”.

Jaded, bitter and envious of the world and his peers. Terry’s relatively average grades took a nosedive and his mother having to unfortunately be a fucking parent and pick him up from the police station became a new bonding activity. She would scream at him for eating into their minuscule funds to bail him out and he would scream back that if she didn’t rely on the state to keep afloat their funds wouldn’t be minuscule. Nothing would be solved and Terry would go back to his after-school activities the next day. He ended up falling in with a crowd who shared his anger at the “system” for their lot in life and Terry suddenly got caught less at the very least, becoming a bully to certain other students and unsurprisingly ending his school life filling in few college applications and hearing back from none of them.

It was around this time school was winding down that Terry began getting interested in music, while his grades remained poor his music teacher did note he seemed considerably more attentive and even enthusiastic when in the subject. Naturally things like the punk and grunge movements appealed to him instantly, but he even found himself connecting heavily to the works of Bob Dylan and the beat generation. Suddenly striking out against The Man didn’t just have to be sarcastic spray painted messages and wanton violence, though it took him some time to stop finding those things fun. It could also be a public event, a call to action and an expression of the hardships faced by people like Terry. Throwing himself headfirst into this new direction he’d suddenly found, Terry began his work as a musician.

He played often at coffee shops and bars before eventually graduating to semi-regular at the more underground and thrown together venues, working as either part of a group or on his own and developing new lyrics and melodies almost daily. It was only until he turned twenty that things started to change, Terry was gaining notoriety and more importantly money. His mother wasn’t having to deal with his run-ins with the law and so had no reason to deal with him. He was, in some ways, taking the first steps of a more mature, if pretty pretentious, adult. But pressure began clouding his mind, he knew he had something big to tell the world but he started doubting if he even knew what that was. His experimentation with narcotics and alcohol has gone further and he has even began developing some secret anxiety and impostor's syndrome that he wouldn’t dare allow to seep out in front of his new friends and blossoming fan-base. He refuses to be his parents and become subservient to or dependant on The Man.

It was only when during his ritual in the venue’s bathroom of staring in the mirror trying not to throw up before a show did the stress of it all come crashing down and his awakening triggered. In anger he threw his arm out and a force propelled from his finger tips, shattering the mirror. Terry, suddenly quiet, threw away the joint he’d gotten halfway through and took the night off. Over the past few weeks he has been experimenting with… Whatever the fuck has happened to him. Going to the woods and finding he can perfectly replicate the bird’s calls back to them and bounce sounds around the trees.

Yet, as fantastic as this ability is and how little Terry understands of it. He can’t seem to stop himself from lapsing back into his fears in the real world. When throwing the sounds of the world around with just his fingers he feels like a kid again in some respects, hell it reminds him of when he first started playing music, but it hasn’t changed anything in Terry’s life. If anything he struggles more to put down his fears and insecurities into his music and feel like his pain and suffering in life has finally been given meaning.

Terry has been so wrapped up in his own implosion that when returning home from the woods one evening, he finally realized just how strange things had gotten in his boring little suburbs when he wasn’t paying attention. A masked killer, new and strange looking residents and some new looking tattoos showing up on people Terry hadn’t given any mind to before. Maybe, if the harsh realities of Araminta eroded and took away Terry’s inspiration, the current happenings in it can give it back.[/indent][/indent]

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[i][colour=Plum]"I am a man of many mysteries."[/colour][/i]

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[b][colour=Plum]Musician  ⫻[/colour][/b] The most obvious skill Terry possesses is that he is, technically speaking, a very skilled guitarist and vocalist. Though he prefers and more often than not plays post-punk and grunge songs he can also dabble in more slower paced and even folksy songs, a genre he decided to dabble in given Araminta being a small city and its history.

[b][colour=Plum]Delinquent  ⫻[/colour][/b] While hardly a career criminal, Terry has picked up a few useful tricks and knowledge from his time as an aimless teenager with a grudge against the world. Namely amatuer tagging, lock picking, some rudimentary knowledge of supermarket security cameras and hotwiring.

[b][colour=Plum]Charismatic  ⫻[/colour][/b] A… Specific type of charisma to be sure, but when Terry earnestly believes in something or his performance, people tend to stop and listen at the very least. Even if they find him personally to be a pretentious asshole.

[b][colour=Plum]Eloquent  ⫻[/colour][/b] Maybe not quite a secret genius, but Terry surprisingly is quite knowledgeable on literature and poetry. It’s not something he expresses often but he doesn’t hold the disdain for general academics in the same way his friends often do.

[b][colour=Plum]Fight Dirty  ⫻[/colour][/b] Violence is just another language of The Man. Unless it’s in self-defense, even then though Terry rarely raises his fists, but when he does he doesn’t hold back. While his frame might not carry much physical strength, he is willing and able to take cheap shots, low blows, eye gouges or use a weapon with reasonable competency.
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[i][colour=Plum]"These next few minutes, they’re gonna be loud."[/colour][/i]

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[b][colour=Plum]TYPE  ⫻[/colour][/b] Awakened

[b][colour=Plum]ABSTRACTION  ⫻[/colour][/b] Sound Manipulation.

[b][colour=Plum]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION  ⫻[/colour][/b] Terry, in theory, can distort, hush and warp soundwaves to use them as a damaging physical force or even to use for mimicry purposes.

[I]Sonar:[/I] Using higher frequencies, Terry can bounce sound around into an enclosed area to subconsciously echo-locate for scouting purposes, as of right now he hasn’t been able to extend this ability to further than a single room.

[I]Sound Mimicry:[/I] Terry can utilize sound and bounce it from nearby locations to distract or inconvenience. He can mimic sounds such as animal calls, whistles or even the flowing of water and the rustling of leaves. Despite his attempts however he can’t seem to able to accurately replicate a person’s voice.

[I]Sound Waves:[/I] Using lower frequencies, Terry can throw powerful sound waves that crash into objects or people and can cause internal damage at their most deadly.

[b][colour=Plum]AURA SENSING  ⫻[/colour][/b] Terry can feel the auras of those devoted to a cause, the level of belief/fanaticism makes them clearer physically to Terry and the range appears to go up to 25 metres however he can only really feel the lingering devotion they have to their belief. Making it functionally useless unless they are sufficiently convicted or Terry already knows who’s aura it may be. 

[b][colour=Plum]LIMITS  ⫻[/colour][/b] Like most Extra-Normal beings, they are far more resistant to his sound-based attacks and he cannot freely manipulate their sound. Terry's abstraction has a range of around fourteen feet but the closer he is the more control he has over his ability. The ability has a limit on how much he can use it, or a charge, so to speak. The second he uses his abstraction it'll gradually start to weaken until he is powerful (along with another effect in the weakness section). He'll have to wait up to an hour for his abstraction to come back but long as he doesn't go all out he won't lose his entire abstraction.

[b][colour=Plum]WEAKNESSES  ⫻[/colour][/b] Terry's body doesn't really react to well to sound being altered and all of that echolocation. Using his ability causing nausea and disorients him for a period of time - at worst he can be profusely vomiting and have no sense of balance. Terry's sound blasts also come with a recoil effect that'd throw him off balance for a few seconds - or if he's not careful to knock him directly onto his ass. Also, as he loses his ability his voice and hearing are also supernaturally lost, and if he cuts loose he won't be able to speak or hear. It's almost as if it's a barrier that stops sound from leaving or coming in.

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[i][colour=Plum]"Interview over. You and me pal? We’re done here."[/colour][/i]

[indent][indent]Terry has been dabbling, unsuccessfully, with playing the guitar via his mouth. Hendrix style baby.[/indent][/indent]

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