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You can have your teleportation, I can change my power. :) No worries.
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Are you sure? The way Emmet (my character) does it is through this confusing device that does a bunch of things but he only knows how to do two of them. It's kind of like unlocking magic spells as you level up in dnd. It's just one thing that can be replaced where it's the central thing of yours. I can swap if you like. I don't mind
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Yep, I'm sure. You've got it! :) I'm not hung up on powers, so it's cool.
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-Six ► Gender - Demiboy (He/They) ► Sexuality - Undecided ► Nickname - "That fucking wizard" ► Occupation - Local Stage Magician ► Qualifications - Performance magic expertise, high school dropout. ► Residence - Eastport, Maine ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Various nicks and scrapes around their hands, and a burn mark from a flame. ► Tattoos - Solid black crescent moon on his left shoulder with a skull inside the curve. ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - Emmet's fashion sense is usually dark in color, and ambiguous in gender, consisting of unisex shirts, tight-waisted pants and loose button-up shirts that look too big to fit without being buttoned. Emmet wears a lot of loose clothes and lets their hair do whatever it wants, which makes him very visibly not cisgender. Whenever he's performing at a gig or goes somewhere formal, Emmet combs the hair back and puts on a dark red blazer that he got at a thrift store once. Emmet tends to favor comfort over formality outside of his "work," and as a result, his clothes often have a look of having just woken up or getting ready for bed. Slip-on shoes and sweatpants are virtually the only thing he wears on the streets, with the exception of one, or maybe two pairs of actual jeans. Formality is not high on his list of priorities. |  LIFE AT RITMAN Emmet was always a bit of an oddball. He did okay in school, mostly when numbers were involved, but he never really clicked with anybody. Emmet made the occasional friend, but they tended to drift away before anything meaningful was forged between them. Emmet had a hard time cementing relationships, always feeling like he was at the periphery of every friend group that formed in school. He was eventually little more than the guy that everyone knew but didn't really know. Maybe it was something about the way he found a hard time relating whenever someone told a story, or the way they planned their entire afternoons when all he did was go home and waste time over magic tricks and homework. Emmet could talk to people and have a laugh whenever they wanted, but interactions rarely went deeper than that. His life in high school consisted of coasting with occasional effort just to tide things over; he skipped out on daily assignments but pulled C averages on tests. Emmet grew accustomed to doing the bare minimum every now and then in practice unless it benefited them directly. When it didn't, he just checked out. A lot of it stemmed from a tendency to dissociate as a result of countless screaming at home. Even though it felt at least a little more real than whatever the "plastics" of Ritman got up to, it was better than home, where he was subject to an uncaring mother and a father with anger problems. Home wasn't exactly a safe environment to let loose for Emmet so much as it was another obligation to put up with. His grades tended to fluctuate wildly, sometimes he'd come home with a 3.8 gpa, and other times he'd be carrying a failing grade in three classes. Mentally, Emmet was just as freewheeling as their social life, with highs and lows that reflected on his grades. Oddly enough, math was the most consistent grade he ever had. He might have finished high school with a respectable grade if he ever actually finished high school at all. As he got older, Emmet started saving up money at a gas station job, he bought a used car, and was taking on a bit more freedom in his life when they day came that his father got sick of the way he always mentally checked out regarding his life. Grades, his attitude at home, everything was a constant pendulum swing of "it is what it is" and "get serious" for Emmet. Unfortunately, their father caught them on one of the "get serious" days when he decided to lay a hand on Emmet. To say Emmet beat the breaks off of the man over twice his age would be like calling a car crash a fender bender, Richard Bray had to go to the hospital for a broken nose, two broken ribs, and internal bleeding around his lungs and neck. The moment he stopped putting up a fight, Emmet stormed out of the house and didn't come home until three in the morning. They emptied out their room, and stuff belonging after belonging into the back of their old 1998 civic. Just like everything else in his life, Emmet stopped caring, and simply checked out. He didn't go to school that morning, he just drove across miles of road until he checked back into his own head to think about what he was doing. He never went home, instead he lived out of his car for a few months until he was lucky enough to catch a spot at a bar somewhere that paid for a performance. Emmet settled into a life of weekly magic shows at a bar in Eastport called Eastport Taps. He stopped going by his given name once he showed up for the first time in case his parents went looking, and "Emmet" is the name he uses today. PSYCHE After their great escape, Emmet tried to break out of those old check-in-check-out habits he defaulted to. For the most part, he's been able to get out of his head and make something of himself mentally. Emmet is much more social now, talking to people with more comfort, and can easily make friends with likeminded people. Emmet still tries to take the path of least resistance, and still plays it cool with a seemingly uncaring front, but takes daily responsibilities more seriously. He doesn't see those responsibilities as burdens, but as things that keep the wheels turning that need to turn so life can be enjoyed. most of the people in Eastport know the name Emmet Bray as a local icon, and he tries his best to put smiles on the faces of the crowds, because he wishes deep down that he had more reasons to smile as a kid. They rarely seem negative or cynical about things, but Emmet is generally a very collected person, used to masking emotions for the sake of saving face. If he's upset, you might not realize it unless you're paying close attention, or he tells you outright. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Around other people, Emmet tries to keep his image as the cool wizard in the bar even when people are going through things. He feels empathy for others who feel lonely, or distraught with nothing or no one to turn to. Emmet's personality has effectively turned inside out from the days of Ritman. They were once an inward person who wouldn't reach out, and now he's an outward person that can't be easily reached inside of. Heavy problems seem to just roll off of his shoulders, even if he still feels the nagging urge to bug out and disappear back into a safer place, except alongside other people that he cares about. Emmet makes it a point to remember things he learns about people. If someone shares a piece of information about their past with them, Emmet sees that as a sign of trust and closeness, which he feels obligated to respect. He tries his best to keep friend groups from fighting, having seen enough discourse in his childhood for one life. They're a mix of that voice of reason everyone needs paired with point of view of someone who was always the outsider looking in. |
 POWER It's not uncommon for especially prolific magicians to possess some curious objects, such as a rubiks cube that opens like a box, a pen that writes in ink which is invisible until burned, or deck of marked playing cards that can be used for blackout shifts. These are objects typically used in a performer's repertoire of spectacles and aren't anything special once the trick is discovered, but that isn’t the case with Emmet, whose power is the ability to conjure a pocket watch that befuddles logic and reason. It looks like nothing more than a decorative antique from the outside, with a red-gold surface and what are probably real gemstones laid into it. When the watch is opened, however, it’s a completely different story. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔There isn’t simply a clock on the inside, but something that mimics a keyboard by dials and knobs. The inner face of the lid holds what seems to be a black pane of circular glass, which reacts when certain “buttons” on the keyboard are pressed. This watch is like the world’s most frustrating multitool. Things can be “recorded” and then stored inside the watch like a pocket dimension, or a certain instance of matter can be moved across a certain distance. It can tell time, not quite like an ordinary watch, but like a Mayan calendar tells time in years. In simple terms, it’s a storage device and a teleporter, and the world’s worst clock, which operates in a language Emmet has no earthly idea how to read. In a way, the watch can be compared to a spellbook or a computer; it seems to have other tricks up its dubious sleeves, but they can only be discovered by playing with the small 78 keys that are packed into the inner surface. It switches to different modes indicated by the screen in unintelligible symbols, which then allow for different things to be done. The least complicated of them being the ability to store matter inside it. Emmet could potentially discover more tricks to produce from the watch, if they could crack the damn code. Much to their relief, the "tricks" seem to at least follow a theme of "records X and executes Y." This means that a piece of information is stored, such as an object or the details of a location, and activating the right code will allow Emmet to take the recorded object to a pocket dimension inside the watch or fix the damage to a location. Teleportation and matter storage are the most easily accessible functions that Emmet can facilitate. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ►The best thing about Emmet's watch is that it's a magician's best friend. It can be used to store a variety of objects from pens to car keys, like a superhuman inventory screen. The watch can easily be passed off as a really sophisticated prob as part of an act, especially when Emmet has the performative skills to committ to the bit. ►The watch allows Emmet to traverse great distances with ease, which can be used to stay ahead of time when he needs to hurry, or to simply get home unseen. Distance isn’t a factor in the process, all he has to do is find two suitable points and he can disappear to the other side almost instantly. ► The watch has more potential to be discovered, and as Emmet realizes that potential, he will be able to get more use out of it, which could be anything from undeniable practicality to even more headaches. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►Emmet's watch may seem like a massive convenience-based superpower, but it is arguably the most frustrating tool ever held by mankind. It contains a keyboard full of keys displaying a language that doesn't technically exist, so they have no idea how to spell words or find certain functions on it. Teleporting and matter storage are managed by dials on the side of the watch, but it has the potential for an absurd amount of other uses that Emmet can't access. His only method of learning more applications is trial and error; if a combination works, he needs to remember it. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔►Teleportation requires space to be recorded for later use, meaning Emmet can only teleport to places he goes to before he wants to teleport. It works by mapping out a given area, which the watch determines as being acceptable or not. Emmet has to also be in a suitable spot on the other end when they want to teleport, like trying to find a hotspot to send a text. Teleporting more than one person at a time requires additional space on both ends, and it is a flashy process, making it easy to draw attention to oneself. ► The pocket dimension inside the watch has restrictions on what it can store. It will not accept anything organic, living or dead. This means food cannot be stored inside. The watch also only accepts objects that are no larger than the black screen, which they pass through when stored. Anything larger won't fit. Lastly, the watch has a mass limit; It can only store up a combined weight of exactly one kilogram, which is roughly 2.20 pounds. If Emmet tries to store more matter inside, the watch won't simply reject it, but something may potentially be ejected out, which could cause an object to fly out and hurt someone. The watch weighs 3 pounds, and gets heavier when matter is stored inside, which means it can get as heavy as over five pounds. ► Emmet is unable to rid himself of the watch. Throwing it down on the ground hard enough will cause it to break and disappear, but it will reappear in his pocket the moment he stops thinking about it. It's always in his pocket or in an area he would look for something. This may seem like a good thing, but it becomes awkward when he is trying to hide his powers, and someone opens a drawer in his general vicinity, or if he somehow loses track of it. If the watch ever has to reconstitute itself somewhere else as a result of being destroyed, all its stored matter spills on the floor, and recorded points for teleportation are lost automatically. |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-Four. ► Gender - Male. ► Sexuality - Closeted Homosexual. ► Nickname - N/A. ► Occupation - Business Analyst. ► Qualifications - BS in Business Administration. ► Residence - Washington, D.C. ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - N.A. ► Tattoos - N.A. ► Piercings - N.A. ► Style - Oleander doesn't have a particularly unique dress style. It often depends on the time of year and the weather. In the spring and summer he generally wears shorts and t-shirts. In the fall and winter, he wears sweaters. In the office, where it seems to always be cold, he wears sweaters there too. Very standard attire, nothing super flashy or over the top. However, a distinct quality about his clothes is that they always appear a bit vintage or used. This makes sense, because he gets most of his clothes second hand; thrift stores, consignment shops, boutiques, etc..  | LIFE AT RITMAN During his high school days at Ritman, Oleander's peers used to refer to him as "that cute African guy"; although contemporarily this kind of statement isn't very welcomed. However, Oleander never did live up to the stereotype that people often assumed of him as the child of Nigerian immigrant parents. He was unequivocally unremarkable. Indeed, Oleander had no special talents; he wasn't particularly smart, nor athletic, and he didn't possess a creative bone in his body. As such, he floundered in passable mediocrity, doing the bare minimum to maintain B's and C's and maybe a few A's in between for easier subjects. But through it all, Oleander was always very amicable; a loveable dork whom everyone seemed to like. He never had one specific group that he hung out with, as he never fully embodied the qualities of any one clique. He was like a chameleon, able to meander in and out of groups with ease without ever having to fully commit to them. As such, he had many friends and could blend in with the jocks and cheerleaders just as easily as he could with the math nerds and drama geeks. However, what this meant is that he rarely ever formed any deep emotional friendships nor had he ever made a name for himself other than most people remembering him as that "really sweet black guy". Quite stereotypically, being the son of Nigerian immigrants meant that his parents had the standard expectations for him; marry a nice woman, give us grandchildren, become a doctor, yada yada, you know the drill. Oleander was gay, so staying in the closet was a given; even now, he's never come out openly or had a boyfriend. The 24-year old virgin, though some people have suspected it and ask him about his sexuality since he's never had a girlfriend. Ultimately, Oleander was not adapt at achieving the professions his parents desired for him, nor did he have the motivation or interest in pursuing them. As a teen, he was a free-bird, going with the flow and seeing where life took him. But alas, with no passions or callings to push him in one specific direction, he never quite found his identity. Even now as an adult, he only became a business analyst because of his parents telling him he had to do something, anything. He just took an aptitude test and viola! No further thought was put into it. This is a man who, while appearing cheerful and warm on the surface, harbours a deep disdain for himself; inadequate, dispassionate, and unloved. PSYCHE Oleander is an easygoing, playful, and warm-hearted young man with golden retriever energy through and through. He is extremely affectionate; his love language with others being touch, words of affirmation, and teasing. Oleander is always the first to give warm hugs and play pranks; he doesn't like to take things too seriously. Because of his really social nature, he can become quite attached, clingy, and co-dependent on others, quickling feeling sad when he is alone. This is a man who likes to be included, and when he is not, it really shows up on his face, as he has never been good at hiding his emotions. As such, he likes to express his emotions honestly. As the type who bares his feelings for the world to see, some people may try to take at advantage of his unusually honest and trusting nature. Even when he has been done wrong, Oleander is quick to forgive. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔He is clumsy, dorky, and adorable, the type to laugh easily and pout when something doesn't go his way. There's a certain child-like quality to Oleander that gives him little brother vibes. His emotions rule him, so he is absolutely a sensitive individual who cries and expresses his love and gratitude toward others without it being weird or awkward. However, because he is such a feeler, he can become indecisive and slow to act when it comes to making hard logical decisions that require analytical thinking; which is odd considering his profession. Outside of work, he often relies on his friends and family for advice in his personal life. Some people may accuse Oleander of being a bit melodramatic with how expressive and emotional he is, but his intentions are good-natured and always true. He is a loyal friend, who is quick to come to the defense of others. He hates to see injustices taking place and he won't back down when it comes to standing up for his loved ones and friends, even for acquaintances and strangers. So despite being really open-minded and non-judgemental, he has a stubborn streak that is hard to dissuade once he sets his mind to something. Underneath it all though, Oleander does lack confidence in himself. He's always been mediocre and unremarkable. He's never been the type to be really good at anything. He has no specific passions and he's not really creative or smart. As such, it's easy for Oleander to compare himself to others and feel inadequate by his own unspectacular life and shortcomings.  |
| POWER Ever since his power manifested, Oleander hasn't been able to sleep properly. Like clockwork, every night once the sun goes down, he feels a rumbling in his chest, humming fluttering vibrations like something is trying to escape from within him. And then, without control, 100 blue morpho butterflies spew from his mouth and take flight. It's not the prettiest sight, but in actuality, Oleander is astral projecting, with his astral form taking on the form of these mystical butterflies. While his blue astral butterflies are out, he is unable to speak. He can control his 100 blue morpho butterflies as an extension of himself. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Therefore he can see through their eyes and have them work together to move small objects. However, they can do much more than that. When his butterflies land on someone who is awake, he can communicate telepathically with that person, with his butterflies acting as a conduit for his own voice. As such, if his butterflies land on multiple people, he can create a telepathic chain link, allowing them all to communicate with each other simultaneously. Perhaps the most spectacular characteristic of his butterflies is what they can do to sleeping targets. When his butterflies land on someone who is sleeping, Oleander can slip into their dreams. While in their dreams, he can simply act as a visitor and witness what the person is dreaming, or, if he so chooses, Oleander can take control of their dreams and make them have beautiful dreams or horrific nightmares. While in someone's dreams, Oleander can conceal his presence, ensuring no one ever knows he was in their dreams. The dreamer cannot see or communicate with him until he allows them to. Since Oleander can only sleep during the day, his sleep is sporadic and uneven. To cope with his newfound powers, he has to use sleeping pills. Due to the nature of how his power works, he actually hates it. He's unable to sleep properly, he can't speak while it's active, and he can't even stop his butterflies from spewing from his mouth. And the feeling is so uncomfortable. Not to mention ,the fact that he can't even use his powers during the day makes him feel useless, already exasperating the feelings of inadequency he felt even before his powers manifested. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► His power, while only active at night, provides a variety of uses, from simulating telepathic communication to surveying an area from a safe distance. With his ability to enter people's dreams and give them nightmares, he can inadvertently impact how they're able to function during the day, especially if he gives them nightmares so horrific their mental and emotional well-being declines. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► For the time being (perhaps due to lack of control), Oleander can only use his power at night. Not like he has a choice anyways, since it happens automatically at nightfall. ► Oleander cannot sleep or speak while his power is active. ► When the sun rises, his blue morpho butterflies disintegrate. So essentially, for now, his power is useless during the day.  ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ |
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Trans man ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - Junior ► Occupation - Co-founder & CTO of frmwrk (pronounced ‘framework’), a collaborative web app for UX/UI design ► Qualifications - HPE Codewars 2013, Advanced Division, 1st Runner-up BS in Computer Science ► Residence - San Francisco, CA ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Top surgery scars on his chest, three-inch scar on the left side of his jaw from a snapped guitar string ► Tattoos - A small, hand-poked tattoo of an eye behind his left ear ► Piercings - N/A ► Style - One of the many perks of being your own boss is that you get to wear whatever you want to work, and in Dante’s case, that means band tees, jeans and sneakers. His naturally wavy hair is usually cropped short and bleached peroxide blond like Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. His style hasn’t actually changed all that much since high school, with the main difference being that his clothes seem to fit him a lot better than they used to.  | LIFE AT RITMAN By all accounts, high school should’ve been a terrible time for someone like Dante — mixed-race, nerdy, with a penchant for computers and ill-fitting clothes. And in Maine, of all places, aka the second whitest state in America. It stands to reason that he would’ve been put through the wringer like every other kid who dared to step out of the box they’d been put in, but Dante managed to make it through with his hide (mostly) intact. Sure, he’s been called a dyke more than once, plus some other similarly unsavoury names, but his parents always talked about the importance of having thick skin; and besides, it’s no fun picking on someone who simply refuses to engage. Schoolwork always came easily to Dante, with him signing up for AP Calculus and Computer Science as soon as they were offered. His father, a data scientist, liked to say that Dante was a chip off the old block, and jokingly called him Junior when he bought him his own computer in middle school. What started out as a simple nickname grew into something more when Dante decided he liked the sound of it better than what was printed on his birth certificate and all his report cards. He soon started introducing himself as Junior to the people he met, and in the summer before his first year of high school, tied his hair up in a ponytail and chopped it off with a pair of kitchen shears. After that, everything just seemed to click into place. Dante’s parents were pretty supportive of his decision, even fending off pointed comments from their more conservative relatives in Puerto Rico and the Philippines. It felt like a weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders, and he continued to excel in school, though he never really did fit into any one clique. He and the kids he hung out with were thrown together more out of circumstance than anything else — outcasts who believed there was safety in numbers, and the programming savants Mrs. Cabot placed him in a hackathon team with — but Dante likes to think they got along well enough. Hell, he even picked up enough guitar messing around in music class to play in a shitty punk band for a couple of months before its unceremonious breakup. Truth be told, there was already enough on his plate to keep him occupied, even without close friends. PSYCHEIf there’s anything you should know about Dante, it’s that he’s a dreamer. Nevermind that this is the exact same answer he gave to that tech journal when they interviewed him that one time, all you have to know is that he’s very much an ideas guy. He likes thinking of ways to solve problems, streamline complicated processes, but some of what he comes up with can only be described as outlandish, and that’s really par for the course when it comes to Dante. He’s always been a little all over the place, jumping from idea to idea, worrying away at each one until he finds something he can really sink his teeth into. Not all of them are winners, of course, though one such concept was what led to him founding what would eventually grow to unicorn status alongside his buddy from college. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Most of the time, Dante comes off as a pretty friendly and good-natured dude, if a little eccentric. As with his thought process, the way he speaks is similarly untethered and free-flowing… meaning that he basically says whatever comes to mind. Awkward silences are the bane of his existence, and he likes to joke that in another life, he would’ve made a great radio DJ — no chance for any dead air — though this tendency towards stream of consciousness has its fair share of downsides, too. He sometimes finds himself steamrolling the conversation, leaving no room for anyone to respond. It’s unintentional, for the most part, just him getting too caught up in whatever he’s talking about in that moment, but he would be remiss to deny that it’s a quirk of his that rubs some people the wrong way. It was only after he left Delton that he really started to come into his own. He’s always had short hair in high school, and hid his figure under hoodies, baggy shirts and jeans too big for him, but moving all the way to the other side of the country for college was what gave him that push, a chance to finally start looking how he wanted after questioning his gender identity for so long. Dante soon began HRT, got his name legally changed, and in sophomore year, underwent top surgery. This point in his life marked a huge shift for him. He became more confident, open, even making a habit of visiting the campus gym. And while there are some days where he still feels unsatisfied with how his body looks, he’s proud of how far he’s come since then. |
| POWER Intangibility ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔Dante is able to phase through solid matter. This ability extends to the clothes he’s wearing and whatever he has on his person at that moment. He isn’t quite sure how it works, just that he can apparently walk through walls now. Someone more well-versed in physics would probably draw the conclusion that he does so by passing his atoms through the subatomic spaces of whatever he’s phasing through, but even that sounds kind of insane when you say it out loud. The speed and ease with which he phases through an object or surface depends on how dense it is. He would find it easier to phase through a wooden wall than a concrete one, for example, and trying to do so with something like lead could cause disorientation, physical discomfort or even injury. While in this ‘phased’ state, Dante is practically untouchable by most forces. Physical objects pass right through him, but energy and magic react differently. Phasing through wires and electronic devices seems to disrupt the flow of electrons from one atom to another which results in a short-circuit, essentially bricking said device. Magic, on the other hand, is undeterred by the laws of physics, though that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms he’ll save the opening of for a later time. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► Dante can choose which parts of his body to phase, meaning he can do things like stick his hand through the fridge door to grab a cold one while the rest of him remains thankfully corporeal. ► He’s able to extend his phasing ability to the objects he touches, allowing them to also phase as long as physical contact is maintained. He’ll eventually be able to do this with people. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► While inside an object, Dante is unable to breathe, so he’s only able to phase through solid matter for as long as he can hold his breath. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► He cannot phase through living beings. This includes humans, animals and plantlife. ► Due to inexperience, he’s unable to fully control when and where he phases. This can lead to some awkward situations where he’s suddenly unable to physically interact with anything around him, or where he starts sinking through the floor in the middle of a conversation. |
Any word or critique on my CS? I haven't heard anything about its status >.>
 ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty five ► Gender - Cis-Man ► Sexuality - Heterosexual ► Nickname - Tryst ► Occupation - Associate editor within a publishing house ► Qualifications - High School graduate Graduate Bachelors in Journalism; cum laude ► Residence - Montpelier, Vermont ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - On his arms are a series of small scars and marks inflicted by his cat, whom he had aptly named Violence ► Tattoos - None ► Piercings - None ► Style - Trystan usually dresses simply, preferring whites, greys, and blacks in his clothing. He could often be sighted wearing long coats, though these may sport custom made embroidery placed there by his seamstress of a mother. These are the exceptions to the norm, though, and overall, it may look like that he’s a bit dull on his sense of fashion. His hair, however, is something else. At times, he’ll let it grow to shoulder length, at least before deciding that the amount of shampoo needed to maintain it wasn’t worth it. At other times, it will be kept clean and short, though he will never, ever go bald. As for coloring, it looks like he is very careful with the health of his scalp, and refuses to ever paint or bleach his hair. As for accessories, Trystan has several. On his left wrist, he bears a bracelet with inscriptions and runes that seemingly make no sense, while his necklace has a small silver cross. He often uses black rimmed glasses when trying to read, though he sometimes just uses them for the sake of the look of it. | LIFE AT RITMAN High school wasn't the best of times for Trystan. He found it to be a horrifying affair, and was once recorded to have said that "High school is a walk in the park, except that it's raining blood, and that blood is on fire. Oh, and the park is Jurassic Park. Thankfully, the monsters are dumb." Being an second generation immigrant with parents from the Philippines, he found himself a target for racial slurs and other unsavoury acts of discrimination, just as he was warned the day before he entered high school. Nevertheless, despite the taunts and bullying, he worked hard on his academics, fervently believing that he'll have the last laugh when these people ended up becoming less successful than him. Invariably, he did quite well, and was somewhat of a teachers' pet, though it wasn't too obvious to any other student. Because he completely ignored all the taunts and bullying that were attempted on him, not to mention that his dad was a cop, it eventually stopped. As such, Trystan was an achiever, though not too much. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, instead preferring to be unknown outside of the inner circle that he helped craft. These few other misfits, composed of foreigners, goths, and those who despised the hierarchy were something of an underground club, who gathered regularly to talk about the latest scandals of the popular kids as well as mundane, mutual interests. However, as time passed, what started as a forum for gossiping turned to a true friend group. Like all fellowships, though, they eventually had to scatter. Despite all the precautions he took in order to blend in with the crowd and be as unknown as much as possible, Trystan still had a reputation, and with that came rumors. This served only to fuel his pettiness and vengefulness; it is said that one of the varsities began to defecate uncontrollably in the middle of a competitive game after Trystan placed laxatives in his drink, apparently due to learning that he was the one that started a rumor about Trystan (an incident that was only revealed when Trystan talked about it to his co-workers in his current occupation). It wasn't the act itself that was stunning about it; it was the fact that he decided to time it at the absolutely most inopportune moment in an effort to ruin the rumor spreader's whole day. Either way, Trystan was relieved to graduate from high school, and happily went to college with some of his friends, and once he was promoted to a managerial position in his job, he took the time and effort to come around and rub it at the faces of the people who used to bully him, many of whom dropped out at one point. It's what they deserve. PSYCHETrystan is unapologetic, proud, and stubborn to a fault. He is the kind of person that won't ever admit that he did something wrong, even if he knew that something was definitely his fault. He will communicate those pent-up feelings of guilt through more subtle ways, but never will actually admit it to someone's face, as he had been raised to refuse to allow anything to taint the good family name, as he is the eldest and therefore reflects upon the rest of them. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔It has also been noted that Trystan works hard for things, so as to back that pride with something concrete. At the very least, he likes getting things done, and dislikes it when he perceives incompetence, especially in the government. He is also incredibly vengeful, bearing grudges for years at a time and only stopping nursing them when they are satisfied by some petty act of revenge. Despite being somewhat of a prideful soul, Trystan is loyal and protective, and of course, he's also proud of that. He will assault anyone that dares threaten or make fun of those he likes, and at times, he has to be reigned in. Nevertheless, it is clear that he does care, and is evidently relaxed most of the time. |
| POWER Photomancy. Trystan has been granted the power to manipulate photons, allowing him to do feats ranging from small orbs of light capable of lighting up dark places, flashes with enough luminance to temporarily blind opponents, to searing beams of photonic energy powerful enough to gradually melt stone and metal. The power and intensity of Trystan's photomancy seems to depend on recent or current solar exposure, as well as nearby ambient sources of light; it is through external sources that he draws power before storing it, making him sort of a living solar battery. | - ▼ STRENGTHS ► A convenience that Trystan's photomancy gives is that it redirects all the harmful radiation in sunlight as usable energy, meaning that he can no longer be stricken by sunburn and other solar related ailments. ► Trystan's photomancy is most effective outdoors and at the day, wherein he can freely draw energy from sunlight without fear of running dry. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► If indoors and/or at night, Trystan has to use what solar energy he has absorbed prior, as well as any nearby light sources such as light bulbs. This ends up giving him far weaker effects than it would at other times; beams will be far slower at cutting through solid materials, and flashbangs are unusable unless if there are exceptionally powerful light sources nearby. He will also rum the risk of running out of power in these circumstances should he be forced to use it continually. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔► Due to inexperience, Trystan sometimes makes his powers either stronger or weaker than intended. Lights meant to light up a small dark corner suddenly flare up into a blinding flash, while beams supposedly powerful enough to melt through metal can barely pierce rock. |
@nodogs
So, are you going to join us? Reprise Jack?
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HYUP ive just been drafting a new power for her and bullying austin in his dms now he has to do all the hard stuff
