Junior was flung far from his seat as a torrent of water sprung from around the stranger. Who's appearance only confused Junior more than he already was. One second there were two kids yapping on about magic and then suddenly there were twins? then they weren't twins? This is why he stuck to fps games they didn't have any dumb RPG plots like this. His clothes were wet now, and colliding into the wall took his breath away. He gasped for air, and breathed in cold water. A few seconds of coughing his lungs out fixed the problem, and looking up towards his siblings it seemed like they'd already gotten everything sorted... somewhat.
The golden boy Ezra was waving a glowing stick around like it was scary, while his family and the 'real' experts threw down and did all the real work. Props to the Russian though, man was like Rambo with those magic chains and hooked one of the invaders down, but the other got away, so he'd only get half points for that.
Junior got a good look in at the boy, skinny, dumb hair, emotionally stunted. Yeah he's probably a Vanburen too by the looks of it- AH HEY WAIT A MINUTE. Junior realised that this was the kid who shot him with water.
"That bitch." he shouted, rougher than how he usually spoke from choking on water. Junior rose to his feet, scooping up his football and unceremoniously chucking it at the boy's head as he strode towards him. He screamed unpleasantries until a deafening roar crackled through the corridors of the house.
Junior stumbled back, forgetting what he was doing. The inhumane sounds made his blood curdle and his mind emptied like a deer in headlights."The hell is that?! he shouted at no one in particular, though his eyes darted between Shane, Ezra and the weird kid chained up on the floor. Searching for any answer they could provide.
Georgie fell through a hole of her own making, back from her garden which she escaped to throughout the whole thing. "Way to go. Sis." Junior thought, the spectacle not impressing him in the slightest. Then that lack of admiration turned to one of shock as his siblings and the strangers alike decided to head on and fight more of the attackers that had been found. Attackers with magic dogs... Fuck, where was LeBeau. Was he okay?
"You're all crazy I hope you know that!" Junior shouted after his family, some of the more heavy-handed siblings had already rushed off to the other room to fight the unknown assailants. Junior just sighed at the stupidity of his family. Although... being alone in a room was just as dangerous, he realised- so not wanting to be the last person left in the main hall, he darted forwards along with his family.
Switching on his ability just to be safe, building up the power to make him less obvious.. more invisible.
It didn't hurt to be careful, and his power couldn't help him fight- so he might as well make use of it.
God they just started and it's fallen apart, that's a Vanburen gathering for you. Messy, loud and someone out the door before you know it. Just like daddy's love life, so I guess it's genetics or something. Something like MAGIC! We know it's real. We've all had to live with it for a whole year, stuck with cool powers and some dumb stone curse that leaves all of us stuck together..
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A whole year stuck with these idiots, two months was enough to drive Junior up the wall- and even that was generous. He sunk back into his chair, already bored of the conversation. Sure getting someone who knew more than Oscar seemed kind of fun, definitely after hearing they weren't gonna be another one of his siblings! Though now that he'd seen them, Junior was unimpressed. Two deadbeat looking teens barely older than him, one started talking about how "Magic was real and it's dangwous" like that wasn't the whole reason we called him out here.. And the other ran off to the toilet as soon as she came in. Probably pregnant or something, it's a skill you'd pick up with the kind of dad Junior had.
Between his legs was a football, which Junior traced his finger along from boredom. Wistfully- his gaze moved onto LeBeau, the family Ocelot which sat comfortably on the lap of his sister's lap. "Traitor." he thought to himself, the dumb thing could be by his side, he was comfy and soft.. and all he got was a stupid football. AND GOD THESE IDIOTS WERE STILL TALKING. Dishy Trishy was going on about something obvious again like she was saying a new, eleventh commandment. God if she didn't want this meeting that bad she could have left or maybe she was worried people would think she was copying Ezra. Not like anyone would compare her to him anyway.
"Ask him to dance too sis." he jeered at Trisha, an unamused look on his eyes only to look as intimidating as any fourteen year old could. He looked back away towards LeBeau, uncaring of what his sister had to say. The family pet seemed contempt where he was sat but Junior's mind thought back onto how soft and fuzzy the Ocelot felt, and again a pang of jealousy washed over him. He was just as comfy! And would pet him more! Maybe LeBeau would move to him in a second... ah god he trailed off again, and Junior realised they were still in a 'meeting' with some 'experts'. Maybe they should be more interesting if they wanted to be memorable! Even his brothers were thinking the same, besides know-it-all Oscow, one dipped, one was an alcoholic and the other had some headphones in. Even if they were years apart, it was oddly satisfying knowing his siblings had at least some common sense.
"It doesn't matter that he's dead, daddy is too smart for that stop his plans. I'm sure of it."
_______________________________________________ Junior Alexander Vanburen
He/Him | 13 | French-American | 5'11" | 115 lbs _______________________________________________ Arrogance _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "My brothers are twice my age and I'm at their level. God they're pathetic." ___________________________________
Running ⫻ More because of his young age and boundless energy, Junior can run quite the distance and can move for a long time before tiring. Years of playing soccer around the home has left him in good physical shape and given him a good amount of hand-to-eye coordination. Though maybe it's not all in the best; paired with his tyrades and childish personality, Junior can be a pain for hours on end.
Annoying ⫻ Unintended as it is, Junior is especially skilled at irritating adults and anyone whom he falls under the protection of, a few impulsive actions of his could drive many people up the wall- and it's a wonder so many people within the family can manage such a menace.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Five years till I get a beard, you'll be crying then."
Even at a glance Junior radiates youth; Boundless energy comes across in the way he walks, his strut has a buoyancy to it as his light body practically skips along to the beat of the bustling city. Immaturity shines through a mischievous grin as he walks alone, or the aloof and arrogant scorn he carries when with others, hiding no hint of admiration or respect. His eyes seem tired of constant arguing, with no energy they seem distant as he argues his beliefs against any who would listen to his raspy, childish voice that is all too high a pitch for his body.
He has no features to point out, and he would all but fade into the background of any gathering he would be a part of. No piercings, no tattoos (besides the one, invisible abstraction branding), brown hair, brown eyes and a barely respectable chin- and so it is his loud nature and family name that distinguishes him from the crowd. Arrogance and the Vanburen name, a match made in hell if there ever was one.
As for clothing, he wears nothing besides sporting attire or a fashionable tweed suit on occasion, the former consisting of a gray sports hoodie, black joggers and trainers- and the latter being a dull brown tweed jacket carried over a child's school shirt, along with black leather school shoes and trousers.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm just as capable as most of these dimwits, they don't listen because they're IDIOTS. Who cares if I'm a kid I'm still right."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ If asked Junior may say his dream is to grow up, to show all the fools in the world that if he was only a bit older they would revere his ideas and suggestions, that his own body was a crux that people hung below him as a sign of their authority and superiority. In actuality his goal is rather more simple, to be accepted so he doesn't need to shout to be heard. You could argue that they are similar goals, and Junior won't deny that they are, but he would rather find a true family that would accept his regardless of his age or faults, instead of needing to change first for them to embrace him.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻"Dumb, stupid idiots. Why can't they just SEE." In his eyes, it is not Junior who is slow, but the people around him. The truth is besides the point as the boy sees himself as the only sane person around- if they point out the flaws in his plan it's them who aren't seeing the strategy in the proper way. The idea is flawless in his eyes.
SEX ⫻Sure Too young and sheltered to really interact with other kids his age beyond the stuck up kids at his school and football practice, Junior really hasn't has much chance to experiment or realise who and what he is attracted to- though recently boys have danced throughout his thoughts.
FEARS ⫻ Junior fears the unknown, that what he has amounted to cannot match what is to come, that the encompassing future will swallow him up and spit him out a broken man like many of his siblings. For Junior the future is a very real threat; while his brothers or his sisters may have lived, loved and learned, his future is still an untrodden path that may twist and change with every meeting, every event, every action he can take- some things which he cannot control or even predict that will shape his being and the path he will walk.
And that scares him.
The pages of his future are unwritten, but he does not hold the pen.
REPUTATION ⫻ Junior is seen simply as another child of the late James Vanburen around the city of Araminta, although most people don't know him personally those that do hope he grows into a capable man in the future- but for now he is no more than a pest most would love to see cry... Not that anyone would admit that.
THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻"They always tell you not to meet your heroes or you'll be disappointed. He was the exception." James was one of the few people Junior had personally gotten to know that he respected, though more for his character than as a father as he had little time for that. He allowed his son to grow up in his home, even as the affair with his mother fell through. His charitable deeds, business ingenuity and boundless wealth let Junior be as content as he could possibly be, able to accommodate all his needs with ease.
FLAWS ⫻"What's wrong McFly? Chicken?" Junior can be riled up relatively easily, seeing his older siblings ignore or refute his suggestions- as wildish or inconsiderate as they can be, and has a habit of going off on his lonesome to carry out his plans. It's the flaw of arrogance and being young, blaming your youth when others ignore the ideas you have, and it is a flaw Junior expresses more than could be healthy.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I'm thirteen, what did you expect? Ten paragraphs?."
Junior is the love child (of course) of James Vanburen and Elenor Tate, a French exchange student studying Marine Biology in the later years of the 2000s. An affair short lived that it seemed his mother wished to forget, so much that she left her newborn son with the father that sired him. While the man himself was usually busy managing his business empire or caring for his other children he made sure his servants could care for his son by proxy, they worked to the best of their ability but even then nothing comes close to the attention and care a child could desire from the ones they recognise as their true parents and family- it was a shame neither had the time for him. Growing up yearning for the care and attention of a mother had no interest in building bridges and a father who didn't have the time to care beyond a few pleasantries Junior grew up as you would expect, bitter and grasping at straws for any attention that he could gather. His frustration only grew as his misplaced arrogance remained unchecked, where he began growing tired of hearing of his siblings' tales and frustrations that he felt he could fix. Growing tired of how the servants pampered him, not raising their voices, but angering at expressing their doubts about the wrong things. As he grew older and tired of those that managed his well being, seeing them only as substitutes for the parents he could only dream of, is carers suggested that sports could help him make friends beyond those in school and the walls of the house, or at least tire him before he could make another tirade or argument to one of them- in face he found himself enjoying soccer even if he wasn't some natural talent at it. He found his weekends filled with training, and his wardrobe with sports gear and trainers, he was enjoying himself.
Then came the Christmas party- and his whole world shattered.
Gone was the father, the one parent who he knew was at least there for him. There was no mother to hold and cry on, he had never seen her, had never spoken a word, never shown he was worth her affection, only a hollow shell of a vague shadow- a role no one ever came close to filling, and now a dead father. Why was he even here, nobody would care, nobody even liked him it was just money that kept them around, there was no love, no care, no mother, no father, nothing. The flurry of emotions he felt that night and all the nights after were fuel for his awakening, and a month after his late father's passing Junior found himself with a strange ability. And a many siblings that moved into the manor home, speaking of a strange power that compelled them back here, for fear they would suffer the consequences.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "YES! ALL EYES ON ME PLEASE."
TYPE ⫻ Awakened
ABSTRACTION ⫻Valence Control, Junior has the ability to control attention by manipulating how important events, people or things seem- from incredibly uninteresting and more difficult to notice or remember, to impossible to ignore. His tattoo is an abstract compass, appearing on the inner thigh of his left leg.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Within a large area Junior's abstraction can freely manipulate the affective quantity of valence, the essence of how intrinsically good or bad something seems, that surrounds a person, object, event situation or even a thought, that he is aware of. He may will a greater amount of valence into the target of his choice, making it more noticeable to an observer, or lower the amount so that it acts as a dampening field; That a target becomes mundane to onlookers, an idea becomes a vague or an event becomes more forgettable and unnoticeable. The amount of valence builds up like pressure in a heated pan, and beyond a threshold Junior must exert himself to increase the effect his power has. See it is not as though valence is a switch, that can be memorable or forgettable; If we are to return to the idea that it is a heated pan, increasing the temperature in the stove is akin to increasing the amount of valence onto the target, and cooling a pan off is the reverse- and the target becomes forgettable.
AURA SENSING ⫻ Junior can see the auras of attention, who is the center of it and who is watching them. Both auras appear the same colour and there is little difference to discern between the two. He can feel this aura from up to fifty feet before it quickly fades out.
LIMITS ⫻ Junior's ability bypasses emotional-fields so it can affect the Extra-Normal freely. However the ability has a range of around twenty-five meters, and its effects gradually build up. For something to be the center of everyone's attention, he has to be working on it for a bit, and vice-versa - however, when he drops his abstractions the effects will quickly fade away. The ability has zero lasting effects whatsoever.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ When Junior uses his abstraction, he seems to get the opposite effect from it. Such as when he makes something unnoticeable, he'll find it hard to pay attention to anything but that. When he makes something very attention-grabbing, he finds it really easy to be distracted by other details.
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I act like everyone else in this house. They just give me hate because I'm younger. They think they're 'mature' and 'in charge' but live off daddy's money anyway."
NOTICE: All information is considered confidential to the Federal Agency of Metahuman Affairs. Disclosure of information is subject to disciplinary actions up to imprisonment.
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Open Data for Joshua Istvan: Y/N?
Y.
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It's strange when everyone wants you to be something different but they never reward you for it, like it's the bare minimum you have to tear yourself apart for them."
Joshua Istvan
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"A tattoo? For me? Buy me a round and I'll think about it." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Joshua's body is plain and average, maybe even a tad diminutive for his age. Standing unconfidently at five foot eleven, you wouldn't call him imposing in any sense of the word and he knows it- walking with hands in his pockets and with a gait that draws little attention to him, if it wasn't for the swing of his hands and the small bounce he made with each step you would think he could glide- that is if you notice him moving at all. The long hours he stays up have etched dark circles under his auburn eyes that no amount of rest has managed to erase, nor the slack in his jaw when he forgets to close it.
And what about the rest of him? Well, there isn't much to tell... Tattoos? Not one. Facial hair? No more than a stubble on the off day. No it may be true there isn't much to Joshua yet, but the boy is still cooking, who knows where life might take him.
▼ ATTIRE:
Dark jeans, a shirt and a hoodie.. Joshua doesn't mind how he dresses, and it's not like he's found his style yet. But he knows he won't be wearing a school uniform 24/7, or some kind of silly cosplay.
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"There's not enough time to work hard and play hard, so you might as well have some fun while you work." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ PERSONALITY:
Joshue is still figuring out what he wants in life, he's struggling to find himself in a world that just piles on expectation after expectation. The stress he found in doing well made his dislike the attention and the expectations it brings along. So for the longest time Joshua would stay silent, do the bare minimum and never bring attention to himself to the point it has become ingraned into his character- where he struggles to match the pace of conversations should they be on topics he is unfamiliar with, and sometimes he doesn't have the energy at all to talk, opting to listen instead. But don't take this meakness as his only trait, the built up resentment of others able to do so much more than him have tipped him over an edge sometimes- there's no furious storm but when pushed he's found it more than within his right to lash out back. A problem that brought his powers out to light in the first place.
Unable to handle the stress, Joshua has found himself in a cycle of self-destruction where he struggles to change himself, to gain new skills, to learn, as the adversity or lack of his own abilities strips him of any energy to try, to practice, and to be watched is even worse. He hates to be seen outside of his comfort zone regardless of how he pretends to feel, and grows more frustrated as he continues to practice.
So maybe it's no surprise that Joshua finds himself the most comfortable around strangers- those who don't know him, have no expectations of him. He could talk for hours about the most pointless topics with a mood so chipper that you'd think he was Mr. Perfect- because he knows at the end of the day he isn't important enough in their lives for them to expect anything of him.. until they get closer.. until they become friends of a kind.. and the fear that he isn't doing enough for them grows.. that he isn't good enough in their eyes..
And the cycle continues...
In depth, describe how your character acts, their outlook on life, how they are deep down, their flaws. More detailed the better!
▼ SKILLS/TALENTS:
Joshua is resourceful- and sure he may not have had the time to learn twenty skills and five new langues and eight dead ones by the time he was three, but that just means he had more time to hone his abilities in what he was good at, and make the most of them. Although he might not look it , Josh is a people person, or I should say he gets people, more than that he gets in their head and can empathise with how they are and what they did. While there's no real method behind it, understanding how a person acts and from his own experiences Joshua's assumptions of what someone might do are fairly accurate. Even if he can be right in a while the fear of being wrong and seeming cruel, judging someone wrong and being judged back for it keeps his ego in check, and his mouth closed. Or he could just be super judgemental who knows.
Strangely, Joshua is unusually fast at low-skilled labour, especially ones that require going through repetitive motions again and again.
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"Alright people let's do this one last time." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ BACKSTORY:
My name is Joshua B. Istvan. I came into contact with Delta-Point energy and for the last two years I've been the one and only Deltahuman that I knew of. I'm pretty sure you know the rest. You see, I hid my powers, fell in love a few times, my mom married again, kept hiding my powers and avoided people, maybe too well, my family got testy, they made some dicey money choices, don't invest the rent in a Comic-themed restaurant. Then like a year passed, blah, blah, blah, super boring, a guy broke my arm, I broke his leg, my mom and step-dad split up. But I handled it like a champion. 'Cause you know what? No matter how many times I get hit, I always get back up. And I got a lot of time to reflect and work on myself. Did you know half of all marriages last for life? Could you imagine a person seeing another person and then making it work? She wanted kids... and it scared him. I'm pretty sure he broke her heart. Flash forward. I'm in the apartment doing push-ups, doing ab crunches, getting totally jacked, when this weird thing happened. And I gotta say, weird things never happen to me. But this was real freaky. You see, that guy I beat up before, well apparently there's a thing called excessive force, and apparently using powers you're no good at still counts as 'too much'. It took them a while to find me, but the government didn't stop looking- I became a registered Delta, and got sent off to this 'Academy 003'. I have a feeling that the thing that brings people here, is the kind of thing that gets people killed. You wanna know what happens next? Me too.
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"I know you want a rainbow, but the colours keep mixing man all I get is white." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
▼ CLASSIFICATION:
Type-Red.
▼ POWER INFORMATION:
Colour Absorption - Through his will, Joshua can absorb colours around him, removing it from their source and rendering targets colourless and grey. Objects function completely normal with the exception that creatures find themselves feeling colder than before. While he may absorb colours remotely the process is faster when he is in contact with a target. He stores these colours within himself to use in various ways but they are released slowly if stored for too long, and must be replenished over time. Colour returns naturally to the source once Joshua has used up their colours, and slowly saturates from a grey palette to the colours the source should be.
Colour Blast - Exerting himself, Joshua is able to release the pent up colours in a dazzling display of light that can blind anyone watching.
Chromakinetic Constructs - Using colours, Joshua can create tools, objects, weapons or any other item you can imagine. While naturally these objects are made from one colour, their size is limited to the amount of that colour Joshua holds, they are also rather brittle and break under some pressure- but using more colours in the creation of a construct grants them more strength, size and durability. Mixing uses different colours, and the strength of a mix is based around how different each colour is. If two similar tertiary colours (like for example red-purple and red-orange) were to mix the result would be far weaker than two fully saturated primary colours such as red and blue.
▼ LIMITS:
Joshua stores colours within himself to use in various ways but they are released slowly if stored for too long, and must be replenished over time. While he can concentrate to withhold colours for longer it puts a strain on his body until he gives in or passes out. The range of his absorption may increase in time, but for now it can reach no more than a few feet and even then the speed at which he can absorb leaves much to be desired. While he may be able to materialise fantastical constructs, they are limited in scope. Simpler creations are produced faster and require less colour to create, and the more complex the creation the longer it takes for Joshua to concentrate and shape it. Still untrained with his ability, the constructs he may create at this time are rigid and inflexible so while in time he may create softer or stranger constructs at this time they're all as hard as stone to the touch. With training he could produce appendages, giant pillows or bodies of water and liquids.
▼ WEAKNESSES:
Joshua's strength lies in the array of colours he can and has absorbed, in places with a monochrome colour palette his constructs and blasts lack strength and durability. He isn't immune to his own power either, and when he has exhausted his colour 'battery' Joshua may find himself using his own body colour- a mentally and physically taxing feat that gives him headaches, nosebleeds and strips his body of warmth until he is freezing, shortly after he will pass out. Constructs are no mean feat either, and Joshua can feel them as though they were an extension of his own body. He shares their sense of touch and pain regardless of how durable they are, when they become damaged he receives some amount of mental feedback, he feels their pain, and when they break it is as though one of his own bones has shattered. The stronger the construct the greater the pain when it breaks.
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"People are never perfect, they just seem that because you don't know them well enough. So why do I feel like I'm expected to be perfect for them." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Should one ask another for their favourite pleasure in the workplace, chances are it won't be the paperwork that comes with their position- chances are that won't be near the top of their list of 'things to enjoy at the office'. Now while more reasonable people would leave their paperwork for the last minute, giving a rushed presentation spewed with 'uhms', 'ahs' and incoherent mumbles- Benjamin didn't have this luxury. With the comings and goings required by his position, the long duration required to hunt down individuals meant that Olin's papers built up. Without submitting all of the outstanding documents before he left again, it would be anybody's guess when they'd be completed. Which was why Benjamin Olin was still at the Headquarters, working late into the night on his outstanding work rather than watching television at home. The desk he was using was devoid of any personal belongings, instead its teak cover was buried under scattered documents and paperweights that moved with the completion of each new paper.
A short blip came from Olin's phone and it took him a second to it. Putting down his pen,
- Sis -
You haven't been at the Guild in over a week, where are you? - June 28
Don't forget about the check up today. - July 15th
I can grab some pizza. Should I expect anyone else? - 9:30
No - 9:32
Alright, I'll see you later. Any idea when you'll arrive? - 9:33
Soon tl - 9:36 Here now. - 9:40
Echoes of thunder ripped through through the office room, and a faint trickling of shattered glass could be heard as it fell to the floor. Whilst lacking in tremors, all of the guild members present had flinched or or turned their heads in reaction. Some had ducked down to the ground and others, like Benjamin, had dropped what they had been holding. Leaning over to pick up his phone, Olin looks between the workers currently occupying the room, those who looked back gave questioning or knowing glances, certain of who was responsible.
"Laws are made to be followed, not to be ignored or discarded."
Name: Benjamin Olin Gender: Male Age: 22 Alignment: Guild Rank within Organisation: Captain
Birthmark Shape:Link Location of Birthmark: On the nape. Magical Abilities: Dust Form - Benjamin has the ability to transform himself, his clothing and, if he wishes, whatever he is touching into particles of grey-brown dust. In this form he can travel at fast speeds through the air and is less vulnerable to physical attacks.
Place of Birth: Santiago, Chile. Currently Residing: New York, New York. Personality: Benjamin is accustomed to working alone - Not everyone in the Guild is accepting of his ruthlessness which at times borders on excessive, nor does everyone view his work as righteous. Ergo he tends to be seen as a cruel individual who acts mercilessly to uphold Guild law although nobody can call his conviction into question, and how he is able to keep up with his tasks as a leader yet be away so often is a mystery to many. The only person he truly cares about is his sister, although they aren't on speaking term he would likely kill for her.
History/Bio: Born and raised in Chile till he was eleven. Once Benjamin's powers began to emerge he was taught the magic of his family though his single mother alongside his year-younger sister Emilia. Most importantly they were taught about the Guild and how the organisation protected people like their family, the duo were awestruck over the idea of such a powerful group and what it stood for. Thanks to the earning of their mother the duo were brought up in a relatively safe environment, not having to turn to criminals or the underworld to protect themselves the family grew up relatively innocent for the first ten years. Then the mother's employees commanded her over to work indefinitely overseas in the US. The family moved and grew accustomed to their new home and life - The children learned English and Benjamin's mother continued to train them in magic throughout the years as she juggled her personal life and the increasing strain of her work.
Benjamin was sixteen when his mother died. A botched burglary and a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't a targeted attack by a rogue magi, his mother died like any other mortal, though Benjamin didn't care about that fact. He couldn't believe that the Guild hadn't protected his mother. Logic be damned. To him it didn't matter if they couldn't, if they couldn't protect her then they weren't doing their damn job. They weren't following their own rules and laws. That was the only possibility in Ben's eyes and he was going to make sure that from now on they would. He'd make sure of it even if he had to deliver judgement himself. Ben and his sister were recruited and moved into the Guild headquarters.
While Emilia dealt with her loss with friendships Benjamin used his pain as a foci, he studied books from cover to end - memorising any and all laws that he could. Although the attack on the Guild by the Dark Shadow occurred a few years ago there was still an amount of somber and stress, as such Ben struggled to find a proper teacher. That was no matter to him, if he couldn't find anyone to train him then he would do what he could. For the first year within the guild he conditioned himself, training his body's strength and endurance in an attempt to compensate for his lack of martial training. The year after he finally received a teacher and began to train in the art of fighting.
By eighteen he became a member of the Guild and as such was sent on missions from higher-ups. At this point his ruthlessness was revealed, few missions ended in failure although Ben's limited extent of training meant that during the first few months he often returned bleeding or injured in some other way which caused some to speculate if he was ready for his position. If it wasn't for his animalistic endurance that they saw then perhaps they would have pulled him off of missions. The higher-ups never truly punished Ben for his sprees of violence. Even if Ben never left hotels smeared with blood or alleyways littered with corpses He often returned with one or two broken bodies - the corpses of those who refused to surrender to Ben and his one chance policy. Ben's notoriety spread, his own sister began to avoid him and although torn he knew he couldn't stop, nobody else was willing to uphold the laws. As the months went by Ben became much more efficient, returning with severe injuries less frequently than when he started. After two more years - at twenty - he must have impressed someone pretty high on the ladder with his effectiveness. He was promoted to Captain although he took this as an opportunity to choose his own hits, or "hunts" as he calls them. Even if he now has responsibilities he refuses to leave the field, much like how he refuses teammates to work alongside in his own missions, even though fieldwork can keep Ben away from the Guild office for weeks if not months. In all this time Ben still prefers missions involving the apprehension of magi or criminals, if he can stop them then he could be protecting others from such people. It's okay though. He only kills criminals, they're bound to break the law at some point....
There we go. Wondering if I can still use the old Benji.
Benjamin Olin
"Laws are made to be followed, not to be ignored or discarded."
Name: Benjamin Olin Gender: Male Age: 22 Alignment: Guild Rank within Organisation: Captain
Birthmark Shape:Link Location of Birthmark: On the nape. Magical Abilities: Dust Form - Benjamin has the ability to transform himself, his clothing and, if he wishes, whatever he is touching into particles of grey-brown dust. In this form he can travel at fast speeds through the air and is less vulnerable to physical attacks.
Place of Birth: Santiago, Chile. Currently Residing: New York, New York. Personality: Benjamin is accustomed to working alone - Not everyone in the Guild is accepting of his ruthlessness which at times borders on excessive, nor does everyone view his work as righteous. Ergo he tends to be seen as a cruel individual who acts mercilessly to uphold Guild law although nobody can call his conviction into question, and how he is able to keep up with his tasks as a leader yet be away so often is a mystery to many. The only person he truly cares about is his sister, although they aren't on speaking term he would likely kill for her.
History/Bio: Born and raised in Chile till he was eleven. Once Benjamin's powers began to emerge he was taught the magic of his family though his single mother alongside his year-younger sister Emilia. Most importantly they were taught about the Guild and how the organisation protected people like their family, the duo were awestruck over the idea of such a powerful group and what it stood for. Thanks to the earning of their mother the duo were brought up in a relatively safe environment, not having to turn to criminals or the underworld to protect themselves the family grew up relatively innocent for the first ten years. Then the mother's employees commanded her over to work indefinitely overseas in the US. The family moved and grew accustomed to their new home and life - The children learned English and Benjamin's mother continued to train them in magic throughout the years as she juggled her personal life and the increasing strain of her work.
Benjamin was sixteen when his mother died. A botched burglary and a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't a targeted attack by a rogue magi, his mother died like any other mortal, though Benjamin didn't care about that fact. He couldn't believe that the Guild hadn't protected his mother. Logic be damned. To him it didn't matter if they couldn't, if they couldn't protect her then they weren't doing their damn job. They weren't following their own rules and laws. That was the only possibility in Ben's eyes and he was going to make sure that from now on they would. He'd make sure of it even if he had to deliver judgement himself. Ben and his sister were recruited and moved into the Guild headquarters.
While Emilia dealt with her loss with friendships Benjamin used his pain as a foci, he studied books from cover to end - memorising any and all laws that he could. Although the attack on the Guild by the Dark Shadow occurred a few years ago there was still an amount of somber and stress, as such Ben struggled to find a proper teacher. That was no matter to him, if he couldn't find anyone to train him then he would do what he could. For the first year within the guild he conditioned himself, training his body's strength and endurance in an attempt to compensate for his lack of martial training. The year after he finally received a teacher and began to train in the art of fighting.
By eighteen he became a member of the Guild and as such was sent on missions from higher-ups. At this point his ruthlessness was revealed, few missions ended in failure although Ben's limited extent of training meant that during the first few months he often returned bleeding or injured in some other way which caused some to speculate if he was ready for his position. If it wasn't for his animalistic endurance that they saw then perhaps they would have pulled him off of missions. The higher-ups never truly punished Ben for his sprees of violence. Even if Ben never left hotels smeared with blood or alleyways littered with corpses He often returned with one or two broken bodies - the corpses of those who refused to surrender to Ben and his one chance policy. Ben's notoriety spread, his own sister began to avoid him and although torn he knew he couldn't stop, nobody else was willing to uphold the laws. As the months went by Ben became much more efficient, returning with severe injuries less frequently than when he started. After two more years - at twenty - he must have impressed someone pretty high on the ladder with his effectiveness. He was promoted to Captain although he took this as an opportunity to choose his own hits, or "hunts" as he calls them. Even if he now has responsibilities he refuses to leave the field, much like how he refuses teammates to work alongside in his own missions, even though fieldwork can keep Ben away from the Guild office for weeks if not months. In all this time Ben still prefers missions involving the apprehension of magi or criminals, if he can stop them then he could be protecting others from such people. It's okay though. He only kills criminals, they're bound to break the law at some point....
Name: Salem Adelaide de Silva Relationship: Warm Characters opinion of them: Salem isn't a leader because of her talent or because daddy spoiled her. She's there because she worked her way into that position and held on. I can respect that. She's also working to uphold the values of the system. Now that I support.
Name: Aliira Van Drauga Relationship: Acquaintances Characters opinion of them: I've heard of Aliira's resolve, like me she's injured herself in the line of duty and although she's naive the world will harden her with time. Maybe she'll be more willing to kill those deserving in the future.
Name: Zeke Deshotel Relationship: Acquaintances Characters opinion of them: Given enough of a push he'll do what needs to be done.
Name: August Donovan Relationship: Unknown Characters opinion of them: I don't know much about this kid, like me he seems to have lost someone... Lets hope he's worth recruiting.
Name: Circe Masers Relationship: Hates - Enemies - Nemesis Characters opinion of them: She's insane. A threat to everyone. The sooner I kill that psycho the better.
Oh snap it's back! Should I celebrate now or after the main thread is created? :D
I hope Benji is still good enough to be accepted, I can change him if he doesn't fit with the new setting!
Benjamin Olin
"Laws are made to be followed, not to be ignored or discarded."
Name: Benjamin Olin Gender: Male Age: 22 Alignment: Guild Rank within Organisation: Captain
Birthmark Shape:Link Location of Birthmark: On the nape. Magical Abilities: Dust Form - Benjamin has the ability to transform himself, his clothing and, if he wishes, whatever he is touching into particles of grey-brown dust. In this form he can travel at fast speeds through the air and is less vulnerable to physical attacks.
Place of Birth: Santiago, Chile. Currently Residing: New York, New York. Personality: Benjamin is accustomed to working alone - Not everyone in the Guild is accepting of his ruthlessness which at times borders on excessive, nor does everyone view his work as righteous. Ergo he tends to be seen as a cruel individual who acts mercilessly to uphold Guild law although nobody can call his conviction into question, and how he is able to keep up with his tasks as a leader yet be away so often is a mystery to many. The only person he truly cares about is his sister, although they aren't on speaking term he would likely kill for her.
History/Bio: Born and raised in Chile till he was eleven. Once Benjamin's powers began to emerge he was taught the magic of his family though his single mother alongside his year-younger sister Emilia. Most importantly they were taught about the Guild and how the organisation protected people like their family, the duo were awestruck over the idea of such a powerful group and what it stood for. Thanks to the earning of their mother the duo were brought up in a relatively safe environment, not having to turn to criminals or the underworld to protect themselves the family grew up relatively innocent for the first ten years. Then the mother's employees commanded her over to work indefinitely overseas in the US. The family moved and grew accustomed to their new home and life - The children learned English and Benjamin's mother continued to train them in magic throughout the years as she juggled her personal life and the increasing strain of her work.
Benjamin was sixteen when his mother died. A botched burglary and a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't a targeted attack by a rogue magi, his mother died like any other mortal, though Benjamin didn't care about that fact. He couldn't believe that the Guild hadn't protected his mother. Logic be damned. To him it didn't matter if they couldn't, if they couldn't protect her then they weren't doing their damn job. They weren't following their own rules and laws. That was the only possibility in Ben's eyes and he was going to make sure that from now on they would. He'd make sure of it even if he had to deliver judgement himself. Ben and his sister were recruited and moved into the Guild headquarters.
While Emilia dealt with her loss with friendships Benjamin used his pain as a foci, he studied books from cover to end - memorising any and all laws that he could. Although the attack on the Guild by the Dark Shadow occurred a few years ago there was still an amount of somber and stress, as such Ben struggled to find a proper teacher. That was no matter to him, if he couldn't find anyone to train him then he would do what he could. For the first year within the guild he conditioned himself, training his body's strength and endurance in an attempt to compensate for his lack of martial training. The year after he finally received a teacher and began to train in the art of fighting.
By eighteen he became a member of the Guild and as such was sent on missions from higher-ups. At this point his ruthlessness was revealed, few missions ended in failure although Ben's limited extent of training meant that during the first few months he often returned bleeding or injured in some other way which caused some to speculate if he was ready for his position. If it wasn't for his animalistic endurance that they saw then perhaps they would have pulled him off of missions. The higher-ups never truly punished Ben for his sprees of violence. Even if Ben never left hotels smeared with blood or alleyways littered with corpses He often returned with one or two broken bodies - the corpses of those who refused to surrender to Ben and his one chance policy. Ben's notoriety spread, his own sister began to avoid him and although torn he knew he couldn't stop, nobody else was willing to uphold the laws. As the months went by Ben became much more efficient, returning with severe injuries less frequently than when he started. After two more years - at twenty - he must have impressed someone pretty high on the ladder with his effectiveness. He was promoted to Captain although he took this as an opportunity to choose his own hits, or "hunts" as he calls them. Even if he now has responsibilities he refuses to leave the field, much like how he refuses teammates to work alongside in his own missions, even though fieldwork can keep Ben away from the Guild office for weeks if not months. In all this time Ben still prefers missions involving the apprehension of magi or criminals, if he can stop them then he could be protecting others from such people. It's okay though. He only kills criminals, they're bound to break the law at some point....
Name: Salem Adelaide de Silva Relationship: Warm Characters opinion of them: Salem isn't a leader because of her talent or because daddy spoiled her. She's there because she worked her way into that position and held on. I can respect that. She's also working to uphold the values of the system. Now that I support.
Name: Aliira Van Drauga Relationship: Acquaintances Characters opinion of them: I've heard of Aliira's resolve, like me she's injured herself in the line of duty and although she's naive the world will harden her with time. Maybe she'll be more willing to kill those deserving in the future.
Name: Zeke Deshotel Relationship: Acquaintances Characters opinion of them: Given enough of a push he'll do what needs to be done.
Name: August Donovan Relationship: Unknown Characters opinion of them: I don't know much about this kid, like me he seems to have lost someone... Lets hope he's worth recruiting.
Name: Circe Masers Relationship: Hates - Enemies - Nemesis Characters opinion of them: She's insane. A threat to everyone. The sooner I kill that psycho the better.
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