Hey, just thought I'd toss my hat into the ring in case you guys are still accepting applicants.
Name: César Ramirez
Age: 16 (Junior)
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Half Black/Half Hispanic)
Power: Personal Gravity Manipulation
Personality: César is a noble soul who strives to make the best of whatever situation he’s placed in. He attempts to maintain a positive, focused attitude when given a task to complete, and is genuine sort of guy. Honest, but not brutally so, and hardworking, César is the consummate sum of his mother’s military discipline and his father’s idealistic perceptions.
Likes: Planes, Skydiving, Alternative Music, Honesty, Organization, Working Out, Biking.
Dislikes: Deception, Arrogance, Bullies, Laziness, Prejudice.
History: The Ramirez family has roots in Pavar, with César’s mother coming from the small town, but César does not. His mother an Air Force pilot, César was born and raised a military brat and was used to traveling across the country to whatever military base his family was assigned to. He spent most of his early life in this manner, hooping from one city to the next, never staying still and never really having the chance to make strong friendships with anyone outside of his family. As such, the Ramirez family is a tightknit one, and César would do anything for any member of his blood; be it little sister or great aunt. Fate would have it that his grandfather, a veteran of WWII and a fellow pilot, took severely ill, and, with César’s grandmother dying a few years prior, had no one to take of him. As such, César and the rest of his family moved out to Pavar to take care of their ailing elder for whatever few years he had left.
Awakening: The brisk night air knifed through César’s thin jacket with ease, shocking the sleep from the youth’s weary form as he travelled farther and farther from the warm lights of Parvar. It had been almost a month since his arrival to the tired little town, and still César felt out of place. He understood that he was a new kid in a small town, and that it would take a while for the resident’s to get used to him, but he’d be damned if the residents didn’t make him feel like an alien in his own skin. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to the foreign feeling of a new place, a new home, he’d gotten plenty of experience with that as his family jumped from army base to army base. It was the fact that his family wasn’t likely to leave for a long time, that he would probably spend the good part of a few years with these people. And in his month in Pavar, he had yet to make a single friend.
César always relied on his mother’s propensity to get reassigned rather quickly to excuse his lack of enthusiasm when it came to making friends. He figured that, since he would probably be moving within three months of meeting anyone his own age, that there was no point to getting to know someone on a personal or intimate level. But now, his way out had been eradicated. His escape was hamstrung, and he was anchored to Pavar and its people. He couldn’t even rely on his family for consul or advice, with his mother and father busy with their new jobs and his little sister preoccupied with her upcoming Eighth Grade school year. The entire affair filled César with an uncomfortable frustration, one which buzzed and bite at the back of his mind.
So, César did what he always did when he found himself in a foul mood. He moved as fast as he could in the quickest manner possible away from the issue. At the moment, the issue seemed to be Pavar.
It proved this manner of thinking which lead the youth biking, off-road, in an area he knew little to nothing about. In retrospect, not his brightest moment.
Regardless, César found solace in the rugged and twisting paths which littered the rocky gorge he had stumbled upon. He took his biking slowly at first, not one to abandon all sense in a fit of anger, but his tentative efforts took a more bold approach as he grew in confidence. His troubles seemed to float away and join the speckled night sky as he pedaled through the tumultuous terrain which surrounded him. Any frustrations, any annoyances, any doubts which tore at his conscious mind, all but vanished as the cool night wind rushed against his grinning face. Unfortunately for César, as his elation grew, so too did his concern for his own safety falter and crack. It took but one fateful error to send César tumbling down the sheer cliff which crept at the edge of the rocky terrain. One mistake to change his life forever.
César unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as he rocketed down the edge of the cliff, bike tumbling after him with uproarious discontent. Wind, cold and uncaring, blasted upwards against his face, and the whole of the world seemed to slow down around him as he crashed towards his end. Fear gripped his heart as the ground rushed to meet him, and hot tears streamed across his face as the final thoughts of his family burned bright in his mind. His grandfather’s grim, weathered face. His mother’s rare smiles. His father’s eager, caring eyes. His sister’s echoing laughter, so young and so full of life. He would never get to see her grow old, never meet the man she would marry, never get to reminisce about growing up together or the stupid games they played. He would lose the chance to make those memories with her, with everyone.
“NO!” he screamed, begging for life in a final, defiant plea which echoed across the canyon’s cavernous depths. For once, the world seemed to listen.
His hands crossed over his crying eyes, César waited for the collision that never came. Slowly, he peeled his tear-soaked sleeves away from his eyes, and found himself staring at ground inches away from his face. He was hovering, floating more like, surrounded in an aura of pale white light.
“Holy shit. Holy. Shit.”
In an event that should have resulted in his death, César instead found within himself an ability that humans have sought after since the species first glimpsed birds soar through the air.
César could fly.
Well, float. Flying could come later, because right now, César was just happy to be alive. Scared shitless of what just happened and what he had just done, but happy nonetheless.
Age: 16 (Junior)
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Half Black/Half Hispanic)
Power: Personal Gravity Manipulation
Personality: César is a noble soul who strives to make the best of whatever situation he’s placed in. He attempts to maintain a positive, focused attitude when given a task to complete, and is genuine sort of guy. Honest, but not brutally so, and hardworking, César is the consummate sum of his mother’s military discipline and his father’s idealistic perceptions.
Likes: Planes, Skydiving, Alternative Music, Honesty, Organization, Working Out, Biking.
Dislikes: Deception, Arrogance, Bullies, Laziness, Prejudice.
History: The Ramirez family has roots in Pavar, with César’s mother coming from the small town, but César does not. His mother an Air Force pilot, César was born and raised a military brat and was used to traveling across the country to whatever military base his family was assigned to. He spent most of his early life in this manner, hooping from one city to the next, never staying still and never really having the chance to make strong friendships with anyone outside of his family. As such, the Ramirez family is a tightknit one, and César would do anything for any member of his blood; be it little sister or great aunt. Fate would have it that his grandfather, a veteran of WWII and a fellow pilot, took severely ill, and, with César’s grandmother dying a few years prior, had no one to take of him. As such, César and the rest of his family moved out to Pavar to take care of their ailing elder for whatever few years he had left.
Awakening: The brisk night air knifed through César’s thin jacket with ease, shocking the sleep from the youth’s weary form as he travelled farther and farther from the warm lights of Parvar. It had been almost a month since his arrival to the tired little town, and still César felt out of place. He understood that he was a new kid in a small town, and that it would take a while for the resident’s to get used to him, but he’d be damned if the residents didn’t make him feel like an alien in his own skin. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to the foreign feeling of a new place, a new home, he’d gotten plenty of experience with that as his family jumped from army base to army base. It was the fact that his family wasn’t likely to leave for a long time, that he would probably spend the good part of a few years with these people. And in his month in Pavar, he had yet to make a single friend.
César always relied on his mother’s propensity to get reassigned rather quickly to excuse his lack of enthusiasm when it came to making friends. He figured that, since he would probably be moving within three months of meeting anyone his own age, that there was no point to getting to know someone on a personal or intimate level. But now, his way out had been eradicated. His escape was hamstrung, and he was anchored to Pavar and its people. He couldn’t even rely on his family for consul or advice, with his mother and father busy with their new jobs and his little sister preoccupied with her upcoming Eighth Grade school year. The entire affair filled César with an uncomfortable frustration, one which buzzed and bite at the back of his mind.
So, César did what he always did when he found himself in a foul mood. He moved as fast as he could in the quickest manner possible away from the issue. At the moment, the issue seemed to be Pavar.
It proved this manner of thinking which lead the youth biking, off-road, in an area he knew little to nothing about. In retrospect, not his brightest moment.
Regardless, César found solace in the rugged and twisting paths which littered the rocky gorge he had stumbled upon. He took his biking slowly at first, not one to abandon all sense in a fit of anger, but his tentative efforts took a more bold approach as he grew in confidence. His troubles seemed to float away and join the speckled night sky as he pedaled through the tumultuous terrain which surrounded him. Any frustrations, any annoyances, any doubts which tore at his conscious mind, all but vanished as the cool night wind rushed against his grinning face. Unfortunately for César, as his elation grew, so too did his concern for his own safety falter and crack. It took but one fateful error to send César tumbling down the sheer cliff which crept at the edge of the rocky terrain. One mistake to change his life forever.
César unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as he rocketed down the edge of the cliff, bike tumbling after him with uproarious discontent. Wind, cold and uncaring, blasted upwards against his face, and the whole of the world seemed to slow down around him as he crashed towards his end. Fear gripped his heart as the ground rushed to meet him, and hot tears streamed across his face as the final thoughts of his family burned bright in his mind. His grandfather’s grim, weathered face. His mother’s rare smiles. His father’s eager, caring eyes. His sister’s echoing laughter, so young and so full of life. He would never get to see her grow old, never meet the man she would marry, never get to reminisce about growing up together or the stupid games they played. He would lose the chance to make those memories with her, with everyone.
“NO!” he screamed, begging for life in a final, defiant plea which echoed across the canyon’s cavernous depths. For once, the world seemed to listen.
His hands crossed over his crying eyes, César waited for the collision that never came. Slowly, he peeled his tear-soaked sleeves away from his eyes, and found himself staring at ground inches away from his face. He was hovering, floating more like, surrounded in an aura of pale white light.
“Holy shit. Holy. Shit.”
In an event that should have resulted in his death, César instead found within himself an ability that humans have sought after since the species first glimpsed birds soar through the air.
César could fly.
Well, float. Flying could come later, because right now, César was just happy to be alive. Scared shitless of what just happened and what he had just done, but happy nonetheless.