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Generation - inFamous RP

Name: (Nolan Laurent) (Audio)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Nolan

Side: Neutral
Personality: Moody and reflective when talking about his identity, when dealing with anything else, energetic and impulsive. His soft spots are for children and things relating to comic books. They seem to grasp at a childhood he loved, and as such he wouldn’t intentionally harm either thing without a purpose.
Biography: Nolan was born in Montreal, raised by two loving parents, who didn’t think anything of their kid, anything at all pertaining to powers. He always loved to be loud and up-front with interactions, hanging out with kids his age and reading graphic novels. His time at school was normal, until one day during highschool a peculiar event went down. Nolan was at a track meet with his friends, and all of a sudden, he caught up to the fellow in first place without moving any faster. Immediately, the coach pulled him into the principal’s office, and his parents were alerted. As soon as possible, Nolan was booted from his home. He started to move southeast from there, taking temporary jobs and homes, and residing with people he hardly knew. He continued on this path until he reached New York City, despite some hearing of the Syndicate involvement.
Power: Sound Perception/Manipulation
Power-:
Sonic Rush: If Nolan can see a spot, and there is a noise made there or someone is perceiving noise there, he can instantly appear there. Think of it as teleporting with a prerequisite.
Sonic Crescents:Nolan is able to produce sounds and force the waves to stay close together as well as vibrate together. This essentially lets him create vibrating ‘razors’ in the air for weak projectiles.
Sonic Blast: A powerful blast, that unless charged will lose strength over distance.
Sonic Volley: A blast as dangerous as a punch has minimal cost to him, letting him essentially rapid-fire-punch without contact.

Other: Nolan has started to take on an odd look, as if to embrace his lack of normalcy.

Generation - inFamous RP

So, would it be a bad time to try to enter the RP? I have a character sheet saved on a word document and everything.

The Supernovas

Rowan blinkered awake, rubbing his head and groaning. "Eugh, huh?" He tried to stand up, but still found himself disoriented by the surprise scream. He had to stabilize with his baton, then looking to the others. "No really, what the hell is going on?" He flipped up his hood, looking around. "I woke up this morning... not feeling like myself... but then I remembered... I just don't -know- myself... and this... this isn't helping me get my bearings... I can't do it..." He then looked down, sculpting his baton into shoulder pads, as his arms sank low. His hands were open, like he lost all hope and interest.

The Supernovas

Rowan grunted. "Nononononono. This can't be real..." His boxes collapsed, leaving him on the floor. He panicked, and a column of blocks shot him out of the opening on the top. He tumbled and then stopped, the effort breaking his pincer-like baton in half. He gritted his teeth, re-sculpting the baton. Rowan nodded to Sky. "What the hell is this? What does this mean?" Rowan looked around. "E-eh?" But then the sound hit him, toppling the lad upon the ship. His hair splayed out now that the hood fell back. His baton fell from his hands, and suddenly the world faded from his view. He was unconscious.

The Supernovas

Rowan felt more water creep towards him, and the touch of it on his boots was frightening. He looked around, seeing the water rush in. "Eurgh..." He grunted, the stress of it all forming a wooden box around him, with a little air hole on the top. He continued to stay in there as he awaited what was next. He then formed a box ontop of the box, and forcibly crammed himself into the second, air hole almost touching the ceiling as he sat there looking up. The roar of the water calmed him now that he could no longer see it.

The Supernovas

Rowan shuddered, looking directly at Sky. "Err... what -is- this? What happened?" He tried to keep it cool, but his tone of voice was still frantic and anxiety-laced. He held up his right hand, contained in a wooden box. "And... this?" He sighed, then looking around. "Eh...eh....err..." His eyes flickered around as he tried to make sense of what was all going on, and yet it was a battle he was losing. He shuddered again, the hand's case all falling apart into little wooden cubes at his feet. "This can't be real..."

The Supernovas

Rowan stood up, yanking the hood back in place. He formed his baton pieces around his right hand in a block shape, looking around. Noticing the ship's condition and Sky running past, he tried to run after. "Hold up. Hold up. What was and -is- all of this?" He shouted, continuing to run down and to the bridge. A simple thought crossed Rowan's mind. (What was it like for me before this experience?) This thought was simply stamped out, as he continued his current pace, eyes ahead.

The Supernovas

The impact forced Rowan tumbling down and back, and in his attempt to stop it, his baton came off in little discs like a sliced carrot, all the little rounded bits rolling around him for a brief moment. He panted for a moment, the rolling stopping. Rowan was exhausted, and rolled over. He then fell down, lying in a pile of his baton materials. He peeled back his hood, revealing his pallid face and deep sapphire eyes. His long straight brown hair seemed to cling to his hood from all the sweat and containment unit gel in the hood. "Augh..." Rowan grunted, then going on to be perfectly silent.

The Supernovas

Rowan squatted, leering out the window as the ship zoomed onward. He checked his hood, and to his pleasure, it remained on his head where he left it. He looked around to the others. "Tell me you aren't hostile, if you would be so kind." He tugged at his cloth wraps and furs to align them, gauntlets being set in place. Rowan had hundreds of thoughts and scenarios on his mind, but this was only reflected in his mouth, as he bit his lip and looked onward to Earth.

The Supernovas

Rowan felt the shift in vectors as well, tumbling to the ceiling and acquainting himself with it as the new floor. He stood up, nodding to Sky. His eyes flickered around the room before settling upon the position of her eyes. "I got here just now. Does it matter though? I mean, we're all trying to get out of here. But while we're on the subject, who are you?" He sighed, looking around once more about the place. "Eh... Where are we?" He looked to his hands, still clean and sterile from the chamber but feeling much grittier than a moment ago.