World Traveler

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Before I finish my character sheet I wanted to know about my power being acceptable. Namely because it would play a large role in my characters personal statement. Please feel free to PM me concerns or comments so we don't flood the OOC with just my character power conversation.

PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name

Devin Coal

Gender

Male

Nationality

Canadian

Age

18

D.O.B.

April 6th

Appearance


Hair Color

Brown

Eye Color

Vantablack

Ethnicity

Canadian / Irish / Polish / German / French

Height

155 cm

Weight

68 kg

Powers & Abilities

Power Name

Black Eyes

Power Description

Mental and physical control over Dark Matter that collects in my eyes.

Abilities

My eyes are somehow capable of collecting dark matter in the same way a magnet attracts other metal. At least that is how the doctor explained it. It means that supposedly, with a lot of concentration, I should be able to control this matter by either combustion through the process called annihilation or solidify it. A lot of these words I don't entirely understand, but they are how the scientists talked. One thing that happened during the testing was I seemed to 'infect' a doctor with the matter when I got scared and my eyes shot some matter at him. The matter hit his eyes causing him to lose his eyesight, but it quickly returned when I calmed down.

• Devin's eyes are lined with an unknown substance that collects antimatter.
• This matter can be controlled by Devin mentally concentrating.
• Devin can concentrate and move the dark matter from his eyes; thereby, 'curing' his blindness.
• This energy can be released only from his eyes.
• The energy can either become explosive or solid though if it is a solid

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:

I don't really know. I am still learning what strengths I even have with this power. I guess if I don't concentrate the matter returns to my eyes and I return to being blind.

About You

Family:

Mother-Linda Coal
Dad-Sean Coal
Sister-Emily Coal

Personal Statement

I am special even for most of your applicants I guess. Being both special in the powers way and special in the normal way means I check plenty of boxes when I have to fill out forms like these. That said the most common questions I get asked are usually the best to get out of the way. I am big into music and my favorite sport is baseball. It has the best soundtrack. Also the large amount of numbers let me understand the game nearly as well as everyone else. Other sports like Hockey or Football are a little trickier for me.

It has only happened in a small scale, but I am scared to touch other people with my hands. The doctors said that dark matter can go through a process called annihilation which is where matter and dark matter meet causing them to both explode. Not sure if you have a special place at the school for people like me, but it would make me feel better if people didn't get scared around me.

I know I am lucky in the grand scheme of things. My disability hasn't destroyed my family, but seems to have brought us all closer together. They are excited for me, but I also know they are worried about me. They think I might mope around because they don't know what else I can do, but I am excited to learn about what my abilities can do. After all learning more about how I can control them could be the key to unlocking my ability to see. I don't dislike being blind mind you. I came to terms with it a long time ago, but if there is a chance to improve my sight I want to take it and will apply myself completely towards that goal.

Sample post

The constant buzzing of Devin's alarm clock woke him with the same relentless efficiency he had come to expect for its kind. Groaning over his inability to catch up on sleep he reached over to slam a hand on the snooze button. In a flash light that exposed his clean, almost pristine, room came through his eyes as his eyes fired a short burst of dark matter. When it made contact with the alarm clock a white light exploded and the clock was blown up into several dozen pieces.

It was several moments before Devin was able to relax. He swore at himself over the broken pieces of the alarm clock could be felt around his feet. When he got up from bed he had to slide his feet across the carpet so he didn't step on any sharp pieces of plastic. Nyx, his seeing eye dog, was already up and off the bed. She had a habit of sitting next to him while he dressed for the day. His shirts were mostly organized by his mother, but for the most part a white shirt and jeans was the look Devin sported during the weekends.

After putting his shoes on Devin clicked his fingers and Nyx moved next to him. He put her harness on with little difficulty. With everything locked and loaded the two made their way towards the back door of the house. When he opened the door he could tell it was going to be a beautiful day from the warm feeling he got as he was bathed in the morning sun. The two left the house just as he heard his sister starting the shower.

As Devin walked down the sidewalk he heard all the familiar sounds of his street welcoming the morning. HE could hear Jane and her friend Michelle going about their morning jog. They said hello as the passed and Devin nodding back with a smile. The sound of doors opening as those with jobs downtown headed out early to beat the traffic.A school bus also made its way down carrying the chaos that was 30 plus kids between the ages of terror and spaz. All of these were a part of the picture Devin had for his street and he loved every one of them. Turning the next block he decided it was time to head back. The sound of a light rumble could be heard and Devin wasn't interested in racing a storm home.

The One That Drives You Crazy

If interested please PM me as I am going to unsubscribe to this. Thank you.

Romancing the Artifact

Devin was left at the bar as Brandy stomped out into the early afternoon sun. The heat would be sweltering shortly so Devin saw himself already preparing to go out and join her. An awkward look from the bartender made him feel the need to explain. "She is new to the world we live in." The line was stale mostly due to Devin's slightly tired tone. He had just spent the better part of a half hour on high alert and tense. The line might have fallen flat as far as delivery, but the understanding nod he got from the man behind the bar showed just how true the words were.

The world Devin lived in was not one where people spoke highly of your achievements. It was a world were your achievements got you killed if the wrong person found out. One where information wasn't just expensive, but worth your life. Devin loved it and cursed it all in one word. "$h*t." He said as he figured he had lost Brandy as an ally. He wasn't sure why it hit him so hard, but he had a feeling it had to do with his horrible luck in women.

Devin's acceptance over Brandy leaving was short lived as he remembered what Codex had said. The tickets weren't under his name. If he wanted to meet The Librarian he would need to convince Brandy to at least get him through the front door of the party. Rushing out of the bar and looking around he saw that she hadn't made it more than a few paces. He grabbed the phone in hopes he had stopped her from calling a taxi. "Look I need you Brandy. Codex said the tickets are under your name. All I need is for you to get me past the front gate. Then you can use the open bar and walk away."

As far as persuasive arguments went Devin was sure it was one of his worst, but the only other thing he had to offer was a nice night out. "Look I know you got hit with the reality hammer. Happens to everyone. But I can't have you back out now. You don't need me I know that, but as far as owing people goes I will owe you big." Devin pulled the watches out he had stolen earlier. "I went to the ATM and got some money for us to get dolled up. If I can squeeze into the cage called a suit can I get you into a dress? My treat."

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY) - Super-School Interest Check

@Tyler

If it helps at all we can just change the power to control over a small amount of dark matter energy. Really the only reason I used a dark/shadow based name for it is because I felt it the best single word description. In another summery the energy that causes Devin to be blind is in fact controllable; so with practice he can no longer be blind and apply the energy in another way such as having it explode from his hands or attach itself to another person (Causing them to go blind.) It is also important to note that this isn't a energy he can create a large amount of. He couldn't create a whole sword as this is energy that is "bottled" around his eyes. I have an idea that he can at the cost of his energy and health create a large amount, but I don't like having "O crap" buttons with powers.

Would that clear up the issue of it being labeled as a form of Umbrakinesis?

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY) - Super-School Interest Check

Alright I think I have thought through what sort of power I am looking to use in this role play. It requires a bit of explaining at first; however, bare with me and see it through.

Short Version - Umbrakinesis

Long Version - My character will have the ability to manipulate a small amount of darkness. Specifically the darkness that causes him to be blind. At first it was believed that Devin (my characters name most likely) was simply born blind, but during a few dangerous moments Devin suddenly began to see and a unknown 'dark energy' sprung from his body and saved him. The way I see this being used is that at will *After much practice* Devin can focus on the dark energy covering his eyes and use them either to shoot concussive blasts of dark matter or transmit the energy into a physical object like a weapon. For short periods of time he can even 'infect' his darn energy on others making them blind. Important to note that this power does not give him the ability to teleport or control shadows.

If this is acceptable I would like to know as soon as possible so I can continue to build around this power. If not happy to stick around and figure something else out.

Romancing the Artifact

Having been holding his breath silently during the two women duel with words Devin was happy to see the conversation moving on. Every time he had to deal with Codex in the past he had always been burned and while this bar had seen a lot of love in the past its new shiny feel was obviously thanks to Codex's patronage. Another file in the long list of reasons women have often been trouble for him. The reason he had ended up in that prison hospital was because he had been arrested for doing a job with some of Codex's men. At the time he thought he was liberating a few pieces of Nazi artworks from a horrible private collection. Turns out he was stealing from a prison warden and the whole job went south real fast.

"You owe me a sit down with The Librarian." Devin said in a stern voice. "The only thing I am missing is original text of Marco Polo's journey. The only person in the world who might know where Rustichello da Pisa original notes and writings are is The Librarian. I know he doesn't deal with people like me, but I thought you might have an invitation." Devin was careful about his word choice when discussing the favor.

While some call him a myth those in the know are always aware of the mysterious collector known as 'The Librarian' He was the mysterious bidder who bought first additions well above their value. He also seemed to have a near unlimited supply of money to purchase these books or pay for the cost in recovering them. What put Devin on edge was almost no one knew who he was. Devin looked back over at Brandy and then over to Codex "Can you help me or not?"

Codex was unreadable while Devin asked for the favor. She then clicked her fingers and the big man in a suit walked over. She whispered in his ear and he pulled a phone out. "One moment dears." She sand and then pulled the phone to her ear after punching in a phone number. During the ringing Devin leaned over to Brandy.

"This is going well." He said and then flashed a smile at her.

Codex began talking to someone on the other side of the line. "Yes I need to speak with him." There was a slight pause. "I have a..." At this point Codex looked at Devin and then Brandy whom she gave a warm smile. "I have a friend who may be in need of your services and archive. No need for an acquisition I believe he just needs a few copies." Devin couldn't make out the other voice or its reply before Codex clicked the phone dead and handed it back to the suit who promptly took it back.

"You will be approached this evening at the ambassadors party being held at the German Consulate. I will get you on the list. You can take my place. I usually find them a complete bore." Codex stood up and looked over at Devin. "Dress appropriately. I am not having you sully my name like you did at the winery." Codex then looked over at Brandy. "I am leaving you in charge. The tickets will be under Brandy Parks. Also make sure you return him in workable condition." Codex's face then turned stern almost threatening. "I don't mind people borrowing my toys, but I don't allow them to be returned broken." With those final words Codex left with the man in the suit following close behind.

"This went a lot better than I thought it would." Devin said after a respectable silence. "Looks like we have some time to prepare before the meeting." Devin went over to the bar and started to pay for the drinks.

"Madam has already paid for you sir." The bartender said as he motioned to the door that Codex left.

Romancing the Artifact

As the two reached the market Devin found a few choice ATM's walking around. When he and Brandy split up he bumped into a few wealthy expensive watch wearing aristocrat types and relinquished them of their wrists burden. Shortly after that he found a few stalls that would take the watches as credit and before long he was wearing some well-fitting jeans and a plain white shirt with a trim, but effective, coat for the evening. The other watches he planned on using as either a bribe or possibly to get some more ammunition for his 9mm. One clip was hardly enough to rely on if he found himself in a situation where he needed it.

After rejoining with Brandy the question of where to go hung in the air. He wasn't sure if it was Andrews’s threat or his own hesitation that had him wondering if he should bring Brandy along. This struggle was noticed by Brandy who made a face best akin to 'Don't fucking try.' With the silent conversation done Devin began talking. "There is a bar down this road. Bit of a dive, but the place is cleaner than most of the people inside. There is an old...." Devin paused as he debated how to describe the person. "Acquaintance who might be able to help."

The two started to make their way down the road that quickly went from busy local foot traffic to slow somewhat sketchy surroundings. A small light could be seen pointed at a sign that read "The Library" in Arabic and English. The place had long ago been a classic gentleman's restaurant with big dance nights and plenty of liquor and money. Those days were decades past now as the place was mostly run down. Still the bar had a charm that Devin had come to expect from most places he did business.

The two made their way to the bar and after Devin ordered a rusty nail and an old fashion and then looked to Brandy to order her drink. "The other is for our guest." he said as she eyed the two drinks. The two then took their drink and made their way to the back area where there was a large dance floor and then booths where people could expect a level of privacy. They sat there and began to wait. "If anything starts looking off I want you to just follow my lead. Namely duck." Devin said as he sipped his rusty nail.

Shortly after that the booth they were at was met with a large set man who seemed a little over dressed for the place. Perhaps in the past when the dance floor was used he would have fit in, but now he just looked like a wannabe security guard for a politician. He motioned for Devin to get up. Devin didn't see the point and instead just showed his hand. Reaching behind his back he pulled the 9mm out and put it on the table. "No need to show me yours guerrilla." Devin then turned to look around. "Where's Codex?"

"Right here pudding." A woman's voice said. "Seems this little meeting is a double date." The woman speaking stood at about 5'10 feet tall and while she wasn't wearing heels her body seemed to carry itself with a much taller grandeur. "I was surprised to hear from you Devin. Since the last time we met I figured we had a bridge, at best on, fire. Did you get the flowers I sent you? I thought it was the least I could do."

Grabbing his gun and putting it back behind his waist Devin had a sarcastic smile on his face as he shook his head. "The flowers were nice. The prison hospital had a lack of color." Looking over at the woman he saw it best to get down to business. "Codex I want to call in my favor." He held his voice steady and didn't break eye contact.

"Excuse me?" Codex's voice showed some amount of confusion and humor. "As far as favors go I never owe them." You must have me mistaken for some other chump." She then looked over at Brandy and smiled. "I like the new model. Much better than the red head. Though considering how hot she burned I am surprised she didn't turn you off women all together." Codex seemed to flash an all too cocky smile at the two and then started to light a smoke.

"When you get someone shot you owe them. That is how it is in my book and that is how it is in your book." Devin wasn't getting angry, but he was getting restless. The longer they weren't on the same page the better chances this whole meeting had of going south. Normally he would be fine letting Codex play her little games, but considering Egypt was not a place he wanted to be in for long and this bar was likely full of eyes and ears not hospitable he was eager to get moving.

(feel free to control any character. Just realized we are using the OOC for this lol)

The One That Drives You Crazy

Still interested in doing a Spider-Man / Black Cat role play if anyone else is interested.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY) - Super-School Interest Check

I will be doing a character who is blind, and has a seeing eye dog. Not sure what power I will give him as of yet, but I am planning on basing the character around Daredevils abilities.

Romancing the Artifact

The flight was mostly uneventful with Brandy sleeping and Devin laboring over the objects in his hand and the journal in his lap. Over and over he seemed to run through every bit of parchment he had copied and every note he had jotted down. Still the answer hadn’t come to him. He had hit plenty of road blocks in past projects, but nothing like the one he was up against now.

In the past road blocks had been usually man made ones. An unsafe country where treasure hunters were less than likely to make it out with all their extremities, or competing groups making more obstacles. This time Devin was against a wall built with the worst sort of blockage. Lack of information and clues. It was hard to imagine where the next clue could be or even begin to understand how daunting the task could be without learning just a little bit more.

Finally the flight was reaching its end and Devin packed everything back up. There was determination in his face, but some amount of defeat in his hands. The small group emptied out of the plane after it had taxied to a hanger. Each said their goodbye with Devin’s earning a threat of death should anything happen to Devin’s new field partner. “Something tells me she can take care of herself…” Devin muttered to himself after shaking Andrews’s hand.

During the few moments he allowed himself a free thought Devin continually returned to musing about Brandy. Her ability to just jump along for the ride was staggering and something he had never encountered before. Put that personality and add the brain she clearly had and he couldn’t map anything out as far as her background or current status other than she was some sort of archeologist.

He had considered asking Andrew about her, but since the moment he had met him the guy seemed interested in throwing dangerous looks Devin’s way making him decide against it. Brandy returned to his side and thought aloud about where their next place would be. She also returned her hair to the pony tail which rallied a boost of moral inside Devin. “Honestly I have no idea.” Devin said. “But I have a long shot that might help point us in the right direction.”

Devin had come to the conclusion that he was finally reaching the end of his own expertise and needed some outside help. Brandy was helpful, but what they needed help with was found only in the dark side of archeology. They needed to talk black market goods and above that black market information. The person Devin wanted to find wasn’t on any invitation lists outside of several prisons around the world.

“Let’s head into town and find a place to call home.” Devin walked with Brandy through the small airport. They went through a short customs check, short enough that they didn’t find Devin’s gun, and on the other side found a taxi to take them into town. Since the political unrest Egypt had seen its tourism plummet to near dire numbers meaning those that did travel to the ancient world were met with rock bottom prices.

With a little cash and some light flirting Devin was able to get two rooms at a middle of the road hotel near the water. The local market square being the main view from their rooms. Devin said a few cryptic things about making a phone call and then a shower. “We also might need some more clothes so let’s meet back in a half hour to do some real shopping.” Looking down at his shirt he noticed the smudge marks were still visible.

After those phone calls and a shower Devin felt like he was back on the right track. He may have had the same clothes on he did when he exited the plane, but his body language and even tone of voice had a bit more a upbeat step. The connections he used to get them a meeting had been available to help and seemed happy to do so. Normally a cause for concern, but he learned that business was slow even in the black market so they were eager to see a customer just like the regular tourist markets.