Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 20:50:10 GMT -5
Full Name: Jeremiah "Jerry" White
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Power: Electrical manipulation.
Power origins and effects: He was born with the mutation, but it had remained undiscovered until recent years. Due to the fact that he'd recently discovered the power, he's yet to have too much of a chance to develop it. The recent manifestation of his powers has forced ostrisization on him, from his family, and also his peers. He's lived on his own for the past few years, wandering, not staying in the same place for too long.
Appearance: Jeremiah stands at a rather average 5'9, and is hardly an imposing figure. The average height matches his rather average appearance. His teeth are straight, and white, he has obviously kept good care of his teeth and rarely misses a brush. He has dark green eyes with flecks of gold decorating the the area around his pupils. His hair is dark brown, nearly to the extent of being black, and cut short and layered. He is a very pale person, and has freckles dotting his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Despite his height not quite being there, this person has broad shoulders and an athletic, lean build. He walks with practiced posture, and will very rarely slouch. He will rarely wear anything besides jeans, solid colored T-shirts with a hoodie, and skateboarding shoes. Along with his usual attire, he can often be seen with a guitar strapped over his shoulder. He can be seen moving his left shoulder quite often, evidence that there is a long standing injury there that causes discomfort.
Personality: Jeremiah is a very quiet person, and only speaks when he deems it necessary. When he does choose to speak, he tends to be extremely serious, and as such he rarely jokes around. He is shy and quiet in his proceedings, and has a very hard time approaching people head on. He tends to be an extremely introverted person, but he does not shut people out.He's a very calm and logical person for the most part, and his sense of humor is complex, and very dry. His hobbies include playing the guitar, he's practiced knife-fighting, and he's a storm chaser. He is not one to be easily set off, he has a long fuse with highly explosive potential. He's annoyed by people without minds that are open to new ideas, and especially people who refuse to accept reason before violence. He is terrified by direct confrontation, he will only fight in defense, whether it be defending his physicality, or his belief.
Picture: (None currently)
Weaknesses: Tendon damage in his left shoulder. Must take time to build up an electrical charge. Must be holding some sort of conductor to create a direction for the electricity.
Strengths: Can draw electrical energy from almost any source. Extremely smart and clever. Quick on his feet, and very fast.
History and Family: Jeremiah White was born into a wealthy family, his father, Jacob, a practiced anesthesiologist, and his mother, Patricia, a successful author. He had two brothers, John and Elliot, and two sisters, Sara and Tina. Jeremiah was the runt of the litter, his brothers were both massively built, immensely stupid, and had a rough streak with Jeremiah. He found that the only way he could keep out of trouble with them was to keep his wit to himself, and simply shut his mouth. His two sisters were basically models, and they both had their own form of terrorism for Jeremiah to deal with. To avoid his home problems, he would often use his natural speed, and his quick wit to work his way out of it.
His powers began to manifest themselves when he was fourteen, but nothing major, simple, small things. The rate at which they began to develop quickened to an extreme amount, and he finally reached a peak breaking point. In a desperate attempt to combat his brothers instead of taking his beating, he threw a punch, his ring making contact with his brothers chest. A small mount of the electrical energy he'd gathered up through the years was released all at once through the conductor on his finger. His brother immediately went stiff, all of his muscles clenching, as though he'd been tased. As his brother lay, edging on being unconscious, he made a decision. That decision was to leave, and never come back.
Within the next fifteen minutes, he was gone. He packed up a few weeks of clothes, and a few more necessities, hopped on his motorbike, and sped away. He stopped three hours later to refill his fuel. From that point on he promised to find a place where he belonged, a place where he would fit in. He knew there was something out there, and so he town hopped, and he worked, and he saved. He saved enough money to buy a sailboat, and he shoved off, taking all he brought with him, and a months worth of food. He eventually found his way to Foresta, knowing that he had found where he was meant to be.
In-Character example: Jeremiah's back thudded into the corner, hands scraping around for anything he could find to fend off Elliot. The behemoth of a human simply crossed his arms and chuckled. "Come on Jerry, you really think anything you could lift could hurt me? I mean look at you, pathetic." Elliot advanced one more step, and in an act of fury and desperation, Jeremiah pivoted his hips, his fist slamming into the giants chest. Elliot's entire body became rigid, a loud thud resounding as he slammed to the ground, his body shaking in short spasms. Jeremiah stared at the body in shock, his other brother, John, backed away, eyes locked on Jeremiah in terror.
*Time Lapse*
Two weeks after the incident, Jeremiah stood in the back of a diner, scrubbing dishes, hundreds of miles away. His mind wandering as he washed every inch of ground in food away. The clock struck ten, and he was off. He waved goodbye to a few of his new peers, heading out. He climbed on his motorcycle, following the main road for a bit before he turned onto a side trail, finding his campground. He lay back on the ground, eyes locked on the black, star riddled sky above him. The daily sense of loneliness overtook him, and he slowly lapsed into the blissful state of dreaming, where he didn't need to worry about his worldly problems. In this world, and only this world, the world of dreams, could he escape his torment.
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Power: Electrical manipulation.
Power origins and effects: He was born with the mutation, but it had remained undiscovered until recent years. Due to the fact that he'd recently discovered the power, he's yet to have too much of a chance to develop it. The recent manifestation of his powers has forced ostrisization on him, from his family, and also his peers. He's lived on his own for the past few years, wandering, not staying in the same place for too long.
Appearance: Jeremiah stands at a rather average 5'9, and is hardly an imposing figure. The average height matches his rather average appearance. His teeth are straight, and white, he has obviously kept good care of his teeth and rarely misses a brush. He has dark green eyes with flecks of gold decorating the the area around his pupils. His hair is dark brown, nearly to the extent of being black, and cut short and layered. He is a very pale person, and has freckles dotting his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Despite his height not quite being there, this person has broad shoulders and an athletic, lean build. He walks with practiced posture, and will very rarely slouch. He will rarely wear anything besides jeans, solid colored T-shirts with a hoodie, and skateboarding shoes. Along with his usual attire, he can often be seen with a guitar strapped over his shoulder. He can be seen moving his left shoulder quite often, evidence that there is a long standing injury there that causes discomfort.
Personality: Jeremiah is a very quiet person, and only speaks when he deems it necessary. When he does choose to speak, he tends to be extremely serious, and as such he rarely jokes around. He is shy and quiet in his proceedings, and has a very hard time approaching people head on. He tends to be an extremely introverted person, but he does not shut people out.He's a very calm and logical person for the most part, and his sense of humor is complex, and very dry. His hobbies include playing the guitar, he's practiced knife-fighting, and he's a storm chaser. He is not one to be easily set off, he has a long fuse with highly explosive potential. He's annoyed by people without minds that are open to new ideas, and especially people who refuse to accept reason before violence. He is terrified by direct confrontation, he will only fight in defense, whether it be defending his physicality, or his belief.
Picture: (None currently)
Weaknesses: Tendon damage in his left shoulder. Must take time to build up an electrical charge. Must be holding some sort of conductor to create a direction for the electricity.
Strengths: Can draw electrical energy from almost any source. Extremely smart and clever. Quick on his feet, and very fast.
History and Family: Jeremiah White was born into a wealthy family, his father, Jacob, a practiced anesthesiologist, and his mother, Patricia, a successful author. He had two brothers, John and Elliot, and two sisters, Sara and Tina. Jeremiah was the runt of the litter, his brothers were both massively built, immensely stupid, and had a rough streak with Jeremiah. He found that the only way he could keep out of trouble with them was to keep his wit to himself, and simply shut his mouth. His two sisters were basically models, and they both had their own form of terrorism for Jeremiah to deal with. To avoid his home problems, he would often use his natural speed, and his quick wit to work his way out of it.
His powers began to manifest themselves when he was fourteen, but nothing major, simple, small things. The rate at which they began to develop quickened to an extreme amount, and he finally reached a peak breaking point. In a desperate attempt to combat his brothers instead of taking his beating, he threw a punch, his ring making contact with his brothers chest. A small mount of the electrical energy he'd gathered up through the years was released all at once through the conductor on his finger. His brother immediately went stiff, all of his muscles clenching, as though he'd been tased. As his brother lay, edging on being unconscious, he made a decision. That decision was to leave, and never come back.
Within the next fifteen minutes, he was gone. He packed up a few weeks of clothes, and a few more necessities, hopped on his motorbike, and sped away. He stopped three hours later to refill his fuel. From that point on he promised to find a place where he belonged, a place where he would fit in. He knew there was something out there, and so he town hopped, and he worked, and he saved. He saved enough money to buy a sailboat, and he shoved off, taking all he brought with him, and a months worth of food. He eventually found his way to Foresta, knowing that he had found where he was meant to be.
In-Character example: Jeremiah's back thudded into the corner, hands scraping around for anything he could find to fend off Elliot. The behemoth of a human simply crossed his arms and chuckled. "Come on Jerry, you really think anything you could lift could hurt me? I mean look at you, pathetic." Elliot advanced one more step, and in an act of fury and desperation, Jeremiah pivoted his hips, his fist slamming into the giants chest. Elliot's entire body became rigid, a loud thud resounding as he slammed to the ground, his body shaking in short spasms. Jeremiah stared at the body in shock, his other brother, John, backed away, eyes locked on Jeremiah in terror.
*Time Lapse*
Two weeks after the incident, Jeremiah stood in the back of a diner, scrubbing dishes, hundreds of miles away. His mind wandering as he washed every inch of ground in food away. The clock struck ten, and he was off. He waved goodbye to a few of his new peers, heading out. He climbed on his motorcycle, following the main road for a bit before he turned onto a side trail, finding his campground. He lay back on the ground, eyes locked on the black, star riddled sky above him. The daily sense of loneliness overtook him, and he slowly lapsed into the blissful state of dreaming, where he didn't need to worry about his worldly problems. In this world, and only this world, the world of dreams, could he escape his torment.