Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 22:26:03 GMT -5
Full Name:
Robbert Ivchenko
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
Power:
Aerokinesis, the ability to manipulate air currents and create strong winds.
Power Originination:
He was one hundred percent born with the mutation, and it began to seriously manifest itself at age thirteen.
Appearance:
Robbert stands at a rather average five feet eleven inches tall, and weighs one hundred and ninety pounds. His body is covered in lean, athletic muscle, and muscle that's a bit heavier in his legs and arms. He has straight, blonde hair that is kept decently long and goes down below his ears, his eyebrows are brown, and the stubble that he grows is brown as well. His eyes are almond shaped and have a deep, chocolate brown color in them. His lips are a nice red color, and his lower lip is slightly larger than his upper one, giving him a slightly pouty appearance. He has straight teeth that are brushed on the daily, and are positively white. Robbert's skin is a medium tone, if not a bit darker than that. He will often times be seen wearing shirts that have deep v-necks and long sleeves, on top of that he will most likely be wearing multiple layers. He's been known to wear three piece suits in a casual manner. He also will often times wear a necklace of some sort. He has one tattoo per palm, each done in black ink (Will post pictures of them below). His right hand is also host to a fairly severe burn scar. Though not a part of his appearance, he has a heavy Dutch accent.
Pictures:
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(Person in the first picture is Siv HD)
Strengths: He's very physically fit. Extremely clever. His power doesn't require almost any concentration on his part.
Weaknesses: He's very slow to trust. His power fluctuates with his mood (If he's in a bad mood, the area around him may have slightly harsh winds surrounding him). He's positively generous, he may give up positions of power to help another. The air currents that he may alter are limited in intensity depending on the amount of wind he's attempting to manipulate.
Personality:
Robbert is, quite simply, an outgoing young man. While he is outgoing, in no way does that mean that he is instantaneously kind to anybody that he meets, he is actually rather neutral to most people. He has certain tendencies that many people would find out about and discount him as a nice person. For example, he is an extremely sarcastic person, and is one hundred percent, without a single doubt, a raging cynic. Robbert is generally a very calm person, and as such he has an extremely long fuse, there have been very few times in his life when he's actually reached the end of that fuse, and the outcome was one completely flipped and ruined car. He's not an easy person to scare, and as such there aren't very many things that he is afraid of, however, the things that do scare him simply terrify him, and include anything to do with pools of water. This includes lakes, oceans, ponds, and deep rivers. He considers himself to be pretty cool, while not being entirely self absorbed. One of his favorite things to do in his spare time is play his guitar or mandolin, as such he tends to deal with any sort of frustration or depression through music, whether it be listening to, singing it, or playing it.
History/Family:
Robbert was raised in a very wealthy family in the Netherlands until he was ten years old, after that point him and his family moved to the United States. As a young boy Robbert was always very shy, thus leading to no confidence. For a long while he simply went through the motions, until he got to his freshman year in high school. One of his only friends challenged him to try out for his schools football team. Robbert was a natural athlete as it were and he excelled at the simple tasks thrown at him. He gained confidence from his sudden popularity, thus becoming much more outgoing. But soon enough, he decided that he had to leave his town, he wasn't gaining fulfillment from being popular. He was no longer happy. His family understood and allowed him to leave, he packed a military ruck and left his home, family proudly waving goodbye to him. On the road he discovered many joys and horrors of life, in the next year he'd seen more awfulness than he had in his entire life. After several months of wandering he had made it cross-country, he now lived alone in Florida. He met an old man, another gifted person. He told Robbert about an island far out in the sea, a place where people like him were accepted, a town, and a school. It was at this moment when Robbert finally decided where he would go, he found a ship and spent a good chunk of his remaining money to buy a one way ticket to Port Albion.
In Character Example:
Robbert quietly trudged down the road, shoulders shrugging his rucksack further up on to his shoulders. He knew that he was coming near a small town that he could restock and rest in, he wanted nothing more at the moment. A heavy storm was brewing around him and the rainfall was intense, the first signs of nightfall were beginning to show. Robbert stumbled slightly while a yawn overcame him, he was so tired, even more than that, he was exhausted. He had a feeling of hopelessness in him that he quickly shrugged aside. He wouldn't allow himself to feel sorry for his decision to leave, it was his, and only his. He paused on the side of the road, leaning against a small tree near the edge of the highway next to him, pulling a small bottle of water out of the side of his backpack. Robbert took a short drink and looked across the narrow road, squinting to see a small ruckous that was occurring across the way, there was a group of five people. Four of them had one surrounded, that one cowering pathetically on the ground. It was obvious that the one on the ground had been badly beaten by the surrounding men. A scowl crossed over Robberts face, he dropped the rucksack and began to jog across the road. As he neared the group he could hear the men around the cowering one. The obvious leader of the group stood over the cowering man, sneering.
"So, you think that you can just say now t' us? Y'think it's as simple as that?"
The man on the ground simply whimpered, and in response received a kick to the stomach from the leading man. At this, Robbert spoke up, shouting to the group of men, standing a mere twenty feet away from them.
"Hey! Leave him alone! Nothing he could have done deserves punishment of this caliber."
The lead man blinked, turning around at the deep, yet young sounding, accented voice. He sneered at the Robbert.
"Well would ya look at this, one little bitch coming to protect another bitch. Why don't you just move along son? We don't want your foreign shit around here!"
Robbert scowled, hands balling into fists. His knuckles quietly cracked. Instantaneously the grass around him began to bend down and sideways slightly, wind blowing a bit harder around him.
"If you're going to pick on someone, pick on me you coward. You can't even fight one on one, you group up like a pack of idiot hyenas, and scavenge on those less powerful than you. Why don't you let me make you feel that same thing, you miserable son of a bitch."
The lead man went red in the face and turned to his now primary target, he looked at his cronies and grinned. They all slowly began to advance on Robbert.
"Let's whip this bitch and show him who's boss."
As they came in about ten feet of him the laughed, they saw absolutely nothing special, Robbert crossed his arm and closed his eyes, the grass within five feet of him was now pressed flat against the ground and his hair was moving around with the wind.
"Come get me then."
The cronies were the first to come, as soon as they hit that wall of crumpled grass they began to stumble around in an almost drunken way, after a few more moments of them attempting to realize what was happening a huge gust came through the area in which he stood, lifting them up in the air a bit. The rain was whipping around at such a quick speed that it felt like needles in their skin, each and every one of them cried out in frustration and pain. The lead man saw this and had his first flicker of doubt, he shook his head, and charged at Robbert. Robbert watched the enraged man charge and smiled, he reared back his right arm and clenched his fist, his fist rocketed forward to the mans chest, a strong wind propelled his arm forward, as his fist made contact with the mans chest a loud crunch was heard, followed by a cry of pain. The man crumbled and fell to the ground, hands gripping over a few ribs that were obviously fractured or broken. He stepped over the man whom he'd hit, and watched the cronies cower in fear as he walked towards the person who had been assaulted in the first place. Robbert approached the figure on the ground and kneeled, what he saw astounded him. As he rolled the body onto its back, he saw the face of a girl, no older than himself, her face was cut, bruised, and bleeding. His eyebrows lowered into a furious scowl, he stood, walking over to the men, he looked at every last one of them. They were all, at least, in their mid twenties. Robberts eyes turned to the lead mans, the scowl clearly visible. He walked forward and placed a foot on the cowering mans chest, eyes locking with the bully beneath him.
"You listen to me, if you ever, ever, treat a woman like this again. I will find out. I will know. I will keep tabs, and I will find you. And if they are this much younger than you, I promise you one thing."
He came to one knee, his left hand grabbing the mans face, forcing eye contact.
"I will end you. Am I understood?"
The man quickly mouthed the word yes, absolutely out of breath. Robbert nodded and backed up, giving one last punch to the mans broken ribs. Robbert moved and lifted the young woman in his arms, she huddled into the body of her current savior, shivering profusely. Robbert looked back, the cronies began an advance towards him once more, his eyes narrowed at them, and he shook his head, their advance stopping immediately. He looked over at a truck pulled near where this all happened, he simply nodded, knowing that this was theirs. There was a loud howling sound coming from the truck, things flew around inside of it for a few moments before glass exploded outwards, shortly after this, one side of the truck began to lift into the air as it slowly but surely flipped. When Robbert looked back in the direction of the men, they were gone, running off in a random direction. He nodded, satisfied.
*Time Lapse of One Month*
That month had gone quickly, snow had begun to fall thick in the air. Robbert was a waitor in a local diner, along with Lucia, the girl he had helped. He picked up an order and left to the back of the cooking area, his head was throbbing, so he sat for a moment. Around this time, there was an angry voice yelling for Lucia, who had finally begun to heal up nicely for the most part. The voice paused and Robbert looked up, eyebrow raising. He heard a soft voice call his name.
"Robbert?"
He stood and exited the back of the restaurant, coming face to face once more with the men who were attacking her a month prior. Robbert lifted one eyebrow and crossed his arms at the men. Their jaws dropped, and they quickly and clumsily exited the diner without a single word. Robbert smirked and draped an arm around Lucia's shoulder, her own slender arm moving around his waist. They both laughed softly and, arm in arm, ended their shifts, leaving the diner in peace.