Patrick Radke

Name:  

Patrick Radke 

Gender: 

Male 

Age: 

25 

Power(optional):   

Typhokinesis, the ability to manipulate and produce smoke, usually done through the inhaling of air and the exhaling of smoke. Patrick can exhale the smoke at an intense speed, giving himself the ability to create a smokescreen around himself and others. He can excrete smoke from his skin, though it takes much more time to do this than simply breathe it through his mouth. He can shape the smoke that he creates into whatever he wishes, and he can make the smoke move however he wants. 

Patrick's senses have, through his training, adapted to the point to be able to sustain his breath through the smoke and leave his eyes open inside of his smoke cloud. The smoke that he excretes is much like the smoke that comes from a campfire, it's a very acrid substance that stings the senses. 

Desired Class/Desired Position:  

Combat Skills Instructor

Personality:  

A word that very accurately describes Patrick is confident. He has positively no problem approaching others and taking complete charge of a situation given the chance to do so. Patrick constantly searches for ways that he can continuously prove himself to others, despite his natural confidence, he feels a need for recognition that will often lead him to go that extra mile to make sure that he gets praise. Patrick is a very strong leader, but an even stronger follower due to the fact that he knows when he shouldn’t be the one in the lead. He knows when enough is enough and he needs to yield control to a different involved party. Patrick is a very artistic person, leading to a love of music, poetry, and especially drawing at random points in time, this leads to a drawing of maps for tactical exercises and purposes. Patrick, while not having a necessarily quick mind, is very analytical, and will search his brain for the best possible action before actually committing to anything. 

Patrick is a firm believer in the fact that every person needs to learn to fight and fend for themselves, a lesson that he always attempts to teach others, whether it be in an actual teaching position or otherwise. He is an extremely, naturally happy person, and as such dragging him down into a bad mood takes quite a lot, but when he reaches his breaking point that takes him past a bad mood into anger, he goes completely off his rocker. There are not that many things that could actually take him to this point, but the things that do include: Witnessing bullying, having his morals challenged or denounced, or being harassed at a constant rate for a very long time 

Patrick is a man of many fears, and many simple ones at that. He absolutely despises insects of all kinds, especially the common arachnid, this however, is perhaps his most rational fear. He’s terrified of the ocean, not the creatures in it, simply the thought of floating alone in the middle of the ocean terrified him, making his trek to Albion quite the joyride. Patrick is loyal to the death of him and will do whatever it takes to defend those who earn his trust. 

Appearance: 

Patrick is the definition of toned, or perhaps even lean. He stands at six feet tall, his entire body cloaked in muscle. The muscle, however, isn’t thick and overwhelmingly noticeable, in fact many people may just think that he is simply skinny upon first glance. Upon closer inspection one would notice a certain whipcord strength about him, something that spells out danger to a certain degree. His hair is black and consistently kept at a medium length, combed upwards so as to make for a formal looking style, his eyes are grey with golden lines randomly spider webbing throughout the dull coloring. Patrick himself is quite handsome, and not only does he know this, he doesn’t acknowledge it at all. 

Patrick, outside of school, will almost always be wearing jeans, some sort of tee shirt, and a simple hoodie. He prefers to wear dull colors meaning black, grey, brown, etcetera. His skin is positively fair due to living most of his life out in Utah, then moving over to New York. Patrick’s teeth are obviously cared for to an extensive degree, leaving them white and perfectly straight. He has a thin scar that starts at the inside of his elbow and runs all the way down to the center of his palm. 

Weaknesses: 

Creating a smokescreen due to the use of his power is very noticeable and can be stopped rather easily because of the amount of time that it takes to cloak an area in smoke. 

Patrick is extremely slow to trust.

Patrick has exercise induced asthma, meaning that once he enters into vigorous, physical activity he will quickly begin to tire out due to the constricting of his airways. 

Strengths:  

Patrick is very smart and analytical. 

Patrick, being a patron of the arts, has researched several different languages in an attempt to better understand the poetry that he enjoys, he’s fluent in several different languages including Italian, Spanish, French, Japanese, and German. 

Patricks power requires nearly no effort past trying to bring smoke out of himself, meaning that he can rather easily fill an entire room with smoke given time. 

History:  

Patrick grew up with quite the easy home life, he was an only child and was taught to always stand up for himself, even in the most dire of circumstances. His parents were supportive whenever he chose to try something new, which helped build his confidence in other aspects of his life. Patrick lost his mother in a car accident when he was seventeen, leading to a short period of depression, but being the kind of person he was, he bounced back soon enough without too much trouble. Patrick had always achieved good marks in school, which actually led to him graduating High School a year early. Being seventeen and out of High School had its privileges, one of these being that he could do something that he had always wanted to do, join the military. Patrick entered into his basic training and boot camps the summer after he graduated, and soon enough, he was a certified member of the United States Marines. 

Jumping back a little bit, Patrick had discovered that he had a strange ability when he entered early adolescence, a few months before turning fourteen. He had been having a strange sickness in which the doctors couldn’t identify, they figured that it was just his body reacting to asthma, and so would him and his family have, had he not began to cough out and spew smoke. Soon enough though, he learned that he could control his ability over the smoke, even to the point where his parents had stopped worrying about him and didn’t even think about the fact that he might be ‘Gifted’. As he learned to excrete the smoke, he also learned that he could breathe it, making his asthma seem less intense than it normally would. 

Once Patrick came home he decided to attend college in Washington, since he was a member of the military and had, up this point, no problems with his marks and participated in several extracurricular activities, leading to fast acceptance to the University of Puget Sound. He quickly discovered, however, that all was not as it seemed. Upon arrival to the school, he was met by certain agents and military members who strictly directed him to come with them. Upon following the men, he discovered that the military wanted to use him for missions, particularly those in which one might need to escape beneath a heavy cover of smoke. They allowed him to go to school, but every once in a while they pulled him out to take him on high risk, high reward missions. 

Patrick earned a general teaching degree, and decided that enough was enough. He had heard plenty, and learned plenty about Foresta Academy, and figured that if there was any place for him to go, that would be it. They took him on a mission and, instead of providing cover for the one escaping, he provided cover for himself. He booked it away from there as quickly as he could, and since the mission was near the coastline, he stole a boat from the docks and focused on 'the pull' directing him to Foresta Academy. 

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THE ARMFUL
by Robert Frost


For every parcel I stoop down to seize

I lose some other off my arms and knees,

And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,

Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once

Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.

With all I have to hold with~ hand and mind

And heart, if need be, I will do my best.

To keep their building balanced at my breast.

I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;

Then sit down in the middle of them all.

I had to drop the armful in the road

And try to stack them in a better load.

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