Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2014 22:04:01 GMT -5
Full Name: Alastar "River" Haggard
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Power(s): Fire Manipulation - It all started when he was young; very young. His adoptive father, a military man with a good heart, noticed the ability when the young boy was barely six. Flames bent and swayed from River's mere gaze, and eventually, over time, it became much more than just making a candle flicker. The flames are within as well, and once pushed much too far, all it takes it one wrong comment and the normally soft-spoken teenager will turn and not bother with rational thought. Fire can easily flare from his palms, but more often than not, he won't use this unless he's painfully bored. His main go-to is his barrier, one that can flare when he feels threatened and needs to get away.
Protective barrier - The fire easily goes from red and orange to blue-white, incredibly hot to the point of nearly hurting River as well, but it serves two purposes; to scare away anyone who's attempting to hurt or bully the boy, or to blind them for just long enough for him to run away. It leaves quite the scorch mark where he stood, a circular ring left around where he was moments ago. He uses this as a way to keep out of danger, to keep himself distanced from anyone who tries to harm him. With control in better grasp, he could easily use this to flare and attack, but he seems more inclined to just use it as a barrier for safety.
Appearance: When you look at River, what you first meet with is his long dark raven hair, sometimes messed with styling gel. Don't worry, it's been dyed, but that doesn't mean he'll tell you his natural colour. A little short in stature and only a little bit on the muscled side, he doesn't look threatening in the least. Who would be scared of a dark-haired kid with eyes that can easily go from interested to spaced out in a matter of moments? His hair is usually over his eyes, unless he wants to actually pay attention, in which case you'll see he's actually got it parted enough to view the person of interest. His gaze is a rather peculiar one, a steel-blue, almost seafoam green shade that can fluctuate with his moods. Clothing, as it goes, you'll mostly catch him in black leather, hoodies with band names on them, and low-slung jeans that don't actually show off his boxers, thankfully. He has respect for others!
Tattoo wise, yes, he's got quite the pattern. As close friend of his tattooed River up as a part of his payment for a highly detailed guitar that Riv custom built and designed for his tattooist buddy, Sabriel Jourdain. River ended up getting nothing but clockwork all over his chest and his shoulders, and intricately laced through it all, names can be made out; band members' names, some names of famous people, and some of his close friends. But over his right shoulderblade lies a word hidden between two pieces of tattoo work. It merely claims the term "ANGEL," something that he and his closest friends have come to call themselves. It has no actual terminology, except for the factor that they all have hearts that are intermingled; they are all more or less orphans who became very close after meeting.
Jewelry wise, the only thing you can catch on River is a dragon's claw knuckle ring, mostly for his own defense if something becomes hairy. Piercing? Nah, he used to have his tongue pierced, until his father heard about it. Scar wise, well, he has his own share of those, mostly thin strikes near his inner arm where it dips to curl up into his elbow. If anything, River comes off as submissive and quiet, his head down if he isn't listening to music. He doesn't carry himself too strongly, but when he gets nervous or is stuck in a crowd, he reverts to his silent training, one arm tucked tight behind his back and head raised to meet any oncomers.
Personality:
River is generally a soft-spoken, quiet, gentle individual who has no real interests except, well, you've guessed it! Music. It's his only calling, his only soother and his one true way to express himself. He loves it, loves every type, but he's more or less devoted to hair metal and the eighties. But below that, if you listen close enough, you'll be able to hear the classical woven through each and every original piece he has. He writes his own music, his own lyrics, and frankly, he can pretty much play most instruments, given enough time to tinker with their settings. River is a sweet, delicate soul, but he won't let others see that too easy. Weakness isn't a good thing to have when you're a new kid trying to fit in all alone.
River is, at the heart of him, just an overall pacifist and a sweetheart; he doesn't like violence and he prefers to run rather than fight. But push him too far and he'll lash out, and you're more than likely to be a bit singed around the eyebrows. His only main quirks are the facts that he not only needs music at a constant to function correctly, and the fact that you will never see him without earbuds or his large headphones. His only weakness? Bass. Heavy, heavy bass, and he'll all but drop to his knees from the echoing blows. It's a pleasure, an odd one, but he loves the feeling of letting go with music that can pretty much wipe his entire senses for a while.
River's dialect is a mix of German, from his adoptive father, and British, due to the factor he was more or less raised in Liverpool with his dad. Sometimes, it blends more on the American side, but he tends to not really say much if he can help it. Unless, of course, you ask about his music, about the style, and so forth. Then you've got a very interested and curious boy on your hands. Good luck!!
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Weaknesses: River has a powerful setback to his fire ability; headaches. Constant migraines from the heat within, and more common than not, he has a fever and wears nothing but hoodies and jeans, even in summer. He won't drop them for anybody's sake. The headaches he manages with over-the-counter pain relievers, but the fevers, well, those tend to be stronger in the winter. It all depends on the area around him, and if it's painfully humid? Well, his flames are utterly worthless. Looks like someone will have to start learning self defense. He also gets sick rather easy, and he also sunburns like a snowman.
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River is quick-witted, always paying attention to small details. He's a perfectionist, both good and bad, and he can't help but be a little OCD about his music collection. Don't touch his vinyls or the CD collection, but above all? Don't touch the dials on his guitar amp, because if he never gets angry, well...that'll be the only way you'll see him actually lose his control on his temper.
History & Family:
River Haggard, a babe born to two parents who had no control on the factor, ended up being given away to an orphanage. Switching between families for years, River ended up meeting quite a few souls like him; people with different skills, different outlooks on life. Older boys in the orphanage who were also special. But when he was five, he was taken in by a kind man named Kitru Haggard. A blonde German-speaking man who'd been through war and had seem more bloodshed than the normal person. But he was good to River, gave him the name of Aleister Crowley Haggard, but River... River just stuck. And it's never gone away since. Hearing wrong in the first place, he'd thought the name was Alastar...but it seemed to fit better.
Siblings, well, he has an elder sister whom he's never met, sadly, but he knows she's out there. And he's curious about the family he was denied. It wasn't really River who discovered his power, however; it was Kitru. Sixth birthday party, and the little boy was making the flames react from the candles. He didn't notice, but his papa did. And when Kitru gentle prodded about it, well, they tested theories; he was right. River could manipulate the flame if he focused enough. And through time and training, River was able to protect himself with the flames, too, and not harm himself. Well, normally. There is always the chance of a hiccup.
It wasn't until he was thirteen that he finally realised the extent of himself. River didn't know he was in danger, and when a group of thugs tried to mug him on the way home from band practice, well... They went down fast. Something had snapped in him, and River had more or less blacked out mentally. When he came to, the thugs were gone, all except one who was begging for his life. Returning to his father, terrified and crying, Kitru knew it was about to get River the real help he needed, not just the training he could offer up. After all, energy control was not the entire secret to Riv's abilities.
Leaving his father, his best friends, and his only life he knew, he headed for the only place that seemed to call to him. It was the only choice he had. He needed to do this, to find himself. It'll be a long road, but River knew he needed to do it. He couldn't protect anyone without the right control, and after nearly killing that thug, well...he made the choice. He needed the control, lest he fears losing who he is.
In Character sample: This young man was a a hurricane hidden by shyness and a stutter. Raven hair with pale grey, bluish eyes and a thin slit mouth, he wasn't exactly the normal person here. He was skinny, his jeans looking too loose only because of his weight, and his neck was always adorned by stereo headphones. Leather on his arms and ink decorating his skin, Alastar Haggard was nothing but trouble for anyone who wanted to try. But it was all he could do, to look like he didn't belong, but to blend in, too. To keep his head down. It was a dangerous world out there, after all. He had just gotten off the phone with his best friend, the hacker by the name of Indigo, who was more or less entirely apathetic. He didn't care for anyone or anything, unless it came to video games or hacking into a company's vital programming, because, hey! Let's just go ahead and tick off everyone at Blizzard Studios! Oi, the guy was a pain, but he was a sweet pain. He just never seemed to care, no matter what, but it was nearly endearing.
So maybe he liked Indigo more than he should. And maybe Indie was part of the reason he came here. But here, more or less trying to fit in, he felt...alone. More so than he used to. His eyes slid over people, slid toward his cup of chocolate silk he was nursing to get something in his system. He skipped nearly every meal, out of painful habit, but at least Indigo had reminded him to get some type of food in him. At least it was something. And at least Marley wasn't here. That feisty little thing would just slap him over the head and tell him to eat before she threatened to shove it down his throat. Before coming here, someone always had to remind him to eat; now it just always went over him until it was painfully late at night and he didn't feel like leaving his bedroom. Oi.
Why didn't he just stay at home? He wanted the help. Right. Bloody perfect. But now, he was getting more control, but...he was alone, and he was not a social person. Friends? Oh. This was not gonna be easy. Gods, help this poor British sod who walked into a world he shouldn't have.
