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| Pierce | Feb 22 2009, 07:33 AM Post #1 |
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General Information Full Name: Panayiotis Periclese Peirce Trifonas Codename or Alias: None given as of yet Gender: Male Age: 16 Birthdate: Nov 11 Place Of Birth: Vancouver Occupation/Status: student Alignment: Neutral Good tendencies Factions: none as of yet Canon Or Original?: Oiginal Powers/Abilities: Peirces hands radiate a mauve (he refuses to call it pink) energy that can accelerate and amplify basic biological functions performed by an organism. This includes powers, healing, jumping, breathing, lifting, and any other function carried out by an organism. The energy usually forms tendrils that snake out to affect targets and, unless forcefully directed by Peirce, will affect everyone in the vicinity. He is able to force the tendrils back towards himself, however this is difficult to do and it increases the overall distance the tendril has to travel. Beings who have been affected by his abilities have been known to have all their physical attributes increased, metahuman abilities are amplified, and being affected also seems to speed up the thought process. Prolonged exposure (20 posts) can cause secondary or even tertiary powers and mutations to manifest in the targets. The closer to Peirce the target is the greater the effect his powers have, a direct touch, is however, extremely dangerous. The last being that was touched by his bare hands had its internal organs crushed by the sheer weight of the resulting tumors. Weapons/Items: Cardboard box he currently lives in Can of soup Rather dirty clothing Appearance Physical Appearance: About six feet five inches tall with a mass of wavy brown hair. He has a broad build. His eyes are a dark greenish blue, and his face is round. He usually wears a vaguely distracted look on his face. His hands are constantly glowing mauve, a fact that he can’t exactly hide, especially when the glow actively seeks out and snakes towards organic beings, something that bothers him slightly. Clothing and Armor: Before the incident, He usually wore shorts and a t-shirt, failing that he wears a t-shirt and jeans. He sometimes wears mittens to conceal his glow somewhat. He now wears dirty remnants of what was once nice clothing. Personality He has patience and a big heart, but a tendency to be lazy when it comes to work but never for play. He can be stubborn and only persuaded to do something if it benefits him (food). He has a bad temper that rarely ever surfaces. He also possesses an irritatingly prevalent conscience. He can be energetic, and his behavior can at times seem irrational, but it makes sense to him. He is generally friendly, but prefers not to get emotionally involved with people. Likes: Videogames Spaghetti Grapes Small mammals The color yellow Superheroes Music Dislikes: Chickpeas Windows at the top of flights of stairs Insects reptiles Fears: Heights insects Bad Habits: Has a tendency to be too loud Not very good at being emotionally attached to people Tends to be very quiet around people he doesn’t know very well Sexual Orientation: Straight Character's History Siblings: Yanni Trifonas (12), Anthi Trifonas (14) Mother: Effie Balomenos Father: Peter Trifonas Other Family: Aunts, cousins, uncles, the lot History: Born to a simple family living on campus at the University of British Columbia, He was raised by a couple that did not get along as well as most did. As he grew he was subjected to constant arguments, and generally a very depressing home environment. While all this went on Peirce simply wore a happy face in public. There was little he could do about the situation and unfortunately he became a little unusual in his thought process. His refusal to be sad led to a slightly skewed perception of things. He was a nice person, but he tended to say things without thinking. Years passed and he and his two siblings lived relatively normal lives, but as usual the fighting continued. They moved to Toronto where Peirce had most of his schooling, which was extremely normal, Irritatingly so. Peirce wanted adventure and action, he wanted dragons, demons, pirates, and mudsqumps, anything that would break him out of the mundane cycle that was his life. The death of one of his pets taught him the lesson that would start his shift into a far more unique lifestyle. His beloved pet died, and this left him rather depressed, he had dedicated so much time and affection to that creature that it was almost like losing a child. The resulting, irrational sadness triggered the release of his abilities. He was holding the body just before they had buried it and suddenly it began to move again. The strain of returning it to life placed him in a coma for six months. He awoke in a hospital, his hands glowing mauve, with tendrils of almost fog like energy snaking outwards. They had crammed many people into his room, for the healing effects of his abilities. Unfortunately one nurse, a trainee, touched his hand while attempting to take his pulse. All of her tissue developed massive tumors, which crushed her internal organs. Peirce was off and running before he hit the floor. About a year has passed, and he currently lives in New York, alone, stealing food to stay alive. While he is enhanced by his own abilities, he can easily get away with such things. Strangely enough superheroics never really occurred to him. Now that he had the power he thought he was too mundane for that life and did what all runaways do. He now waits for his chance to be a hero, and one day he hopes to become world famous. Role Play Sample: Rats…They were so much nicer when you saw them in pet stores, when they weren’t trying to eat your foot of gnaw at your clothes. Stupid, stupid rats. Peirce kicked one and huddled deeper into his box. But he felt another sharp bite at his rear they had chewed through the box and given him a cut that would probably scar like the countless others that dotted his form. The creatures were drawn to the mauve energy that was seeping from his hands, it made them healthier, stronger, better overall he on the other hand felt pretty crumby. Holed up in a box for almost a year, he’d had to put up with the rats. He’d do what he always did when the rats got hungry. He would pick up his home and leave. Hopefully to a place with fewer rats. As he packed up his things, he caught a glimpse of himself in the window of an old rundown building. He was looking worse for wear, a sort of, he hesitated to say beard; it was too scraggly for that. His hair was matted and his overall form was unusually healthy, a direct result of the tendrils of light that constantly traced his form, his gift, and his curse. He was stronger than average, infact he was the pinnacle of human physiology while under the effect of his own abilities. With a sigh he flipped up a fire escape in a display of acrobatics commonly reserved for the circus. He landed on the roof and took off with impressive speed. It was a tough life, but it was his. The city was rather lovely at night. The mauve trail cast by his hands often drew attention, but tonight he was running along the rooftops, few people gave him any trouble. He ran until he reached the Brooklyn bridge and found a nice cozy girder. He shifted contently and then began to close his eyes. He felt a sharp peck. “Pigeons!” |
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| TFE Magnus | Feb 23 2009, 02:06 AM Post #2 |
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Negro please.
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Approved. |
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