Birthday: November 22nd, 1996
Height/Weight: 5’2”, 116 lbs
Body type: Ectomorphic. He has a very high metabolism and burns fat with ease. He’s lithe but compact, and his muscles aren’t very defined, but they’re there. He has a dense, subtle muscular structure.
Scent: Coffee, primarily. He hates the bitter taste of it, but he doesn’t usually sleep well, so he needs it to stay awake. He also smells vaguely of sandalwood – he has incense constantly burning in his room because it’s comforting and reminds him of his mother. Overall, he smells bizarrely spicy.
Eyes: His natural eye colour is a dark amber colour, though he wears yellow circular lenses to disguise them. He doesn’t like them overly much because they’re the same colour as his dad’s. The contacts are toric prescription lenses because he has astigmatism on top of his already naturally poor eyesight. Luckily, however, this plays out in his favour and gives him all the more excuse to wear them everywhere.
Hair description: His hair is very fine, and there is a lot of it. It’s fluffy and soft to the touch, but has a tendency to frizz in high humidities, and so he goes to great lengths with all of the product he puts in it. It’s about medium length, hacked with a razor about an inch or a half or so below his jaw. His hair is a mousy brown colour, though no one’s seen it in years with how much he’s dyed it. His hair is dyed a fire engine red with black bangs, and it’s become something of his signature colour scheme.
Clothing style/frequently worn clothes: He looks like the horrific lovechild of Hot Topic and a bondage shop. Black comprises a good eighty or so percent of the colour in his wardrobe. There’s so much fishnetting, zippers, and buckles that he looks like a stripper out of a Final Fantasy game or something.
Why do they dress the way they do?: It’s something of an unfortunate side effect of his previous occupation, though there’s also the fact that he’s a huge dweeb and he thinks he looks cool.
Skin tone: Pale as a sheet; burns like a lobster.
Other distinguishing physical traits: His back is dotted with freckles and moles, though there are a few small stray moles on his arms and legs. They contrast really strikingly with his skin tone, so he tends to try and cover the moles on his face with concealer, though sometimes he gets a bit lazy with it.
He’s also covered in pockmarks and discolourations from acne scarring, mostly on his back. When he was younger and had fewer coping mechanisms, he would take out all of his frustrations on himself with a knife. As such, his forearms and thighs are marred by jagged white lines. They’re not something he’s particularly proud of and they fade away far too slowly for his tastes, but he still exposes them as a reminder to himself that he’s still alive and breathing.
Additionally, he keeps dozens of piercing studios in business singlehandedly. He has a total of thirty-eight piercings, four lip rings, a stud in his tongue, two eyebrow piercings, four surface piercings on the bridge of his nose, one barbell across the top of each ear, 3/8” plugs, four earrings, four dermal piercings on his collarbone, four surface piercings on the webbings between his index fingers and thumbs, four corset piercings down each side, a belly button ring, two surface piercings at the small of his back, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Physical imperfections (something they would most like to change about themselves): Just about everything, as should clearly be evidenced by the fact that he’s modified his body so much, be it temporary or otherwise. He hates how he looks so much like his father more than anything.
Speech: It depends on the situation. When he’s in public and trying to upkeep his reputation, he keeps his language fairly clean and innocuous, whereas his voice is light and airy. He talks pretty fast and often has to backtrack, he also winds up pausing intermittently to draw emphasis away from what he’s saying and insinuate a false ignorance. It’s sickeningly sweet and over the top, but he somehow manages to pull it off, because doesn’t he already look so fake and superficial as it is?
In more tense situations, he drops the near falsetto pitch in lieu of a more guttural tone. Coarse language, animalistic growling and snarling, and bitterness are to be expected. He’s entirely a lot less apologetic when he’s under pressure, though he’s more likely to wax poetic in a grotesque, morbid kinda way. He speaks a lot more deliberately, and most of what he has to say is demeaning and laced with venom. Either way, talking with him will leave you with a bad taste in your mouth.
Race/ethnic group: He doesn’t know and doesn’t care. All he does know is that a large majority of his predecessors were probably some sort of European.
Disabilities: Kid is a goddamned mess on a good day. He lives in a state of constant paranoia to the point of chronic insomnia, and he subtly quivers just as often, though he usually just passes it off as simply being cold, because can’t you see how much he’s not wearing?
He’s adopted a permanent secondary persona as a means of coping with himself - he’s so bitter and vitriolic that it makes even him feel sick to his stomach. The act isn’t entirely for the sake of coercing trust out of others, he puts everything he has into it to forget himself.
He’s always lethargic and on the verge of passing out, or at least he would be if it weren’t for his caffeine addiction. Staying awake for days at a time is better than enduring sleep, plagued by nightmares and things he wishes he could only forget. He used to smoke, but he kicked the habit within a week or two, because he couldn’t make himself like the taste of tobacco and chemicals, though the nicotine was a relief to his frazzled nerves.
Spontaneous physical contact will usually make him scream, though after several years of coping, he’s finally managed to quell the crying fits before they even begin. This is probably the greatest trigger of his fugue state than anything else, save for maybe the sound of a gruff, yelling baritone.
There’s also the fact that he has really poor eyesight without his contacts. Without them, he could easily be classified as legally blind.
Years of schooling: He dropped out of public school in the seventh grade to get a working permit and keep his mother and older sister fed and off the streets. Unfortunately, it’s kind of difficult to get reputable work when you’re desperately evading the police.
It wasn’t until his detainment by the FBI at sixteen that he even considered going back to school. (Turns out creating temporal rifts for the purpose of stealing the President’s laptop, and several classified files with it, is a breach of national security and a cause for concern. He was getting paid to do it, what should he care?)
Being a minor, they couldn’t just ship him off to jail without a series of trials - as if they could keep him there anyway - and as such, he was given an ultimatum. Go to this secret government facility for weird magic kids like yourself and learn to behave, or be tried as an adult.
They waived all felony charges against him after his acceptance of the agreement and deferred all responsibility for him over to Elemental Castle.
Fighting style: Evasion and redirection. Luckily, the element of space is a very versatile one. As such, he has the capacity to create multi-dimensional rifts in the spacetime continuum at any feasible place in the universe.
The farther away the other end of the rift from his current location, however, the more intense focus and mental strain it requires. It works best with places he’s been to before - trying to mentally process all of the potential variables of a location is already difficult as it is. (He never knows if he’ll screw up and wind up with someone’s severed limb on his end as a result of a miscalculation, and he’s already wanted for maiming people intentionally as it is.)
He also has the ability to tamper with things at the atomic level, modifying their mass or weight as a means of altering the effects of gravity on those objects. (Matter cannot be created or destroyed and as such, he simply adds more of the same atomic particles by converting them from particles already existent at his location. He simply enlarges or shrinks the particles themselves for the most part. Fortunately it requires only minimal thought, otherwise he could literally wind up splitting an atom by accident.)
Increasing an atom’s mass is often enough to change what element it is entirely - the results would likely be catastrophic. The act of changing an atom’s mass, thereby changing its element would likely trigger spontaneous nuclear fission by way of exciting the atom itself. If he were to properly learn how to manipulate nuclear fission to suit his needs, he could just snap his fingers and the entirety of…. Moscow, for instance, would be nothing more than a fond memory. Luckily, they don’t teach high school students about nuclear fission in detail in physics.
Melee capability: He prefers to keep any aggressors at a distance, if possible. Otherwise, he fights like a cornered animal - no holds barred and without any fear of collateral damage. If he’s been pushed to the point of melee combat, he’ll fight desperately; unyielding even despite his injuries. His movements are sharp, erratic; staccatoed. He has a tendency to feint strikes more often than not, going for subtle, precise strikes than make use of his low center of gravity rather than making showy displays that could potentially intimidate his opponent. He’s all about function.
Weapons?: Knives, knives, and more knives. He has dozens of knives hidden on his person at any given time, though even he doesn’t know how many there are. Despite, or perhaps because of, his aversion to proximity, he’s become quite talented at throwing them - especially in tandem with his powers. To ensure he hits his mark without fail, he makes dozens of alterations to the weight and density of each knife as it flies - if he’s made a grave miscalculation and missed entirely, he’ll make use of rifts to get it flying back on track.
Special attributes: Full teleportation, that is, when he learns how to control it. Currently his only means of travel via spatial manipulation is by making use of multi-dimensional rifts, which can also transport things other than himself. This could be problematic for dozens of reasons.
Strength: He’s not very strong, but he fights very emotionally, in the same vein as the old Viking berserkir - warriors who would don bear pelts into battle. He’s not strong at all, but his persistence and bitterness fuel him, and he can be a terrifying opponent. He will literally fight tooth and nail, biting anything he can reach and scratching at his assailant’s eyes, if desperation proves it to be necessary. His punches aren’t the strongest, though he makes up for it with kicks strong enough to bruise, if not outright break bone.
Speed: He’s faster than average, sure, but not amazingly so. It’s one of the few perks of being so small in stature, but his physical endurance is still a bit lacking, so he can only maintain his speed for so long before tiring. Fortunately, it’s his agility and reflexes that make up for it – he’s precise and unpredictable, so that’s really where his advantage lies.
Personality: IN(T/F)P. Determined, passionate, impatient
Positive personality traits (strengths): Able to navigate social situations with ease, he’s empathetic in the extreme, though he only expresses it towards people he likes; unfailingly loyal and dedicated to those he deems worthy.
Negative personality traits (weaknesses): Conniving, flippant and apathetic to the needs of anyone he doesn’t care about, nihilistic
Philosophy: ”You’ve got to crack some eggs to make an omelet.”
Fears and phobias: Haphephobia (fear of physical contact or being touched), cleithrophobia (fear of being trapped or unable to escape), hypnophobia (fear of sleep or of dreaming); autophobia (fear of being alone and of oneself, often overlaps with intense self-loathing).
Bad habits or vices (it’d be super cool if you could list their corresponding deadly sin): Wrath. Coffee, definitely. He also has something of a shopping addiction; he has more clothes than he’ll probably ever wear and he treats most of his knives as if they’re disposable.
Prejudices: Older white men. He hates older white men and will often do anything he can to spite them. As a result, this extends to something of a resentment for authority in general.
Pet peeves or gripes: He despises repetitive noises, especially the sound of snapping gum. He’s not too fanatical of people who act like they know everything - superiority complexes like that just make him want to knock them down a peg or two. He really doesn’t like tall people because of how they look down on him, and he only moves his eyes to maintain eye contact with them. He refuses to move his head and give them any impressions of submission.
Things that make them angry: Overhearing one-sided arguments. He absolutely cannot just sit around and listen to verbal abuse like that. He gets himself into more trouble than anything and will immediately leap to the defense of the target of any such tirades - it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to get violent, though.
Things that embarrass them: Compliments. He couldn’t take a compliment if you paid him. It’s the closest he gets to an off-switch.
Sense of humour: Typically, his sense of humour is gross at best. It’s graphic and disturbing in all of the worst possible ways.
How do they see themselves?: He thinks he’s scum, though he makes no efforts to try and disprove it.
How self-confident are they?: He’s not at all confident. He’s just so impulsive that he doesn’t give himself time for self-doubt. If there’s nothing pressing to be done, he pretty much wallows in misery and pity, so there’s that.
How do they believe they are perceived by others?: He doesn’t. He pointedly avoids thinking of others’ feelings about him, because he doesn’t feel too positive - why would anyone else? That, and he likes playing it off as aloof nonchalance.
How does your character feel about love: He thinks of it as a sort of emotional manipulation, akin to that of guilt or obligation.
About crime: He doesn’t feel as if he’s really entitled to have an opinion on crime at this point. Some things, though, are too despicable for even him to overlook.
How do they handle pain?: He puts feelings off pain aside for later, more or less. He steels himself in preparation, and tries his damnedest to look impervious to it. In actuality, he’s really almost procrastinating. He puts it all off so he can cry later as he tends to his wounds.
Are they typically a leader or a follower?: Leader, but only in the sense that he’s the leader of no one. He’s king nothing.
What kind of energy level does this person typically display and why?: He’s lethargic a lot of the time, but he can still scrounge up energy when he needs it.
Optimistic or pessimistic?: Pessimistic.
Impulsive or cautious? (do they think before they act?): Impulsive impulsive impulsive.
Disorganized or neat? (also note whether they keep things clean – cleanliness and organization are not mutually inclusive): Disorganized is a nice way to put it. At least his things aren’t filthy – he at least gets rid of uneaten food or dirty dishes.
Work ethic (hardworking or laid back?): Hardworking, when it’s something he wants to be doing. If he has no interest in whatever work it might be, he’ll only do the bare minimum.
Hobbies/Interests: He has a particular fondness for solitary things, really. Having to maintain a constant facade is exhausting. He really likes card games like solitaire that he can just play by himself, though he also can’t help but like poker and backgammon – any card game where he can make cash money is a good card game indeed.
Seeing as he always has a knife or two (or twenty) on hand, he’s a fan of knife throwing, though he’ll also just fiddle with opening and closing the mechanisms a lot. If it were an option, he’d probably love to head a knife throwing act in Vegas. (Fun fact: he has a unique name for every single knife he owns.)
If he had enough free time, he’d probably also play video games, though they’d mostly be first person shooters – probably for Xbox. He’d get on voice chat once and get IP banned for cursing out a bunch of twelve year olds. His favourite games would probably be Portal.
Favorite foods: Greasy, fast and easy food. Pepperoni pizza is his greatest weakness, especially with extra cheese.
Favorite books: He’s not the sort to read in his free time, so anything he reads would probably be educationally mandated. If he had to say though, A Clockwork Orange.
Favorite color: Red, definitely. He sees it at the end of every successful job, so it’s probably impossible for him to not like it.
Favorite place (alternately, when/where are they most comfortable?): He likes the view of a city’s skyline most. It’s nice to see all of the colourful lights and watching all of the people and cars bustling about is an amusing pasttime – that, and it’s the best place to hide.
Item(s) special to character: Here’s a knife, there’s a knife, everywhere’s a knife…
Person/friend close to character: He doesn’t do friends.
Description of home life: He was living with his mother and older sister in a small rundown apartment in Detriot, up until things started getting bad with the FBI and his eventual detainment. His mother worked at a local diner to try and patch up their rapidly diminishing income, and he did a few… odd jobs on the side, which only contributed to his problems with the law. His older sister was ailing and bedridden, still probably is, and the expense of her medical bills never really helped their financial situation much.
Regardless, he loves his family to bits, which unfortunately happens to be the source of nearly all of his issues. He doesn’t resent them in the slightest, though he resents himself and the things he’s done because of them.
Defining life experience: To keep things as brief and not… spoiler-y as possible, we’ll put it like this. Living with an alcoholic sucks. Living with an abusive alcoholic is hellish. Living with an abusive alcoholic who just happens to be the source of your house’s income is a recipe for disaster.
It’s even worse when you’re going through puberty in the meanwhile and you have to deal with the onset of weird magic shit, on top of hormonal imbalances and acne problems. It’s even less fun when you accidentally injure your abuser with them and wind up having to quell the aftermath, by taking up the mantle of ‘murderer’ at fourteen.
The fact that your sister was maimed in the crossfire probably doesn’t make your mother hate you any less, though she’s never really seemed to acknowledge either you or your sibling much anyway, but…
How could you kill her husband, you filthy awful child? She loved him and now you’re the reason he’s dead, you were a mistake – she knew you were a mistake. Her pregnancy with you was horrible, she should have known not to carry you to term and now look at you, you little freak, you’ve killed him…
Goals and motivation: He just wants things to be normal. He wants to listen to his sister talk again, though any signs of life besides the shallow rising and falling of her chest would be enough, he thinks. He’d love it if his mother would forgive him, because couldn’t you see the bruises? Can’t you see how much he hurt you and how much better off you are without him? Maybe we could all just be a happy little family, and wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Short term, he just wants the government off his back because it’s difficult to do shit if you’re under constant surveillance.
Conflict (what is keeping them from their goal?): His mother’s faith in his father, the permanence and immutability of his mistakes; the fact that the FBI can be thoroughly persistent when they want to be.
Fatal flaw (the main problem to work through): The blind optimism that he uses to cope. Only one of his goals is feasibly attainable, and even then, it’s for a larger purpose that he futilely rebels against in the hopes that maybe – just maybe – if he believes things will be okay, it’ll come to pass. Getting over this idealism will probably break him, and he knows that if he falters in his conviction that he’ll lose everything.
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