Post by Eric Forest on Dec 12, 2016 12:38:41 GMT
Eric Sullivan Rose Forest
FACE CLAIM: Nam Taehyun
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Bellefonte Student♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Fire Manipulation
Fire manipulation is the ability to control the kinetic energy of atoms in the air around people and objects. Eric's power is fairly weak, and he has some control over it. He can create a small ball of fire in his hands, and is able to throw said fire ball but it dissipates at a maximum distance of two meters. Candles can be easily lit, and flames can be used to illuminate a small area around his person. At most, the damage a person may get from his flames is nothing but a light burn that one may get from touching a lit stove, a hot pan, a boiling kettle, etc.
LIMITATIONS:
- Cannot be used at a direct distance
- Can only create a small ball in his hand to throw
- Strong enough to cast light
- Strong enough to light candles
- Can cause minor burns
- Can cause minor damage to property
- Has some control, but can sometimes spark up randomly
- If scared, his ability blocks itself from being used as a defense.
- Difficulties lighting fire in winter or cold weather
- If temperatures get too cold he freezes faster
SIDE-EFFECTS:
- High body temperatures
- More temperamental/hot-headed
- Headaches
- Consistently weak wrists
- Naturally red hair (due to high temperatures)
- Strain causes difficulties focusing
- Starts setting of steam when angry
- Can set his own clothes on fire by accident
- He can handle heat and cold better than most (due to high temperatures) but if temperatures drop too low, he can also freeze faster or if temperatures rise too high, he can get fevers easier too.♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
I sat bolt upright, waking myself up. I couldn’t breathe, my chest was tight. I thought... I thought that I... I pushed that aside... pushed it into the deepest recesses of my mind. My heart pounded and my body groaned in protest as I got up. I’m no longer a child... I’m no longer that child. I headed to the kitchen and stood at the sink, filling a glass with water. I stared at the reflection in the window as the tap ran soothingly over my hands. Those same dark eyes... that same red hair... that... that... demon is what I look like. What I wouldn’t give to be somebody else, to have lived a different life... a better life... a life under the blanket of safety.
Safety... no... Safety doesn’t exist... goodness... kindness... they do not exist... we are shrouded by false security, being lured into thinking we’re safe... the only two types of blankets that exist are the blankets you sleep under, and the blankets of dreams and nightmares... That monster taught me that. Taught me that good never existed... he went as far as to physically harm me to get it through my head. But I pushed all that aside... at least I thought I had. I sighed and going to my room, tried as hard as possible to push the thoughts away. I couldn’t get back to sleep... I mean how could I? I just laid there not sure what to do, so I just let memories drift by and I froze when one particular memory popped up.
Sitting bolt upright, I am cold. My blanket doing nothing to keep me warm and my jammies only being a singlet and shorts... but there’s another reason I am cold... I had a nightmare that no child should ever have. I slip out of bed to go to daddy. I slip under the blankets snuggling into him. “Daddy...? I had a bad dream...” I whisper. He was asleep, but being a light sleeper he had awoken with ease.
He is annoyed... I can see it. He got up and picked me up as he went. He throws me into a wall and I yelp starting to cry. He looks scary... I am weak. Compared to daddy... I am weak. He lifted his foot and whispers “Don’t EVER call me daddy!”
Forcing myself out of the thought, my hand slips to my back where there is a scar.... Why did my memories have to resurface? I pushed them to the back of my mind a long time ago. Trying to go back to sleep, my scar was throbbing, making it difficult for me to sleep. Sighing and giving up on the notion of sleep, I looked at my digital clock. It blinked a little after midnight. I got up getting out of my night clothes and into a shirt, jeans and sneakers. Grabbing my house keys, I left and locked up, going for a walk. Walking clears my head. It leaves my mind blank as if blanketed by a void.
During my walk I came across the theatre which was still open, surprisingly. I looked at the showing list and apparently it was a violinist. Wondering if there were any tickets left, I approached the ticket booth and asked for one, getting the final ticket, I entered. The sound swept over me as a sweet blanket, calming my nerves greatly, and a sense of calm overcame me. I play violin, but not professionally, I thought about it... but I’m not that good. It was an hour or so later when the concert had finished.
Finding myself outside, I wondered if my old hideout still had my violin there, or if someone had discovered it. Heading to the old building, I entered and was happy and surprised to see that my old violin was still there. Picking it up and dusting it off, I tested it. It was a little out of tune, but I quickly tweaked it to be in tune again. Beginning to play, I found myself being pulled into the music. The music covered the area, bringing the old building to life. The lights, the stage, I remembered it all, happy memories, good memories, reminding me that there was some good in the world, and not everything was bad. Rhythm slowing down, the building returned to its old lifeless state.
Sighing I stared down at the violin. I may not be the best when it comes to reading, writing or socialising, but there’s just something about music that just... it’s hard to explain... When my mother died, my father had some... issues... and he took it out on me every chance he could. I never focused at school, so I never learnt to read or write properly, and I still struggle even now... I ran away from home when I was thirteen and hid away here in this building, I had no other relatives, and neighbours were usually out... and oddly enough, when father sent people out to search for me, often times I'd get found, other times not so much. I discovered my powers the other day, by defending myself from a bully at school. He pushed me too far and I reacted, burning his hand purely by accident, all I wanted was for him to let go. Of course I'm now suspended because of that. Heading home with my violin, I managed to get some sleep.
A week and I was back at school, the teachers and principal kept an eye one both me and the one who bullied me. Seeing that I was learning about my powers, creating small balls of flames, I was sent home early the Friday. And come Saturday morning, I had some visitors. They were dressed in suits and they asked if they could come in. Only barely agreeing, I led them in to the kitchen and we sat at the kitchen table.
"We know about your powers." One said in a calm tone. I looked at them in shock.
"We always know. We're officials from Bellefonte Academy. A boarding school for the gifted, like yourself." A second spoke up. "We are sent out to find people like you and bring them to safety." He continued. I stared at them in silence, thinking about things.
"I don't want to go. I'm fine where I am." I replied.
"You could harm other people, or there could be people out to harm you." The first spoke up. Whenever she spoke, I felt an odd sense of calm flood through me. Much like the sense I get when playing my violin. "You'll have free boarding, food and an education, and when you gain control over your powers, or become stronger, you will be able to come and go as you please." The female smiled trying to calm my nerves.
"We've spoken to your employer, and they are more than understanding of the circumstances of which you have been put under." The male spoke up once more. This conversation continued to go in circles. Me refusing to go, and them trying to convince me. Eventually the conversation lead to the topic I feared talking about with anyone.
"You're sixteen, we can contact your parents and have them agree to you coming with us." The male said, which resulted in a glare from the female.
"I... have a Declaration of Emancipation due to issues at home." I responded. They gave each other a look.
"We understand that, but you cannot be left on your own." The female smiled again.
"I don't want to go, but since you keep insisting..." I sighed rolling my eyes.
They waited for me to gather the proper paperwork and any supplies I wanted or needed, and then I was introduced to a new life at Bellefonte. What awaits me here? I have no idea, and I'm less than willing to find out.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Derp or DD
AGE GROUP: 18 turning 19 in a couple of days
EXPERIENCE: How long did I say I've been doing this? Idk... a few years at least
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I think I was just site hopping.
