Post by Oliver Basille on Feb 26, 2017 3:06:51 GMT
Oliver James Basille
FACE CLAIM: Dylan O'Brien
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Student♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER:
The ability to perfectly replicate oneself into a living/sentient duplicate of themselves. The duplicate has the same mental properties, but as the ability progresses, the duplicate may in turn obtain a personality of its own. This duplicate can stem as a side of the host that has been buried for example; a quiet, shy kid may duplicate themselves into a brash and reckless counterpart. When the duplication is dormant in the system, it will appear as a second voice in the host's mind, as if it is another part of their sub-conscience.
LIMITATIONS:
-This particular branch of duplication only allows for one duplicate.
-The host and the duplicate can only be 100 meters apart, there's a sort of mental line that ties them together and they can't break it.
-The duplicate acts of its own free will
-The duplicate is free to come and go as he pleases, unless the host shuts down and mentally 'locks' him in or out.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
-When the duplicate is of its own body, anything that happens to the host affects the duplicate. Physical pain, emotional turmoil, anything significant and vice versa.
-If the duplicate is apart from the main source for an extended period of time, both are weakened to the point of growing faint and perhaps not having the energy to move.
-The mental strain from an absence will wear down the source and in the worst case scenario can cause brain damage to the part of the brain that the duplicate is representing.
-Migraines are common from the incessant talking of another person in the source's head.
-Dependency on alcohol or prescription drugs is also common.♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
To begin, I'd like to know both sides of the story as told by each of you separately.
He angled the camera towards him, focused it and stepped back to see the picture that came onto the computer screen. Clearly able to see himself, he sat in the computer chair and wheeled it forward. Down the hall, water was running which gave him approximately twenty to twenty-five minutes to do this. He pressed record on the camera and cleared his throat.
"Alright then. I've got about twenty minutes to get through eighteen years worth of problems, luckily I'm a fast talker and I can always just lock Ollie out of the room while he's in his skivvies.
I'm Oliver's better half, his duplicate and I go by James which is his given middle name. I've been part of Ollie's life for about five years now. He manifested at thirteen and I came out while he was sleeping. It was kind of comical when he woke up. I was just standing by the window and he jumped up like one of those cartoon cats with their hackles all raised and everything. At the time, I was more him than I was me. The shock he felt, I felt. The fear, the anxiety, it was all mirrored in me. It was like that for the first year. All of his tendencies were mine, but the longer we were apart and separate beings, the more my own personality came to be.
I am a direct result of what Oliver has been through. Shortly after his mother died, Ollie was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He has an irrational and devastating fear of death and of hurting people which only intensified after his manifestation. Being a mutant really screwed with him because he felt like if he lost control of me, I would hurt someone and indirectly that would have meant he had, too.
What Oliver doesn't realize is that his OCD and all of the pent of frustrations and anger he had was what caused him to manifest when he did. I'm his sub-conscious mind, the parts of him that he never told anyone about. He has this fear of normal people because he doesn't want to hurt them, but the way that they look at us angers him. Which led to my hatred for 'normal' people. His fear of death that paralyzes him is why I am his backbone. I say all of the things Oliver won't, I protect him because he can't protect himself.
Ollie was always picked on, even before his mother died because he's frail and lanky. Awkward. I'm a direct replica of him, and while I'm still gangly like him with the same build, I don't let people walk all over me. Fighting doesn't scare me. And he hates that.
He doesn't understand though that I am him. I'm him without his disorder, without his anxiety. I'm what he would be if he wasn't so terrified of the life he's been given. I'm exactly what he needs to get through this unscathed and I'm protecting him from all of the things he's so scared of.
Oliver blames me for not having friends, for being such a recluse because he's scared of what will happen if I'm out and around people too often. But it's him. It's his disorder that keeps him from getting close to anyone. He shuts people out, won't touch anyone, barely leaves his room, which as you can see is spotless of not just germs and clutter, but of personalization and self-expression. Oliver is so scared of everything he doesn't let anyone see who he is behind his disorder.
That's all I'm trying to help him do."
The door handle turns and the latch clicks as it opens. A boy, the same boy, walks in with a towel rubbing his wet hair to dry it. He looks up at the screen and then at his duplicate with a frown. "What are you doing with my computer?"
"Welp, that's all for now, doc. See ya on the flip side." The duplicate then stopped the recording and the computer screen went black.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: Twenty-one
EXPERIENCE: eight or so years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? None other than Mel
