Post by Rowan McAllister on Mar 13, 2017 14:46:50 GMT
Rowan Brielle McAllister
FACE CLAIM: Daria Sidorchuk
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Undecided
POSITION: Student♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Telekinesis
Rowan has the ability to move things with her mind. The ability itself feels like another set of hands to Rowan, but when it touches someone else it leaves behind a residual tingling feeling like when a limb is falling asleep. This ability of hers is mostly run by her sub-conscious mind, often times she thinks it has a mind of its own, but she knows that's highly unlikely. She had a lot of trouble controlling it when she was younger, but it has become a second pair of hands to her now.
The only times she loses control is when she's unexpectedly put through emotional turmoil of any kind. If she gets angry (which happens more often than anything else), her ability becomes explosive and very difficult to reign in. Typically at her angriest (which has happened a handful of times) she will send things flying and her ability becomes almost stronger than what it is when she's concentrating on it. Rage makes it easy to trigger the malicious part of her sub-conscious and she sends things flying at people, rather than anywhere else.
When she's upset, crying or depressed (which has been known to come up on occasion), her ability is either unresponsive or reaches out and holds onto things very securely. The people she's closest with are used to her ability clinging to them when she's upset.
LIMITATIONS:
Rowan can only mentally control things that she would be able to lift on her own without any help. Tables and chairs are a little more on the difficult side for her, but the rush of adrenaline from her emotions can aide her in lifting them, though it won't go far when thrown.
She can't send people flying through the air. No matter how angry she is, the most she's able to do with a human that is her size, or maybe a little smaller is shoulder check them forcefully. She isn't sadistic enough to try anything with a child, though she thinks she'd be able to do more than that with a smaller human.
She can't move anything that isn't nearby. If she can hardly make out the size and shape of the object, she can't get a firm grasp on it with her mental hands, so she has to be within reaching distance. Though her mental hands can stretch a decent radius, it's nothing extensive.
SIDE-EFFECTS:
-Migraines, tension headaches
-Exhaustion and fatigue from overuse
-Over exertion can cause her to lose consciousness
-Irritability from the above side effects♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
“Good evening, Miss McAllister. It’s nice to see you,” There’s a woman sitting across from me in a small room, at a plain desk with scattered papers and jars of pens and pencils. I can see my name on a paper that’s facing her, my picture in the corner, school records I imagine. And my juvie records. She knows all about me, I can tell from the tone of her voice. Pretentious, patronizing, nothing out of the usual for me.
All I can do is lift my emerald green eyes up to her black, soulless eyes. She’s not looking directly at me, whether it’s out of fear or just disgust I can’t figure out, but it puts me on edge. Where does she get off acting like she’s so much better than me? She continues, “You’ll need to answer a few questions for me so that I may assist you in finding a suitable trainer as well as a potential mentor for you, doesn’t that sound nice?” It’s gross the way she lays on this sickeningly sweet layer to her tone. I don’t believe any of it.
When she realizes I’m not going to answer, she lets out an audible sigh and shakes her head just a bit before looking down at some list next to my file. “You’re a telekinetic, with a knack for throwing and/or stealing things.” She doesn’t ask it like a question, but states it. She’s put two and two together, not that it would take a rocket scientist to do that. I’ve been taken to juvie for stealing, prior to my manifestation. The throwing things came after, and it was only out of defense, like when I feel as though I’m being caged. Or rather, when my ability interprets it that way. Sometimes it has a mind of its own, but why should I tell her that. Warn her?
If she doesn’t stop looking at me the way she is, I can only imagine the effect she’ll have on it.
“You grew up in a rough neighborhood, single parent who works with...what is that...five brothers and sisters?” The horrified expression on her face only fuels my annoyance. In this instance, I feel it necessary to show my irritation at the tone she uses when asking about my family.
I answer plainly, “Yes.”
Her disgust lingers in the way she scrunches her nose. “Why don’t we start with them, since you seem to be willing to answer that question? Tell me about them, names, ages, mutant or non.”
My eyes narrow and I consider my options. 1) I could outright ignore her. 2) I could bear my soul to her and accept whatever reaction she thinks is suitable. 3) I could give her the bare minimum that she asked for. I decide on a combination of one and three, “I have three brothers and two sisters. Only one other has manifested, Trick, the others haven’t.”
“Trick has manifested. Okay, tell me about Trick, who is this Trick?”
I frown, she’s pushing for some information about me, but I don’t know why. This has nothing to do with my ability. Perhaps she’s testing my aggression. “His name is Colton, or Cole even, but we all call him Trick because of his middle name. He’s my older brother, eighteen years old and...explosive.” That’s all I’m willing to give and by her expression she knows it.
“Okay, since you aren’t keen on personal details, which does help by the way, we’ll remain strictly business. Your ability, it’s very dangerous from what I’ve come to understand from the recruiters. Tell me how it came to be, what was your manifestation like, what do you feel sets it off, so on and so forth.”
My manifestation was a trainwreck and a memory I’m not thrilled about sharing, but this is the kind of thing that actually pertains to the reason I’m here.♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Trix yo
AGE GROUP: Twenty-one
EXPERIENCE: Too long
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I took the midnight train
