Post by Fixx on Jul 31, 2009 17:08:55 GMT -5
Player name: You've got it
Contact Info: Also, you've got it
Basic Character Information
Type: Original
Full name: Richard Thompson
Goes by: Dick
Code name(s)/Alias(es): Fixx
Gender: Male
Age/Birth date: 17/ November 14
Place of birth: California
Hometown: LA
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair: black
Eyes: brown
Education: 12th grade
Occupation: Student
Family: Belle 12, Heather 14, Jillian 14, Mary 16 (sisters). Nick (father), Carrie (mother).
Criminal record/citizenship: No criminal record/ US
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
General Appearance: Dick wears his hair long, about mid-back in length and usually back in a ponytail. He makes to keep cleanly shaven, never being caught with stubble or a five o'clock shadow. He has no piercing but does wear an ear cuff on each ear near the lobe. The clothing he wears is usually dark and tight fitting, the usual outfit being a pair of snug fitting jeans and a black t-shirt that fits close up against his muscled body. His physique is well toned and athletic. His expressions are very mild when he shows emotion, most of his emotions showing mainly in his eyes.
Dick has a scar that spreads over his left shoulder and halfway down the right side of his back from the fire he had been caught in back when he was sixteen. The scar is raised up slightly from the rest of his skin and paler.
Personality: Dick may feel plenty of emotions but he isn't too good about showing them, usually keeping a good chunk of what he feels to himself. Emotions aren't the only things he holds back as he is not too big of a conversationalist. Yes, he talks but no one should really expect him to make any kind of speech or to hold too long of a conversation. The lack of conversation becomes even greater if the topic is turned to him, Dick being a secretive kind of guy. He doesn't mind listening though, him being the type that's easy to talk to... sometimes a little too easy to talk to.
He enjoys swimming, running, and riding horses. He does most of his riding at night time and early morning, bareback and sometimes even without reins on the horse. Horses are his favorite animals.
Powers: Dick has the ability to fix broken things and to re-break things that he has fixed in the past. Yes, this goes for people and animals as well but excludes the dead. If a person or animal is dead, he may be able to fix the body but he can not bring a person back to life. To use his abilities on a target, he has to either see or touch the target for his abilities to work on.
He can fix things like bones and broken glass and the like but he is not able to fix burns or un-melt things, or do anything of the like. He can only fix things that are actually broken. Example; snap a twig and he can put it back together.
Weaknesses: Dick has the same weaknesses as a fit person of the same gender age and size. His other weaknesses include the weakness that comes over him after the use of his abilities and his fear of fire. Every time he uses his abilities, it drains him and depending on how much of his power he uses to mend or re-break something, the weakened feeling goes from either a mind one that causes him to feel a little fatigue to him being knocked out for a few days.
The reason his abilities weaken him is because every time he uses them, it takes a bit of his life (this being why he has the ability to re-break things he has fixed... his life giving him a tie to the targets after his powers have been used on them). Although it does not age him, he will most likely never live to see the age of thirty.
Power Potential: Eventually, after extensive training in his abilities, Dick will be able to use his powers without the need to touch or see a target but by concentrating on it hard enough. This would mostly work for the re-breaking though since he has a tie to the things he has fixed.
History: Dick was the first born of five siblings and the only boy out of the bunch. Sometimes he thought that his parents had just kept trying to get a second son and had given up after the fourth daughter in a row and it had been a piece of humor for him until he found out later down the line that his joking suspicions had been true. Then it had become something that he found caused him to like his parents a deal less and to lose a good amount of respect for them. He never told his sisters about what he had learned though, not wanting them to be hurt by the truth.
He was glad when his parents gave up on trying to have a second son but the damage had already been done, him still not looking up to them as much as he had used to or spending as much time with them. Just because Dick didn't spend much time with his parents didn't mean that his sisters were treated in the same way. His sisters and him had a close bond through their whole lives. In fact, it was his love for his siblings that triggered the awakening of his ability..
He had been walking the twins, Jillian and Heather, back home from a pool party when a car suddenly swerved off the road that the sidewalk went along and struck his sisters who had run ahead of him. The driver had seemingly tried to stop but hadn't reacted in time as the two girls were made to meet the pavement and as the bumper of the car dented some from the impact. Dick had been horrified, to say the least, and ran over to them, falling to his knees as he collected his sisters up in his arms. He could tell that a good amount of their bones had been broken, them having been too little to handle such an impact at the age of ten... and had desperately wanted the damage to be undone.
To his utter shock, he felt his siblings bones moving to the right places and heard a good amount of crunching and in the next moment, his sisters were crying in his arms. The driver, who had come out as soon as the car had stopped and who had witnessed what had happened, completely freaked out not knowing what just happened and blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Feeling confused and scared himself, Dick quickly got up and did the only thing he could think of doing at that moment, called 911. The driver just stood, looking around at the blood and the bumper and trying to snap himself out of whatever hallucination he may have been suffering from.
There were a lot of questions when Dick, Heather, and Jillian met up with at the hospitol by their parents but none of them were able to fully explain what had really happened, them not understanding it themselves. The questions were mostly directed to the twins as almost as soon as their parents got there, Dick passed out. It was a day and a half later that he woke up and when his parents asked him about what had gone on, he could only say that his sisters had been broken up one moment and the next moment, the bones seemed to be alright and bleeding stopped even though the flesh was still bruised.
Once his parents finally let the topic drop, Dick had the time to think long and hard about what might have happened. He wondered if he had been the cause or if some kind of miracle had gone on or a mixture of both. It wasn't as if he could find out all that easily so he was forced to let it go himself... for a while at least.
About three months down the line, his sisters and himself were playing around the house, it having been raining and them not having been able to go outside for their chasing and hiding. It was during the chasing about the house that a lamp was accidentally knocked over onto the floor to be shattered. Before the eyes of the siblings, the lamp pieced back together and by the time their parents had entered the room, it was whole again. It was a moment after that Dick felt weak and went to his room, lying about the lamp and saying that it hadn't broken in the first place so neither his sisters or him would be interrogated.
After the lamp incident, Dick figured that either his sisters or he had been the cause of the unexplainable events. Out of curiosity, and after a short nap, Dick took up one of the trophies he had gotten from a horse show and broke it on the foot of his bed. Then, holding the pieces together, he concentrated to see if they would go back together. Nothing happened and he was about to laugh at himself but just as he was about to set the trophy down, it became whole again and he felt a touch of tiredness hit him. Dick took the whole thing pretty well, not getting overly excited or getting freaked out about the situation. He more of took it in a "Hmm that's interesting" way.
His abilities became something his siblings and himself kept as a secret between themselves and something he tried to only use in situations where the fixing was really needed while no one else was around... That was the way things were until a couple years down the line when he was sixteen and when a tragedy struck...
Dick had had a girlfriend he became involved with at the age of fifteen and the relationship had reached a full year before it was ended. The end of the relationship wasn't due to any argument or a decision made by either one of them, it had been ended by a murder... There had been a homicidal pyromaniac on the loose in the area but still, Dick and hi girlfriend Lisa had been walking by themselves to one of their dates. They had run into the murderer and although Dick did a good job at trying to fend him off and protect Lisa, the man had a weight advantage and more experience and Dick was put out of commission.
When Dick woke up, he woke to pain. Both of his legs had been broken and one of his arms and he was in an unfamiliar room which was quickly filling with flames that were spreading along the walls, ceiling, and floor. The pain clouded his thoughts and he was unable to make any action for several moments until his powers kicked in on their own and his broken bones were fixed. Once he was able to get up from the floor, he spotted Lisa in one of the corners of the room, sobbing crumpled up on the floor and to further his panic on fire.
Dick rushed over to her, pulling her away from the blaze she had been against and beating out the flames that had caught on her clothes. It looked like all of her limbs had been broken and judging by how a part of her head dented in, that she had been struck by a sledge hammer or something but before he could think about what other breaks she may have had, he was using his abilities to try to fix her. Her sobs suddenly ceased in the middle of his using his abilities but he didn't stop. He didn't want to let himself believe what he already knew to be true... that the injuries had been so bad that she had died in his arms.
Devastated, he continued to try to fix her even when all of the broken bones were back to being intact. He tried to fix her from being dead, to bring her back but found himself unable to get her eyes to stop staring so blankly and being glazed with death and being unable to get her to snap out of it no matter how many times he screamed for her to.
All the while, the room was getting more and more crowded by the fire and Dick was forced to give up as the heat and smoke got to be too much for him to handle and ignore. Reluctantly, he placed Lisa's body down on the floor where the fire hadn't spread to yet and he tried to get the door opened to find it locked from the outside and the doorknob too hot to touch for more than a brief moment. He continued trying to get out, not wanting to be burned alive but there seemed to be no escape... The combination of the heat, smoke, and the weakness from the use of his powers pulled him into unconsciousness, him dropping to the floor in a heap beside his dead girlfriend.
It was half a week later that he woke in the hospital, him having been saved by some fire fighters that had managed to arrive in time to get him out alive. He had gotten out with only bad burns covering his shoulder and halfway down the left side of his back and a mild burn over the rest of his skin. The burn that was on his shoulder and back was so bad that there was scarring that remained.
Not wanting their only son to be haunted by the past and having wanted to move out of the city anyway, Dick's parents, his sisters, and he moved away. They ended up moving to a quiet town called Bayville when he was home-schooled until his senior year then enrolled into the Bayville High School after. Due to the fact that he had often returned to the city they had moved out of, him clinging onto Lisa's memory and not wanting to seem like he was forgetting her. It wasn't until this year that upon the begging of his sisters, he let Lisa slip out of his life and stopped going back to the city... And so, after two years of having been a Bayville resident, he actually started becoming noticed.
Other: Every since the day of Lisa's death, Dick has had a fear of fire. Not so much as someone strikes a match and he cowers... He doesn't have it nearly as bad as that... But he will avoid bonfires like the plague.
He has let Lisa slip out of his life but a part of him still had died with her and that is something he will never be able to recover completely from. He is trying to move on but at the same time, he's making sure not to push himself too fast.
Dick's family is on the wealthy side so it is not surprising that he has a horse. He doesn't act all uppity about his wealth. Actually, it would be hard to tell that he's anything out of the ordinary when it comes to money... him not being the type to rub it in anyone's face.
Sample RP:
Dick looked at Belle then at the cracked egg she had brought to him then at his youngest sister again. She had found the egg out in the back yard and upon seeing the crack in its side, had picked it up and carried it until she had found him.
"You know that even if I do it, its parents will never take it back with it smelling like people." He warned.
"I don't care! I just want the baby to live, Dicky! Please... Pretty please? I'll raise it! I'll raise it like i did the squirrel!" She said, her eyes watering up.
"Alright.... But you have to take care of it like you said you would...." Dick stated before looking to the egg again.
Inside, he kicked himself mentally for being such a softy towards his baby sister. He looked harder at the egg, concentrating. In the next moment, the crack was gone as if it had never been there to begin with.
Activity: Twice, maybe three times a week or more if I have replies.
Contact Info: Also, you've got it
Basic Character Information
Type: Original
Full name: Richard Thompson
Goes by: Dick
Code name(s)/Alias(es): Fixx
Gender: Male
Age/Birth date: 17/ November 14
Place of birth: California
Hometown: LA
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190lbs
Hair: black
Eyes: brown
Education: 12th grade
Occupation: Student
Family: Belle 12, Heather 14, Jillian 14, Mary 16 (sisters). Nick (father), Carrie (mother).
Criminal record/citizenship: No criminal record/ US
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
General Appearance: Dick wears his hair long, about mid-back in length and usually back in a ponytail. He makes to keep cleanly shaven, never being caught with stubble or a five o'clock shadow. He has no piercing but does wear an ear cuff on each ear near the lobe. The clothing he wears is usually dark and tight fitting, the usual outfit being a pair of snug fitting jeans and a black t-shirt that fits close up against his muscled body. His physique is well toned and athletic. His expressions are very mild when he shows emotion, most of his emotions showing mainly in his eyes.
Dick has a scar that spreads over his left shoulder and halfway down the right side of his back from the fire he had been caught in back when he was sixteen. The scar is raised up slightly from the rest of his skin and paler.
Personality: Dick may feel plenty of emotions but he isn't too good about showing them, usually keeping a good chunk of what he feels to himself. Emotions aren't the only things he holds back as he is not too big of a conversationalist. Yes, he talks but no one should really expect him to make any kind of speech or to hold too long of a conversation. The lack of conversation becomes even greater if the topic is turned to him, Dick being a secretive kind of guy. He doesn't mind listening though, him being the type that's easy to talk to... sometimes a little too easy to talk to.
He enjoys swimming, running, and riding horses. He does most of his riding at night time and early morning, bareback and sometimes even without reins on the horse. Horses are his favorite animals.
Powers: Dick has the ability to fix broken things and to re-break things that he has fixed in the past. Yes, this goes for people and animals as well but excludes the dead. If a person or animal is dead, he may be able to fix the body but he can not bring a person back to life. To use his abilities on a target, he has to either see or touch the target for his abilities to work on.
He can fix things like bones and broken glass and the like but he is not able to fix burns or un-melt things, or do anything of the like. He can only fix things that are actually broken. Example; snap a twig and he can put it back together.
Weaknesses: Dick has the same weaknesses as a fit person of the same gender age and size. His other weaknesses include the weakness that comes over him after the use of his abilities and his fear of fire. Every time he uses his abilities, it drains him and depending on how much of his power he uses to mend or re-break something, the weakened feeling goes from either a mind one that causes him to feel a little fatigue to him being knocked out for a few days.
The reason his abilities weaken him is because every time he uses them, it takes a bit of his life (this being why he has the ability to re-break things he has fixed... his life giving him a tie to the targets after his powers have been used on them). Although it does not age him, he will most likely never live to see the age of thirty.
Power Potential: Eventually, after extensive training in his abilities, Dick will be able to use his powers without the need to touch or see a target but by concentrating on it hard enough. This would mostly work for the re-breaking though since he has a tie to the things he has fixed.
History: Dick was the first born of five siblings and the only boy out of the bunch. Sometimes he thought that his parents had just kept trying to get a second son and had given up after the fourth daughter in a row and it had been a piece of humor for him until he found out later down the line that his joking suspicions had been true. Then it had become something that he found caused him to like his parents a deal less and to lose a good amount of respect for them. He never told his sisters about what he had learned though, not wanting them to be hurt by the truth.
He was glad when his parents gave up on trying to have a second son but the damage had already been done, him still not looking up to them as much as he had used to or spending as much time with them. Just because Dick didn't spend much time with his parents didn't mean that his sisters were treated in the same way. His sisters and him had a close bond through their whole lives. In fact, it was his love for his siblings that triggered the awakening of his ability..
He had been walking the twins, Jillian and Heather, back home from a pool party when a car suddenly swerved off the road that the sidewalk went along and struck his sisters who had run ahead of him. The driver had seemingly tried to stop but hadn't reacted in time as the two girls were made to meet the pavement and as the bumper of the car dented some from the impact. Dick had been horrified, to say the least, and ran over to them, falling to his knees as he collected his sisters up in his arms. He could tell that a good amount of their bones had been broken, them having been too little to handle such an impact at the age of ten... and had desperately wanted the damage to be undone.
To his utter shock, he felt his siblings bones moving to the right places and heard a good amount of crunching and in the next moment, his sisters were crying in his arms. The driver, who had come out as soon as the car had stopped and who had witnessed what had happened, completely freaked out not knowing what just happened and blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Feeling confused and scared himself, Dick quickly got up and did the only thing he could think of doing at that moment, called 911. The driver just stood, looking around at the blood and the bumper and trying to snap himself out of whatever hallucination he may have been suffering from.
There were a lot of questions when Dick, Heather, and Jillian met up with at the hospitol by their parents but none of them were able to fully explain what had really happened, them not understanding it themselves. The questions were mostly directed to the twins as almost as soon as their parents got there, Dick passed out. It was a day and a half later that he woke up and when his parents asked him about what had gone on, he could only say that his sisters had been broken up one moment and the next moment, the bones seemed to be alright and bleeding stopped even though the flesh was still bruised.
Once his parents finally let the topic drop, Dick had the time to think long and hard about what might have happened. He wondered if he had been the cause or if some kind of miracle had gone on or a mixture of both. It wasn't as if he could find out all that easily so he was forced to let it go himself... for a while at least.
About three months down the line, his sisters and himself were playing around the house, it having been raining and them not having been able to go outside for their chasing and hiding. It was during the chasing about the house that a lamp was accidentally knocked over onto the floor to be shattered. Before the eyes of the siblings, the lamp pieced back together and by the time their parents had entered the room, it was whole again. It was a moment after that Dick felt weak and went to his room, lying about the lamp and saying that it hadn't broken in the first place so neither his sisters or him would be interrogated.
After the lamp incident, Dick figured that either his sisters or he had been the cause of the unexplainable events. Out of curiosity, and after a short nap, Dick took up one of the trophies he had gotten from a horse show and broke it on the foot of his bed. Then, holding the pieces together, he concentrated to see if they would go back together. Nothing happened and he was about to laugh at himself but just as he was about to set the trophy down, it became whole again and he felt a touch of tiredness hit him. Dick took the whole thing pretty well, not getting overly excited or getting freaked out about the situation. He more of took it in a "Hmm that's interesting" way.
His abilities became something his siblings and himself kept as a secret between themselves and something he tried to only use in situations where the fixing was really needed while no one else was around... That was the way things were until a couple years down the line when he was sixteen and when a tragedy struck...
Dick had had a girlfriend he became involved with at the age of fifteen and the relationship had reached a full year before it was ended. The end of the relationship wasn't due to any argument or a decision made by either one of them, it had been ended by a murder... There had been a homicidal pyromaniac on the loose in the area but still, Dick and hi girlfriend Lisa had been walking by themselves to one of their dates. They had run into the murderer and although Dick did a good job at trying to fend him off and protect Lisa, the man had a weight advantage and more experience and Dick was put out of commission.
When Dick woke up, he woke to pain. Both of his legs had been broken and one of his arms and he was in an unfamiliar room which was quickly filling with flames that were spreading along the walls, ceiling, and floor. The pain clouded his thoughts and he was unable to make any action for several moments until his powers kicked in on their own and his broken bones were fixed. Once he was able to get up from the floor, he spotted Lisa in one of the corners of the room, sobbing crumpled up on the floor and to further his panic on fire.
Dick rushed over to her, pulling her away from the blaze she had been against and beating out the flames that had caught on her clothes. It looked like all of her limbs had been broken and judging by how a part of her head dented in, that she had been struck by a sledge hammer or something but before he could think about what other breaks she may have had, he was using his abilities to try to fix her. Her sobs suddenly ceased in the middle of his using his abilities but he didn't stop. He didn't want to let himself believe what he already knew to be true... that the injuries had been so bad that she had died in his arms.
Devastated, he continued to try to fix her even when all of the broken bones were back to being intact. He tried to fix her from being dead, to bring her back but found himself unable to get her eyes to stop staring so blankly and being glazed with death and being unable to get her to snap out of it no matter how many times he screamed for her to.
All the while, the room was getting more and more crowded by the fire and Dick was forced to give up as the heat and smoke got to be too much for him to handle and ignore. Reluctantly, he placed Lisa's body down on the floor where the fire hadn't spread to yet and he tried to get the door opened to find it locked from the outside and the doorknob too hot to touch for more than a brief moment. He continued trying to get out, not wanting to be burned alive but there seemed to be no escape... The combination of the heat, smoke, and the weakness from the use of his powers pulled him into unconsciousness, him dropping to the floor in a heap beside his dead girlfriend.
It was half a week later that he woke in the hospital, him having been saved by some fire fighters that had managed to arrive in time to get him out alive. He had gotten out with only bad burns covering his shoulder and halfway down the left side of his back and a mild burn over the rest of his skin. The burn that was on his shoulder and back was so bad that there was scarring that remained.
Not wanting their only son to be haunted by the past and having wanted to move out of the city anyway, Dick's parents, his sisters, and he moved away. They ended up moving to a quiet town called Bayville when he was home-schooled until his senior year then enrolled into the Bayville High School after. Due to the fact that he had often returned to the city they had moved out of, him clinging onto Lisa's memory and not wanting to seem like he was forgetting her. It wasn't until this year that upon the begging of his sisters, he let Lisa slip out of his life and stopped going back to the city... And so, after two years of having been a Bayville resident, he actually started becoming noticed.
Other: Every since the day of Lisa's death, Dick has had a fear of fire. Not so much as someone strikes a match and he cowers... He doesn't have it nearly as bad as that... But he will avoid bonfires like the plague.
He has let Lisa slip out of his life but a part of him still had died with her and that is something he will never be able to recover completely from. He is trying to move on but at the same time, he's making sure not to push himself too fast.
Dick's family is on the wealthy side so it is not surprising that he has a horse. He doesn't act all uppity about his wealth. Actually, it would be hard to tell that he's anything out of the ordinary when it comes to money... him not being the type to rub it in anyone's face.
Sample RP:
Dick looked at Belle then at the cracked egg she had brought to him then at his youngest sister again. She had found the egg out in the back yard and upon seeing the crack in its side, had picked it up and carried it until she had found him.
"You know that even if I do it, its parents will never take it back with it smelling like people." He warned.
"I don't care! I just want the baby to live, Dicky! Please... Pretty please? I'll raise it! I'll raise it like i did the squirrel!" She said, her eyes watering up.
"Alright.... But you have to take care of it like you said you would...." Dick stated before looking to the egg again.
Inside, he kicked himself mentally for being such a softy towards his baby sister. He looked harder at the egg, concentrating. In the next moment, the crack was gone as if it had never been there to begin with.
Activity: Twice, maybe three times a week or more if I have replies.