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Hey all, finally got this done and I'm open for commissions! Yaaaay! Here's some quick descriptions~Character art:
Busts - Great for avatars, expressions or your own personal emojis, simple and focused on the character.
Waist/Knees up - Great for more detailed work, more expressive with body posture and clothing.
Full body - Great for costumes and action poses, lots of detail work.Detail Art:
Small extras - For things like eye detail, scars or physical mutation details, or small tattoo designs, or even weapons.
Backgrounds - Generally planned with characters in mind but could be stand alone for say if you needed to describe place or setting or really wanted to set the mood.
Characters - Cost is per an extra character, so if you want to make a couple or a fight scene for instance.
Simple GIF - This can get complicated fast but if you wanted to have the character blink or smirk or something simple like that.
If you guys have any questions let me know!
Dec 30 2017, 12:22 AM
Celebrity Claim- Derrick Monasterio
Kaiju, Mini Godzilla, Mo’o
(Though it’s more a borrowed nickname from his father)Age-
16Date of Birth-
Baki is a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. Outwardly, one could say he’s the definition of a “sweet summer child”, naive to the problems of the world and fairly sheltered. He’s openly friendly and eagerly puts himself out there, but he’s not stupid, not by a long shot. He knows what he looks like, he knows what the world thinks of him and his family. Even in his hometown where his father’s side of the family have been living forever, as basically living legends. The culture has changed enough that whatever their mutation meant in the old days has changed too. And that kind of hurts, knowing how things used to be and knowing it’ll never be that way again. Heck, he never even got to experience that himself, just hear about it in stories. Mo’o is basically a lost legend.
But he refuses to let it hold him back. He’s always looking to make the best of any situation and have new experiences. Baki is the kind of kid who could hear all the criticisms in the world and it would just roll off him like water off a duck’s back. Well most of the time.
Just because he’s a sweetheart doesn’t mean he won’t strike back if he thinks it’s justified. Often with a sharp quip that comes out of left field or the destruction of the offenders property when they aren’t looking. Nothing that can be proved to be malicious. Though there are times when such things aren’t enough and, at worse, he will physically attack first, because he’s not going to take threats of violence laying down. It all varies depending on what the person did. But in either case Baki can be a vindictive little lizard when it suits him. Particularly when it comes to those he cares about. Don’t diss his family or his friends and he’ll have no issues with you. Mess with either of those things and he’ll pay it back tenfold.Likes-
- Hot, hot summers
- Swimming, especially where there’s lots of marine life
- Chill parties (like potlucks and Christmas parties)
- His family, yes even the annoying ones
- Every kind of meat
- Being able to walk around freely
- Winters, a mild chill he can stand, but full blown snow on the ground winter is awful
- Having to wear an abundance of layers to keep out the cold and then still being cold
Assholes People who point out his appearance like it isn’t the most obvious thing in the world
- Vegetables and most fruits, it actually makes him sick so he has to be careful
- The looming worry that the way he looks will ultimately block him from his dreams or even just a normal, safe life
- Always looking for the silver lining
- Kind to most
- Completely unafraid of putting himself out there
- Not to bad in a fight
- Ride or die friend
- Holds a grudge forever
- Doesn’t know when to quit
- Doesn’t handle rejection well
- Kind of obnoxious
- Can be real lazy
- Kind of a gossip
Baki’s body is covered in hard scales that have grown thicker and tougher as he ages from the spine outwardly, meaning that for now he has a soft underbelly, and the scale growth is not expected to stop anytime soon. Not only that, his body is also rather sturdy, able to handle more heat and pressure both inside and out, with spines along his back that can raise and lower, helping to regulate his body temperature. His lizard-like tail aides somewhat in swimming and balance, and the hooked claws on his fingers and toes allow him to climb with ease. His teeth are also fairly different, more akin to crocodiles or sharks, jagged points that are great for biting and shredding.
On top of that, Baki has an incredible amount of energy and strength to match it. On hot days, despite his lean build, Baki can lift twice his weight and can run all day if he wanted to. His enhanced stamina also allows him to stay underwater longer than an average human, a minute, maybe a little longer than that.
Lastly, Baki has excellent eyesight in most conditions, particularly underwater, and his sense of smell is about the same. Because of his sensitivity to temperatures, he fairly adept as sensing body heat or a lack thereof.Limits-
Baki can’t stand cold temperatures, if the temperature starts dropping below 50°F he'll probably start to get lethargic or could, rather easily, even get sick. This is especially dangerous in the water as he could easily drown if the water is too cold. He can offset this by keeping active, bundling up, or absorbing some sort of energy. On top of a sensitivity to temperature, because of this fairly specialized body he has a specialized diet. Though he’ll survive eating plants like fruits and vegetables, too much will get him sick. So his options are limited to most proteins and a few grains and starches to go along with them. Sweets, thank goodness, don’t seem to bother him at all.
When it comes to these senses his range isn’t anything fantastic . Eyesight maybe only extends 30 feet in the worst conditions, 60 to 80 in optimal conditions. His sense of smell is much the same, depending on the wind direction. And his sense of body heat probably only extends to about 20 or 15 feet if there are few or no obstacles. Power Name-
Energy absorption and redirectionDescription-
Baki can take in energy via his exposed skin or his mouth, like say an energy or fire blast or even a full day sunbathing, and either absorb it for warmth or redirect it as his own energy beam released via his mouth. The bonus of this is that energy based attacks have a lesser effect on him up to a point.
To put the beam into numbers: At maximum heat the beam can get up to 2500°F, or just hot enough to melt through steel, but this is up close, within 5 ft or so. The heat dissipates to around 450°F, or just hot enough to melt tin, at around 20 ft or so at maximum range. Still hot enough to burn most people, but not hot enough to cause massive damage. As a bonus, as the beam gets further away from the source it also has more spread, catching a few more targets but doing less damage.Limits-
Baki can only absorb so much energy before he’s topped off and he can’t take in any more, meaning after that energy based attacks will start effecting him at a normal degree. On top of that the release of that energy is a single, immense, uncontrolled burst, leaving him entirely drained and potentially out of the fight. Best case scenario, where he has people to back him up and it's not frigid, he'll be up and moving after at least 6 six hours of sleep, maybe 3 if he really pushes it, and then someone can blast him again a couple times with more energy to power him back up. Worse case, say using it in a cold area with no one to pull him from the situation, a day, maybe two. It makes him something of a glass cannon and he has to be careful with when and how he uses it, because a misfire could leave him stranded and vulnerable, to enemies and the elements.Skills & Abilities-
Baki excels in outdoor activities, particularly those that come to water. Swimming, diving, fishing, he even knows a bit about sailing. Hiking and rock climbing are fun on land activities that he also has learned to do. Most of this is due to his large family and the Mo’o title and training that is part of his heritage.
180 lbEye Colour-
Golden brownHair Colour-
Baki is a pretty interesting looking kid. Not only with his mixed heritage of Hawaiian on his father’s side and Arabic on his mother’s side but also with scales covering the majority of his body, spines standing out from his back, claws, teeth, and long lizard-like tail. He can appear somewhat intimidating. But that is easily dismissed by, not only his cheery attitude, but the fact that those hard looking teal scales can actually be quite soft, particularly around the areas where scales give way to normal skin, which is tan in color.
And that’s not to mention his build is a little less than frightening. While lean and fairly muscled, Baki can look like a string bean when relaxed and someone could easily get the idea that punching him would be a good way to spend their time. This is a mistake, of course, because of the aforementioned mutation. But he doesn’t blame them, according to his siblings, he has a very punchable face.
Baki still has hair, unlike a lot of lizard mutants he’s seen, like those in his family. The messy mop on the top of his head fades from dark teal at the roots to dark brown up top, with the roots matching his skin tone nearest his scales. Some folks have commented that it gives his hair a swampy water look, those folks can go jump off a cliff as far as he’s concerned.
Lastly, on clothes, Baki is pretty casual, dressing as lightly as he can on hot days, usually with a loose tank top and shorts. And on cold days, he throws on all the clothes that he can comfortably. Jacket on top of a hoodie on top of a long-sleeve shirt, more if he can manage it. He might end up looking like a puffed up marshmallow but at least he’ll be a warm marshmallow.Gear-
Baki doesn’t have any real “gear” but he does carry a few items handy. Cell phone with an water proof case on most days, a pair of rainbow sunglasses he got a pride parade last year, and his wallet on a chain so he doesn’t lose it.Additional Information-
Baki is gay, openly so and not afraid to share it. He can speak some Hawaiian and understands enough Arabic to get by, but he can’t really speak it. He also loves marine life to a ridiculous degree and diving and fishing is one of his favorite things to do.
Maui, HawaiiImmediate Family-
Keone Kaleo (Father), Shula Kaleo (Mother, maiden name Naaji), Sara Kaleo (younger sister, 15), Nida Kaleo (younger sister, 12), Omar Kaleo (younger brother, 9), Kanani Kaleo (younger brother, 6), Uilani Kaleo (younger brother, 6), Uncle Mikala “Mike”, Aunt Leilani “Leia”, Grandma Kaipo, other aunts, uncles, and cousins that live nearby.Others-
Ex-boyfriend Jake, we don’t talk about JakeHistory-
When Keone and Shula met it must have been fate. Shula having fled Palestine on her own and was lucky enough to find her way to Hawaii of all places, and Keone returning to his hometown of Maui after college. They had come from two very different extremes, the political turmoil mounting into war and the quiet, normal peace of college life. But a chance meeting at a cafe, and several more chance meetings at beaches, cemented, at least for Keone, that there was something between them.
For Shula it took more time to trust people again, to start trusting Keone. But when they shared their gifts with one another, on the beach under the moonlight, that’s when she finally admitted her feelings for him. They got married in the summer of 1999, and on June 6th, 2000 Baki was born.
When it came to Baki they split the difference, in both his name and later on it would seem his mutation. Baki got his name from his mother’s father, a grandfather he would never meet, and of course Kaleo came from his father. When it came to his mutation, his scales appearing on his skin days after his 9th birthday gave his mother cause for alarm. Baki was already in school, he already had friends, and she didn’t want genetics to ruin her son’s life. His father had been so sure Baki would be able to shift them away, like he could. He was sure that Baki would turn out to be a dragon shifter like him.
Turns out the scales were a permanent feature, new features appearing as he got older, and only growing more and more. At first the family tried to hide the problem, not wanting to expose their child to world that would hate him. But as mutants became known and recognized, they eased up, allowing Baki to go out free of confining clothes and make-up on his face which tried to hide his scales.
He didn’t blame his parents, not really, for how they acted. Sure he hated it, hated hiding and not being himself and constantly having to be on the lookout for potential danger. It would be enough to drive any kid bonkers. But, knowing his mother’s story, knowing the history of his family, he knew they were only trying to keep him safe. They acted out of fear and love.
As he grew older and his parents kept having kids, Baki likes to think he turned out to be an excellent big brother, the fun kind, the ride or die kind. His siblings would say otherwise. They’re just mad cause they aren’t the oldest and thus aren’t in charge.
Sara and Nida got their powers at age 11 and 10 respectively, and while the other littles haven’t gotten their powers yet, it’s expected that they will at some point. Baki was excited for them, knowing that things will only get better for mutants as the years go on.
Inbetween all that, Keone took his son to sacred spots on the island, spots where Mo’o were said to reside, laid to rest and becoming part of the landscape. From there Baki learned about his heritage, about the myths that surrounded shapeshifters like his father, and how it all connects. They were guardians, Mo’o, protectors of waterfalls and rivers, testers of fate, and enactors of justice. When the islands were taken over by settlers these places were lost or buried.
He learned that his own line had lost some of it’s connection to the original Mo’o of that time. That it was possible that it was only a story, a lie to keep the traditions alive. But he knew his father believed them, that his grandmother refuses to think otherwise, so what else could he do but believe it too. Baki only hopes that he can do his heritage justice.
Baki came out as gay two years ago, which had been frightening, because it seemed like his parents were still on the fence about lgbt+ issues. He was mostly worried about his mother because of all stuff that people said about Arab countries, like his mother was going to stone him to death or something ridiculous like that. But it turns out they were okay with it. His father was concerned for his safety of course and his mother didn’t quite understand it, however, they still loved him and wanted to support him and that was all he could ask for.
Recently, Baki has been feeling a little differently, more energized under the sun. When he asked his mother about it she suggested that perhaps there was going to be a shift in his mutation and that he got more of her power than they originally thought. Which would be cool, because who doesn’t like solar laser beams.
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DM, email, Skype: rooktopwnTime Zone-
Eastern TimeHow did you find us?
This is my second characterOther Characters- Alex GoyaRole Play Sample-
Today started out rather normally. 82 degrees of beautiful sun and sand on a Saturday morning. Baki started out by heading over to his grandma’s house to help her with a few chores and listen to her stories. Then it was off to the beach to catch some sun and watch some tourists. Because of course there were always tourists, didn’t matter that it was off season, they’d pick any reason to show up.
Didn’t hurt that Valentine’s Day was right around the corner. He heard from his dad that they were expecting a lot of people to come in for destination weddings and the like. Whatever, gave him a chance to watch some pretty dudes in swim trunks attempting to look cool for the ladies. It was entertaining in a lot of ways.
Mostly because the flirtatious ones failed spectacularly. He witnessed one such man, whom he could only assume was a groomsmen for the frattiest of weddings, attempt to lean on a plastic folding chair, nearly fall, then change his lean to umbrella pole sticking into the ground. It went as well as one could have hoped for the poor guy. He fell, the umbrellas pole popped free and fell, smacking the poor woman upside the face. The hit was so loud that Baki could hear it from the rock he was sunbathing on. The wince in sympathy was doubled when the woman kicked the flirter in the nuts. Looks like she was justified with the way she was holding her face and her friends were ushering her to the nearest bathroom.
Tourists were so entertaining.
It was then that he felt the tell-tale buzz of his phone in his pocket. Ooo, a text message. Fumbling with his pocket for a moment, he pulled the device free to find it was his younger sister texting him. Sara and Nida wanted to go see a movie. More than likely they wanted him to pay for things, though they didn’t say as much. Wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
With a sigh, he stood and slipped his tank top back on before texting his sisters that he’d meet them at the theater, which was in walking distance. And that would have been the end of it. That would have been the majority of his day if there hadn’t been one horrible hitch to everything.
Jake was at the theater too.
Now in short, Jake was a piece of shit. A real slimy bastard that Baki should have been more wary of. But he had dated the guy because...well, he was hot and he didn’t seem to mind what Baki looked like. So seeing the guy on what should have been a good day, when he was hanging out with his siblings, just ruined things. But he tried to keep it civil, tried to avoid talking to him, but it seemed Jake just had to pick a fight.
“Baki.” Short, blunt, his tone telling. Baki could already smell the argument heading his way. “Jake,” he returned with a flat voice, “what do you want?”
“C’mon Baki don’t be like that, can’t we get along? I miss you, you don’t miss me?” Jake’s mere voice was grating on his nerves and all Baki wanted to do was punch him. But he had to be civil, Jake was a mutant too but Baki was the only one with a visible mutation. If things got out of hand, blame would be on him.
“What you think we can kiss and make up after what you said and did? Fuck off, Jake.” Baki turned to leaved, only to find Jake grabbing hold of his arm. “Was it really that bad Baki? Get over yourself, man. You’re overreacting.”
“Go jump off a cliff Jake. You’re the one who called my aunt a “tropical n-word”, talked about mutant superiority like you were pulling from the KKK handbook, and then proceeded to steal from my wallet for the next two days before I dumped you. You’re a shady bitch, Jake, leave.” Baki could tell people were staring now, they could tell that this was getting into full blown meltdown mode. But there was no stopping it now.
“I said I would pay you back Baki and it was just a joke, stop being so goddamn sensitive.” Jake was sounding like he was trying to argue down at him and that only angered Baki more. It felt like his throat was burning from it.
“Sensitive?! I’m being sensitive?! I think I’m being freaking reasonable here Jake. You’re the one who can’t seem to see himself out the door of my life.” Now it really did feel like his throat was burning, acidic in its taste. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jake’s hand glowing, this was escalating too fast.
“I’m not the one who has to turn everything into a big issue all the time!” Fire sparked along Jake’s wrists, catching his hands on fire. Most of the people were backing away, murmuring about mutants fighting.
“Fuck off Jake! You’re a slimy bastard and I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” With that Baki prepared to turn and leave, hoping to end it there. But then Jake’s fist struck him square in the mouth and he felt something had never felt before.
He absorbed the energy from Jake’s flaming fists, right into his mouth, where it joined the burning sensation from before. He didn’t know what happened, didn’t quite understand it, but the next he opened his mouth all that energy flowed right back out in a blinding blue-white beam. Jake was lucky not to be hit, the building, the theater's entry way, not so lucky.
And then he passed out.
Lucky him, his sister caught the whole thing on camera. The internet was going to have a field day with this.
Nov 25 2017, 06:48 PM
January 2017Jan. 22nd, 9am
- Over the River and Through the Woods
| Pinchot State Forest, just south of Scranton, PA | Alex Goya, OpenJan. 24th, 9:23pm
- No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
| Mutant Town | Alex Goya, GambitJan. 28th, 9pm
- Night At the Museum [Event]
| Museum of Natural History, Manhattan | Alex Goya, OpenJan. 29th, 3am
- Mus - Getting Prehistoric [Continuation of Event]
| Museum of Natural History, Dinosaur Room, Manhattan | Alex Goya, OpenJan. 29th 3am
- Mus - Bad Remy! Go To Your Room [Continuation of Event]
| Museum of Natural History, Main Hall, Manhattan | Gambit, Blindspot, Alex Goya
February 2017Feb. 3rd at 8:34am
- Where untold wonders lie
| Mutant Town, Manhattan | Guari Vincent, Alex Goya, Seamus Mellencamp, OpenFeb. 8th at 9:50am
- Red Bird, Black Bird, 1 Bird, 2 Bird
| Central Park, Manhattan | Menagerie, Alex GoyaFeb. 11th at 7pm
- What else is there to do on a weekend?
| Brooklyn | Alex Goya, SpeedFeb. 21st at 11:15am
- Tricksy Street Tricks
| Manhattan, Times Square | Alex Goya, ThistleFeb. 23rd at 2pm
- An Honest Mistake
| Brooklyn | Alex Goya, Notion
Special Event Outside Regular Time Takes Place: February 28 Day 1
- Savage Land- All in the Golden Afternoon // Group 5
| The World, Savage Land | Alex Goya, Marvel Girl, Hawkeye, WarpathDay 10
- Savage Land - Campfires and Card Games
| The World, Savage Land | Alex Goya, OpenDay 11
- Savage Land - Tribal Council
| The World, Savage Land | Alex Goya, Shadowcat, Spider-man, Guari Vincent
March 2017Mar. 8th at 2pm
- Tour for Two
| Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, The Mansion | Alex Goya, Shadowcat, Gentle, Mistral, Gambit
Nov 25 2017, 06:30 PM
- 12 year old kid with the power to create creatures from organic matter. Will back talk like the sass master he is, doesn't matter who you are. Has ended up with Xavier's as a matter of circumstances. Meaning Remy left him in the care of people he assumed to be better able to take care of him, not knowing the insanity Xavier's tends to attract.||Notes||
Currently living at Xavier's and has no other family.Mo'o
- 16 year old with looks and powers like Godzilla. He's happy, kind-hearted person who knows that the world would kick him if given the chance but tries not to let that get to him. He'll happily socialize with just about anyone if given half the chance.||Notes||
Currently living at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters and is part of Beta Squad. Siblings:
- Sara Kaleo (15)
- Nida Kaleo (12)
- Omar Kaleo (9)
- Kanani Kaleo (6)
- Uilani Kaleo (6)
All his siblings and his parents are currently living in Maui, Hawaii.
Nov 13 2017, 03:57 PM
Celebrity Claim- Emjay Anthony
12Date of Birth-
8th of AugustFaction-
Alex is a smart kid first and foremost. Not book smart necessarily, though he does do well in school; no, he’s more intuitive. Clever and quick to think of solutions to problems right in front of him. He’s a puzzle-solver, not a bookworm. But like a lot of smart kids, it makes him think he can handle more adult things; death and the like. Which means he has a tendency to get in way over his head without even realizing it and he’ll stubbornly try to get out of it by himself. He likes to believe himself to be self-sufficient and he won’t let anyone tell him he’s helpless just because of his age.
Though that doesn’t mean he won’t use his kid status to his advantage. Particularly when it comes to being in trouble with adults. He’ll play up being a dumb kid and not knowing any better if it’ll soften the punishment or let him escape entirely. Plus, it reveals a lot about a person when you give them power like that. If the person in question turns out to be a major jerk about it, Alex takes that as his cue to leave.
With that being said, Alex doesn’t have to play innocent that often. Not if he can help it. He’d much rather avoid talking to people when he can. After all, you can’t get in trouble if you’re never around. So he’ll take to sleeping in a tree, if it means he can get out of hearing adults go on and on about how much trouble he’s in. Hell, he’ll leave the state to avoid the inevitable fate of having government spooks come round him up for whatever horrible torture they’ve got planned for all mutants.
In fact, that’s exactly what he did.Likes-
- The outdoors
- Animals (all of them; gross, creepy, ugly, even the tasty ones, doesn’t matter, he loves them all)
- Being proven right
- Sleeping in
- Being trapped
- Bullies or those with a holier than thou attitude
- Being looked down on
- The smell of cleaners (like windex, bleach, and the like)
- Feeling pain
- High pain tolerance
- Sass master
- Curses like a sailor
To put it simply, Alex can take an organic object in a state of “decay”, break it down, and transform it into a living creature of equal mass. So from an apple he could make a sparrow or two. This works as a much larger scale version of what scientists are currently doing called Nuclear Transmutation and it’s the bases for what could be a real life food replicator, like those found in Star Trek.
The difference here is that Alex is converting his own energy into the energy for creating and maintaining life. A real living breathing animal. He’s not entirely sure how or why it works, it just does. And it’s through this creation process that he becomes psychically linked to his creations. He can see, feel, taste, and smell what they do depending on how hard he concentrates on the link. So if he were to create say a squirrel and close his eyes, he could see and hear and taste what the squirrel does. The only sense that doesn’t go away when he opens his eyes, is pain. He will feel it, just as harshly as if it was happening to him. If the squirrel gets crushed beneath a car, he will feel like he was just crushed by a car, and probably collapse as a result.
All of this Alex is aware of. The one thing he is not aware of yet when it comes to his power, is what it’s doing to his brain. See every time he repeats a creation he’s imbuing the previous creations memories. In a sense giving it personality and an understanding of the world in order to be more self-sufficient. No longer a blank slate he has to relay orders to. While this streamlines the process the effects will be interesting. For now each repeat creation is nothing more than a minor thing, a Jiminy Kricket buzz in his ear, not anything fully formed in his mind. But once it does reach that fully formed state, control of his creations and even his powers are going to be harder and harder.Limits-
On the easy side of things, decay does not necessarily mean rotten. A freshly plucked apple is already decaying, as it is not growing or living any more. Most foods fall into this category. Processed woods however are harder because they often have a layer of protection, like paints and primers that have to be stripped away in order for him to make use of them. Essentially, anything you can throw into a compost bin -raw wood, food, plants, leaves, grass, and animal waste- is free game for his power. Kind of gross but that’s just how it goes.
What he can make, however, is a bit more work for him. It’s limited to what he has knowledge of and his own food intake. For instance, going back to the sparrow example, he needs to know how the sparrow is built, the bones, muscles, and feathers, in order to properly create one. On top of that, he has to account for that animal's daily food intake on top of his own before he can create it. So he can’t create say a moose, without eating as much as a moose and human child combined. A moose eats about 50-60 lbs of food a day and a human child needs a pound or two, so about 52-62 lbs of food. And unfortunately Alex doesn’t have a super stomach, so he’s limited to the normal amounts a human his size can eat, which is about at best 4 lbs a day. So to get to that amount to do it just once he would have to spend about 15 days eating and doing little else to conserve energy.
Another limiter is simply time. His creations can’t last forever, in fact most return to dust after 24 hours at max. This is if Alex keeps up the connection that sustains the creation for that long at all, as it does create a strain on his brain after a few hours, and may result in headaches hours after. If his mind and body can not keep up, he might even collapse.
And the biggest limiter is pain. No matter how much he tries to distance himself from his creation and not focus on them, if his creation feels pain, he will feel it to in equal amounts. This can cause him to vomit, black out, or have panic attacks afterward, just from the shock of it. If he cuts the connection quick enough he can avoid it but more often than not he’s just not fast enough.
Though, it’s been untested, there’s a fair chance that the telepathic connection Alex has with his creations leaves him particularly vulnerable to psychic manipulation.Skills & Abilities-
Alex doesn’t have a lot of skills being a kid and all but he has picked up a few from the adults in his life. Namely a farmer he knew as Kingsley. Kingsley prided himself on being able to provide for himself and live off the grid and his animals were what drew Alex in initially. From there Alex learned about gardening, wild plants (what’s edible, what’s not, and what can be useful), making simple traps for wild animals, and the tending to and ultimately the butchering of farm animals, like the chickens.
He’s no expert in any of these things and still has a good deal to learn. But he knows enough to survive on his own for a good long while.
72 lbEye Colour-
Dark muddy greenHair Colour-
Alex looks like a rather normal looking kid; curly brown hair, a bit short and a little thin, but otherwise normal. If anything he’d be rather hard to pick from a crowd. He’s passing as some would put it. He probably could slip right into any average crowd and be mostly fine.
And his sense of style is not so different. Hoodies, jeans, anything durable and cheap that he would be afraid of getting dirty. Honestly, his hoodie could probably do with a couple of washes at this point. And his are also pretty worn down. He won’t win any fashion awards for sure but that’s not the point for him anyway.Gear-
Travel backpack, or rather a large school backpack that’s been stuffed to the brim with clothes, food, a pocket knife, flint and steel for starting a fire, and an emergency sewing kit for just in case.Additional Information-
Alex has a tendency to look for literal high ground when he wants to avoid conflict and this might have everything to do with his current of go to animals (squirrels, birds, and flying insects). Also, biting, he’s not above biting someone to get them to go away.
Hepburn, PennsylvaniaImmediate Family-
Foster parents Robert and Arlene Wood, Mr. Kingsley his former neighbor and kind of mentor(?)History-
Alex’s start isn’t all that strange. He was born to a mother who couldn’t take care of him and so he was put up for adoption. Except adoption never happened. For whatever reason, despite being a healthy, happy child, no one picked him. So he grew up in the system. Going from foster home to foster home until the age of about fours, when he ended up with the Robert and Arelene Woods in Hepburn, Pennsylvania.
From there there isn’t much more to tell in between then and present. He grew up with them, well taken care of and free do as he liked. The town is small enough that it’s hard to hide from watchful adult eyes. Small enough that word travels quickly and if you mess up or get lost some PTA mom or kind officer will be there to get him home. Didn’t stop Alex from exploring nearly every inch he could. In fact he felt safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be told no if he ever needed help.
Hell, Alex made friends with the farmer who live not too far from his house. The man had a few animals and Alex couldn’t resist attempting to pet them. From there Alex learned a whole lot, with his foster parents’ permission of course. He was becoming more independent the more he grew and realized he might end up having to take care of himself one day.
But that didn’t matter much to him at the moment, the town was safe, isolated. It wasn’t big or interesting, but at least it didn’t attract a lot of trouble. He had seen on the news the way people talked about the world at large. The chaos, the war, all the damage, and lives lost. He never thought about leaving.
That is until he found out he was a mutant at the age of ten, that he had powers unlike anybody else, and that terrified him. He didn’t know what his foster parents would do if they found out, and the inauguration, the videos that were shared to the internet at large, it scared him even more. What if his fosters gave him back to the state? Would he end up like that? A tortured labrat?
It only took him a few months to resolve to not let that happen. He would strike out on his own and test his luck with nature, rather than even begin to let what he perceived as an evil government take him. He wouldn’t be captured, he wouldn’t be made a labrat. He packed what he could and set out, surrounding wilderness feeling a fair bit safer than the small town he called home.
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I know this is probably unusual but I wanted to add a quick note just to be completely transparent and fair. I have a medical condition called Crohn's and while it's mild and doesn't hamper me in the day to day right now, the anemic symptom that has resulted can leave me exhausted. I am taking medication and other steps to lessen the symptoms that occur with this chronic condition but I may not get off as many posts as everyone else. I just wanted to be upfront and honest in case anything happens. Like if, worst case scenario, my condition worsens and I have to disappear for a time.Role Play Sample-
Alex was sitting in front of the tv the day of the inauguration, a nervous bubbling in his stomach as he heard the new president talk. About threats to the country, about mutants, about how they, he was evil, a cancer. It made him sick with fear, yet he couldn’t look away, not yet. He had to stay and see and be aware because this guy was going to be around for a long time and he had to know what he was in for. Even in this small town, he no longer felt safe.
And then the mutants came, like heroes from a comic book they came and stood opposed to the man who had just become president. The man who as they put it would see them all in chains. He didn’t know who these guys were, but he was in awe. Even as secret service fired on them, even as people started moving away in fear, they stood firm. Unflinching, unmoving, they were heroes.
At least for him they were.
Other people didn’t seem to agree. The tv cameras couldn’t pick up on all of the audio, it was hard to tell what was going on outside of President Kelly and the leader of the mutant group and one of his colleagues were saying. But it was clear there was another group that was opposed to them there, for some reason. It didn’t make any sense, who would protect a guy like Kelly?!
Then the feed cut and Alex got quite a fright. Torture, plain and simple, they were showing the torture of one of the mutants, Cal, done by the government. It was his worst fears realized, a terror had, had buried deep in his heart. The government really did treat mutants like monsters. They were going to treat him like a monster.
It was at that moment that his foster father turned off the tv, “That’s enough of that. Go play outside Alex, you don’t need to see that...junk.” Alex turned, glaring at the older man, “But-!” He was cut off by sterner words, “Out. Now.”
Alex frowned but did as he was told, if only because he could feel energy buzzing away in his bones. He needed a plan, an out. Now that he had seen what was really going on, what was going to happen, he needed to figure out away to avoid a fate worse than death. As much as he loved his foster parents, they weren’t really his, he knew they were getting government money to take care of him. He would be lying if he said the thought that they would sell him out hadn’t crossed his mind.
Kingsley would have a better idea of what to do. The guy was all about living off the grid and surviving on your own. Sure, he would have to be careful not to let his plans slip but if he could get the farmer to spill on some essential information. Also didn’t hurt that Kingsley didn’t have a tv, so he’d be out of the loop for a while.
So Alex ran to the farm, meeting Kingsley and spending the rest of the afternoon helping with chores in exchange for information. More pertinent information, specific stuff, stuff that would help him survive on his own in the long run.
After that, it was spending the next month or so preparing, and as soon as summer hit, he was gone. He snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, avoiding houses with dogs and motion detecting lights. By morning, there would be no trace of him.