Post by Kurt on May 25, 2009 0:21:47 GMT -5
Name: Kurt
Age: 19
Apparent Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Appearance:
Code Name: n/a
Powers: Teleportation. Can only teleport to somewhere he can see, or places he has spent a lot of time in.
Background: He grew up in the Midwest and led a normal, quiet life. He wasn't even aware that he was a mutant until he was 15, when he had been on a trip to New York. After discovering his ability, he immediately began using it freely. While he did his best not to let other people see him, he wasn't over cautious and there were times he'd been seen from afar.
Then mutants began to be persecuted and hated, and he stopped using his powers for a while. During that time he discovered that his parents, along with a large number of people throughout the world, held an irrational and unfounded hatred for mutants. He became afraid of ever letting his parents know, at first. After about a year of rarely using his ability, he came to the conclusion that he shouldn't be fearing letting the world know what he was. If they were going to judge him based on a genetic trait, then that would be their problem. They would have to carry that weight.
He always did his best to never judge people and treat them fairly, but he also had a very clear view on what he considered right and wrong. When he saw people doing things that he believed were wrong and unethical and immoral, he would judge them and view them with bitterness. At one point he even went farther than he thought himself capable of and attacked a group of people who were harassing a child who was a mutant. During a pause, after he'd given a few people bloody noses, someone shouted that such attacks are why mutants couldn't be trusted.
He replied to them and explained that he wasn't attacking because he wanted to, but because they were harassing someone that they didn't know, who was also a child. On top of which, the reason they were harassing the child wasn't because they personally had any reason to hate mutants, but had been told to, and that they were no better than racists, sexists, and extremists. His parting remarks were that he was disgusted with them, not because they'd been harassing a mutant, but because they'd believed something they had been told, without any proof or personal experience to support it. As he was leaving he heard a few muttered apologies to the child, whose parents were finally let through to get to their kid.
Anything else you'd like to add: He has very strong opinions, and believes that each situation is unique and must be looked at as such. He will adamantly refuse to run or hide from people who speak out against mutants, and will often talk back to them and find the holes in their logic and the lies in their 'evidence.'
Sample RP: He couldn't decide which was worse. The fact that'd he'd blatantly broken the law and come up here with some classmates, or that he was up here with classmates who were usually less than kind to him and were now encircling him.
They were standing on top of the roof of a large building in New York. He couldn't remember the name of it, and at the moment didn't really care. He could see the Empire State Building from where he was and that was all he had to go on. Behind him was nothing but empty air, because his classmates had backed him up to the edge of the buildings' roof.
They were getting very close now and one stepped quickly forward and grabbed him by the collar.
"What's the matter? Suddenly wishing you hadn't told the principal about my weed?" The one asked.
Kurt just glared at the other boy, masking his rising fear and hoping that his thunderously loud, rapid heartbeat couldn't be heard. He grabbed the boys' wrists and held on to them tightly. The boy grinned up at him and laughed, holding him there for several seconds longer before stepping backwards and letting him go, the others joining their own voices in the laughter. Kurt stood up and muttered as the group began walking away.
"Jackass..."
The boy who had grabbed him stopped and turned around. "What did you say?"
Kurt smirked and said loudly, "Jackass!"
He was too shocked to do anything but watch as the boy lunged forward and punched him, causing him to stumble backwards. His arms flailed and he took another step back to find there was nothing to step on. He simply slipped over the edge and began plummeting down, his heart beating faster than it ever had before and his mind utterly refusing to work. He let out a scream as he tumbled through the air and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't know why, but he thought of his bed, wishing he could just be sleeping there instead of being here in New York, falling to his death. He felt a pressure and thought he was hitting the ground, but then it felt as if he broke through an invisible barrier and he was suddenly laying on something soft.
He was dead, he knew. He'd hit the ground so fast and hard that he hadn't even felt it. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times, looking around in recognition. He was in his room, laying on his bed. He laid there for several hours, his mind trying to process what had happened. When he finally felt he was coherent enough he sat up and decided to try something. He focused on remembering the feeling he'd felt right before it happened, the odd pressure. He remembered it well, and then he thought of the Empire State Building. From where he'd been he could see the flat parts on the side and remembered one in particular. Before he knew what had happened, he was sitting on it, looking out over New York.
With an excited sigh he realized that he felt more alive and whole than ever before. He'd found a part of himself that had been locked away, and was eager to learn about it.
Affiliate: Neutral
Age: 19
Apparent Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Appearance:
Code Name: n/a
Powers: Teleportation. Can only teleport to somewhere he can see, or places he has spent a lot of time in.
Background: He grew up in the Midwest and led a normal, quiet life. He wasn't even aware that he was a mutant until he was 15, when he had been on a trip to New York. After discovering his ability, he immediately began using it freely. While he did his best not to let other people see him, he wasn't over cautious and there were times he'd been seen from afar.
Then mutants began to be persecuted and hated, and he stopped using his powers for a while. During that time he discovered that his parents, along with a large number of people throughout the world, held an irrational and unfounded hatred for mutants. He became afraid of ever letting his parents know, at first. After about a year of rarely using his ability, he came to the conclusion that he shouldn't be fearing letting the world know what he was. If they were going to judge him based on a genetic trait, then that would be their problem. They would have to carry that weight.
He always did his best to never judge people and treat them fairly, but he also had a very clear view on what he considered right and wrong. When he saw people doing things that he believed were wrong and unethical and immoral, he would judge them and view them with bitterness. At one point he even went farther than he thought himself capable of and attacked a group of people who were harassing a child who was a mutant. During a pause, after he'd given a few people bloody noses, someone shouted that such attacks are why mutants couldn't be trusted.
He replied to them and explained that he wasn't attacking because he wanted to, but because they were harassing someone that they didn't know, who was also a child. On top of which, the reason they were harassing the child wasn't because they personally had any reason to hate mutants, but had been told to, and that they were no better than racists, sexists, and extremists. His parting remarks were that he was disgusted with them, not because they'd been harassing a mutant, but because they'd believed something they had been told, without any proof or personal experience to support it. As he was leaving he heard a few muttered apologies to the child, whose parents were finally let through to get to their kid.
Anything else you'd like to add: He has very strong opinions, and believes that each situation is unique and must be looked at as such. He will adamantly refuse to run or hide from people who speak out against mutants, and will often talk back to them and find the holes in their logic and the lies in their 'evidence.'
Sample RP: He couldn't decide which was worse. The fact that'd he'd blatantly broken the law and come up here with some classmates, or that he was up here with classmates who were usually less than kind to him and were now encircling him.
They were standing on top of the roof of a large building in New York. He couldn't remember the name of it, and at the moment didn't really care. He could see the Empire State Building from where he was and that was all he had to go on. Behind him was nothing but empty air, because his classmates had backed him up to the edge of the buildings' roof.
They were getting very close now and one stepped quickly forward and grabbed him by the collar.
"What's the matter? Suddenly wishing you hadn't told the principal about my weed?" The one asked.
Kurt just glared at the other boy, masking his rising fear and hoping that his thunderously loud, rapid heartbeat couldn't be heard. He grabbed the boys' wrists and held on to them tightly. The boy grinned up at him and laughed, holding him there for several seconds longer before stepping backwards and letting him go, the others joining their own voices in the laughter. Kurt stood up and muttered as the group began walking away.
"Jackass..."
The boy who had grabbed him stopped and turned around. "What did you say?"
Kurt smirked and said loudly, "Jackass!"
He was too shocked to do anything but watch as the boy lunged forward and punched him, causing him to stumble backwards. His arms flailed and he took another step back to find there was nothing to step on. He simply slipped over the edge and began plummeting down, his heart beating faster than it ever had before and his mind utterly refusing to work. He let out a scream as he tumbled through the air and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't know why, but he thought of his bed, wishing he could just be sleeping there instead of being here in New York, falling to his death. He felt a pressure and thought he was hitting the ground, but then it felt as if he broke through an invisible barrier and he was suddenly laying on something soft.
He was dead, he knew. He'd hit the ground so fast and hard that he hadn't even felt it. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times, looking around in recognition. He was in his room, laying on his bed. He laid there for several hours, his mind trying to process what had happened. When he finally felt he was coherent enough he sat up and decided to try something. He focused on remembering the feeling he'd felt right before it happened, the odd pressure. He remembered it well, and then he thought of the Empire State Building. From where he'd been he could see the flat parts on the side and remembered one in particular. Before he knew what had happened, he was sitting on it, looking out over New York.
With an excited sigh he realized that he felt more alive and whole than ever before. He'd found a part of himself that had been locked away, and was eager to learn about it.
Affiliate: Neutral