Post by John Allerdyce/Cam Ackerman on Feb 13, 2009 12:29:19 GMT -5
Name: Dominic Jarvis
Age: 24
Apparent Age: 20 to 30
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown (light up occasionally)
Appearance:
Click here and here. On either side of his features are electric conductors that practically appear like three stripes of warpaint or a tattoo on first sight, starting out as three vertical dots on one side of his features, lining across his nose only to end up as three dots on the other side of his features, giving it a connect-the-dot-like appearance, but more as if one is looking at the insides of a computer. Neutral electricity continuously runs through it like blood through veins. When using his abilities, it lights up, much like his eyes.
Code Name: Anode
Powers: PORTAL TELEPORTATION: Unlike the usual method of teleportation, Dom is more of a “jumper”: He has the ability to create electrically neutral plasma portals, but has to make two portals in order to teleport; one to enter and one to exit, limiting the distance he can actually “jump”. His structure is broken apart and then rearranged at a different location after he phases through a portal of time and space to reach it. The further away he transports himself, the more exhausted he gets. People that are the same size (or less) as he, or even animals that are smaller than a medium sized dog can enter the portal too.
TIME TRAVEL (through POTAL TELEPORTATION): It has been said he travels with the speed of light so quickly he can go back in time. He hasn't explicitly used it before, but he can. He can freely interact with earlier versions of himself, although doing so would cause temporary malfunctions in memory (amnesia, forgetfulness) as it tries to edit itself in accordance with the 'new' past. It’s very draining, therefore time travel's the sort of thing Anode would usually prefer to avoid.
ELETRICAL DISCHARGE: Through the tattoo-like lines on his face he can discharge plasmatic energy of varying intensity much like electricity at will, always seen (if not heard) buzzing and whirring around him. Discharging smaller sparks may be a sign of wariness, and an inability to discharge electricity (as occurs in the presence of a strong magnetic field) is likely to cause illness. When angered, he can generate intense electrical output, and might even produce short-lived, localized thunder and lightning storms.
MOLECULAR ADJUSTMENT/ALTERED REALITY (through ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE): When discharging with immense force, he is able to adjust molecules and create an altered reality to confuse or trick an enemy, but not for long; the long term effect would be for it to fade away or even focus on and off between reality and altered reality. If he is not stopped at that point there is a possibility both the attacker and its target have a chance of getting stuck in the altered reality. He is at a level he can only alter surroundings, altering the appearance of individuals is still out of reach and would possibly harm them.
Background: At the age of 9, his mother and Dominic were still in a series of weekly doctor visits when black, tattoo-like lines had suddenly shown on his features only a few weeks earlier. His mother feared a treacherous, undiscovered illness; but while he was watching a favored TV-show soon after, he could see the lines light up in the TV’s reflection, a small amount of electricity bolting through the thin lines to get from one of the left circles to the right. Only briefly; but he knew what it meant. He was a mutant. He had run upstairs and locked himself up in his room, the tramping of his feet and the slamming of the doors less thundering than him. No one was home and he would never tell anyone, so he rarely spoke after that and often wore a scarf even in the scorning heat.
After a year his parents began running out of money quick, and lastly assumed that whatever it was wasn’t going to kill him. The doctor’s file remained an empty page. Years passed by when he had barely got the hang of discharging energy and turned 18. Ironically enough, Dominic was still studying technology when he resigned from college to join the army, where he found himself able to foreshadow uncommon leadership under unforgiving circumstances. When his comrades questioned it he turned them down and told them it was a mere tattoo. He started talking again and as they grew more acquainted he one day couldn’t help but refer to the question his friends had asked months ago. For strict entertainment purposes he showed it off and occasionally even held short shows. Under the impression it was a trick, rather than shunning him, his friends complimented him. It got out of hand and even in duty time he would rather mess around than obey given orders. Until he didn’t show up for his patrol at all and the mouthiest commanding officer of them all caught him in the act. They argued and at the officer (who was a lieutenant) accusing him of being a mutant all was silent. The lieutenant took the opportunity to gently request him to return his stripes and find help. He refused. At the officer walking away to get someone else, Dominic snapped and struck him in the back with a force one wouldn’t imagine electricity to have. He died instantly. Out of pure desperation he demanded his friends never to tell anyone; he would track them down and kill them too.
Hastily, he left not only camp but the entire base, only to find his face on ‘wanted’-posters several hours later. It was then he heard about Magneto, said to be a powerful mutant and a staunch believer of mutant freedom. Magneto’s ideas matched his own and he joined the Brotherhood: it was there he not only learned different things he could do with his ability, but also to embrace it.
Anything else you'd like to add: @ The Creative Corner
Sample RP: (No less then two paragraphs)(This is a MUST!): With his arms resting under his head, Dominic watched the ceiling with a blank, calculative stare. The day had been chilled with autumn breezes, and the night was crisp with the bite of approaching seasons. He needed to reminisce in short, sweet moments of better times before the reality of war dawned once more upon him. Before he would be faced with ghosts of his past again. If he couldn’t smile now, when could he? When could he truly? Moments like these always nestled fondly next to his heart. But his face was bashful; he felt embarrassed about the fact the cogs of his mind always ended up whirring around his past. They were straying back into battle, out of control, to the place he had killed a man that had turned his back to him. His thoughts were knotted and dull, like old, gnarled tree branches. It made him awfully tired and he felt old. For sure, he’d had better days.
On the other side, there was anger. Humans. Their brilliance and their madness. Thinking of them brought images of cold, cruel machines powered by sparks of innovation; Dominic was both fearful and fascinated by them at the same time. Maybe he had done mutants good by killing his previous commanding officer. Even if he attacked him from behind. It wasn’t like he had thought of him when he had walked out of that door to betray him. Because of him, Dominic had become a figure of regret, prejudice and misfortune. And because of him he had now forsaking those that had been closest to him. Dark was his mindset now, but he was neither violent nor malicious. He simply did not care enough anymore.
No matter how much power man had to change the earth, from this day they had no part to play in his life any longer. As tragic as his journey had been, it was reassuring to be in the midst of his newfound comrades.
Affiliate: Brotherhood, babay!
Age: 24
Apparent Age: 20 to 30
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown (light up occasionally)
Appearance:
Click here and here. On either side of his features are electric conductors that practically appear like three stripes of warpaint or a tattoo on first sight, starting out as three vertical dots on one side of his features, lining across his nose only to end up as three dots on the other side of his features, giving it a connect-the-dot-like appearance, but more as if one is looking at the insides of a computer. Neutral electricity continuously runs through it like blood through veins. When using his abilities, it lights up, much like his eyes.
Code Name: Anode
Powers: PORTAL TELEPORTATION: Unlike the usual method of teleportation, Dom is more of a “jumper”: He has the ability to create electrically neutral plasma portals, but has to make two portals in order to teleport; one to enter and one to exit, limiting the distance he can actually “jump”. His structure is broken apart and then rearranged at a different location after he phases through a portal of time and space to reach it. The further away he transports himself, the more exhausted he gets. People that are the same size (or less) as he, or even animals that are smaller than a medium sized dog can enter the portal too.
TIME TRAVEL (through POTAL TELEPORTATION): It has been said he travels with the speed of light so quickly he can go back in time. He hasn't explicitly used it before, but he can. He can freely interact with earlier versions of himself, although doing so would cause temporary malfunctions in memory (amnesia, forgetfulness) as it tries to edit itself in accordance with the 'new' past. It’s very draining, therefore time travel's the sort of thing Anode would usually prefer to avoid.
ELETRICAL DISCHARGE: Through the tattoo-like lines on his face he can discharge plasmatic energy of varying intensity much like electricity at will, always seen (if not heard) buzzing and whirring around him. Discharging smaller sparks may be a sign of wariness, and an inability to discharge electricity (as occurs in the presence of a strong magnetic field) is likely to cause illness. When angered, he can generate intense electrical output, and might even produce short-lived, localized thunder and lightning storms.
MOLECULAR ADJUSTMENT/ALTERED REALITY (through ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE): When discharging with immense force, he is able to adjust molecules and create an altered reality to confuse or trick an enemy, but not for long; the long term effect would be for it to fade away or even focus on and off between reality and altered reality. If he is not stopped at that point there is a possibility both the attacker and its target have a chance of getting stuck in the altered reality. He is at a level he can only alter surroundings, altering the appearance of individuals is still out of reach and would possibly harm them.
Background: At the age of 9, his mother and Dominic were still in a series of weekly doctor visits when black, tattoo-like lines had suddenly shown on his features only a few weeks earlier. His mother feared a treacherous, undiscovered illness; but while he was watching a favored TV-show soon after, he could see the lines light up in the TV’s reflection, a small amount of electricity bolting through the thin lines to get from one of the left circles to the right. Only briefly; but he knew what it meant. He was a mutant. He had run upstairs and locked himself up in his room, the tramping of his feet and the slamming of the doors less thundering than him. No one was home and he would never tell anyone, so he rarely spoke after that and often wore a scarf even in the scorning heat.
After a year his parents began running out of money quick, and lastly assumed that whatever it was wasn’t going to kill him. The doctor’s file remained an empty page. Years passed by when he had barely got the hang of discharging energy and turned 18. Ironically enough, Dominic was still studying technology when he resigned from college to join the army, where he found himself able to foreshadow uncommon leadership under unforgiving circumstances. When his comrades questioned it he turned them down and told them it was a mere tattoo. He started talking again and as they grew more acquainted he one day couldn’t help but refer to the question his friends had asked months ago. For strict entertainment purposes he showed it off and occasionally even held short shows. Under the impression it was a trick, rather than shunning him, his friends complimented him. It got out of hand and even in duty time he would rather mess around than obey given orders. Until he didn’t show up for his patrol at all and the mouthiest commanding officer of them all caught him in the act. They argued and at the officer (who was a lieutenant) accusing him of being a mutant all was silent. The lieutenant took the opportunity to gently request him to return his stripes and find help. He refused. At the officer walking away to get someone else, Dominic snapped and struck him in the back with a force one wouldn’t imagine electricity to have. He died instantly. Out of pure desperation he demanded his friends never to tell anyone; he would track them down and kill them too.
Hastily, he left not only camp but the entire base, only to find his face on ‘wanted’-posters several hours later. It was then he heard about Magneto, said to be a powerful mutant and a staunch believer of mutant freedom. Magneto’s ideas matched his own and he joined the Brotherhood: it was there he not only learned different things he could do with his ability, but also to embrace it.
Anything else you'd like to add: @ The Creative Corner
Sample RP: (No less then two paragraphs)(This is a MUST!): With his arms resting under his head, Dominic watched the ceiling with a blank, calculative stare. The day had been chilled with autumn breezes, and the night was crisp with the bite of approaching seasons. He needed to reminisce in short, sweet moments of better times before the reality of war dawned once more upon him. Before he would be faced with ghosts of his past again. If he couldn’t smile now, when could he? When could he truly? Moments like these always nestled fondly next to his heart. But his face was bashful; he felt embarrassed about the fact the cogs of his mind always ended up whirring around his past. They were straying back into battle, out of control, to the place he had killed a man that had turned his back to him. His thoughts were knotted and dull, like old, gnarled tree branches. It made him awfully tired and he felt old. For sure, he’d had better days.
On the other side, there was anger. Humans. Their brilliance and their madness. Thinking of them brought images of cold, cruel machines powered by sparks of innovation; Dominic was both fearful and fascinated by them at the same time. Maybe he had done mutants good by killing his previous commanding officer. Even if he attacked him from behind. It wasn’t like he had thought of him when he had walked out of that door to betray him. Because of him, Dominic had become a figure of regret, prejudice and misfortune. And because of him he had now forsaking those that had been closest to him. Dark was his mindset now, but he was neither violent nor malicious. He simply did not care enough anymore.
No matter how much power man had to change the earth, from this day they had no part to play in his life any longer. As tragic as his journey had been, it was reassuring to be in the midst of his newfound comrades.
Affiliate: Brotherhood, babay!
