IndividualCharacter's full name: Tyler Vincent Fisher
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Ty, Fish(Involuntary nickname)
Gender: Male
Age: 27 16
Date of Birth: 04/21/92
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin:Sandersville, Georgia
Nationality: Caucasian
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish/Dutch/Scottish
AppearanceHair color and style: Blond, with a slight reddish tint. Long and shaggy, just down to his shoulders and chin, though usually brushed out of his face.
Skin Tone: Almost pale
Eye Color: Blue-hazel
Height:5 foot 8
Build: Lean, yet somewhat athletic
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:Pink Hummingbird on his collarbone, faint scar on his right cheek, scar from a dog-bite on his left ankle.
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Black gloves, tee shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers with green laces, sometimes topped off by a leather jacket.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Underwear
Miscellaneous clothing: Gloves--rarely takes them off
CharacterPersonality: Ty is generally a quiet, laid back, sort of guy. He has a decent sense of humor, and cracks a joke every chance he gets. Though his default expression is serious, he's usually anything but.
Though usually gentle and easy to get along with, he can be very protective of those he's close to, and will be quicker to defend his friends than he will himself. Ty is very loyal, and will never turn his back on his friends. Inside his innermost being is a 'never say die' attitude, which prevents him from ever giving up. He'll fight to the bitter end if he has to.
However, under this generally sweet, kind personality, lies a darker side. When hurt, angry, or under a lot of pressure, Ty can become recleusive. He'll shut himself away somewhere, and very few people are allowed to approach him like this. He becomes 'prickly,' taking most everyt attempt to make him feel better the wrong way, which just makes him feel worse.
When his anger rises, he's very prone to throwing a temper tantrum--among other throwable objects.
At first, Ty is quieter around strangers, but in time, he'll open up. But he rarely opens up all the way because he feels that when it comes to his inner pain, some battles are best fought alone.
Hobbies/ Interests:- Urban exploration
- Reading Sci Fi novels or Westerns
- Video Games
- Just relaxing
Job or part time job and description: Petty thief/pickpocket. He'll never try to rob your house, but if you bump into him on the street, check your belongings. Beggars and homeless people would be advised to guard their change.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:- Death
- Things beyond his control
- His powers
Special talents: Usually a fast learner. His natural build and agility make it easier for him to climb/jump over stuff.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. More or less a troublemaker who likes to pick pockets and flirt with almost every girl he runs into, Ty's not all bad. If he were to see an injured animal on the side of the street, for example, he'd feed it and take care of it, not having the heart to put the poor dear out of its misery.
Though unaffiliated, he could probably be recruited down the road. Which side would likely depend on who gets to him first.
MutationsMutation description:Psychometry: When Ty touches something, he can see visions relating to that object: Where it's been and the people that have come in contact with it. They start at the beginning of the object's 'life' and span to that present moment over the course of a few seconds to a minute, depending on the length.
Reverse Psychometry: The ability to 'write' thoughts or memories onto an object for the next person who touches it to receive. The person will then see the result in the form of a mental silent-movie which lasts up to several minutes. Once read, the writing will fade away. The vision will be in color if it is an actual memory, and in black-and-white if it is a mere thought. If the vision is of a dream Ty had, it will be tinted sepia. The writing will linger until someone touches it, and Ty can write on an object more than once, provided the previous one has been read already.
Strengths: Psychometry might make him a good investigator, able to relay the events of a cime scene just by touching a few things.
Object writing can be great for secret messages in public places. Also for a slight booby-trap.
Weaknesses and Limitations:Psychometry is a seemingly random phenomenon. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. When it does, Ty's mind is assaulted by visions of the past, relating everything the object in question has gone through. Afterwards, Ty gets a serious headache and sometimes a dizzy spell. This ability does not work with the exact same object more than once.
Ty must touch the object, and the next person to touch the object will see it. After writing an object, Ty will suffer a short weak spell, during which he will be vulnerable. The longer the 'writing,' the worse the weak spell. The reader will get a headache similarly to the side effect of Ty's original power. Psychics and other mental-based mutations will not have as much of a headache.
The visions have no sound, merely a short sequence of silent scenes, and last the duration of the writing. For example, a three-minute writing will last the full three minutes. The longer the writing, the worse the effect will be on Ty, and the reader. For example, if Ty leaves a ten minute writing, he will likely get sick, and the reader will get a pounding headache for a little while, but a three minute one will leave Ty feeling a little woozy, and the reader will only get a slight headache.
Physical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: Ty has decent speed, reflexes, and athleticism.
Fighting Style: Ty is not trained to fight; he more or less tries to create distance between himself and the other party.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: N/A
History Of Your CharacterTy was born to Elizabeth and Jonathan Fisher in a small Georgia town. Though they didn't have alot of money, the Fishers loved their first and only son very much, and he generally had everything he needed even if he didn't exactly have everything he wanted.
In school, Ty always made good grades, even though he never studied and was prone to getting into trouble, especially with his friends. Though disciplined when needed, Ty grew up in a happy, peaceful, and unabusive home.
That is until the month after he turned ten. His mother was killed in an accident with a semi truck. The carnage was so bad the body was unidentifiable. This being Ty's first experience with death, the boy didn't take it well; prone to random crying spells and clinging to a little stuffed tiger--a birthday present from his Mom. He got to where it was always on his person, whether in his book bag or in a jacket pocket.
His father, however, reacted in a completely different manner. He turned to alcohol to cope with his pain. And Jonathan Fisher was a very angry drunk, who would often beat Ty just for looking so much like the late Elizabeth Fisher.
By the time Ty turned eleven, it had gotten worse. So much so that Jonathan couldn't lie or hide it anymore. One of Ty's aunts, on his mother's side, got wind of this and fought for custody of the boy. And won.
Carried to another city, Ty was shown love and compassion again. Though that stuffed tiger still never left his person. It was here that Ty began to go back to more like his old self. No longer prone to frequent fits of crying or emotional meltdowns in public. From then on, those would usually be kept to the privacy of his room.
Until Ty turned fourteen, life was pretty much uneventful from there. At age fourteen, he lost a great uncle or something to cancer. He didn't know her, all he knew that his aunt admired the man, even though he lived all the way in New York. However, instead of just going to the funeral, his aunt got a job there, and they ended up moving all the way up the East coast.
Now torn from his friends, Ty was forced to start over. And at first, it was very hard, living in a new city, especially for a born and bred country boy like him. But he eventually made friends, and at sixteen, he was introduced to something called urban exploration. He and a group of three other guys would get together and go check out buildings, sewers, and other landmarks, climbing on them and seeing what they could find or see.
However, for the boys...urban exploration would become breaking and entering. Ty didn't know how it happened, he just knew one minute they were scaling a fire escape, and the next minute they were smashing through a window and looting what they could from an apartment.
Then one day they got caught. When Ty was eighteen, they decided to rob some storefront, but the alarm went off and the cops swarmed the place. Ty managed to slip away, running through back alleys and leaping over trash cans while the police were occupied with his unruly friends. But his luck would run out when he got home.
Ty and his friends weren't the only hoodlums on the street. When Ty got to his aunt's apartment, he found the place in shambles. The TV, computers, silverware, and anything else of value was gone. And his aunt was lying on the floor with a knife through her chest. Walking over, he leaned down to make sure she was really dead, and his hand brushed the knife. When he did, thousands of images flashed before his eyes. The freak slideshow lasted only a minute, but it spanned from the knife's being packaged in the factory to being opened by some teenager on Christmas. He saw everywhere that knife had been, even to bits and pieces of the robbery that had taken place only moments before.
Fighting the migrane that followed, Ty bolted out the door, clutching the tiger he still held dear. From that moment on, he lived on the streets. He'd left his friends and he never returned to that apartment. It was his senior year, but he never returned to school. Homeless, Ty picked up pickpocketing to survive.
One year later, when Ty turned nineteen, he tried to steal change out of a little old lady's purse. Promptly met with pepperspray, Ty's attempt was thwarted, but the old lady took compassion on him. She gave him three meals a day, a warm place to sleep, and clothes on his back. Lonely after the her son moved away and her husband died, she treated Ty like her own, even if he did still occasionally pick pockets. And the strange phenomenon from the scene of his aunt's death was written off as a coincidence that never happened again.
Until recently. Now twenty years old, Ty decided to step out and try urban exploration again for the first time in years. This time, on his own. He found an abandoned apartment building, and started up the fire escape. Three floors up, he grabbed a ladder rung and suddenly images flashed before his eyes. The fire escape being mounted, people using it to escape a fire in one of the apartments. The same fire escape being used to break in. Then...Ty found himself falling. He'd lost his grip during the vision, and now he was tumbling down the fire escape.
When he came to, he was lying flat on his back on the concrete, looking up at the fire escape he'd fallen from. His head hurt, and he was covered in bumps and bruises. No major injuries, but he was definitely going to be feeling this in the morning. On his way home, he picked up a pair of gloves.
Now he rarely takes them off for fear of what he's becoming. Though he knows he should probably face it, he doesn't know how.
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: Google!
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: ThingamajigSample RP: The door of the apartment creaked open as Ty stepped inside. Ms. Jenkins, the old lady who'd taken him in, was asleep. Sweat poured down Ty's brow as he made his way to the room he called his own. Once again, his life was going in a chaotic spiral. Only this time...he didn't understand. Death was a part of life. He knew that. But what was with...
He shook his head, his gloved hand removing the tiger from his jacket pocket and setting it on the bed. Stripping off his jacket, he kicked off his socks and shoes, followed by the rest of his clothes as he got ready for bed. Lastly, he removed the gloves and crawled into bed, pulling the tiger close.
~"Happy Birthday, Sweetie!" "OOH! My favorite! Thanks, Mom! You're the best."/"You little brat. You're just like your mother..." "Daddy why are you mad at me? I didn't do anything..."/"It's okay, Ty. I'm going to take care of you."/"Ty, we're going to New York."/"Dude, you're going to love exploring the city./"Wait...why are we breaking in?" "Don't worry about it dude. Just trust me."/"Holy Crap man it's the cops!"/...."You look just like my son did at your age. Come with me, sweetie. I'll get you fed and cleaned up. The street is no place for a young man."~Ty broke into a cold sweat as the images ended. Most of his life, from the time he was ten, had flashed in front of his eyes in a matter of moments. That stuffed tiger had seen almost everything Ty had.
"What's wrong with me...?" he asked no one, as the man broke into a sob, eventually crying himself to sleep.
