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Jul 27, 2018 20:39:53 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Jiri Sean O'Leary
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Forum name: InvasionOfTheBS
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Date of Birth: January 1, 1999
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Warwick, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Mixed Iranian/Irish heritage. There's a story there, and one day his parents will stop smirking and tell him.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black, short, curly
Skin Tone: Olive
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'11”
Build: A cross between a beanpole and a puppy still growing into its feet.
Visible mutation: Not visible in the physical sense, but he's prone to narcoleptic fits, particularly when not actively moving around.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: NA
Other features: NA
Everyday clothing style: He's that guy that can pull off a pink dress shirt and a fedora, or a purple velvet suit. There is no shame and a surplus of exuberant hilarity in his wardrobe.
Uniform: When you look this good, you ain't wanna cover it up.
Sleepwear: Sleepwear implies sleep. Oh god sleep.
Miscellaneous clothing: NA
Character
Personality: Jiri is a generally affable guy, when awake. When he thinks he's sleeping? Extremely unpredictable, though his usual motivation remains having fun.
Hobbies/ Interests: Sleeping. Sleep meds. Meditation. Pillows. Testing beds at mattress stores. Sleep aid music. Soccer.
Job or part time job and description: High school student
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: That he's never going to wake up, not ever again, or maybe he already has and he just doesn't know and he never will never will never tell the difference again
Special talents: Is conversationally fluent in Farsi (Persian) as well as English, with a smattering of Gaelic (mostly swears, thanks mom). Can wear suspenders with slacks and make it look good.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Awake, Jiri is a normal kid. He's a mediator, and a class clown: he's the guy who breaks up a fight by getting between people and making the lamest possible joke. He would never hurt a fly.
Asleep, well… a little shenanigans in dreams never hurt anyone, now did they? Due to his power, Jiri is having an increasingly difficult time distinguishing dream from reality, and is consequently prone to acting as a dreamer might. See someone punting a puppy? See if you can pull one of those awesome flying tiger leaps from subtitled movies and punt them! See a bank robbery in progress? Grab a cheesy mask and join in! Someone ticks him off? That someone is standing near a high ledge? Just shove the guy off. It's a dream, who cares.
The splat is almost as satisfying as if it were real.
Mutations
Mutation description: Narcoleptic body snatcher/dreamwalker.
Whenever Jiri sleeps, he unwillingly leaves his own body and possesses the nearest weak mind, be it animal or human. From there, he can direct his hops to other bodies within a 100 yard range. If the target is awake, he possesses them and can control their actions. If the target is asleep, he joins their dream.
(With PCs/important NPCs, this will only be done with OOC permission, of course.)
Strengths: While possessing a body, he experiences the full range of sensory and mental chatter that the person/animal does, and can direct their actions to an extent. With animals, this is generally full control. With people, this can range from full control over weakened minds (such as coma victims, people on heavy drugs, small children, and sleepers) to just being along for the ride as a voice in their head (as with psychics, and those trained to resist psychics). He has a weak sense of mental presences around him (a “there's someone or something that-a-way” sense, no specific details on who, what, or exactly where the thing is). If he slips into a sleeping mind, he has no means of waking the sleeper up, and he simply joins them in experiencing their dream in the role of a lucid dreamer. As lucid as he ever gets... It's the closest he gets to real sleep.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Most people fall somewhere in-between his control spectrum (resulting in a body tug-of-war over what they'll do next, and some inter-caranial negotiation on that front), and psychics can generally block him out completely. Cannot control a target's thoughts/emotions, only their physical actions. In his initial hop, he has little or no targeting. The minds he enters are conscious of his invasion and retain all memories of what happened. While animals can't usually fight him, people generally can, especially on actions they feel strongly about. When his body wakes up, or when he's exposed to an Adapted's field, he snaps back to his body. On each hop, he can only possess a person/animal within a 100 yard range of his consciousness. He can hop repeatedly, but there's an exponentially longer cool down period after each (exponential as in the literal mathematical curve. First few hops are easy, then things get really hard, really fast). He hops when his body sleeps, which leads to two very real drawbacks: first, his body is fully exposed and defenseless while he's hopping. Second, his consciousness is incapable of sleep, as any attempt at sleep activates his power. He cannot turn his power off without staying within an Adapted's range. While Jiri is physically healthy, his mind has been deteriorating since his power first activated. He is reasonably certain that he's living one long inception-like dream, and that he's going to wake up in his bed and be a normal, non-mutant kid again.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Jiri's a normal high school teen. He can throw a punch, but he's never been in a real fight. When he's reasonably sure he's awake, he'll try to joke his way out of things and defuse situations before a real fight starts. If he thinks he's asleep… anything goes. Especially since dying might just wake him up.
Fighting Style: NA
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: NA
History Of Your Character
It started with the narcolepsy. Falling asleep in school after a night out with friends wasn't that worrying. Neither was falling asleep on the couch while his dad and he watched soccer. He loved games, he loved the time with his dad, but he'd always been more of a player than a spectator. He started watching what time he went to bed, gave himself a curfew, took naps.
It didn't help.
He fell asleep during the middle of midterms. He fell asleep at dinner, and woke up with his tot of a sister laughing her head off as he gargled curry (pro tip: never, ever get curry up your nose). He fell asleep while he was practicing driving, and watched from somewhere up high as his mom pulled the wheel and they slid up over the curb and trashed a mailbox and the fender. He went to the doctor, got meds.
It didn't help.
Sometimes he dreamed he was one of those godawful sparrows that lived in the lilac bushes outside his windows. He did sparrow things, cheeped and flitted and got the other sparrows freaked out by chasing them. It was kind of funny. Sometimes he dreamed he was his sister, and he'd take her drawing of their house and add in a dino and then she'd laugh and grab a big fat red crayon and add in an explosion effect, and he'd laugh too, and it would sound like her voice. Sometimes he woke up because she was jumping on his bed, holding the picture, asking him to add more more more and sometimes he dreamed he could see her jumping through the eyes of the neighbor's cat, watching from the upstairs window next door. He dreamed he was going insane.
He dreamed that no matter how much he slept, it didn't help. The meds didn't help. The therapist—they got him one of those, too—it didn't help.
didn't help didn't help didn't
He dreamed that dick at school was feeling up one of the girls again, feeling up a goddamn freshman in the lunch line who does that and then he was picking up one of those little plastic knives and wondering how deep it would sink if he put it through that moron's hand
and he got his food and set it down
and he walked over to the dick's table
and he did just that, and it went pretty satisfyingly deep and he kind of laughed in surprise. But everyone was screaming, even the girl the dick had been a dick to
and the school cop was there going “Hey easy, easy, why don't you come with me son.”
“I haven't been sleeping well,” Jiri said down to the hand on his arm, a big hand, kind of friendly but he didn't really think the guy got it, didn't understand and they sat him in one of those conference rooms off the main office where the SPED kids got to have their cool downs after tantrums and he put his head down on the table and it was cool against his head and he tried to sleep
he tried so hard
it didn't help
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Former player of Calley, et al
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: (Inactive:) Calley, Slate, Rupert, Maxine, Bennu
Sample RP:
They said he was a mutant. First they said he was crazy, then they said he was a mutant, and he didn't know why but one of them sounded worse than the other.
Jiri was pretty sure he was awake right now. Like, eighty-two percent sure. He'd just been dreaming something really psychedelic, so he was pretty sure that was a dream, which meant he was awake. By contrast.
His roommate was still asleep on the next bed over. He didn't have his own room in the psych ward. He wasn't that crazy, which made him really nervous for just how crazy some of these other people must be.
They said he'd stabbed someone in the cafeteria. With a plastic knife. And then he'd gibbered for awhile, and maybe kicked a cop in the kneecap and acted all kinds of psycho as they tried to put him in the car. They said. He'd had a dream like that, once. It was sort of fading, now.
“Here's your lunch, Jiri,” a nurse said, and set the tray in front of him. Jiri liked the guy. He was pretty friendly, smiled, had sat down and explained how things worked when they first brought Jiri here. Better than the other nurse; the littler one. Jiri had dreamed he was that guy, had dreamed he stole things from the rooms, from the supply closet, from the pill tray. In the dream the guy had walked himself to the staff bathroom and looked himself in the eye in the mirror.
“I'm going to punch you now, 'cause you're a dick. Also a clepto. Seriously, did you need that stapler? Put the damn thing back, and stop messing with my meds. I need those. I need to sleep.”
And then the guy had curled up his fingers into a fist, and decked himself in the eye, even though Jiri heard him saying stop it stop it leave me alone the whole time.
One of the doctors had stopped by to draw blood that night. “New test,” he'd said, and smiled thinly.
“Will it help me sleep?”
“Sure,” the guy had said.
Now they were saying he was a mutant, and he was going to go to a boarding school, and no one was going to press charges against him if he did. They were going to help him there, they said.
“Help me sleep?” Jiri asked.
“Sure.”
Sure.
Note to self: Sister is 5, birthday 2/14/2010.
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