Individual

Character's full name: August Memorial Summer
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Memo
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Date of Birth: June.... Ish. 1991 [June 5]
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Prince Rupert, BC, Canada
Nationality: Canadian-American [dual citizen]
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Metis and quadrucontinental: North and South American heritage plus some European and a bit of African.

Appearance

Hair color and style: Super fluffy crinkly brown-black mess. Brushed sheep fluffy.
Skin Tone: Rich coppery-brown with mutation markings
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Reasonably muscular, in the way of casual runners and people with laborious payment sources
Visible mutation: Skin markings, normally black and glossy, in the form of bands and swirls and such, mostly over physical regions with the strongest memories. Facial markings: a band from forehead to nose tip with a diamond outline at the top; a small circle on each upper eyelid; bands running outwards across his cheekbones before curling down and forwards over the joint of his jaw in a swirl; two narrow bands from the top of his throat to his lower lip; and a series of five featherlike flicks above and to the outside of his eyebrows.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Scars are transitory and linked to memory in that they only exist if he remembers he has them; he has obtained a tattoo but forgot what it looked like shortly afterwards so it went away.
Other features: (if applicable)

Everyday clothing style: Memo is usually pretty casual about clothing, and leans towards soft-worn jeans and unhemmed hoodies. Also toe shoes. Always toe shoes. Long sleeves are quite common, not to cover his skin from view but to reduce accidental skin contact. And his hat, whenever vaguely feasible: it's just that awesome. It's a super beat up and floppy wizard-type hat, made of smooth-rubbed suede. The brim is ragged and torn, but the dyed-and-embroidered face is vivid and fresh.

Also kind of evil. Think super wide black mouth filled with pointy white teeth, slightly flared nostrils, and smirky evil black eyes with white slitted pupils.

There is also a small bell tied to the top tip of the hat.
Uniform: Day job is hauling and selling flooring products, so jeans, button up shirt, and store logo vest. Also, boo steel toed boots. Night 'job' is uniformless, because it's just open mics and karaoke nights.
Sleepwear: Flannel pants and soft fluffy spa socks
Miscellaneous clothing: He tries to wear a watch but forgets a lot. He also tends to forget to wear socks at work. There are also always post it notes and a pen or pencil somewhere in all of his clothes. And often post it notes on his clothes.

Character

Personality: Memo is excitable, rather dramatic, and gets very emotionally invested in anything that interests him. He is also very distractible, silly, and prone to obsessing over random things. He loves music and is often listening to it, and his apartment is strewn with things like bluetooth-speaker-lightbulbs and passive sound amplifiers that look like abstract sculptures. He may not be very financially stable because he might buy things like that on impulse.

Basically, Memo is an airhead. An honest, trusting airhead.
Hobbies/ Interests: Music! And pretty things, and fluffy things, and cute things. The natural world is so incredibly amazing. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS HARDWOOD IT'S SO COOL. Also photography. Not editing, but just taking random pictures.
Job or part time job and description: Day job is flooring store retail. Pays rent and has pretty stuff but meh. Spends a lot of his spare time playing at open mic nights and the like.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Does he have those? He keeps forgetting.
Special talents: Memo is quite musical and plays his keyboard very well, and also sings. He specializes in covers for both, and can mimic singing voices very well. He is less good at remembering correct lyrics. Ultimate special talent is Forgetfulness, master rank.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Strongly pro-nature. Capable of causing harm, especially without thinking, but more inclined to protect than to attack.

Mutations

Mutation description:
Save Point
The core of Memo's mutation more than the symptom, Memo is able to reset his body to a physically remembered 'save point.' This can be triggered consciously or subconsciously, and will always trigger if he is critically injured with a functioning brain. In short terms, Memo literally forgets that he was ever injured at all.

In long terms, his mutation tells his tissues how they are supposed to exist, and forces them to exist in that form. He cannot modify that saved formatting, and his emergency save point - the exact state of existence to which he will return if mortally wounded - is permanently the state in which he existed when this aspect of his mutation emerged at the age of 24. He hopes that there’ll be a way to change that in the future, given that there are changes he would like to make to his body eventually, and he’d rather not lose those changes just because something stupid happened. It may be noted that resetting doesn’t necessarily cause him to forget anything, but that he may have to forget some stuff to make space to run the reset.

If no one's trying to kill him (but not messing with his brain), though, this is really way more awkward than helpful. Memo can remember-into-existence any physical state he remembers with sufficient detail, including injury, drunkenness, socially inappropriate physical elation...

The more memorable the state is, the more likely it is to reemerge should he be reminded of it.

Also, the older aspect of his mutation means that physical states are, well, really memorable. In extreme detail.

Forget-Me-Not
If Save Point is the heart of Memo's mutation, this is definitely the infrastructure supporting it. Memo has a modified memory system, and records extremely high definition detail from his body. Rather than remember a few aspects of something, such as the colour of someone's hair he sees walk past, he gets to keep everything he experienced as one giant package of data.

Maybe giant is an understatement. Either way, Memo doesn't currently have the memory space to keep track of everything, and smaller packets of memory - tidbits like the result of conversations, decisions, and passing observations - are very readily swept away to try to keep him functioning. This forgetting process is highly automatic and is as consciously manipulated as anyone else's memory. Now, when his physical reset ability emerged, it did come with a memory upgrade - but most of the increased space was immediately taken up with his new backup data. That upgraded space takes the form of vivid markings on his skin, and those markings are found with the greatest complexity and density in areas associated with the most memories: his face, throat (thanks to his musical side job), and hands are the most notable. These markings correlate to particular memories, and should those memories be lost or additional, related ones be gained, the markings will change. Say he has a memorable encounter with a cat that shreds his arm. It eventually heals (after a few reminders making it as fresh as the first moment) and a black streak is left behind. At the same time, he automatically forgets about something else, say how to play a certain sequence of notes, and a swirl across his knuckles disappears.

Useful as the increased space is, it comes with a potentially dangerous drawback: the relocation of memories to his skin makes them vulnerable to triggering by external sources. Fortunately, contact with inanimate objects normally doesn't activate them, but skin-to-skin contact (including his own, especially if he is fully aware of the contact) will cause Memo to actively remember the physical data stored in that marking. Following the above, fortunately theoretical example, Memo gets it on with a hottie and they accidentally trigger the cat-scratch marking. Suddenly blood and pain. Bye bye hottie

When a marking-stored memory is active, it turns matte white instead of glossy black. When Memo is forced to revert his entire physical state, all of his markings change colour. After a memory has been triggered through its marking, that marking temporarily turns matte black for several minutes. During this period of time, it cannot be reactivated through contact.


It is possible to think about a memory without fulling recalling it, but it takes an incredibly light touch and considerable self control. Memo’s air headed flightiness is both a blessing and a curse as a result, as he is liable to forget what he was thinking about regardless of mutation even if he’s also likely to forget to not think about things. If he starts freaking out or bleeding or anything, slap him and yell something ludicrous. It’ll probably distract him enough.

Strengths: Woo immortal! As long as his brain is functional, anyway. Memo also has extremely strong physical memory, and can generally pick up physical habits very quickly - intentionally or not.

Forgetting about injuries is cool!
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Insufficient memory storage is awkward. So is remembering things too strongly, especially at the wrong time.

Or remembering being injured. Or being unable to forget that he is injured: there's no point trying to heal him if his body is constantly rebuilding the injury.

Also, skin contact adds another layer of stuff to handle.

He's also a visible mutant without a readily controlled or combat-related ability, which does put him at risk from antimutant entities. Sure, he'll most likely survive, but getting beat up kind of hurts.

Drinking tends to remind Memo of being drunk, so, uh... Don't ask him to drive after any alcohol. He is also bad as a DD because he might remember being drunk anyway.

Memo is incredibly vulnerable to mental attacks. A few skilled words can cause his mutation to backfire rather spectacularly (and gorily), and telepaths of most sorts have a ton of things to mess with. He has basically no natural psychic resistance or barriers to mental manipulation, plus he's trusting and social enough to be fairly easily swayed by words. In short, yes, it is possible to remind him that he was once injured in such and such a way and have his body remember that state in all its painful and bloody detail.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: All pretty standard for a reasonably fit person of human physical abilities, but boosted physical memory increases movement learning ability.
Fighting Style: Errrrr either avoid injury or die without brain damage! Or just not fight. Everyone likes music, right? No? Awww.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Not exactly great at winning.

History Of Your Character
August Summer was born in northwestern British Columbia, Canada, in a small town most famous for either being one of the least sunny places on the planet or for almost being Vancouver.

Well, the planet had other plans on the Vancouver part. Mudflats aren't great for oceangoing vessels.

So near to the edge of the world, Memo had a pretty awesome childhood. And then his dad died, and his mom moved back to the United States. Apparently he was the only one left in the family who found the boggy cliffs and fog idyllic.

Surely the other side of the continent would be fun too, though! He went along happily with his mother to New York, this magical city of dreams and drama. He settled right into the new little apartment, still clinging to the cool floppy magic hat that had been his dad's last gift, despite the complete lack of outdoor space and the coastal level predisposition to mould, and dove into his new middle school with airheaded relish. What could go wrong?

Well, his education could prove to be very poorly matched to the new curriculum, and he could be pushed aside and dismissed for his foreignness as much as because people wanted to call him a girl. His mixed blood didn't even fit into the muddled groupings in his lower-class school, and he didn't pick up on the social cues that might have helped him settle into a group.

Instead of ending up completely alone, though, his propensity to completely forget about things people had done allowed him to slowly build connections with a scattering of people from a number of different groups.

He started working part time in high school, and that allowed his mother to move them to a slightly larger two bedroom apartment in a similarly unposh neighbourhood, and even find a used keyboard for her budding musician son. All for one, one for victory! Was a bit more space victory? Sure it was. Music was definitely victory. He also joined a photography club in high school, the administration's attempt to inspire the arts and try to improve morale and culture in the student body.

OH WOW PICTURES. August, now more widely known as Memo both as a contraction of his middle name and because he always had post it notes stuck on everything, picked up his childhood wandering again, now in the wild city, and just took pictures of whatever caught his interest, even after graduating high school and snaring a decent job - and buying his own camera! And a proper supply of binders; boobs are for girls.

That led him to some trouble with a group who also managed to identify him as a mutant - something he'd completely overlooked, for though his mutation had been active for some years it was so incredibly passive that it never occurred to him or anyone else. Mutant-reading mutants kind of stepped over that hurdle, and this particular group thought he might be recruitable. Y’know, either as a mascot or if he grew into something even vaguely useful.

Memo hung out with them for a few weeks, here and there in between hanging with his cool new photo-editing roommate, before finding himself in the middle of the group and blocking the only escape route for some lost-looking richish kid.

He hesitated, and his new 'friends' beat him up even worse than the hapless kid.

Except he woke up completely unharmed. And very visibly mutant, with dull markings scattered across his body. Okay. So something had happened.

Casual as he was, he went back to his normal life, managed to keep his job only because his direct manager was also a mutant and defended him to senior management, and just kept on living.

His roommate moved out a week later, and he still hasn't found anyone to replace her. Money is getting rather critically tight and the whole debt thing his mother never actually taught him about, managing all of their finances herself, is getting a little complicated. It might help if he didn't buy things he liked on the spot, like his camera and keyboard and random sound related things that are now strewn around his apartment.

His mom has her own roommate now to make ends meet, but she still lets her airheaded mutant son in for dinner whenever. She might be more city than wild, but she's cool.

Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: I be Adder
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Adder~
Sample RP:


So that, uh. That was a lot of blood on the ground. Memo quickly patted down his sleeves and ribs. No, nothing dripping from him. Phew. That would’ve been super awkward. His mom had just bought him this shirt and he liked it. A lot. He didn’t want to ruin it.


So… if it wasn’t his blood…


He snapped a couple of pictures of the blood, still shimmery in the late morning light, and carefully picked his way around the edge so he could see around the corner.


That was… definitely a body. And that was someone else crouched beside it, trying to pull a knife out of the very much bled-out body. *Click*. Camera back in his bag, innocent hands were empty hands.


The knife came free and the skeletal woman tumbled backwards. Literally skeletal; there were patches without skin or muscle, just bone, and the patches that did have skin didn’t look to have much underneath. Skeleton or starved zombie?


SKELETON ZOMBIE LADY WAS RUNNING AT HIM TIME TO GO-


and apparently slide a solid foot because his cheap city shoes weren’t rated for running and turning on pavement with standing blood. His ribs hurt while he fell, rather than before.


Skeleton zombie lady was gone when he picked himself up. Hey, at least he hadn’t fallen in the blood, right? …no, she’d stabbed him in the back. If he rushed home, maybe he could still get the stain out, and sew up the hole? But she’d killed someone, so he had to call the cops.


He ended up calling the cops. And then discovered that the stab cut in his shirt was too ragged to easily stitch up even if he could get the blood out. Sad pandas.

Looks great, Adder! Hope to get a thread with Memo.