Individual Character's full name: Trent Lynn Ward
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Ward
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: July 1st
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American, Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Savannah, Georgia
AppearanceHair colour and style: Black, Unkempt, Short length. Love it or hate it, Trent's hair is trapped in an appearance of eternal bedhead..
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'1
Build: Lean, no visible signs of muscle mass.
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None
Other features: Facial Hair, thin beard around jawline
Everyday clothing style: Suits. Yep, the business kind. A jacket, tie, vest, suspenders; the whole nine yards. After all, who really pays attention to the guy who looks like he's going to a meeting? Sometimes this is slacked off on, but why bother?
Colors and tie vary from day to day.
Uniform: Not Applicable
Sleepwear: The day's pants, shirt, and suspenders. Due to his mutation, it's too much of a hassle to find an alternate sleeping outfit.
Miscellaneous clothing: Fashion accessories and other useful devices are not functional on Trent's person. He also has no need to change outfits depending on location or weather, as they don't particularly affect him.
CharacterPersonality: Currently, Ward teeters dangerously in a state of bipolar manic depression, edged even further by his consumption of kinetic energy. He can range from an obscenely bright, cheerful person with a positive outlook on life to an edgy individual who simply wants to keep his space from anyone who might get too close.. all depending on the last time he recharged. Deep down, as well as before the young man's mutation manifested, Trent was an easy going person who simply lived life for the sheer enjoyment of it. As of yet the mutant hasn't quite found a reason to press on, and is greatly desires finding a niche and purpose.
Hobbies/ Interests: Previously, the young man was highly engrossed by music, and even took up learning the guitar. Now he can't pursue these interests, and has taken to learning sign language, lip reading, and watching any movie he can with subtitles.
Job or part time job and description: Unemployed (and receiving monthly stipends from his now-distant family)
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:-- Is afraid that he will be isolated from the rest of the world (literally) forever due to his mutation.
-- Has a mild Acrophobia, or fear of heights. (Despite the fact that he could practically jump out of an airplane with no side effects..)
-- Is concerned with the interal battles among mutants, and has wondered if he will become caught up in them.. (let's hope so!)
Special talents: Has the power to conjure omellettes out of thin air (Is a mildly proficient cook)
Morality:Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: +1 Neutral. Chaotic Neutral. Might save your ass, might steal your car.
Mutations~Kinetic Shell~
Mutation description: An invisible shell approximately 3 inches thick around Trent absorbs and magnifies kinetic energies from anything attempting to enter it (other forms of energy are converted at a lesser degree). Because this field amplifies the effects of anything attempting to enter the barrier, the stronger something tries to penetrate, the stronger the shell pushes back, effectively becoming impenetrable. Additionally, the rate at which power is converted allows Trent to take the energy used against him and turn it against his attackers. However, even at a normal level the shell is always draining a fixed amount of energy, if not from outside sources then from his own body; thus, it's need to stay charged must always be considered.
Strengths:-- Thanks to the barrier, Trent is completely impervious to anything that would come into contact with his body. Anything that reaches the Kinetic Shell is simply stopped in its tracks.
-- Energy used against the mutant is absorbed by the Kinetic Shell, and it must be released. The only ways Trent is capable of using this extra energy are to either focus it into the shell (which can be used to either reflect oncoming force instead of simply absorb it, or control its release to increase melee attacks with a literal burst of power) or discharge it (in the form kinetic shockwaves capable of emanating from his body in desired directions). Pure kinetic energy is absorbed to the point that the same amount of energy must be used, while other forms of energy only convert into kinesis at approximately three fourths the amount of force used.
Weaknesses:-- Energy absorbed beyond the maximum amount required to sustain the shell is discharged involuntarily, and can be held no longer than one minute for every 5 Mutated Control. Because of this, Trent can be a liability to those around him should he absorb too much energy. Any attacks directed at Ward by an enemy would simply turn him into a bomb against his allies if not discharged quickly.
-- Ward's power can only work if outside forces act against the Kinetic Shell. Furthermore, he cannot gain energy by using the shell against itself, (for instance, if Trent punched himself or another object, energy from the kinetic field would merely be discharged). In short, if Trent was simply ignored, he would be even weaker than a normal human due to the drain caused by the field on his body.
-- While not necessarily a life threatening weakness, the temperature in Trent's environment can cause a noticeable difference in the strain placed on his shell's energy collection. Because temperature affects kinetic energy colder temperatures lower the ease at which energy is gathered by the shell, while warmer levels do the opposite. For every 37 degrees Fahrenheit or 12 degrees Celsius above or below room temperature, the amount of energy which Trent requires to maintain the Kinetic Shell for a day similarly increases or decreases by 20%. (Ex: Were Trent in a 0 degrees fahrenheit/celsius location, he would require 40% more kinetic energy daily to sustain himself than normal.) Though his body cannot actually feel changes in temperature, the added burden or relief on the Kinetic Shell would be noticeable to the mutant. Additionally, this factor of Trent's shell could be used against him, were he to come across mutants or weapons specialized with sub-zero temperature manipulation.
-- Being trapped within an impenetrable shell, the young man's senses have been greatly affected. He currently has no sense of smell, taste, or touch, and his sense of hearing is extremely hampered; the only unaffected sense is sight. Because of the barrier's nature, it is a great strain to suppress it's capabilities enough to allow sound to pass through, whether it be his own voice or the sounds of the outside world (it is even a miracle that any amount of information can get through, and is something the young man intends to pursue further); as such, he can only suppress the barrier enough that he may allow sound to 'work' for approximately fifteen minutes every day. Even then, noise sounds extremely distant, and can be hard to make out.
-- Simple things that many humans and mutants would take for granted can become highly frustrating for the young man encased in the Kinetic Shell. Activities such as swimming or taking showers aren't possible in any sense of the word, as water is simply repelled away; trivial tasks such as handling a phone or opening a door become practically impossible, and anything requiring finesse is out of the question (not to mention that the shell makes it impossible for him to come into contact with any electrical devices without short circuiting them). Also, clothes can no longer fit directly onto his body, and pants will only stay if worn by suspenders. For this reason, he has taken to constantly wearing multiple layers of clothing to hide the signs of his mutation.
-- Perhaps because of the physiological changes of his secondary mutation, or because of the added stress created by no longer having physical stimulus, Trent's mental state is highly unstable. While this in itself is not much of a weakness, the effect that this isolation has had on his susceptibility to psionic stimulus is astounding. To those who might attempt to access or manipulate his mind, it would seem almost as if Trent's subconscious was seeking out some form of contact, and was extremely malleable.
Secondary mutation description:-- Trent's body, whether as the cause of the shell or an adaptation to it, no longer requires oxygen, food, or water (which he could not access even if he desired, as he has yet to find a way to penetrate it), nor is the mutant capable of sleep. Instead, he receives his sustenance from the energy absorbed by his Kinetic Shell. Further implications of this mutation are as of yet unknown to him.
Strengths:--This mutation allows Trent to survive despite the fact that food nor water can pass through the kinetic shell.
Weaknesses:-- Trent must always seek out more energy to feed on. At his normal level, the man can go for approximately twenty-four hours at maximum before needing to 'recharge' himself or risk passing out. Should he ever fail to continue absorbing energy, the shell will drain him to death.
Fighting Style: NoneExplanation: Trent has had no formal training in any form of martial art.
Pros for fighting style: Who really likes wasting hours punching a bag?
Cons for fighting style: Tripping over something in the middle of combat sure can be a pain...
Faction Allegiance:Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character:Born to a successful Atlanta business executive father and a Southern socialite mother, Trent was for all intents and purposes raised as a spoiled rich kid by his parents; then raised as a half-decent child by the family's staff of nannies, maids, and cooks. It's a cliché that many have heard, and even a few had lived. One that Trent Ward had little problem accepting. After all, who didn't like getting whatever they wanted at the 'cost' of not having annoying parents around?
Private schools were nothing to be thrilled about, but at least there was little that the teachers could stop students from doing so long as the family was a 'gracious benefactor'. If nothing else, you could say that the young boy at learned how to cut a prank. By middle school, however Trent had grown out of his mischievious nature and meshed into a close group of friends, all in a similar family situation to himself. It was during these formative years that he was exposed to his first true passion: music.
Just about any band, any style, any instrument. If it had a good beat and the right sort of expression within it, the kid took to it and slapped it on an iPod. This behavior didn't change much, nor did Trent's group of friends (outside of several failed attempts at teenage relationships who all came and left) throughout high school. Again, not much to comment on outside of the ordinary.. or at least, the ordinary for a teen who thought he owned the world. With mediocre grades, and little to no participation within anything extracurricular, you could say that Trent Ward was amazingly average. Yet, that wasn't what colleges thought when he neared graduation. Sure, the student was sub par, but the donations that would follow were worth fighting over.
So, there he was, all packed up and ready to head to the University of Georgia as a business major. A ride that would mark the next chapter of Trent's life... and it certainly was just that. The vehicle was totaled, courtesy of a drunken driver. There was a single injury, Trent, who was resuscitated on the scene with the use of a defibrillator. And thus, his mutation awakened.
It wasn't long after this that his plans 'changed'. Of course, his family told everyone else that it was simply a wake-up call, and that Trent needed to spend time to go out and see the world, as life was just soooo short. But honestly, any mutant would know that really wasn't the case. The Wards knew Trent wasn't simply some human; he was a damned wind-up toy, and couldn't even eat a meal like a normal person. Hell, they couldn't even touch him! So, with a stack of blank checks and two packed bags, Trent Ward left the house, and still never intends to return.
The time after his departure was spent floating around on the money put aside for his college funds, just taking life in. A bit of Paris, a bit of London, and one big blackout in Amsterdam. Somehow, Trent ended up settling down several months ago in New York, where he has managed to stay under the radar without issue.. but for how much longer?
RoleplayWhere did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: None
Sample RP:Another fairly cold day in the Big Apple, if the tightly wrapped passersby and the faint steam of their breaths was any indication. This disregard of the weather was one thing Ward couldn't particularly complain about, at least. The massive buildings and neverending bustle of downtown was actually quite entertaining to walk through, without having to listen to the sound of dozens of bonking horns and screaming cabbies courtesy of five o'clock traffic (not like it wasn't ever backed up, anyway..)
This afternoon was yet another time that he had to get out of his apartment and walk. Reading the text on the television was just getting too damned frustrating, when all he saw was mutant related... it was a shame he was having to get out for that reason all the more frequently over the last few days. Although, the sights on the street were almost as entertaining as any sitcom, and it wasn't like he had anything to worry about from potential muggers; what would they actually accomplish that he hadn't already tried himself and failed during his unstable times?
So, the next hour drug on, with the same familiar randomness in those around him. Unfortunately, part of that randomness involved coming across scenes like what stood before him as he rounded the corner of a department storefront... Paramedics stood over a man who looked almost like he had been drenched in gasoline and tossed a match. Was that really the case, or was this the work of a mutant?
With that thought, his eyes shifted from the man lying face up on his back to the strobing red lights atop the ambulance, and his thoughts suddenly went back to a memory all too familiar...
There was a warm feeling covering the left side of his face, all the way down to his neck. His forehead throbbed violently, as if his brain was about to pop out of his skull; next, everything grew blurry, before fading to black.. The next thing Trent knew, there was a man with a uniform kneeling over him, pushing the petite frame of his mother away with one hand and shouting something, but Trent couldn't hear it. The man looked down to Trent, biting back a grimace. He must've looked like hell. The paramedic reached out towards Trent's neck with two fingers outstretched, but the teenager never felt anything. Come to think of it, he couldn't feel the warmth on his face either. Trent's brow furrowed in confusion, just as the medic's face went white and his mouth agape. Uncertain of what was going on, the injured teen tilted his head slightly, looking out of the corner of his eye at the cause of the shock... the man's hand was being pushed back.
With an inaudible sigh and a quick turn on his heel in the same direction he had came, Trent couldn't help saying something that only he would hear as he slid his hands into his coat pockets..
“Honestly, maybe that guy's better off.”
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