IndividualCharacter's full name: Van Sanders-Adamson
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: None currently.
Gender: Male
Age: 17 [18 as of August 2010]
Birthday: August 27, 1992
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Van is a little bit: French, German, Irish and Dutch but he is mostly of English descent.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: He was born in NYC and he still lives there.
AppearanceHair colour and style: Van’s hair varies by month and sometimes by week. He almost never has a full head of hair (something is always shaved off) and what he does have is usually styled in some kind of choppy way. The color of his hair also varies from his natural brown to black. Everything done to his hair he does himself, so sometimes it doesn’t look quite right...
Eyes: Van has grey eyes that are more often than not ringed by messy black eyeliner that he hasn’t quite mastered applying.
Height: 6'1
Build: Being almost unhealthily skinny and very lanky Van doesn’t have a large amount of muscle. What he does have is in his legs and arms.
Visible mutation: Sometimes his appendages look/are very long.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Van has quite a few tattoos and several piercings. His ears are gauged and he has his septum pierced. He has VS tattooed above his heart (for his mother), he has a colorful full sleeve tat on his left arm that’s filled with quite a few different pictures, and on his right side there’s a black rose design that stops below his pecs. He doesn’t have any major scars.
Other features: Van takes most of his looks from his mother. He also has a slight Brooklyn accent because he lives...in Brooklyn in the neighborhood of Williamsburg.
Everyday clothing style: Van generally wears whatever smells cleanest. He likes skinny jeans paired with random shirts he’s found at thrift shops. Sometimes to be ironic he adds one of his grandfather’s old blazers to an outfit. Most of his clothing is ripped and stained from his uncaring habits and he still wears it (after it’s been repaired with safety pins of course).
Uniform: None currently.
Sleepwear: Boxers or pajama pants and no shirt.
Miscellaneous clothing: Van has the suit that he wore to his mother’s funeral.
CharacterPersonality: Basically Van doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about himself and he
certainly doesn’t care about other people. He does what he wants when he wants and he doesn’t bat an eyelash about it.‘Honest’ is what he calls his sometimes biting comments and usually he doesn’t go out of his way to be mean. Anger management skills were not something Van learned and he’s quick to anger, although that anger dissipates very quickly as well. When he’s in a good mood Van goes out of his way to talk to people in attempts to keep the good juices flowing and when he gets hyper he’s pretty weird. Although, generally Van is a loner and talking to people is not high on his list of priorities. He protects himself with his aloof attitude and considering his somewhat cushy upbringing his facade is easily broken by fear–meaning he’s not nearly as b.a. as he seems. Van’s always been pretty smart and this has made him a bit condescending sometimes and more than a little lazy.
Hobbies/ Interests: Van particularly likes to take pictures of things he finds interesting. He doesn’t use any fancy camera or anything, he just carries around his mother’s old Polaroid and snaps pictures of anything and everything. Sometimes he likes to draw and paint but sometimes these activities remind him too much of his mother and he hates to do them. He also likes to go to concerts (mosh pitting is the best way to feel connected to others without actually talking to them) and he’s been known to play video games in his room for days on end. He also reads quite a bit, mostly non-fiction.
Job or part time job and description: Van’s never had a real one, sometimes he helps clean up in his father’s bar.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Van is scared of the violence he sees around him, he’s scared of his mutation, and he’s worried that he’s going to die without making anything of himself.
Special talents: He’s good at being quiet after years of sneaking out of (and into) the apartment above his father’s business.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Van is neither truly good nor truly bad. In doing what he wants he sometimes does bad things (especially since he’s usually not opposed to breaking the law...underage drinking and a smoking habit) but he also does random nice things for people (more than once he’s worked in a soup kitchen). It all really depends on his mood. Van has never really had anyone to guide him as a teen so his views are constantly changing along with his morality.
MutationsMutation description: Van can manipulate most of his body–causing it to stretch out and take on an almost rubber-like texture. When he’s stretched Van’s body is a bit like an animated noodle.
Strengths: | Appendage(s): | Can Safely Stretch: | Extra Notes: |
| Legs | 6ft | Van’s legs are no stronger when they stretch and he’s only faster at moving (assuming he has his balance) because of his longer leg strides. |
| Arms | 5ft | Just like his legs Van’s arms are no stronger when stretched then they normally are. |
| Torso | 3ft | Van’s torso can only stretch 3ft because of all the important organs it contains as well as the limited stretching capacity of his spine. |
| Neck | 2ft | Stretching his neck is particularly dangerous because it’s very easy for his spinal cord and other cords to be damaged when everything is all out of place. |
| Fingers (including thumb) | APROX 2ft | This approximation is due to the fact that fingers aren’t exactly the same in length to begin with. |
| Toes | APROX 1ft | See Fingers description. |
* Van’s bones are much harder to break when he is stretched out, due to the fact that most of his body melds into a slightly rubber-like state when it stretches.
*Van’s stamina isn’t hugely affected by his powers, meaning he can use them as long as he has enough energy to move and he can keep an appendage at whatever length he wants for has long as he wants.
*It doesn’t take crazy amounts of focus for Van to transform his limbs.
Weaknesses:*Van’s organs, nervous system, and circulatory system are at risk of harm every time he uses his powers. If he comes back to ‘normal’ wrong he can do some serious damage to himself.
*If he pushes himself too far he could theoretically kill himself by messing with things a bit too much and he could run the risk of his body ‘staying’ all loosey-goosey.
*Lossey-goosey Affect can also occur if Van wears himself down to a point where his energy is so low he can barely function.
* Sometimes his limbs stretch out on their own, like when he’s upset, so he doesn’t always have control over himself.
*Van can only increase and decrease his length, he can’t stretch width wise at all.
*Doing things stretched (ex: running with long legs) takes just as much energy as it normally would and sometimes a bit more.
Random Note: Anything close to Van when he stretches (ex: clothing) is affected by the rubber-like state and also changes texture. This can be good or bad depending on the situation but mostly it protects him from stretching himself so much that he rips his clothes and ends up naked! 
Fighting Style Explanation: Random punching/kicking/running/jumping/scratching when he’s cornered.
Pros for fighting style: It works with his powers and he’s not set in any certain style.
Cons for fighting style: Van has no idea what he’s doing, it’s not that hard to defeat him in a fight (assuming he doesn’t bravely run away first).
Faction AllegianceUnaffiliated
History Of Your Character:Van’s early childhood was dominated by his mother’s art shows. He spent most of his time with her in his early years and they traveled all over the country together, following her jobs. This continued until he was eight years old when his parents decided it would be better for their son to attend a school rather than be home schooled by a woman who devoted most of her time to her paintings and photography. His mother, Vicky Sanders, gave up her career (that wasn’t really going anywhere anyway) so that he could have more of a ‘normal’ life. Normalcy is relative, considering as he got older his mother became bitter and often partied her nights away while his father ignored the family problems and spent more and more time tending to his bar. Even through all of their marital ‘issues’ the Sanders-Adamsons kept up the facade of a happy family in front of their son and Van ignored the strange things he saw around him, hoping they’d go away if no one talked about them.
When he was sixteen two very life altering things happened to Van. The first being his mother died, a victim of cancer, after almost a year of intense treatment. This devastated the boy and he slunk into a deep depression. He blamed his father for the death of his closest parent and still does to this day. He says that he didn’t try hard enough to ‘save’ her and that it was his ‘fault’ that she was so unhappy. On the day of Vicky’s funeral they had an argument that ended with Van’s freakishly long arm stretched out in the kitchen, preparing to choke his father. (He dropped the arm immediately after the shock wore off, he didn’t really want to hurt him.) Things between the two haven’t been the same since. School has become optional for Van at this point and no one says anything about his truancy our his running around the city whenever he wants.
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Sample RP:The alarm went off that morning like it always did. Van had never gotten around to reading the manual for his alarm clock and he had no idea how to stop the annoying buzzer sound that woke him up for school everyday. It never occurred to him to look it up, he just lived with the nuisance . A bare arm snaked out from under the covers, blindly searching for the annoying hunk of plastic. When thin fingers couldn’t find the snooze button they reached down behind the bedside table and ripped the power cord from the socket. Because the alarm clock had back up batteries it kept chiming and it was still chiming as it was dropped mercilessly by the snake arm out the open window that was across the room from the bed. Coincidently it was open because it had served as Van’s entrance the night before...well, more like earlier that morning but still. Van didn’t hear the scream of the angry New Yorker or the
thud of the accursed thing as it shattered on the pavement.
Why hadn’t he thought of that before?
His arm slunk back to its normal size as Van rolled over and blearily glanced at the light coming in from the uncovered window. He was awake now, there was no getting past that. Awake and cold, now he’d never get to sleep. The other arm shot out to close the window and the teen sat on the edge of his bed. To school, or not to school, that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the talk and tripe of those professors...Not to school was definitely the better choice here, in his English class they were discussing Shakespeare, something Van could decidedly live without. He’d probably just do some research on his own and then walk in on test day like he’d been doing a lot lately. As long as he passed his father didn’t give a crap. Really, what was the point of highschool? Nothing exciting ever happened there, there were no super-amazing girls, and all the teachers were a million and five years old. What’s fun about hanging out with a bunch of old dudes and annoying sheep all day?...NOTHING. Yes, it would be much better for the boy if he explored the city on that particular day and most days really.
Standing up and giving a large, cat-like stretch Van headed for the bathroom. Soon hot steam filled the off white room and the boy stepped into the shower. Pipping hot water was the best cure for a night spent doing a few things one probably shouldn’t have. When he got out of the twenty minute shower and was dressed Van stood in front of the hall mirror and stared at himself. More and more these days it seemed like his eyes weren’t his own. Every time he looked in the mirror all he saw was his mother’s face, that’s all his father saw now too, probably why Van woke up more often than not alone in the tiny apartment in Brooklyn. His father called it ‘extra hours’ but Van was pretty sure that they were something more like ‘avoidance’.
No, school was decidedly not on the menu this day. This day was for forgetting. Forgetting everything, if that was possible.
Very cool.
