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Aug 22, 2012 18:45:34 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Tasean Darnell Walker
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Lighthouse
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Date of Birth: 01/09/1988
Nationality/ Ethnicity: African American
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born in Winston Salem, North Carolina; lives in New York City
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black hair short, close cut fade
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 5’11”
Build: Athletic
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: He has the word Lighthouse in calligraphy across his shoulder blades
Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Khakis and button up shirts at work, jeans and polo’s or graphic tee shirts and timberland boots or running shoes when not working.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Gym shorts and a tee shirt.
Miscellaneous clothing:
Character
Personality: Tasean is a big joker. His sense of humor is really big and he can laugh at almost anything, especially himself. To someone who doesn’t know him intimately it would seem that he and his friends are constantly fighting, always picking on each other, but really they are having fun and nothing is taken seriously. He loves to lend a helping hand, and is a good listener that gives great advice, but he rarely follows his own advice. He also is a lover of all types of music and somewhat of a singer. His personal pet peeves are being late to appointments or when he tells someone to be ready at a certain time and they are not; he will leave them. He also has a thing about hair on his body, and will not let the hair on his head grow over two centimeters long, and does not like hair on his chest, arms, or legs. He also has been known to show a cold disdain towards certain people, citing no other reason than ‘they do not sit well with his spirit’. Though he is a fun loving guy, he also has some rather nasty vindictive tendencies, and can hold a grudge for quite sometime. “It’s the Capricorn in me, I’m working on it” he has been known to say when friends are taken aback by his darker side.
Hobbies/ Interests: Tasean loves music, but he also loves to read, especially science fiction books. He also enjoys travelling and wine tasting. He has a great love of dogs, and a fascination with tigers. He also has a fixation on hand writing, constantly improving his own, by taking letters in other people’s writings that he likes, and training himself to mimic it. His current handwriting style is a mix of print, cursive, and calligraphy.
Job or part time job and description: Part Time Social Worker. Part Time Student
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Tasean has a fear of the concept of nothingness. His fear is that when he dies, instead of a heaven or hell, his consciousness will simply exist in a state devoid of any senses.
Special talents: Tasean ran track in high school and is quite a fast runner. He ran the 100m dash in about 10.17 seconds. He has also become good a reading lips.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Tasean is basically good, always willing to help, but when he is mad or feels betrayed he can get rather nasty with his words and actions, but rarely does it turn to physical violence.
Mutations
Mutation description: Light and Brain Wave synchronization or ‘Light Riding’. Tasean is able to change the frequency of his brain waves; only Alpha, Beta or Gamma; to that of the surrounding light, to expand is consciousness and take in sights of areas that are not in his physical reach. For instance if Tasean was at a park, and wanted to see someone clearly, within a five mile radius, he would change his brain waves to the same frequency of the light and let his mind ‘ride the light waves’ to the place or person he wants to see, and then interpret the light and brainwaves, their frequencies and what they are bouncing off of to create a clear mental picture.
Strengths: This ability gives Tasean the chance to spy on people and places from a safe distance
It is rare for someone to be able to sneak up on Tasean as he usually notices the shifts in light and/or brainwave activity.
Tasean can ride light wives for about a five mile radius of his body’s location
He can use his ability for about an hour before the mental strain begins to tax his stamina.
Weaknesses: Multitude of colors in one area, such as light streaming through stained glass, creating a riot of frequencies confuses the ability and creates fuzzy mental images, as does too many light sources in one area that are of different frequencies, such as the iridescent and incandescent lights in one room.
The only way Tasean can see into a room is if there is an uncovered window, he cannot ‘see’ through walls.
Shadows cast by cloud cover, buildings and other objects can also affect the viewing if they are dark enough.
Although Tasean can function will light riding, he cannot do strenuous activity such as fighting or running with any sense of coordination. He has a very minimal control of his body while using his ability.
Psychics can detect Tasean’s light riding
Secondary mutation description: (if applicable)
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fighting Style
Explanation: Tasean has taken some kick boxing classes, however he is not a pro at it.
Pros for fighting style: Knows some basic defensive and offensive moves but nothing spectacular. He can basically protect himself.
Cons for fighting style: Not an adept at it, and would not be able to defend himself against someone who has studied any fighting style for any amount of time.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character:
Tasean was born to Sheryl and Henry Walker in Winston Salem North Carolina. He was their only son, and from any early age he was spoiled and dotted on by his parents. From the age of three he showed an aptitude for music and reading, but lacking in mathematical skills. His favorite thing was reading with his mother, and they would spend hours together at local bookstores finding new books to read. Tasean and his mother and father were very close, as both his parents were in their late forties when he was born, and neither of them thought they would ever have a child. Both of his parents were only children, and his grandparents had passed years before he had been born, and so his mother and father were the only family he knew, and he clung hard to them.
In high school, Tasean began to grow into the man he is today. He became a much more social person, finally creeping out from underneath his parents. He found that he loved to laugh, and loved to make other people laugh and this made him a popular person. He began to spend more and more time with friends, rather than with his parents. He tried out for the track team, on a dare, and discovered he was a good sprinter and thoroughly enjoyed the sport. His parents were happy to see their son coming into his own; both of them now in their mid sixties, they were worried about what their precious boy would do when they were gone. Tasean, however, never thought about life without his parents. It was at one of his track meets, that the reality of his parents’ mortality, and his mutant abilities hit him.
After winning a race, and clocking his best time to date, he looked into the bleachers for his parents, and saw neither one of them. A team mate came to him, pointing to the parking lot, where there was a group of people huddled over someone. He could barely make out his father, kneeling down and holding someone by the head. His mind began to race, frantic that his feet would not take him fast enough to his father’s side, and his ailing mother. He cried out in frustration, and suddenly there was a rush and sort of buzzing sound, and suddenly he could see his father cradling his mother’s head, her face grey and twisted in agony. It was as if Tasean was floating above them, he could see their mouths moving, but heard nothing but that distant buzzing. He tried to touch her, but he had no hands to move, no lips to cry out. He screamed, and there was a snap in his mind, and suddenly; painfully, he was back in his shaking body, and there he dropped into unconsciousness.
A day later he woke in the hospital, to his mother and fathers frantic and tear puffed faces. His mother had some chest pains, but nothing serious the doctors said. The doctors credited Tasean’s collapse to one of those medical mysteries of family members feeling each others pain. There was nothing they could find physically or mentally wrong with him, yet still they wanted to keep him for overnight observation. Tasean thought about telling his parents, or even his doctor what happened, but didn’t. It had to be one of those medical mysteries. When his parents left, he watched them walk to their car from the window, and tried to do the mind trick thing again. He watched them walked and imagined himself right there with them, and suddenly he was, floating right between and above his mother and father. He followed them all the way to the parking deck, though once they got on the elevator he couldn’t follow. This time he let his mind float around the hospital grounds for a while, excited by the things he was seeing but afraid at the same time. Eventually his mind felt tired, and he sort of slipped back into his body, his body feeling heavy and exhausted. He slipped into a deep slumber, and woke the next morning to his parents smiling faces. He barely hid a smile when his mother told him she swore she could feel him walking with her to the car.
After high school graduation Tasean attended Winston Salem State University, his parents’ Alma-Matter. He did the typical college kids things; partied, became obsessed with his school’s sports teams success, changed his major fifty times and joined a fraternity. His Fraternity dubbed him Brother Lighthouse, because the advice he gave was always sure guidance to those who listened to it. He began to call himself that whenever he used his abilities; because he knew it had something to do with light, as he could ‘see’ in the dark. He also discovered his sexuality, having dated many girls in high school; he had his first encounter with a man, one of his old track team mates, and decided then and there he was quite gay. Even though some people disassociated themselves from him because of it, most people didn’t care because he was a genuine person and fun to be around. His parents also didn’t care, saying as long as found love and gave love in return, they were always happy for him.
After four years of college, at the age of twenty-two, Tasean graduated with his Bachelors of Social Work and his parents, now touching seventy couldn’t have been happier. And they weren’t. Two weeks after he graduated, Tasean’s mother died of a heart attack, and a month after that, his father died, most say from a broken heart. Tasean, for the first time in his life had no family and no parents. Though they left him well off, he went through a depression and decided to leave the family home for new ground, and took an entry level position at a group home in New York City, to continue studies for his Masters in Social Work as well as a counseling class.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No
Sample RP:
Tasean walked onto his balcony, towel hanging from his neck, sweat still slowly creeping down his forehead. He breathed deeply of the morning air, having just finished a three mile jog on the treadmill. Today was starting out to be a good day, after a very good night with James.
He leaned on the railing of his fourth story balcony and closed his eyes to the breeze that swept around his apartment building. He remembered mornings like these with his parents, when they would just sit on the porch and watch the sky. His mother would hum some old song and his father would talk about how all this progress and new machines and new roads were tearing up this beautiful landscape.
“It’s all thanks to these northerners coming down here and ruining our quiet and beautiful south!” His father would say over and over, a sentiment shared by many southerners.
“I wonder what dad would say if he saw me now, living up here in the big city in the horrible old north” Tasean thought to himself, smirking a little at his father’s imagined response.
Though it had been close to a year now since his parents had died, the hurt was still there. Sometimes Tasean caught himself crying, just wanting to hear his parents’ voice one more time. The playful breeze came around again and this time caught the coolness of the two tears running down Tasean’s cheek. He just let them continue their trek down his face, smiling at cherished memories of much beloved parents.
By the time the tears had tried, he was laughing, thinking about a time he had snuck toads into the house, and they had gotten loose during one of his mothers dinner parties. He stood and looked up into the cloudless sky, smiling as if at a shared joke between friends. He blew a kiss to the sun, and turned around, casually walking back into the apartment and closing the sliding glass door behind him. As he walked passed the treadmill he grabbed his cell phone, heading for the bathroom and a much needed shower. He glanced down at his phone and smiled; two missed calls and a text from James. Today was definitely going to be a good day.
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