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Individual
Character's full name: Hokee Chogan
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable)none
Gender: Male
Age:15
Date of Birth: 09/11/1996
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Native American, Onadaga
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Onadaga Reservation NY (south of Syracuse)
Appearance:
Hokee’s skin is a deeply rich tanned color with very little arm or leg hair. When joyful his eyes perk up to a brilliant heart warming brown but mostly are half open as if light itself is to much to handle. His teeth are fairly white with a few chips off to the left top side of his mouth, though his mouth remains shut unless speaking is necessary.
Hokee’s hair runs halfway down his back and is frequently in a loose ponytail with multiple bands in different locations holding his hair in place. His hair is slick and silky smooth to the touch. A small black head band is often worn in combination with ponytail or when his hair lays freely.
Hair color and style: Long black hair
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'4
Build: Athletic
Visible mutation: (if applicable)none
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: none
Other features:His eyes are mostly shut, like slivers most of the time.
Everyday clothing style: Hokee gravitates towards black and brown with his clothing, and prefers to wear tighter form fitting clothing. When warmer weather he wears black basketball shorts and black tanks. In the colder weather he wears girl black skinny jeans, black tshirts and hoodies.
Uniform: (if applicable)none
Sleepwear: boxers
Miscellaneous clothing: NA
Character
Personality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.)Hokee is very closed off to people, a lone ranger type of personality. In general Hokee doesn't trust anyone. Hokee has a slightly egotistical approach to life, it is based on survival tactics rather than on selfish ambitions. This is highly influenced by the way he was raised along with his environment. Hokee believes in not giving others the opportunity to screw him over, this can be due to abandonment.
In school, Hokee was a drifter he never really fitting into any group of kids in particular. Desperately though he seeks to be accepted by others and wants that sense of security. Pessimistic by nature he feels that he will never amount to much since his own family had little success for generations. With a lack of a role model Hokee easily dabbles in activities he shouldn’t, all in search for acceptance.
Petty theft is a common occurrence and lately Hokee has been known for sneaking off at night. He has a deep love for Astronomy along with nature. Despite his lack of motivation, he is confident with what he does. He tends to be more feminine then masculine and is frequently missed gendered. He does have a short temper and will spar without reason if egged on.
Hokee would be most likely to blow up his high school, if that was an option in the year book. His acts of violence are not what suggests this but he tends to brew over things that upset him making a larger reaction later then might be necessary. Hokee is at a trivial period of time in his life, bordering the line he sits on the fence of good and evil unsure of which will provide him with the better benefits in life
Hobbies/ Interests: Sneaking out of his house late at night to go tagging (spray paint his mark on underpasses, building etc), free running, getting into trouble. Hokee does have an interest in Astrology and likes to be outside in nature.
Job or part time job and description: (if applicable) None
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Abandonment is a huge fear of his, due to this he is closed off to people in general. Despite his frequent sneaking out and such, he has a fear of ending up alone in the end.
Empathy: If someone has empathy effect on him, he is subject to having those warm fuzzy feelings. It also muddles his thought process, making him question his own current actions. Hokee also gets confused over if the empathy towards him in sincere or not. Since Hokee has desires of feeling needed, if empathetic manipulation is used he will be highly susceptible to it, making a smaller effort of it placed on him react as if it were in full power.
Telepathy: One voice in his head is enough to handle let alone the naggings of grandparents and the taunting that sticks in his head from classmate. Hokee tends to build grudges on others and a new voice in his head would lead to trusting issues down the road. The new voice in his head could also be lost in the other mutterings of his mind, though if it is persistent enough it might bring him to a fit of rage.
Special talents: (not related to mutation)Free running. Not to professional level, but he can do wall runs and jumping gaps.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain) Chaotic neutral. Hokee has no qualms of screwing over someone else if he ends up on the better side in the end even if he is working with that person. His own selfish ambitions weigh heavier then the good of all.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Shadow camouflage/blending :
Hokee is a shadow camouflager. The ability he has is purely dermal, thus meaning when using his power only his skin can change into the coloration of the shadow he is in direct contact with (meaning he cannot stand against a plaid background in the light and look like plaid but if the plaid background is under a shadow, he would be able to shift his appearance to look like what is occupied in the shadow). Not to be confused with a darkness camouflager, Hokee can only use his ability if he is in a shadow, not just walking around in the dark (ie if it is a moonless night Hokee cannot walk about invisible by being in a constant changing camouflage). While using his mutant ability, it works the best if he moves slowly or stays still. He can last up to an hour at a time, but for the duration of using his ability he has to have the equal amount of rest time between next usage. As long as equal amount of time is given between uses, the amount of times he can use his powers in the day depends on how long he is awake and using them (ie if he is awake for 18 hours in the day and is constantly using his power, he can use the power up to 9hours total in the day). The power is the ability to camouflage himself inside a shadow, the ability to blend into the background as if he himself was a part of the shadow. When blended into a shadow, Hokee still holds all physical form and shape of his natural body (just his coloration shifts).
Strengths: Ability to hide, allows for covert spying
Weaknesses:
Since Hokee's mutant ability of blending is dermal, there are certain drawbacks to using his power. A major drawback is he cannot change objects he is holding nor the clothing he is wearing. Unfortunately his eyes do not change in appearance nor the insides of his body including but not limited to mouth and fresh flowing blood. Hokee's hair, including eyebrows, do change in appearance and so do his fingernails. Sadly though, his fingernails have a bit of shine to them so if looked at closely, one could find his body by the glimmer in the shadows by his fingernails. His ability works only in shadows, so unless he is in a shadow, Hokee cannot camouflage himself into the background. Since he needs shadows, lights are a major drawback. Depending on light sources, the distance of light and intensity of the light, it makes a difference if Hokee is able to use available shadows. If a direct source of light is shined directly on his body, all camouflage returns back to his normal coloration, same goes true if an outside force removes him from a hidden location.
Secondary mutation description: N/A
Strengths:N/A
Weaknesses: N/A
Fighting Style
Sloppy street kid fighting, mostly evade and run tactics. His street running helps him get out of sticky situations.
Explanation:
Pros for fighting style: Ability to flee from fighting, can lure people into traps with his flee tactics, able to confuse others.
Cons for fighting style: Not a "knock them out cold", short term minor damage to others.
Faction Allegiance
none yet
History Of Your Character
Hokee was born and raised on the Onondaga Reservation (Native American land in the USA, south of Syracuse NY) living with his grandparents. His mother abandoned him at birth leaving him with his father and grandparents. Like any good life on the Reservation his father was distant to him, and was often found drinking his life away. His grandparents supplied his basic needs but he never felt fully wanted in any affectionate way. At a young age Hokee showed signs of abandonment issues, but they were neglected.
As Hokee grew a little older, middle school started and the feelings of ostracized increased. He was able to go to the public schools that are off of the reservation where his classmates were not as accepting of his appearance. His hair was long and drew attention to him for taunting from other kids. Though his hair was a source of remarks Hokee found that he could hide his face from others in his hair, thus finding security. Like any other Middle school child he didn't understand the concept of higher hygiene rituals and tended to have a more potent scent. In attempts to gain acceptance from his peers he soon started to perform petty acts of crime, minor shop lifting and such. His respect level from others increased slightly but he was still not fully accepted by others.
Hokee continued to search for happiness through acts of destructive behavior. After a few nights in juvie though the streak of bad behavior slimmed down.(Was caught vandalizing a store he broke into trying to steal items.) However, his inappropriate behavior was placed on the back-burner on discovery of his new talents during the summer on a typical tagging night (spray painting an abandon rundown house at 3:33am on July 25, 2011). During his vandalizing of the building, his powers activated when his senses were overwhelmed with spray paint aerosol. Upon almost being caught red handed, Hokee escaped via crawling on his belly through the shadows provided by the night. With this discovery, Hokee became possessive of his time alone. The desires for acceptance dwindled as his self-absorption increased. In his room Hokee has been experimenting with what he can do. With a semi knowledge of what he can do with this new talent, Hokee has been roaming the streets at night experimenting with street running combined with his mutant abilities. Unsure of what he could do with these talent, Hokee is trying to train himself and understand what is going on with himself.
With his growing understanding of these new talents, Hokee has been experimenting with what his limits are. Wanting to know his own limits, Hokee believes that he will be able to improve the productivity of his nightly activities. He has plans of hot-wiring his father’s pickup truck and taking off to an area where he can make more of a profit, though he is hesitant to make the move to fulfill this adventurous dream.
With the continual reports in the media about Mutants and the slow realization that this new skills he acquired he is more then likely one of them. Realization that he is a mutant only added more social stress on him, making him wonder if his ostrization is due to others knowing before he did, that he is a mutant. Fearing that he will be hunted down and killed Hokee knows he must push his luck and find a way across the state if he wishes to have any sort of life.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: (If you were referenced by a friend, what's their character's name?)Locke
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: none, but I live in the same place as the handler of Locke
Sample RP:
Two red lights blinked repeatedly across the darken room, a pale light from outside the window seeping a slight glow casting shadows on the wall. Shadowed reflections of the tree branches danced across the bronzed boy’s face. CLICK. Rolling his head to the side, long strands of silken black hair slid across his face. A sweaty hand brushed the hairs to the side staring at the clock, 3:33am. The air seemed so sticky and stale, when would the rain come again and rid the heat wave? Tossed on the floor was a half-busted fan, if only it worked it might make it easier to fall asleep.
This was pointless, laying in bed and not sleeping, maybe he could get some good tagging in for the night. Laying still he listened to the dead air, it sounded clear, no drunken yelling or cracking television shows. As the boy rolled off to the side of the bed, it gave a slight groan. Waving his hand under the bed he finally felt a slick silky like material, pulling it up he shifted on the bed pulling on the pair of black basketball shorts. Shifted to the floor now, the hands rummaged until they felt the coolness of the cans pulling them out and quickly shoving them into a drawstring bag. Small clicks rattled about, but nothing loud enough to wake those who were fortunate enough to fall asleep. Tossing the bag onto his back Hokee pulled the screen up for the window letting his body pass threw.
This was nothing new, just another night, another night of not staying cooped up in the house. A house he loved and loathed at once. One day he’d get out, get out for good and be free. Just a few paces on the roof and he would be able to jump down out of view of the windows. Soon his bare feet felt the warm grass under himself. Even the grass seemed to be complaining about the heat wave. Keeping low to the ground his long hair flowed on his back like a whispering shadow mimicking the images of the tree’s branches on the ground.
Sneaking around the house, Hokee finally reached the small front porch where a pair of sneakers lay. Sitting down the sneakers found their way to the sockless feet and shortly were not running down the loose gravel driveway. Freedom, it was so close now. The dead air pushed the long hair back as Hokee continued running through the Reservation. The diversity within was mind-boggling. A mansion like home could stand right next to a trailer house, one with plumbing and the other without, there was no rich side or poor side, they all mingled together. It didn’t take long to reach the rubble remains of a decent sized house. Abandoned homes were not out of common, nor were half burnt down homes. Slowing down his pace his heart rushed forward still.
The yard shot flashing memories. Slowing down he could hear the sounds from the past throbbing through his head. The taunting he received here, the hazing, the pain, all this boiled his growing grudge. Reaching behind his back the bag slid down his arm. Soon the hand was armed with a can of spray paint. The pale light from the moon was enough to work with. Soon the air was filled with the smell of aerosol and paint. Nothing like inhaling fumes so early in the morning. Working in the shadows cast between the house and the ground, Hokee's wrists twisted in the shimmering moonlight. With the sticky summer air stuck in the air, even the slight breeze couldn't break the need to perspire.
Something smelled strange, something smelled like burning diapers with popcorn. Soon the sound of crashing bottles and ragging profanity polluted his solitude. Another drunken arsonist attack on the Reservation for sure. He’d still have time though, no need to stop his own need for expression. The fumes continued to fill the air as the graffiti expanded across the weather battered shingles. Though soon enough the sirens came blaring as lights flashed down the road.
Hokee gave one last spray but was frozen in his tracks. The spray paint can seemed to be hovering in the air, but at the same time he swore he could feel it in his hand. The can dropped to the ground rolling unnoticed to Hokee as his eyes were glued to the side of the house now. His hand, there was something wrong with it, something very strange was happening. It looked like the can was still floating I air, but only part of it was there. Wiggling his fingers, the coloration slowly started to change to the color background. Something was really strange here. Did he inhale much spray paint fumes or maybe his lack of sleep was making his eyes play tricks on him. With horror his eyes searched for his arm as it seemed to fade into nothingness before him. The can fell from his hand rattling on the ground as one last shot of paint shot up into the air.
The sirens grew louder as the flashing lights broke through this haze like dream. He had to get out of there, and fast. If he got caught out here at this hour, he was sure to be blamed for setting a fire. For some reason the lights seemed brighter then normal. He needed to hide, get away from what could toss him back in Juvie again. Sorry but rooming with some of the guys there was not a highlight of his life at all. Never would he look at showers the same.
Headlights beamed through the yard towards where Hokee stood like a dumbfounded deer. It took a while for the idea in his head to translate into his muscles of his body to drop to the ground and try to hide. Pressing his body tight against the siding of the house he wished with all his might that he wouldn’t be noticed in all the chaos that was bound to start. Diving into the shadows of the house and forestry around him, it almost seemed like they swallowed his flesh alive leaving a look of abandon clothing behind .Unable to see his arms or bare legs, Hokee was semi relieved to see that his basketball shorts and shoes were still visible even if he couldn't see his own skin. Squinting in the shadows, he could barely make out the outline of what he used to think was his body. It was with a soft glimmer at the tips of his fingers he was able to make a judgment of where his body was exactly. Doing a military crawl his bare chest dragged under his body towards the back of the house. Uncertain of this was some hallucination or if what he was seeing was real, he knew one thing, he needed to get home fast.
The shadows continued to cover his body, as he crawled in the mirrored images of ruins. Once free from the headlights the shadows seemed to dwindle away. Unsure if he should even look at his arms, the flighty adolescent pulled his body through the rough grass. As Hokee left the darken images cast upon the earth, the black basketball shorts soon had a visible reason for their movements on the ground as his skin returned to normal. No longer did a pair of shoes mysteriously slide through the dry grass.
Time rushed by quicker then it ever seemed to go before. Soon Hokee found himself jumping off the tree to grab the ledge of the roof to pull his body up. The screen of the window flew up as he tumbled through the window tossing his shoes under his bed with the now empty bag. Laying on the floor his heart rushed as his chest cavity frantically fought to catch his breath again. What was going on with him? Turning his head to the side Hokee watched the dancing shadows cast by the tree whispering in the wind at him. Watching them he couldn’t help but wonder why it seemed they beckoned him to return to them.
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Hokee was soon standing on his bed staring at the floor in amazed fear. The shadows, why did he want to go back into them? Sure he had no aversion to sneaking out at night and enjoying the freedom he felt from it, but why was he drawn to the shadows?Sweat rolled down the sides of his face, his long hair damp now from his activities. Loosing his balance standing on his bed the teen soon crashed off his bed onto the floor on the other side landing in a pile of dirty clothes.
Loosing all sense of time and common decency a scream of terror struck out of his body. His skin was shifting again, although this time he could see the colors changing. The finger like shadows from the tree stretch across his body leaving a trail mark of where his normal pigment was. Something was wrong here, this was not normal, this was not human this was not…his door flung open as a familiar voice called out. Great now what was he going to do? Staggering in with a bathrobe half pulled on was his grandmother with hair on her legs thicker then a female should ever have. “Hokee? Hokee?” Peddling through his potent garments, his back searched out the wall of his room where the moon beam glimmered.
“Nothing….bad dream…go back to bed.” Bad dream all right, this was a living nightmare. If it wasn’t bad enough the shadows were crawling around on his floor and his skin was changing colors, he now had to deal with a hairy leg grandmother!
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