Character's full name: Martin Stein
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: none
Gender: male
Age: How old would you guess me? Ah 20. You might say that I'm that old. Right it would be biologically. Then again you might say that have lived 30 years on this planet. I again might say that those two do not matter. At least to me they don't.
Birthday: 12.1.1980
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Hamburg, Germany
Appearance
Hair color and style: short brown hair
Eyes: gray
Height: 183cm
Build: slender almost scrawny
Visible mutation: When using his powers his eyes seem not only to turn into Sand, but he also cries Tears of the same substance.
Update 05/10: A third eye above his nose. Its the same color as his
other eyes, but looks into the realm of time itself.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Burn scars on his left hand.
Other features: His slender appearance and light skin color make him look sickly, also a German accent is making his English sound a bit off.
Everyday clothing style: Usually nondescript clothing with a distinct emphasis on gray and green shades, nothing fancy, nothing tight, in fact he is one of those people you wouldn't even remember passing by on the Streets. Strangely even on the hottest summer days as much skin as possible will be covered. As of 05/10: Since he has a third eye now, he usually prefers to wear a form of head covering.
Uniform: -
Sleepwear: Long sleeved shirts and pj's, gloves and even socks.....
Miscellaneous clothing: Always wears gloves of some kind. Beneath them he'll always wear a second pair made of rubber. Just in case....
Character
Personality: Usually people describe him as... gray, withdrawn, even creepy. A person of little talk and seemingly even less action, quietly observing and blending in with his surroundings both socially and literally. Oddly staring at his hands in many occasions. Some think him to be the guy next door you never even thought about, the postman that greets you in the morning and then turns around, never to be seen again or the cab driver you just told about your lost high school love. He seems unsteady in the way he lives, but on the other hand, those few that know him would disagree, describing him as a person of many facets with deep running emotions. A quiet sentinel who can be called upon at any time. They would even go so far as to say that he really likes continuity and safety. At least for so long... and time is relative in his terms.
Hobbies/ Interests: The sea and boats naturally attract him (Hamburg being a city of many channels and boats)
Job or part time job and description: Having had to abandon his old job of working on a ship (for obvious reasons) he now tends to gardens in the wealthier parts of town..
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: His mutation has left him with virtually no sense of time, so he usually carries more than one timing device with him, as well as a black notebook in which he keeps track of current events. One of his greatest fears is actually touching something with his bare skin. (See mutations) He is very concerned about people that manage to know him or which he manages to know (there should be no difference there)
Special talents: Sailing, swimming, observation
Morality
What do morals really mean in Eternity? He usually adheres to the concepts that are presented to him by a society but will readily break them to help those under his watchful eye. Having had to adapt to his new viewpoint -as you may call it- wasn't easy. It was pretty hard actually, sometimes mere nanoseconds equaled hours in his perception. And some other times he was just watching things happening. Bad things. Good things. One day he realized that he couldn't go by moral standards any more or one day it would drive him mad. He couldn't judge the reasons why people did these things. He couldn't because he was way to far apart. Separated. Watching.
But they themselves could be the judges. They would be. They had to be the judges of their own actions.
Basically he tries to be a moral blank sheet with other people doing the writing. This does not always work as he, too has had an upbringing which installed certain values in him.
Pro:
Hard work
Straightforwardness, Honesty
Piety
Disapproves:
Killing
Cruelty
Torture
Con:
Genocide, Racial discrimination
Note that these are his background values, nothing hell take up front. He will carry more sympathy for those he can judge highly by these values and less for those he can't. Also though they are somewhere deep inside him these values won't force him to live his life on them. They are just ...preferences.
Mutations Mutations: Distortion of Timespace (Formerly: The blink of an eye)
Original Power: Touching people with his bare skin will lock them with
Martin in a state where things move very slow for them, while doing no
physical harm to them, this is usually a quite mind taxing experience.
Strengths:
- People who touch Martins skin have quite a hard time....
Weaknesses:
- Quid pro, quo. Whatever he does to with his power also happens to him. As a result of this he has spent years staring at things which ever slightly
more died in front of his eyes.
- Needs Skin contact not only for activation but also for sustaining it,
unaffected people will be able to terminate the link easily by simply
forcing the skin contact to break
- No control of the shift. It simply happens.
Power growth (05/10):
Martin is able to create a field of distorted timespace in which minute areas experience a slightly different flow of time. Movement through this field taxes matter since parts of it are ripped away by the areas of distorted time, being left behind or accelerated beyond the normal confines of the object. The damaging effects are somewhat akin to walking through a field of floating glass shards, so the first thing people find would be small cuts and bruises. The faster things move through this field, the more quickly the damage is dealt to them. Stationary objects (0 m/s) are nearly unaffected while flying bullets (180 m/s) are shred on impacting the field.
Strengths:
- He is able to destroy most things within a radius of 10 meters (~30 ft.) depending of movement speed of course. Five minutes of continued exposure while moving at a brisk walk will render incapacitating wounds to people. This gets a lot faster with movement speed increasing, while stationary objects would take much longer than 8 Minutes for Martin to destroy. (Stationary objects take slight damage)
(-To come soon: Can change the form and size of the field - The standard is a round bubble extending all the way out from him - into different shapes. And sizes of course. )
Weaknesses:
- Quid pro, quo. Whatever he does to with his power also happens to him. In the case of the timespace distortions it means that he can only stand the effects of the field for 8 Minutes himself before the wounds that are inflicted on him will render him unconscious (and bleeding if not more). Overuse of the field can be fatal.
-As the field flows out from Martin, he will always be in contact with its dangerous effects himself.
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Example: The evening had not been fun. Being caught in the middle of a storm in a small town in the middle of nowhere was never fun. But luckily he was stuck in a town at least. If you really wanted to call a few houses and a Motel a town. Why seemed there always to be towns around these motels anyways? It was like the buildings gave birth to smaller houses of similar design as not to be alone. While pondering he realized something. He needed to relax. So he decided on taking a trip through the rain to the local bar, thinking about the things he would be served there as hop containing beverages with both anticipation and horror.
The doors sprang out of nowhere in a darkened world. It was like the rain had finally stopped falling around those doors. As they opened slowly to swallow him into the near empty room that was laid out before him, he felt the winds and cold of the outside die away. He still stood in the entrance. He tucked away his gloves in his jacket and folded the umbrella. Then it was gone. The melody of a country song that had hung in the air just a second before. He seemed to freeze in place. Actually he was frozen. It is quite an uncomfortable situation when you can't move a single body part. As if it were a game something also started tickling the side of his cheeks. Three people were sitting at a bar that should have been cleaned months ago. All of them looked into their glasses with decided interest. The chairs were old and worn, but finally he settled on which one to take once they started moving again.
The music resumed.
As if to make up for the lost time, things started going rapidly now. With a smashing sound of broken glass the music was again drowned. This time it was not anything done by him, but the cry of the barkeeper. Scattered things lying at his feet he pointed at him with outright horror in his eyes. MUTANT the music said now. Screamed really. And as the men from the bar sprang to their feet he could already see the first punch flying toward him, the angle and reach of the mans arm was easily predicted as it suddenly went to a near halt in mid air and gave him time to think.
Mutant resumed the cry.
The fist hit him squarely on the hands he had raised to protect him from what he had seen coming. Only then he realized with horror that he wore no gloves. No gloves? How? You FOOL.
Now he stood there, his clenched fist, his white yet dirty knuckled touching his even whiter and much more clean skin. White on white it stood. He was saddened by the drain he knew would be coming now. Had to come. It would simply b fitting wouldn't it? His powers activating in a bar fight. So he watched with tears filling his eyes as those of the man in front of him first widened in shock and then turned wary more and more. Each passing second, each little jump in time. Here it was much more, flowing between the two of them like a river. Like a river never touching them. It parted where their hands met. And all the man could do was stare until his stare found nothing more in those brown eyes across to his. No rage. Not any emotion any more. So he waited for things to happen. And he cried as he did, sand falling on the ground in small ripples.
Another broken soul.
The Men stopped dead in their tracks as they realized that the first hit had accomplished nothing. Maybe even more than nothing. Just a little too much maybe? They completely freaked out when the barman screamed again as he watched tars of sand fall out of eyes like dunes. Little by little a layer of it was beginning to form on the ground. As this time his scream carried the high pitch of pure fear, the primal Angst in it shook the others bodies as they watched the barman fall into a trod and started running at the absurd scene. Two Men standing, one punching the other, both seemingly frozen into place would it not be for those tears. And as he tackled his customer to save him from that beast he was facing. Jumped at him still screaming. The link was broken. Finally it was broken. The river flowed freely again. And time shall pass.
Now it were three men. Two on the ground, one standing.
Two pairs of brown eyes, one of which he never would forget. Not anytime. He had looked at them for years. He would not forget this place as it was a disgrace to be remembered. Brown spots were broken now as the man babbled about the sand. The ever falling sand.
And out of a gray eye fell a tear of water on the ground. On it lay small patches of yellow dust.
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Secondary mutation description: Timeless
His very being and perception in and of time are... different to say the
least. Unknown to him he exists simultaneously in all time(s), making it for
him both stand still eternally and flow by in a blink. He has recently
uncovered that he can see the flow of time as a relative value thanks to a
third eye that has opened on his forehead a little above the nose. When he
closes the eye, he can no longer use that particular part of his mutation.
Strengths:
- Sees differentials in the flow of time around him as a relative value so long as his third eye remains open.
- Unaging: He simply doesn't age, at least not in human terms.
- Also his understanding of time may give him an edge in situations where
one has to act quickly as his perception allows him to view things at
different speeds.
Weaknesses: He can barely remember the human concept of time. Dates and
hours are meaningless to him so he constantly has to be reminded of
everything. Even his waking hours he tends to mix up...
His perceptive powers are just that. Perceptive. He may not move at super
speed, he may not avoid a fired bullet, just watch as it hits his chest.
What is more: Being unaging doesn't make him invulnerable. He can be harmed
like any other human.
Fighting Style
He tends to avoid fights, as the risk of touching people is great. But if he has to he will most likely employ some form of Judo in combination with his altered perception making him dangerous at close range
Explanation:
Pros for fighting style: Uses the Strength of the enemy to knock him off balance and the strength of the mutation to discern possible weaknesses.
Cons for fighting style: Not useful at all out of close range. Hes not a fighting type so the enemy will usually be stronger.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character:
Born in a small village near Hamburg young Martin didn't have, what most people would call a usual upbringing. As his father owned a river barge he was acquainted to the waters and channels of Germany at a very early Age. Living the life he was seemingly destined to live: To finish school and follow into his fathers footsteps, he worked hard and steadily becoming ever more quiet and withdrawn as he went on.
His mutation did not manifest until his 20th birthday after he was conscripted to
military training , when the accident occurred, that triggered his mutation. Since then he appears to not have aged a day.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Stumbled across it while surfing
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: -
Sample RP:
„Stillgestanden!“ The sound of stomping boots was a single note in the air, as 50 green clad recruits froze in the middle of a yard surrounded by gray barracks.
„Heute gibt es eine Geländeübung.“ The officer made a cutting motion with one hand and the line of recruits parted at the designated spot. Leaving 5 separated. One of these 5 was a skinny looking man, while all others were now near the end of their time quite a bit broader then himself.
„Team A sie werden angeführt von Bitter“ The few that still grinned at hearing the name were quickly by the now rising voice of their superior. Bitter yes that was it. Why did his body refuse to build up muscle? Why did he have to be the slowest and most non-military person around the entire unit?
„Ist etwas lustig?“
„Nein Sir“ Was the unanimous answer. Nearly unanimous. He had remained quiet, though nobody noticed. They were expected to answer now. Nobody checked anymore. The named recruit was then handed a map.
„Team A hat 5 Minuten Vorsprung“ Not one of the recruits hesitated and started running as their team leader fell into a quick stride as he looked at the map with narrowing eyes. Unlike in the beginning, this is so different from the beginning. He started moving mechanically. Out of the yard towards the gate of the barrack complex. Out into the green of the hills that surrounded their remote quarter. No sea nearby, no stream big enough to put a good barge on either. The thought made him dig his fingernails into the skin of his hands as he looked across the Alps that were rising in front of his eyes, towering in the distance, yet still dwarfing him from even their present location. Some would have stood there overwhelmed by the beauty of the site, the grain in its full golden beauty, the soft green of the grasses, the pure earthy smell of the air. He wasn't. He didn't want to be here. And as he found himself still marching at a quick pace none of the others were standing either. They looked at their team leader anxiously, who turned towards another hill now, towards the west it would be then.. At least something I got to learn.
After marching quickly for nearly one hour they finally found something. A little patch of earth under a tree that looked like everything else in this goddarn forest. But Bitter was adamant that they dug here. At least he ordered the team to dig, while already getting his shovel out of the backpack. Well those of the team that were still able to dig. One nearly toppled over when he was finally allowed to set down his backpack, and lay on the ground panting for most of the dig. It was him of course who wasn't able to do anything.
„Wann lernst das endlich?“ Bitter asked with a not quite amused undertone.
Coughing
„Ach nun lass ihn doch“ One of the others tried to calm him down.
And then there was the soft ping of metal hitting on its like, partners finding together. As their Leader bent down to grab hold of what was supposed to be a box containing the objective – probably another map, they'll gonna have us running around the fields for at least another few hours, the World erupted in Flames.
Somewhere else the very same Officer who had shouted at the recruits earlier in the morning was shouting at an adjutant.
„Was?“ The horror on his face was evident.
„Holen sie die Teams zurück! JETZT!“
The adjutant raced out of the room while the officer hastily grabbed the phone and dialed a certain number. His superiors needed to be informed about this breach of security.. Someone had actually replaced a few objectives with explosives. But who and why?
Minds were racing as were the waves that carried the message out to the teams in the fields.
A world of flames it was. And it was a silent one. All sound seemed to have perished from the earth, leaving behind only the sense of something missing, something that had been there once, but was not to be seen again.
He was still lying on the dead leaves and needles of the last winter, could feel them poking through his clothes. He could feel the backpack along his side. But there was no sound. There was no light also. It took him a while to realize, that there was no light. Was it gone too? Gone for good like the sound?
And then it struck him.. His eyes were closed. All he would have to do was open them to see things again. Maybe even hear? No that was illogical.
Blink.
The woods looked still the same as before. The sun was shining on him and the air was as clean as ever. And his sides were still aching. Ouch. Only something seemed out of place. Well aside from the missing sounds of course. He discovered it when he tried to get up and find out about what had happened, why he was deaf. He could not move. Not even his head would budge, though he tried. He tried with all his strength to get up. Frozen into place completely. But... why.. what? His mind was racing, but logical answers kept escaping him. Right through his mental grasp they went and sent his head flying in circles above.
Instincts. The awkward sensations left him with only one instinctive answer.
Run. breathe
Run as fast as you can. Breathe
But he was frozen.
Run. Can't. Run. Can't run. BREATHE
He was breathing heavily and his sides ached even more. What the h*** was going on?
As the minutes went by and his heartbeat started dropping down his mind was still racing. Why was this happening. What did it mean, that he was lying on the floor of a forest without sound. While the hours passed, he could not come up with any sensible solution. This had to be... a trick of his mind.
Only a long while later he realized, that the leaves over his head were not moving. They seemed frozen into place by some unknown force. Frozen. Like him. Even the clouds in the sky were unmoving. Not yielding to any force which might be thrown against them. Force? Which force? There was no sound. Not even the sound of the wind.
Finally he started loking around a little more. Well looking with your head frozen into place anyways only to find out that at the very edge of his vision there was a fireball coming up from under the tree where his companions had dug a while earlier. As he focused more and more on the very edge of his vision, it became evident, that they not escaped that fireball. At least not by the flying shovel he could see now. Hanging freely in midair, illuminated ominously by the fire behind it.
He closed his eyes. This could not be.
This should not be.
And somewhere a levee broke and the pain extinguished all other emotions in a blissful sea of roaring fire.
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The Character Soundtrack
Opening Credits:
Block Party- Two more YearsDating:
Maximo Park- A fortnight's timeDetermined:
Queens of the Stone Age- First it GivethDepressed:
Muse-Citizen erasedFight Scene:
Deichkind- Wir ziehen in den Krieg/Deichkind- Going to war Death: Sonic Youth- Mary-Christ
While waiting:
Juli- Perfekte Welle/Perfect Wave Out and about:
Bach- Fuge in D moll/Bach- Fugue in D minorDid you really think that fight scene music up there was real? Its not, which is pretty obvious once you read the
Lyrics. It is a bad translation, but I hope it gets my point across. Well this is the one:
Mozart- Requiem, Dies Irae/Days of wrathMeltdown:
Debussy- Clair de Lune (Thanks Isabel)
Closing Credits: Thermals- Back to Gray (Links to the missing ones would be greatly appreciated)
