Post by dusk on Jan 9, 2007 21:35:00 GMT -5
Codeword: Pirates
Full Name: Nathaniel Caden Morth
Nicknames: Nate
Codename: Dusk
Age: 18
DoB: October 11th, 1987
Origins: Asheville, North Carolina...
Orientation: Straight
Blood Type: AB+
Hair: A darker brown. Curly; is usually disheveled. Fairly long, reaching his eyes and half-way down his neck.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'4
Weight: 181
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Only such is when his powers are employed his eyes fade to a dull gray. Also, dark rings are left under his eyes after he uses his powers, but these diminish as time passes.
Personality: Nate is a sarcastic individual, and is capable of speaking harshly quickly. He is, by nature, a loner, but those with enough patience can usually reach past his front and befriend him, and once they do, he is fiercely loyal. The only one that could come between Nate and his friends is himself, in the end, is himself, if that makes sense. He doesn’t care for rules, which have to be intelligent to have any standing at all. He has gotten into the habit of dealing with things by crushing them and then leaving them alone, hoping that they’ll do the same with him, but that often isn’t the case. He is intelligent and intuitive, a good judge of people when he is not being overly suspicious. He tends to be hard-headed; once he has chosen a course through his own abilities and committed, he will stay it, even when reason might be subtly pointing another way. He has a natural tendency to go against the flow, or choose a path from which others may abstain, even when that course does not make complete sense. When he sets his mind, others will find it hard to dissuade him, as his stubborn and oppositional traits goad him into resisting what others might say. He thinks a great deal and sometimes too much. His mind works very analytically at times, which can lead, at separate times, to better mental profiles of others, or it can lead to stereotyping, which he finds himself guilty of many a time.
Clothing Style: Usually wears baggy, faded jeans with t-shirt and black beanie. When the weather permits, he throws on a black or gray hoodie. His only style is truly a lack of such. He hates “dressing up” to any degree, no matter the occasion.
[Note:VV If these are required in order for me to be accepted, then I am still working on them... VV]
::Battle Uniform::
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
[^^ These, that is. ^^]
Relations: Nate’s father's name is Russell and his mother's name is Jane. He had a sister named Rachel. As he has just left his hometown, he has only future friends currently.
Weaknesses: He cannot make an area “pitch-black” without intense concentration, and maintaining an atmosphere of lengthened light waves for an extended period of time mentally and physically drains him. When he is weary, his energy attacks also grow weaker. Also, he does not believe himself able to “brighten” a room (or, in actuality, shorten the light waves), therefore he does not even attempt to do so, so it is probable that he will never have that ability. Any time he relinquishes his power, the light waves return to their original length. This accounts on some level for the shady edges that surround the fields he incurs, as light that is exiting the field of lengthened light is reverting to its original span. Also, particularly intense light (the sun, lasers, etc.) is visible by the human eye up to a little under 780 nm, so Nate has to exert himself more to stretch out these particular light waves, due to the intensity at their respective lengths. And, of course, Nate has no clue that any of this happens when he uses his powers. All he or any other human sees is “less” light.
Powers: Nate’s abilities are, firstly, related to the psionic control of the behavior of light. He is able, through mental concentration, to “decrease” the amount of light in a particular field (visible light, at least). Of course, the process is much more complicated than that, but Nate himself believes that all he does is “steal” light away, though he is actually altering already present light, and not displacing it. Subconsciously, his power stretches light waves to greater lengths within a field of mentally imposed restrictions. For instance, if he used his power to the extreme on a room full of sunlight (or “yellow” light), then he would, without thinking, be increasing the lengths of the light waves from about 575 nanometers (the length of “yellow” light waves) to infrared light, roughly 850 nm(the length of a light wave totally undetectable by human eye). Due to the infrared qualities of the affected waves, the area affected would go dark (unless viewed through night vision or any other device/being capable of viewing IR, to which the area would appear to be engulfed in bright light). Nate is unable to lengthen the waves to the state of “far” or even “middle” infrared waves, both of which are accompanied by heat and higher radiation. Much like a remote control, his version of IR is undetectable through touch. The difference between a remote control’s beam and his, though, is that he conducts his ability over the whole of an area that is defined by himself psionically, so any light waves that enter that area are immediately lengthened to match the subconscious length he has imposed. He is able to oscillate the light waves from lengths of 600 to 850. A light wave at 600 nm is slightly dimmer than standard “yellow” light. At 650 nm, light would be much darker, and barely tinted red, since red is the longest length of visible light waves. At 850 nm, the current limit of his power, the light is beyond the capacity of the human eye, and, as a result, the only light present within such fields appears to not be there (leading Nate and many others to believe that he is merely able to dim the light).
His second power is one of a more mysterious nature. He is capable of creating masses of caliginous energy around his hands, tangible and threatening. These dark orbs (for they are usually manifested as such) are quite useful as projectiles, as they take on explosive qualities once they have left their source, namely, Nate.
Affiliation: None, as of yet...
Skills: Reading, writing, bullshitting, sarcasm, and a rare form of martial arts that uses stone sporks... Okay, not the latter.
Interests: Philosophy. Cloudy, rainy days. Feeling like a writer. Being independent, or merely different. Reading and writing. Rock music of any type. Singing. Vanilla ice cream. Marlboro Lights.
Bio/History: Nate lived with his parents and younger sister in North Carolina. He had lived there since he was three. Life wasn’t very complicated. His parents worked a lot, but it couldn’t be avoided. He and his sister fought like siblings usually do, but it was never really serious. He went to school, had to do homework, groaned about tests, all the usual stuff. Life was good; or at least safe. Unexpectedly, his little sister died of leukemia when Nate was sixteen. Unfortunately, this experience only divided Nate's small family, instead of uniting them.
Then, when Nate turned seventeen, he got sick, and while he was sick his powers began to manifest themselves. His parents did not notice at first, although they thought it strange that his room was always very poorly lit, even though the lights themselves seemed to be fine. A few days later, though, his mother noticed his eyes had gone gray, and he continually had black rings under his eyes. Worried, she told his father, but out of confusion he merely wrote it off as a “phase.” The next day, Nate showed them what he could do, because he didn’t know what to do about it. They were terrified. Nate’s father, who had always seen the mutants as a sort of pest of nature’s inconvenience, was at a loss for what to do, and his mother just simpered.
His parents ignored him. Or it would probably be more objective to say he ignored them, unwilling to give them chance to turn on him. He stayed in his room even though he had recovered from his sickness and bottled all of his anger and frustration up within himself. Eventually, his mother came to him with a proposition. She had researched his “disease” and found a school for people “like him.” Nate blew up in her face and began yelling, unable to contain his emotions. That night, Nate decided to leave his family alone, so he ran away to find the Xavier Institute that his mother had spoken of.
Example Post: People were scattered everywhere, swarming the capitol building. Tourists ran amuck, gawking and snapping pictures at furious rates with their fancy cameras. Men and women in business suits walked along at a clip pace, quick enough to look as if they had somewhere to be, but not fast enough to look as if they were in too much of a hurry to get there. A class field trip sat on the steps, eating their lunch and yelling to one other, oblivious to everything around them. Birds were all about as well, seeming to think that they would be able to steal a morsel or two of food from the careless and frantic people.
In the midst of them all stood a young man, carefully observing everything around him. Nate sighed and lowered his eyes. A society of selfishness and arbitrary avarice. A nation of self-regard and self-worship. A place declaring freedom and yet subliminally frightened of all that is free. This is America.
He gave a wry smile and turned his gaze back to the people, eyeing them again with the same distaste. The gabble of the masses rose and fell in intermittent periods of intensity, ranging from near deafening to practically docile. He looked over the crowd and lamented that they were the majority, while he was a minority. Over the last year he'd come to see a different side of this community.
No, not a community. He thought wistfully. Never a community. A society.
Nate thought back to his assault of the man at the Necromancer, smiling softly. In that one moment of madness, he had come to realize that he had been thinking most clearly. It had made him question the exact definition of “madness.” Was it an objective state? Or, as he had come to believe, was it only a perception? Madness is that which we fear. Too much sanity could be called madness, as people fear someone who sees life as it is instead of how it "should" be... Sometimes madness is merely the soul's integrity at fervent odds with circumstance and perception. He laughed quietly. Philosophy laced with a bitter trace of irony.
Nate thought back to how he had initially thought of his status as a mutant. It had frightened him, made him feel like a freak, like a perversion of nature, like an inferior. He felt shame at his past thoughts, as they were shown to be pathetic and naive by the persistent light of the truth. He, like all mutants, was the superior. But despite that obvious fact, society refused to conform. Like a recalcitrant mule, it pushed on, unwilling to acknowledge the blatant change or recognize the whip that would surely bite as a result of their stubborn pride and fear. Change was inevitable, whether they realized that or not.
It was only a matter of time.
Why were things still the way they were, though? It wasn't right. Humans ruling the mutants. Mutants being subjected to criticism and shame when they were, in fact, the natural superiors. That was the truth, plain and simple. Mutants were nature's elaborations to the power chain. The new generation, the new age and era, meant to supplant the old.
In the times of modernity, whenever a new technology came, the old became obsolete and was discarded, as it should be. It was a matter of natural selection. The elite lived on, the inferior did not. Why should the same not apply to society? The mutants were the product of evolution, the new technology. Humans were now obsolete.
Nate looked up to the sky, feeling a slight breeze stir around him. And it might be for the best if they were just discarded...
[Note: I will finish this sometime soon, but I would appreciate comments, if anyone has any...]
Full Name: Nathaniel Caden Morth
Nicknames: Nate
Codename: Dusk
Age: 18
DoB: October 11th, 1987
Origins: Asheville, North Carolina...
Orientation: Straight
Blood Type: AB+
Hair: A darker brown. Curly; is usually disheveled. Fairly long, reaching his eyes and half-way down his neck.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'4
Weight: 181
Physical Affects of Mutation?: Only such is when his powers are employed his eyes fade to a dull gray. Also, dark rings are left under his eyes after he uses his powers, but these diminish as time passes.
Personality: Nate is a sarcastic individual, and is capable of speaking harshly quickly. He is, by nature, a loner, but those with enough patience can usually reach past his front and befriend him, and once they do, he is fiercely loyal. The only one that could come between Nate and his friends is himself, in the end, is himself, if that makes sense. He doesn’t care for rules, which have to be intelligent to have any standing at all. He has gotten into the habit of dealing with things by crushing them and then leaving them alone, hoping that they’ll do the same with him, but that often isn’t the case. He is intelligent and intuitive, a good judge of people when he is not being overly suspicious. He tends to be hard-headed; once he has chosen a course through his own abilities and committed, he will stay it, even when reason might be subtly pointing another way. He has a natural tendency to go against the flow, or choose a path from which others may abstain, even when that course does not make complete sense. When he sets his mind, others will find it hard to dissuade him, as his stubborn and oppositional traits goad him into resisting what others might say. He thinks a great deal and sometimes too much. His mind works very analytically at times, which can lead, at separate times, to better mental profiles of others, or it can lead to stereotyping, which he finds himself guilty of many a time.
Clothing Style: Usually wears baggy, faded jeans with t-shirt and black beanie. When the weather permits, he throws on a black or gray hoodie. His only style is truly a lack of such. He hates “dressing up” to any degree, no matter the occasion.
[Note:VV If these are required in order for me to be accepted, then I am still working on them... VV]
::Battle Uniform::
Color:
Style:
Patterns/Markings:
Boots and/or Gloves?:
[^^ These, that is. ^^]
Relations: Nate’s father's name is Russell and his mother's name is Jane. He had a sister named Rachel. As he has just left his hometown, he has only future friends currently.
Weaknesses: He cannot make an area “pitch-black” without intense concentration, and maintaining an atmosphere of lengthened light waves for an extended period of time mentally and physically drains him. When he is weary, his energy attacks also grow weaker. Also, he does not believe himself able to “brighten” a room (or, in actuality, shorten the light waves), therefore he does not even attempt to do so, so it is probable that he will never have that ability. Any time he relinquishes his power, the light waves return to their original length. This accounts on some level for the shady edges that surround the fields he incurs, as light that is exiting the field of lengthened light is reverting to its original span. Also, particularly intense light (the sun, lasers, etc.) is visible by the human eye up to a little under 780 nm, so Nate has to exert himself more to stretch out these particular light waves, due to the intensity at their respective lengths. And, of course, Nate has no clue that any of this happens when he uses his powers. All he or any other human sees is “less” light.
Powers: Nate’s abilities are, firstly, related to the psionic control of the behavior of light. He is able, through mental concentration, to “decrease” the amount of light in a particular field (visible light, at least). Of course, the process is much more complicated than that, but Nate himself believes that all he does is “steal” light away, though he is actually altering already present light, and not displacing it. Subconsciously, his power stretches light waves to greater lengths within a field of mentally imposed restrictions. For instance, if he used his power to the extreme on a room full of sunlight (or “yellow” light), then he would, without thinking, be increasing the lengths of the light waves from about 575 nanometers (the length of “yellow” light waves) to infrared light, roughly 850 nm(the length of a light wave totally undetectable by human eye). Due to the infrared qualities of the affected waves, the area affected would go dark (unless viewed through night vision or any other device/being capable of viewing IR, to which the area would appear to be engulfed in bright light). Nate is unable to lengthen the waves to the state of “far” or even “middle” infrared waves, both of which are accompanied by heat and higher radiation. Much like a remote control, his version of IR is undetectable through touch. The difference between a remote control’s beam and his, though, is that he conducts his ability over the whole of an area that is defined by himself psionically, so any light waves that enter that area are immediately lengthened to match the subconscious length he has imposed. He is able to oscillate the light waves from lengths of 600 to 850. A light wave at 600 nm is slightly dimmer than standard “yellow” light. At 650 nm, light would be much darker, and barely tinted red, since red is the longest length of visible light waves. At 850 nm, the current limit of his power, the light is beyond the capacity of the human eye, and, as a result, the only light present within such fields appears to not be there (leading Nate and many others to believe that he is merely able to dim the light).
His second power is one of a more mysterious nature. He is capable of creating masses of caliginous energy around his hands, tangible and threatening. These dark orbs (for they are usually manifested as such) are quite useful as projectiles, as they take on explosive qualities once they have left their source, namely, Nate.
Affiliation: None, as of yet...
Skills: Reading, writing, bullshitting, sarcasm, and a rare form of martial arts that uses stone sporks... Okay, not the latter.
Interests: Philosophy. Cloudy, rainy days. Feeling like a writer. Being independent, or merely different. Reading and writing. Rock music of any type. Singing. Vanilla ice cream. Marlboro Lights.
Bio/History: Nate lived with his parents and younger sister in North Carolina. He had lived there since he was three. Life wasn’t very complicated. His parents worked a lot, but it couldn’t be avoided. He and his sister fought like siblings usually do, but it was never really serious. He went to school, had to do homework, groaned about tests, all the usual stuff. Life was good; or at least safe. Unexpectedly, his little sister died of leukemia when Nate was sixteen. Unfortunately, this experience only divided Nate's small family, instead of uniting them.
Then, when Nate turned seventeen, he got sick, and while he was sick his powers began to manifest themselves. His parents did not notice at first, although they thought it strange that his room was always very poorly lit, even though the lights themselves seemed to be fine. A few days later, though, his mother noticed his eyes had gone gray, and he continually had black rings under his eyes. Worried, she told his father, but out of confusion he merely wrote it off as a “phase.” The next day, Nate showed them what he could do, because he didn’t know what to do about it. They were terrified. Nate’s father, who had always seen the mutants as a sort of pest of nature’s inconvenience, was at a loss for what to do, and his mother just simpered.
His parents ignored him. Or it would probably be more objective to say he ignored them, unwilling to give them chance to turn on him. He stayed in his room even though he had recovered from his sickness and bottled all of his anger and frustration up within himself. Eventually, his mother came to him with a proposition. She had researched his “disease” and found a school for people “like him.” Nate blew up in her face and began yelling, unable to contain his emotions. That night, Nate decided to leave his family alone, so he ran away to find the Xavier Institute that his mother had spoken of.
Example Post: People were scattered everywhere, swarming the capitol building. Tourists ran amuck, gawking and snapping pictures at furious rates with their fancy cameras. Men and women in business suits walked along at a clip pace, quick enough to look as if they had somewhere to be, but not fast enough to look as if they were in too much of a hurry to get there. A class field trip sat on the steps, eating their lunch and yelling to one other, oblivious to everything around them. Birds were all about as well, seeming to think that they would be able to steal a morsel or two of food from the careless and frantic people.
In the midst of them all stood a young man, carefully observing everything around him. Nate sighed and lowered his eyes. A society of selfishness and arbitrary avarice. A nation of self-regard and self-worship. A place declaring freedom and yet subliminally frightened of all that is free. This is America.
He gave a wry smile and turned his gaze back to the people, eyeing them again with the same distaste. The gabble of the masses rose and fell in intermittent periods of intensity, ranging from near deafening to practically docile. He looked over the crowd and lamented that they were the majority, while he was a minority. Over the last year he'd come to see a different side of this community.
No, not a community. He thought wistfully. Never a community. A society.
Nate thought back to his assault of the man at the Necromancer, smiling softly. In that one moment of madness, he had come to realize that he had been thinking most clearly. It had made him question the exact definition of “madness.” Was it an objective state? Or, as he had come to believe, was it only a perception? Madness is that which we fear. Too much sanity could be called madness, as people fear someone who sees life as it is instead of how it "should" be... Sometimes madness is merely the soul's integrity at fervent odds with circumstance and perception. He laughed quietly. Philosophy laced with a bitter trace of irony.
Nate thought back to how he had initially thought of his status as a mutant. It had frightened him, made him feel like a freak, like a perversion of nature, like an inferior. He felt shame at his past thoughts, as they were shown to be pathetic and naive by the persistent light of the truth. He, like all mutants, was the superior. But despite that obvious fact, society refused to conform. Like a recalcitrant mule, it pushed on, unwilling to acknowledge the blatant change or recognize the whip that would surely bite as a result of their stubborn pride and fear. Change was inevitable, whether they realized that or not.
It was only a matter of time.
Why were things still the way they were, though? It wasn't right. Humans ruling the mutants. Mutants being subjected to criticism and shame when they were, in fact, the natural superiors. That was the truth, plain and simple. Mutants were nature's elaborations to the power chain. The new generation, the new age and era, meant to supplant the old.
In the times of modernity, whenever a new technology came, the old became obsolete and was discarded, as it should be. It was a matter of natural selection. The elite lived on, the inferior did not. Why should the same not apply to society? The mutants were the product of evolution, the new technology. Humans were now obsolete.
Nate looked up to the sky, feeling a slight breeze stir around him. And it might be for the best if they were just discarded...
[Note: I will finish this sometime soon, but I would appreciate comments, if anyone has any...]
