Post by Matías Ré on Feb 4, 2013 4:17:40 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Matías Celeste Ré Biancardi
Nickname: Mat, Matty (which he dislikes).
Age: Sixteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Untargetability
When Mat activates his power, people find it difficult, or impossible according to Mat's mastery and concentration, to focus on him to when trying to perform ranged actions.
The most basic demonstration of the power is, for example, a person is trying to throw a rock at the boy. If Mat's power is activated, the thrower will notice that they can't properly aim the rock at Mat, and if they throw it, it will likely not hit him. It doesn't, however, make him un-hittable, simply hard to perform a lock on him. Something thrown without aiming directly at him has major chance of hitting him than something directly thrown at him.
With major concentration, people could notice that if they try to lay their eyes directly at Mat, they will not see him quite well, and instead to do so they must focus their eyes at some other place to look at Mat from their peripheral view. It doesn't make him anywhere near invisible, simply hard to focus and lay eyes on.
With greater concentration, Mat can extend the reach of his power to other people's meta-abilities as well. Someone trying to focus his power on the boy will most likely fail at doing so, for example, if a mind reader decides to read Mat's mind, they will find themselves probably reading someone else's, or simply not getting any read. Again, it's far most likely to make a power "hit" him if he's not the actual target.
Mat's power is less effective with people too near to him, and more effective the farther they are from him. Someone less than a meter away from him will most likely not be affected by Mat's power at all, but the farther they get away from him, the easier they'll notice the effects.
Frequent activation of his power causes Mat to find it hard to look at people directly, focus his mind on anything (giving him slight ADHD-like symptoms), and a temporarily suffer a slight degradation of fine motor skills.
Play By: Augusto SchusterLet it F L O W . . .Giovanna
See, she was my first love. She was also my cousin, but nonetheless, she was my first love. We grew up together since our families were very close (they even lived crossing the street). We were very close, we spent all day talking, playing video-games and exploring the city by ourselves. We had so many dates, we went to eat, to the movies, and it was so amazing.
I had to be probably six years old when I first noticed I loved her and that I wanted to marry her and live forever with her. I was probably seven by the time I told her. I still remember her words, they punctured my heart unlike anything I had ever felt before. Her exact words were (well, in Spanish, obviously, though): "you're so cute, Matías, but we're cousins, we can't marry. And you're still a kid, and I'm twenty-seven years old, I'm a woman. Don't worry, I know you'll find yourself a girl that will be right for you."
Well, guess what, Giovanna: cousins can marry. And I haven't found the right anything yet. And it was good that we never quite talked to each other again the same way. Oh, and your husband's gay, I saw his profile on an online dating site. Look, just saying.
Marcela
Oh, Marcela. Those hips and that set of hair were unlike anything I have ever seen, and even yet, it was not this that make me fall for her. No... see, we met at school, she was two grades below me, in my brother's class, but she was so brilliant. I was so jealous of my brother for being friends with her, but I never gathered the courage to ask him to introduce us. I mean, people do that? No, I mean, guys here are so... machismo in Argentina is such a big deal. It's probably more of latinamerica kind of thing, though, but in anyway, I'm simply not like that. I'm more of a heart and brains kind of guy, but courage simply does not come from either.
It took me about two years (or was it three?) to finally do something about it. By this time I already had by drawer filled with unsent love letters to her. She had everything I have always wanted in a romantic partner: she was intelligent, funny, smart, she was such a good person over all (I still remember how she was always promoting charities and non-profit humanitarian groups in the middle of the courtyard during break). I came up to her one morning just before the first bell rang and she immediately recognized me as her friend's big brother with a smile. I told her... I loved her and wanted to marry her. She laughed. It broke my heart.
I never talked to her again. She's pregnant now, I believe.
Pablo
Pablo... oh dear god, that boy, that boy is wonders beyond wonders. I also met him on school, he was the typical mysterious new guy that had moved in from another city. I have to say that at first I did not find him interesting at all, but when the rumor hit me that you had moved to Ushuaia from the States, my jaw dropped. Who would move there from the USA? I've always liked the American culture, I was in English classes since I was a kid, Friends was always my favorite TV series in the world and pretty much all my iTunes is filled with English-spoken songs. I was amused, I wanted to know him.
Destiny put us together one day in the same group assignment. I can't remember what was it about, but who cares? I spent all the time trying to subtly, getting to know him. Turned out that he was... great. That boy was simply great, I was fascinated with him, with everything he had to tell me, all his stories, anecdotes, experiences, likes and hobbies, and it turned out that he was just as fascinated with me.
He loved the fact that my family was Italian. Well, not really, my family is not Italian, both my parents were born here in Argentina, but their grandparents are Italian, which makes up for my two last names. Apparently little Pablo had gone to Rome once and he had loved it, and he loved and giggled whenever I spoke to him in Italian. He loved that I could cook, and he almost melted when I taught him how to make home-made pizzas. He adored the fact that I knew how to draw and paint, and so, I drew him things, and gave them to him, on an almost everyday basis. For his birthday, I did a painting of the two of us looking at each other.
That day, we kissed.
That week my parents filed for divorce.
The week after that, they forced to have blood tests done.
It was under the rain that I told Pablo that I was leaving. It was raining so hard that we could barely hear each other and we had to scream things, so I couldn't explain things to him correctly. I couldn't explain him that my mother had discovered my father was a meta and had kept the secret hidden all this time. I couldn't tell him that they divorced because of this, and that the blood tests me and my brothers were forced into getting was to determine if we were metas as well. I couldn't say that I turned out to be a meta and that I was forced to live in the States now. I couldn't whisper to him that I loved him.
I hugged him though, and I kissed him.
Mary Ann
She was my first friend in Hammel. After a week of being here, I had already told her all about my life, and all about Pablo. I've always thought I trust in people far too easily and far too quickly. At the moment, though, it didn't turn out to be a bad idea to trust her: she was always there for me to comfort me whenever I felt like the world was crumbling down on me, which was almost on a weekly basis for several months. As much as I loved the American culture, the culture shock was big, and was terrible. But Mary Ann was always there, always.
A month in, my life already revolved around her. I was in love with her, and it didn't mean I had forgotten about Pablo, of course not, it simply meant that... I wanted her. I wanted Mary Ann for me, and I didn't want her to date that disgusting guy she liked, I wanted to be her knight in shining armor.
I became so. And it was amazing.
We saw each other everyday, had pretty much all classes together, spent all our free time together, and we were so blissfully in love with each other. Life was perfect and perfection lasted years... three years, in fact. Well, of course, except for the fact that she was cheating on me all that time, with that same disgusting guy I though I had bested. It crushed me, I must admit, but I forgave her. Relationships have their ups and downs, don't they? And she was human, she had to make mistakes, but I loved her and she loved me, so I always forgave her. Every... single... time... for those three years. She always did it again... and I always forgave her.
And out of the blue, she then transferred to another school. Japan's, I believe. Weirdly, he also did, but a month before she did.
She chased him to the other side of the world.
And I was left here to start from scratch.
Now, I'm all alone.
Alone.
And nothing scares me more than being alone.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Herl
Age: Forever young.
RP Experience: I don't even remember anymore.
How did you find us?:Been there, done this.Show your S K I L L S . . .See Rhett, Braxie and Fer.
