Jacob Tapper
Sept 14, 2015 19:01:17 GMT -5
Post by Jacob Tapper on Sept 14, 2015 19:01:17 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Jacob Donald Tapper
Nicknames: Jake
Age: 18
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Trans-dimensional perception. On touching another person, Jacob gets a vision about that person in another world. The vision only lasts for a few moments but is quite vivid: he often feels like he’s actually in that world, for how real the vision is laid out before him. He’s still not entirely sure what exactly he’s seeing. Is it the multiverse? One of the person’s past lives? The person’s innermost aspirations or fantasies? He’s still working on trying to figure this out, only knowing that the person he touches is nearly always just as surprised as he is at what he tells them he’s seen. In truth, his visions are of that person's playby's universes. He might see, for example, Dr. Sean Neville as a Jedi Knight in a galaxy far, far away, or local Cameron Osiris studying at a school for witchcraft and wizardry. As a result, he might see a different vision touching the same person twice, depending on how many other universes that person is connected to in this way. However, he cannot see two visions at once, even if he is touching more than one person: his mind is incapable of showing him two simultaneous visions in such vivid detail.
Side effects of using his power include temporary confusion when coming out of a vision, very brief loss of sight (as though he was just looking into a very bright light), and lingering headaches felt predominantly in the optic nerve, like his eyes have been straining. He also has a reluctance to touch other people sometimes, for fear it will trigger his power when he doesn’t want it to. Additionally, some people accuse him of lying if they don’t like what they hear about “themselves.”
Play By: Burkely DuffieldThe DetailsHair Color: Brown, though occasionally he’ll add blond highlights
Eye Color:Brown
Any Piercings? No
Any Tattoos? No
Any Scars? No
General Appearance: Jacob is the prototypical high school male: he stands at just under six feet tall, has a thin, trim build with traces of muscle beginning to show beneath his flesh due to occasional trips to the gym and frequent jogging, and has short brown hair which is occasionally graced with streaks of blond. A fairly attractive young man by most standards, his face boasts chocolate brown eyes, thin and orderly eyebrows, and somewhat pouty lips that seem to glisten with a natural pinkish hue. (In truth, he wears a bit of lip balm to give them that allure.) He is often seen with a blank, expressionless face, as his mother used to tell him that people who always smile look crazy.
In terms of his style, Jacob likes to be neat, often spending a fairly long amount of time preening before he goes to class or out at night. He likes his hair perfectly combed, his skin blemish-free whenever at all possible, face clean-shaven, and clothes without wrinkles. With regards to said clothing, preppy is the word of the day, as the young man can often be seen donning a polo shirt and Dockers, nice pair of shoes, and a sweater if it’s chilly out. He’ll dress casually if the occasion calls for it, such as a tee shirt and jean shorts during the summer. His favorite accessory is a watch his father gave him on his sixteenth birthday: it’s gold-faced with a leather band, and he wears it whenever it doesn’t clash with the rest of what he’s got on.
Personality: To those who don’t know him well, Jacob seems distant at first: he often has a blank expression on his face for the aforementioned reason, and he can be found staring off into space, thinking seemingly about nothing at all for long periods of time. In truth, he’s imagining stories based on recent visions he’s had, which he finds occupies his time and makes things a bit more interesting. When meeting him, however, the first thing he will want to do is shake your hand; in doing so, he will allow himself a vision which he will then relate to you, assuming that you would be just excited to hear about it as he was to see it. This tends to break the ice quite quickly, so it is easy for him to make friends once approached.
That said, there are times he’s not interested in having a vision – such as when he needs to concentrate on a matter at hand, like a midterm or an important assignment – as these visions can continue to interrupt his train of thought long after they’re gone. While he can mostly control whether he has a vision when touching someone, sometimes they come to him spontaneously, so in those circumstances he tries his best to avoid all physical contact.
Generally, Jacob is a nice person. He sees no reason to be nasty to someone who has not disrespected him. If someone were to pick a fight, however, he would respond in kind as a matter of pride: his father, a white-collar executive, used to teach him about the importance of commanding respect from one’s peers, so it ruffles Jacob’s feathers when someone is being impolite, condescending, or hostile towards him.Your VicesLikes: Jogging, reading science fiction, writing, looking nice, basketball, having visions (usually)
Dislikes: People who aren’t nice, people who bug him all the time to “read” them, having brown hair, being interrupted when he’s in the middle of something (particularly by a vision)
Strengths: He goes jogging a lot, so he’s a pretty fast runner by now. He prefers distance over quick sprints, though, because it gives him time to think
Weaknesses: He has never been good at math, and often does not do very well in that subject. There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it: it just doesn’t come naturally to him, and he would rather spend his time and energy on something else, rather than improving in that area.
Fears: His father dying: Donald is a big guy, eats a lot, and doesn’t seem to care much about his health. He’s a heart attack or something waiting to happen.
Secret: He wants to be a famous author someday: he often tries to write about the visions he’s had, hoping to write a really interesting story based on what he’s seen, but he’s not a very good writer so it never turns out as well as what he saw with his own eyes.Family TiesFather: Donald Tapper, 53, CFO for a multinational corporation
Mother: Marcia Tapper, 45, formerly an administrative assistant at the same corporation
Siblings: Melissa Tapper, 21, senior at Columbia University
Any Other Important People: NoHistoryJacob Donald Tapper was born to Donald and Marcia Tapper in 1997 in a small town in North Jersey. His father commuted to work in Manhattan while his mother took care of him and his older sister, Melissa. Jacob had a fairly standard upper-middle-class existence until the day his powers manifested.
It was shortly after his thirteenth birthday, and Jacob was playing basketball with some of his friends after school. After one of them made a basket, he high-fived the boy, and suddenly it was as though he had been thrown into another dimension. He watched in awe as his friend – ten years older, buff and with long golden hair – mounted a steed and, sword drawn, galloped off towards a stone castle rising in the distance, a seemingly endless line of other men on horseback following behind him. This vision disappeared just as suddenly as it had come, and Jacob was left standing on the court, babbling to his friend about what he’d just seen. His friends laughed at his silliness, then shook their heads in disbelief, then asked if he was alright before running inside to find a teacher or a nurse. It was just the next day that recruiters from the Hammel Institute were in his living room, telling his parents about his special ability and his need to transfer to a new school.
Jacob had protested at first – in vain, of course – as he liked his school, wanted to stay with his friends, and most of all hated the idea of leaving his nice neighborhood and big house for a crampy dorm room in what he assumed was the Middle of Nowhere, Vermont. But once he started taking classes and training, he found himself making new friends, having more fun visions that excited and intrigued him, and missing home less and less.
Now 18, Jacob is starting what he believes will be his final year at Hammel. He has nearly complete control over his power, only occasionally getting a vision when he isn’t expecting to. He only wishes he had greater clarity about what exactly he was seeing. He figures he is either seeing people in their past lives (though some of the visions appear very modern), or the same person in an alternate dimension.
Roleplay ExampleThe van was stopped in the parking lot for a good few minutes before the doors opened, and Daniel tried to strike a balance between looking like he was working and peering through the fence. Eventually, the doors opened, and a few inmates were pulled out by the usual correctional officers. The southern blonde smiled: it looked like there was some fresh meat, though he didn't get too good a look before one of the other inmates assigned to the grounds came up to him and tipped him off that a CO was coming around the corner and might catch him slacking off.
The rest of the day passed mostly without event; Daniel did stumble upon some stashed-away contraband taped underneath one of the tables in the shed, which he stuffed inside his uniform to trade for makeshift cigarettes later on. Other than that, it was a "typical day" - as typical as a day in jail for a convicted murderer could be - and finally Daniel found himself back at the cafeteria for dinner.
Of course, the young man hadn't forgotten that there were new inmates to pick on. Finding them was never that difficult: they were usually standing by themselves, trying to blend in with the scenery so as not to get on anybody's bad side. Unfortunately for them, they were on Daniel's bad side by sole virtue of being new. He spotted one of them quickly, waiting in line for food. He decided he wanted to 'introduce' himself, make sure the newcomer new who was boss around here. He strode over, grin plastered on his face, standing behind him with his chest puffed out as the newcomer backed right into him.
"Sorry?" Daniel repeated, unamused by the other man's apology. "S'that what you said to the judge? 'Sorry?' Tears streaming down your face like a little girl?" He shoved a finger in the boy's admittedly handsome face to startle him, as a few of his 'friends' gathered behind him. "Listen, fruitcake, you're in my jail now. What I say, is law. And I best not catch you shovin' me again, or you're gonna be in a world of hurt." He got in the boy's face, brow furrowed and jaw clenched, bearing his teeth. "I make myself perfectly clear?"What About You?Name: LoveIsEnergy will be my alias, as it is on most sites, after my favorite song of the same name
Age: Mid-twenties
Experience: 14 years
How Did You Find Us? RPG-D
Ready To Play? I thought you’d never ask!
