Mason Jay McKenzie

[Mason McKenzie]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Mason Jay McKenzie
Nickname: M.J., Mase, or May (only by members of his family)
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Object Summoning; basically, he steals things. To be more specific, he draws things on paper (things no bigger than the paper he's drawing on) and they appear in his possession. He does not choose who he steals from, though. It's more like random chance, regardless as to which object is closest. So, if he decides to draw an eraser, and he's standing by his desk with an eraser in it, he still may end up with an eraser from his father's study, though it's much farther. He could just as likely end up with the one in his desk, too. He has a range that his ability works in, as he couldn't draw something that's in a different country, city, state, or town. So far, he thinks he can handle roughly the size of a building, as he's practiced for two years on his own.

Mason cannot choose the color of the object, except if he shades the object black as he draws it. The object also won't appear until he's 'done', as though his ability knows when he consciously thinks "I want this now,". While he can't really chose the color, he can get something specific if he gets enough details right- for example, if someone had a signed baseball in their room, and he was in the same house, he could draw it and if he could roughly mimic the autograph, he can get it. He's only done it with easy things, like drawing specific brands on objects, as signatures and other details can be very hard to mimic.

The side-effects, beyond being labeled a kleptomaniac, are that the palms of his hands get bright red and he experiences a temporary, but intense, burning sensation in both of his hands. While the burning will lessen to a tolerable level after several minutes, the reddened skin remains brightly colored for several hours which is why he tends to use his power at night, when his red hands can go unnoticed by others. He's also prone to the symptoms of paranoia at any given time- though most of the time he couldn't care less about the object he steals, as long as it's in his possession (as in, it's not with it's rightful owner. When it's returned, his feelings of paranoia disappear and he can feel however he wants about the object, which is usually passive and uninterested to avoid getting in trouble for stealing it in the first place.) he can be struck with the feeling that someone's going to steal it away from him or that he's going to lose it.

Mason is very protective of the random items he steals despite the fact that most of the time they're petty objects. At times he'll get annoyed with others over them, it seems, at random. Him yelling at them, telling them not to touch his stuff, is not uncommon at all. He'll accuse them of other things and basically keep the display up until they pacify him. When people directly touch the object he's worried about, it seems more likely to trigger his paranoia. Giving the object back to him is the best way to pacify him though he can get worked up even when the person he's talking to has never even seen the object he summoned and, normally, subsequently hid.
Play By: Takehito from Ayabie (I had no luck finding his real name, sorry)

Let it F L O W . . .

Mason has definitely heard that his biggest flaw is his ego. Such a cute boy, but so full of himself! He's actually been told he's simply narcissistic, and if he could get over himself, he'd be a lot happier. Mason merely smiles at times like these, nodding his head when appropriate. None of it sinks in. And for good reason. Those few friends that Mason keeps will defend him very passionately, insisting that narcissism implies that he is not empathetic to others. Nothing could be further from the truth, and many feel the need to convey this. Contrary, his overly confident comments, the way he implies that he's infallible, is merely his way of keeping others from tearing him down. And why shouldn't he? A common stranger should not dwell on his flaws or his shortcomings. He can handle that just fine, thanks. Which leads right into his passionate side. While he seems to imply that he can do no wrong, he is very sympathetic to the mistakes of others, sometimes even offering his own experience at the expense of his well-maintained facade of perfection.

Even the kid that thinks he's the coolest thing since peanut butter (which he happens to like very much) has a way of relating to others in a way that's reassuring most of the time. He's very expressive when it comes to emotions, so it's not hard to see what he's feeling, and that makes talking to him easier. In fact, many of his friends are people who could tell that he'd be a good person to come to for advice. That's his main role; the Compromiser, the kid that keeps the peace and maintains balance among people. He's also the kid that rarely, if ever seems to get into disagreements with his friends, but always seems to be ready to punch a peer in defense of his friends, knowing fully well that words could suffice to convey his message. He'd rather make an impression.

An impression is one thing he doesn't struggle to make, so he really doesn't have to try hard. While he doesn't exactly strive to be liked by any group in particular, his teachers are a given in his mind if he's respectful toward them, because teaching him is always an interesting experience because of his personality. Besides, they don't have to spend much time with him, where as his family members do. Even so, he's never been a very great student academically. Assignments he turns in get low scores (unless he has help), while most get lost or are half finished in his backpack. Tests, on the other hand, he will score above average on when he's not acing it. This academic success he does manage is mostly due to the fact that he's a very auditory learner, where as visual and hands-on learning, as well as studying, all go over his head most of the time.

To mention a few more negative things- he's far from respectful most of the time. Sure, he's polite when you're around, but he doesn't feel any remorse about his ability, even when he steals something important. He's also prone to jealousy, which is a major reason for him to steal in the first place. Lying has become necessary to avoid unpleasant reactions. Hiding both his insecurity and the feelings of paranoia over the objects he summons is something else he will do. He's not usually content with what he has when he knows he can have so much more- for example, whatever he can draw. And he will also hide the fact that he gets scared when he's on stage preforming a play and he looks at the audience, claiming to be absolutely fearless, though he's not fearless at all.

History;
Mason Jay had always seemed to be a good name for the baby. He grew into it well. When he was younger, M.J. suited him. As he grew older, he grew into the name Mason, and by the time he was a teenager, Mason and M.J. were interchangeable. Mason seemed content just to know they were saying his name at all.

Mason was born and raised in Trenton, New Jersey- and he has the accent to prove it. He lived a life of an upper middle class citizen, which began with private schooling and ended with the knowledge that they had money and means to support him when he went to college. For Mason, though, things were happier before he turned fifteen. Much, much happier. There were fewer lies then, fewer secrets, and the worse thing he ever did was accidentally embarrass his parents. Of course, after he knew it embarrassed them, he kept doing it anyway which was his real crime. To say the least, his ability was not something anyone handled well, or understood for that matter.

Mason lived the life of an only child, and he did it well. When he turned ten, they decided they needed another child. That was how Allison came about- a precious, beautiful little girl. Mason embraced being an elder brother. In fact, he let his role as her older brother completely redefine him and his perspective on the world. At least, that was, up until she turned five. He never expected her to go off to school, for her to grow apart from him. But Kindergarten meant new friends, and it meant her brother May-May wasn't the most important person Ally knew.

In all the excitement that was his baby sister, his parents though he was rebelling against them when his powers showed up at fifteen, right along with his particularly notable artistic talent. He'd always had an interest in drawing, and he'd always seemed creative, but at fifteen his power took his drawing to a whole new level. He began investing all his time into that and the times Ally would hang out with him, which resulted in his average grades plumetting quickly from that point on. He got a top grade in art, at least. His power was easily mistaken- rather than believing he was some kind of mutant, his parents assumed he suffered from kleptomania, dismissing his claims that he drew the items he got before he got them. That was the easy way out. They assumed his drawings must be some manifestation of his devotion to the objects he was stealing- if he stole them, he must care about them, right? The side effects were something they couldn't explain- they told him it must be a rash or a result of the actions he took to sneak into someone's house. And the sudden bouts of paranoia that incriminated him more often than not, well, those were a mystery too. They chalked it up to guilt, though. They were at a loss. Teenage years were supposed to be hard, but not this hard. He did try to show them, but it never seemed to work, as he didn't understand the limitations of his powers. Every time he did try to show his parents, he tried to do so in a big, dramatic way- things that were far too big for him to summon.

The reason behind coming to Hammel was that at seventeen, his parents issued an ultimatum. They said either he stopped stealing, or they were going to see to it that he was put in an asylum or jail, where they hoped he could get the mental help he needed. Up until that point, they'd gotten him out of trouble when he'd steal something- but it wasn't doing him any good. A Hammel recruiter came into his life at that point, mostly by chance. With his 'I hate the world, it's so unfair' attitude came his rather noticeable hair style, and with his power came his bright red hands, so the recruiter stopped him to test him on the sidewalk, near a few random storefronts in Trenton, New Jersey. Grabbing his hands had brought him to tears, though, and it contributed to the fact that he refused Hammel until his parents insisted that he go when the test turned up positive. Despite the arguments he presented, he decided he didn't want to disappoint his parents anymore than he already had.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Shea
Age: Sixteen
RP Experience: Since Amy and Keil <3 (I mean eleven, yeah?)
How did you find us?: Y'know, by now, I can't remember and I don't wanna check Niko's application. But somewhere, back when Tony and Mads were rockin' the advertising <3

Show your S K I L L S . . .

{He, uhh, is uhh, addicted to something? In a rehab school that I epically failed at and subsequently got bored of.*is the only post I have using the name Mason*}

Golden eyes scanned the spines of the books upon the shelves. Rows upon rows, book after book, most of which would go untouched by the general population of the school if Mason's guess was right. Who wanted to read when they could be getting high, drunk, or starting a fight? Certainly not him. Maybe those crazy kids, the OCD type kids. He wasn't sure. Either way, it seemed appealing to think he could be the last one to touch the books, which was the reason he drew his fingers along the spines of the books as he walked.

If Mason ran across a book that was dusty, even slightly, he'd promptly wipe it away on his dark blue jeans. Not the best choice, but it was the only option he felt was available. And his jeans were a better choice than his shirt- a silky red, long sleeve, button up shirt that he wore over a black, tank top style undershirt. Having dust on that shirt would be anything but alright.

The library was not sacred ground to the teenager. It was a very quiet, somewhat boring place, and one he knew he was bound to get himself kicked out of if anyone showed up. Contrary to how it may have seemed, Mason had never been particularly fond of books. Yes, the library was still the first place he went when he arrived at the Manson Academy. Instead of being an act of confidence, of knowing he was better then anyone else, Mason was hiding out here because he figured that the more brutal peers wouldn't venture so far from their comfort zone. This was stereotyping, and it wasn't something he made a habit of, but it was the safest option when he knew that the world was suddenly reduced to nothing short of uncharted territory.

The Manson Academy was a fascinating place. A place he wanted to leave at the first opportunity, but a fascinating place all the same for the empath. He often wondered if he could have kept his addiction hidden, if he could have been more clever, if he could have gotten away with it longer. Idle thoughts, annoying thoughts. Mason gave a soft sigh. A few steps later, he'd managed to knock a book from the shelf. Apparently someone didn't know how to put it away properly in the first place. Mason jumped all the same at the sudden sound before he knelt down to retrieve the book.

[Mads ♥]

ACCEPTED!
Congratulations, you have been accepted to the Hammel Institute. There are some CLAIMS you should look at, and then you have fun. If you need anything, let Tony or myself know. Nice to have you aboard.