Mordecai Ottini
Jun 28, 2010 21:29:26 GMT -5
Post by Mordecai Ottini on Jun 28, 2010 21:29:26 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Mordecai Ottini
Nickname: He doesn’t want any, but he swears he hears people calling him ‘The Phantom of M.S.A.D.’ behind his back...
Age: 31
Member Group: M.S.A.D. Member
Power(s): In short? Sound distortion. But Mordecai’s power has more to it than that. Coming only from an instrument particularly those of the string variety, Mordecai distorts the sound certain people hear coming from the instrument based on direction. In example, those to his left may hear what he actually is playing, but those to his right hear the distortion it puts off: a cacophony of noise along with a high pitched squeal that drives people insane from hearing it, messing with their minds temporarily, causing paranoia, hallucinations, and illusions similar to hallucinogenic drugs. It can last five minutes to two hours, based on how long they are exposed to Mordecai’s power. Mordecai himself seems immune to the noise he puts off.
Side effects on Mordecai include acute loss of hearing for a few minutes afterward and frequent nosebleeds. Also is tone deaf when it comes to singing.
Play By: Orlando BloomLet it F L O W . . .[Those at the Fedora Operetta House are proud to present ‘A Life On The Phone: Calls Of A Deranged And Estranged Meta-Human’ Composed by Mordecai Ottini and preformed in A-minor. Please note that the first half of this arrangement has been translated from the original Italian whereas any Italian in later pieces is untouched. We hope you enjoy this marvelous composition.]
“Hello? This is Francesca, Eva. Yes. Can we visit for a bit? No reason. I’m not whispering, what are you talking about? ...So what if I am?! Oh! Shh, honey, shh. Not you, my son. I need to visit you. I need to get away from Glen. His thoughts... Some of the things he thinks terrify me, Eva. He’s been hurting Mordecai, I know it. I can’t let him... I can’t let him do that. Not to a four year old. Please, Eva! ...Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I finish pa- he’s home. Bye.”
“Hello? No, this is his son, Mordecai. I’m eight, I’m old enough to answer a phone. My Father... Isn’t home right now. Who is this? Renata Heller? Yes, I do know you, you work for my Father. I’ll tell my mother you called and she’ll tell him. What? Oh, I’ll be leaving soon. I’m going to go to violin practice and- What? You’ll call later then? I thought so. I won’t tell my Mother then. Goodbye, Miss. Heller.”
“Hello? Mom? What’s wrong? You never call me during practice, is something- no, not at all. The last time I saw Father was last night. Yes, I’m certain. He was going to... Yes. What? Yes. He took my cello to sell, to. He told me it wasn’t worth the money. I don’t know why he went afterward. Mom, I’m in the middle of clarinet practice. Yes, straight home.”
“H-H-Hello? Aunt Eva? This is Mordecai. I’m calling f-from the hospital. M-my parents and I were in a car wreck and my Father won’t wake up. Mom told me to call... We’re in Verona, still. C-c-can you come? Please? I’m scared. Thank you. No... They don’t think he’ll make it. His brain, something’s wrong with it. No. Thank you, Aunt Eva.”
“Hello?! Hello?! Yes, this is an emergency! My music teacher, she’s acting strange! She’s in the corner screaming, and she’s babbling about things that aren’t there... No sir, I’m not lying, I swear. My name? Mordecai, Mordecai Ottini. Yes. Yes. No, I’m... No. I’m not fine. I couldn’t hear for a few minutes and... My nose just started bleeding, sir! Gas? What? Yes, I’ll wait outside, then.”
“Hi, Mom, it’s Mordecai. Well, Switzerland is nice, I think I like it here. They have a good music program. How’s Verona? I’m sorry I didn’t make it for Christmas, but they wouldn’t let me leave. You know the number, right? Call me when you get back from wherever you are. I miss you. Oh, I’m taking English lessons now. They say I’ll need them if I want to transfer to Hammel for a year.”
“Hello, this is Mordecai Ottini? Yes, the same. I was calling to see if you had a position open in the orchestra for me? Yes, I play violin, viola, cello, bass, clarinet, piano, fl- Yes. I went to school in Switzerland. Yes. ...Yes, at a meta-human school. I do not see the- what is the problem? I graduated from NYU a year ago with a master’s degree in Musical Theory, I am fairly certain I am qualified. What do you mean? My sound distortion has nothing to do with my grade of playing! What?! I am not taking a tone! You are simply being an imbecile and are not listening! No, I see how it is. Fine. See if I want to join your pathetic human orchestra! Goodbye indeed!”
“Hello, this is Mordecai Ottini. Yes. I applied for a position in your orchestra last month and I was wondering... Yes, I am a meta-human and attended a school for- I am in complete control of my powers. Sound distortion. No, it does not work like- I cannot distort the sound of- Well, yes, but not- If you would just let me- My sound distortion has nothing to do with how I play! STUPID HUMANS! This conversation is over, sir. Goodbye.”
“Hello, this is Mordecai Otti- Yes, the meta-human. Before you say anything, let me guess, no room for me in the orchestra? Just as I thought. Goodbye.”
“Hello? Is this... Gabriel Underwood? Yes. This is Mordecai Ottini. The street musician you talked to the other day. Yes. I decided. ... ... ...I want in.”
“Hello? Oh, Aunt Eva. ...Hello. Er, no. I did not know you moved to New York City. Ah, no. The weather? Good, I think? I honestly have not been outside recently, heh. Ah, no. ...A week? Two? It is perfectly healthy! ...I call it being a tortured artist. Yes. I need seclusion to compose and play. Not that I get much of it, but... Yes. I’m living with some... Friends. Of mine. It is my good friend Gabriel’s house, actually. No. I don’t have any pets. I wanted to bring a cat, but Gabriel has dogs, so... I may get a dog of my own, yes. If he lets me. I still have to talk to him about it. ...I do not know. I have never been choosy. Something small. That does not bark. ...Oh. Well. I won’t get one, then. He has enough already. I will visit when I can. I work a lot when I am not composing. Oh, um... Public relations, mainly. Yes, quite dreary. I will talk to you later, then.”
“Madre? Ciao! Come stai? …Oh, you have been taking English lessons? Oh, yes, you did tell me. I forgot. Yes, of course. How are you? Wonderful. Yes, I still play. I have been composing my own, but only on my free time. Yes. Too much work to get a job. Ha. How is the… ‘fortune telling’… business going? Of course. You moved? Oh, well. Of course, there are always human idiots to fool in Venice! Tourists. Bah. No wonder business is good. I never doubted you, Madre. I told you so. You should go to New York City sometime to expand business. People there will eat up the ‘Italian fortune telling powers’ right up. Ha, yes, you always were good at the mystical acting. You also managed to read my thoughts at the most inopportune of times when I was child. Did so! ...I am living in Vermont right now. With an old friend. Gabriel. Yes, the same one. Still. Of course. I will give Gabriel your regards. I will visit if I can get some time off. I am booked up to my eyeballs right now. I seem unassuming enough. No one expects a starving musician. No, I am not actually starving, Mother. Just thin. Yes, you always pushed me to do my best. I am forever in your debt, Mother. Where would I be without you? Powerless, I assume. Ha. If only father had the same kindness. Well, he is gone now. Ha. Yes, thank goodness indeed. Yes, well, I have to get back to work now. Duty calls. Arrivederci, Madre.”Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Fedora
Age: Blah.
RP Experience: A bunch.
How did you find us?: A magic leprechaun came to me in a dream and gave me a cup of pudding and after I ate it all the bottom of the cup held a fairy that told me about a spork that would show me the way.
…Then I got off my shrooms and looked in my browsing history.Show your S K I L L S . . .Once upon a time, there was a roleplayer named Fedora. She wrote a bunch of posts on a website called Hammel. She was very happy there and she loved all of the other people there. Then one day, she talked to a member named Chezuu who was making an evil organization. ‘I will make a character to join this organization! I like to play evil characters a lot because they are very evil.’ Fedora thought. So she made an application for an evil person. She came across the final part of the profile and discovered a roleplay sample. Discouraged, she thought and thought of what to put until she finally decided she was going to blow it off and wrote a quick, short message to the wonderful admin who was going to check the profile.
‘You know me. (:’
Then the impressed admin looked at the profile and nodded happily before approving it with no problem. The end!
