Rayne Lancaster
Dec 15, 2011 1:57:41 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Lancaster on Dec 15, 2011 1:57:41 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Rayne Lancaster
Nickname: Let's just go with Ray.
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s):
Telekinesis ::: Rayne was blessed as a metahuman with telekinetic ability. With the power of his mind, Rayne is able to move objects at will. This ability manifested at puberty where his emotions have an impact on his power. If he is stressed he will unknowingly cause objects around him to vibrate. If he is angry it isn't surprising if things break spontaneously and if he is in love, well, you will see things floating. Rayne's ability is only at a mild state at the moment. Small objects may move freely at his will for a time period but large objects can merely be nudged. This is called a telekinetic push.
Play By: Darren CrissLet it F L O W . . .My names Rayne.
No, not the stuff that falls from the sky. R-A-Y-N-E. Yeah, that's right.
Last name? Lancaster, just how it's spelt. Yeah, it's a British name.
Originally I was from Britain but America is my home. I was only a couple of months old when we moved over here. That's why I have the accent, it's a British/American combo as I like to say it.
Yeah, I visit the UK sometimes when I can get off from school. Our family is over there and - - well yeah, we go see them. I don't really know them but they seem cool over the phone. Haven't been there in like two years, but it doesn't phase me too much. I'm usually to busy in this little town to have much time to think about them.
Oh, where to begin. What takes up a majority of my time is bordering here. Classes, clubs and the regular stuff. You know how busy a teenager's life can be. And you wonder why we are all so moody.
I'm not really a moody person. I won't lie though, I have my moments.
I am like - - like the guy next door. I don't talk myself up but I'm a sweetheart. Being honest and loyal are my assets. I'm laid back and friendly most of the time. Though if you really want my respect, then you have to earn it. I take loyalty seriously, but I'm not a control freak. If something has to be done, then time will tell if it is done or not. So if I really do find someone, they have to have that quality as well. My mom used to say that any girl would be lucky to have me. But unfortunately mom, I bat for the other side.
Yeah, I'm gay.
Don't worry, everyone gets surprised about it. I don't exactly tell everyone incase they need to know. I know what people are like - I get everything. Queen, fag and everything else. But I seriously do not give a shit. Pardon my language by the way. The only oppinions that matter to me are my friends and family, and that's all.
I like how you said 'significant other'. But no. This bird is flying solo for the time being. But, I have admit, it wouldn't be so bad to meet someone. Okay, that was a lie, it would be amazing. Let's just see what happens huh?
I'll keep you posted, but there is no one I fancy at the moment. And to be honest, some times I worry that I will never find someone.
It's just something that I feel. I don't like talking about it. But things are hard when you are a border, and gay and a metahuman.
Oh, you've heard of them. Thank god because explaining all that would take years. But yeah, I'm meta all the way.
I'm telekinetic. You have probably seen it on so many movies it isn't funny. Basically I can move objects with my mind. Like pencils, um - books, close doors and other stuff.
This isn't X-men. I can't cripple cars or toss people across the room but I can nudge people. I call it the 'telekinetic push'. It is a flashy name for an attempt of movie. It sends kind of an invisible blast of telekinetic power that hits the objects so I can kind of hit people backwards and stuff, but cars will definitely stay on the ground.
It's kind of easy to do now. I just have to concentrate and know what I'm doing. It is just mental based. So this pencil *rolls across table*. See, it's easy as pie. But my powers are triggered by my emotions a bit. It's like - if I'm angry things shatter and break. If I'm stressed, things will just shake vigorously. When I'm sad, it's hard to really move anything. But when I'm in love.... Happiness is a strong emotion you know? It allows things to just aimlessly and peacefully wander into the air. It's cool, but god does using the power drill my head in.
I get headaches. Most of the time it's just a small migraine but the harder I use the power - the harder I concentrate or the stress on my mind gets too much, it gets worse. I have passed out before when I tried pushing open a locked door. But sometimes I even get nose bleeds. I have seen the doctor, but he just says its just mental strain that has inflicted onto my body as well. It scares me, and I worry that using it too much could maybe - I don't know - kill me. But shit it is fun.
I'm not paranoid, just concerned. Okay, maybe sometimes I freak out. It's just who I am. I am a laid back person, you know that. But I worry if someone is upset that I care about and I worry that someone might get hurt. That leads to me being completely unable to keep my nose out of other people's business. Yes, I'm a meddler.
More about myself, okay. Well, if you have ever known me you would know that I am in love with music. Everything about it just makes me wild. Listening to it, composing it, playing it, talking about it and everything else. If you don't love music, then I am pretty sure you haven't lived.
I like rock, alternate rock, ballards and mostly just emotional songs. Screamo and heavy metal, get out of here. I won't be caught dead listening to that but r&b, techno and stuff; only when I have been drinking. But yeah, music is my life.
I play guitar and piano - - and sing of course. My parents signed me up for lessons when they realized that I had a good voice. They must have been observant because how many seven year-old kids do you know that can sing well.
Yeah, my parents live close to here. Just a few towns away. They are good parents, they took the meta things pretty well and still keep in touch.
My father is an accountant and my mother runs an art gallery. Different I know, but so compatible. They have the best marriage.
They weren't too crazy at first about me going to Hammel by myself. They don't have powers, you see. I guess it was just worry because their only child was going off on his own. When the recruiter came, they had to come to terms of what I really was. Things did get a bit out of hand when I - um - accidentally, shot a girls skirt up at school and the teacher yelled at me. Teenagers right. But then everything in the room started the shake, some things actually broke because I got pissed. So the recruiter came and I was sent off to Hammel. But my parents aren't ashamed. They take it as a total gift and wouldn't of let me stay here for the past four years unless they didn't trust the school. But Hammel is truly a great place.
You think I look athletic huh? *smile* Well, I do keep in shape. Not a fitness freak but I do go to the gym when I can and stuff. Mostly, my exercise is, well, its not too common but you might find it interesting. It's called capeira - dance fighting.
Well my aunt Lacy was an instructor in New York where we lived when we first came to America. She was cool and when I was around nine or ten she let me take lessons. Let me tell you; hard. I had to become more flexible and stronger then ever but it pays off. You should see it, it is impressive. Tiring but so much fun.
Actually, I have. I don't exactly like fighting unless it's in an action movie, but a bunch of us from capeira were enrolled in a mixed martial arts class when I was thirteen. It was cool, but you had to keep moving while keeping a beat in your mind. It trips others out when they do karate or something and your flipping over the place; never standing still. But I only went through it a few weeks before I dropped out.
Because that was when I came into my powers. It was freaky enough having telekinesis then having to fight without ripping opponent's eyeballs out with my mind. I stopped everything when this happened and then, I came to Hammel.
What I love about Hammel is the acceptance. It's so good that I can come here and just feel like I belong. It sounds like cheesy shit, I know. But I have made solid friendships in the four years I have been here. And they don't treat us like freaks. We act like normal kids even though we aren't. We have math, and english and especially music and it's like a normal school except everyone has superpowers and you train your abilities reguarly. It's great, but the fact that there are metahumans out there that don't get treated properly or have no one to help them is depressing. Hopefully Hammel can snatch up as many as they can find. It's better off.
I better be off too. I have to pack for the Christmas break anyways. You take care of yourself anyways.
We are going back to New York to visit my aunty then to Tower Bay for a few days. It should be good.
Okay, see you later then. Catchya buddy.
---- Rayne has the looks of the boy next door. Not to say he is model material but Rayne sports the look of a guy that you could find yourself at ease with. Someone that seems decent, nice and a smile that can assure that any little problem is going to be okay. His face is blemishless except for sometimes allowing a bit of scruff on his chin grow a little bit, but thanks to a pretty well routined skin-care night session the whole acne thing is definitely under wraps. His eyes are a dark brown, but bright and cheerful. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and looking into Rayne's you can see what a genuine and caring person he is. His smile accompanies with bright white teeth and usually in the form of a grin, whether he is happy or sad but pretends to be happy. His hair is dark dark brown with a close shade to black and naturally curly but he doesn't care. It isn't too long and he has made sure he doesn't have the whole 'afro' thing going on.
Leading from his face is his neck baring a slightly protruding Adam's apple. Rayne's body is not excessively built but shows that he takes care of himself. The mild tan covers his whole body. His shoulders are broad, his chest baring pecks and leading down to visible abs. He is a skinny person but not excessively, just showing that muscle takes up a majority of his bodies' appearance. Though only a few months ago behind his parent's backs he got a tattoo on right side of his chest. A cross. His body has chest hair but not lots of it, just enough to be visible up close with short dark hairs. He also has a scar on his lower back from when he fell down the stairs at school.
His legs are not bare though. His leg hair isn't shaggy or much, with light hairs covering them. He won't shave them, it is a bit too strange for him. His calves are muscled, much like his body from the dance fighting that he does as a usual hobby. The rest bellow the waste, I will just leave that up to your imagination.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Little Miss Sunshine.... LOL, jks. Just call me Charlie.
Age: Late teens.
RP Experience: Around five years
How did you find us?: RPG-DShow your S K I L L S . . .Plain as the white ceiling he stared at what his expression showed. Being in Miami must have given him some kind of insomnia because he wasn't sleeping anytime soon. It must be too much sun because not only was he not asleep but he couldn't stop thinking. They do say that dolphins are very intelligent but at the moment; he felt dumb like dog crap. How could he sleep though since what had happened that day by the beach. And on his watch. Topless and stressing on his bed, he rolled over to try to get to sleep. He even tried tickling up his back because that usually put him to sleep. But nothing, nuddah, zilch. He could get the scene out of his head.
By the beach, it was around mid afternoon. The day was really slow, not many people and luckily no one trying to violate any safety precautions. And up on his high spotting seat, Robbie sat back and watched the shore to watch out. But not only was it taking too long, he was bored so he decided to text a girl he had met on his cellphone. But in that split minute that he took his eyes away, they got him. A young boy that looked about seven or eight was playing frisby on beach with his parents when he saw a bubble in the water. Curiosity killed the cat fish as a large tentacle shot from the water, wrapping around the boy and pulling him under. He could see, it was a giant quid. But the only way they could be that big was one way; if they were zoanthrope. For hours, Robbie searched the beach and felt responsible. The kid could be at the bottom of the ocean by now, or help captive but the zoanthropes. Either way, there was nothing he could do but keep the guilt going on himself. He deserved it. Rolling back onto his back, he looked back up at the ceiling. Stupid.
Though from the corner of his eye, he saw the light. A glowing aura was cast over a sea shell casing with a gem inside it, which forced him to shoot up and walk over to it. It was the gem the team had given to him which sensed any danger in the waters in San Francisco. And something bad was going on, so grabbing a t-shirt and his car keys he shot himself over to find what was disturbing the waters. In minimal minutes, he pulled over at the harbor so he could get a look and it seemed to be that he went to the right place. From what he saw, the zoanthropes were loading kids into a storage container aggressively. Shark and squid zoanthropes morphing from the water and climbing up the dock supports to assist. This wasn't going to be easy, but he had to do it right?
Making his way passed wooden crates and containers, he stealthly moved to the battle field. Glancing at them, he heard them laugh as they performed the crime. It was pathetic, really. Who knew why they were stock piling kids, one thing with zoanthropes; they were animals inside if they wanted too. It was now that Robbie had to spring into action. His eyes changed into a hue of black and navy as he then stood out, ready to attack. Diving forwards, a double punch smashed through the group, smashing two of them into the water and the other into the hard door of the container. The sound of the kids sobs motivated him more as the zoanthropes powered up and attacked. A shark charged towards him but he quickly side stepped him, tripping the guy as he fell to the ground. They rose as he then punched them hard across the face and grabbing them by the shirt, swung them and smashed them into the hard wall of the container. Though when a solid tenticle slammed him up the jaw, he fell back and knew that he needed help. Finally, he realized that it really was too bad he wasn't with his family...
