Talen Nicolas Trahan

[Talen Trahan]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Talen Nicolas Trahan
Nickname: Tal or TNT
Age: twenty
Member Group: College student
Power(s): Biological manipulation, cell regeneration
Play By: Taylor Lautner

Let it F L O W . . .

Talen was born a twin, his sister of a lighter skin and hair of his own ebony color, with the eyes to tell them apart as young children. Tal’s eyes were the dark pools of the night, darker than ebony themselves, so that sometimes there was no line between iris and pupil. Alianna’s eyes were dark blue-grey, like the thunderstorm over the turbulent ocean. They were the best of friends as babies, sharing their toys and running around the yard together. Their parents, Hayden and Desari Trahan, couldn’t have asked for a better family.

Let’s skip back a few years; Talen’s father was born Hayden Jacob Trahan, the son of a Cajun woman and the patriarch of a prominent Louisiana family, known for their exceptional cotton and sugarcane fields. They also had their hands in some investing with the bank business and with horse racing, so Hayden was wealthy as far as Southern gentlemen went. He met one Miss Desari Laveau on a stroll through the French Square with his friends; Desari stood out among the Creole ladies, a true Cajun to her roots with her dark curling hair and mysterious chocolate eyes. He himself was partly Cajun; his dark hair attested to his mixed heritage, and his parentage gave him the power of foresight. As the only son of his father’s mistress, he was named heir to all his father’s holdings and wealth, despite his father’s wife threatening to disown him at every turn. Once Hayden had seen the lovely Desari, they began courting, despite all that was against them in turns of society and his family. Desari was an orphan, the great-granddaughter of Marie Laveau, the Voodoo Queen of Louisiana.

As Hayden’s father’s wife died the year Hayden took Desari to wife, Hayden and Desari became very wealthy, living on his father’s lands and continuing Hayden’s father’s businesses. Desari grew accustomed to wealthy Louisiana living and they lived together in comfort for two years before Desari announced she was pregnant with twins. The family rejoiced, for the line would continue in the Trahan name. In the middle of the hottest summer in New Orleans, Talen Nicolas was born first; his sister, Alianna Marie, was born second. When the sun rose the next day, a tired Desari cradled two slumbering babies, one in each arm, and both parents were relieved that they were healthy. Desari, with the power of self-healing, was soon walking around her house, back to her normal self with the added glow of a new mother.

Tal and Ali were the best of friends growing up, but the other children knew that something was different with these twins; they stayed away from the twins, much to their distress. As they were almost identical, it was strange looking at the two dark-haired children playing together, but whenever Tal hurt himself, his cuts and scrapes would magically scab or scar over in a matter of hours, instead of days like normal people. Ali told of this to her parents when Tal was busy with a toy, and Desari knew that her son would follow in her footsteps as a self-healer. Desari pulled her children aside one day and told them that they would do great things when they were of age, and that Tal’s mysterious power to heal himself quickly came from her side of the family, seeing as the children were full-blooded Cajun now. Ali didn’t like that her older brother had a cool power and she didn’t, but Desari told her that when she was ready, she would have a greater power than her brother’s, and that seemed to placate the young girl.

As the twins approached their eleventh birthday, their parents reviewed their children’s’ lives until this point. Nothing supernatural had happened, other than Tal’s ability to heal himself. They had tried to raise the kids as normally as they could, and they had succeeded. The first of July rolled around, the twins’ birthday, and nothing happened that disturbed the peace. Tal continued to heal, and Ali continued to try and beat the boys at whatever game they played. When they were twelve, however, the supernatural things began showing up. Ali told her parents that the animals could talk to her, and she them, and Desari and Hayden knew that their daughter would be of the animal control kind, able to communicate with animals and command them, if needed.

Once Desari confirmed that her daughter could talk to the animals, Desari called upon the school she had gone to when she was younger; an institute that helped meta-humans like her children. As Tal had yet to show a true power, she withheld him when the instructors came to test Ali on the validity of her power. After calling a couple horses and dogs to her, with the price of a migraine, the instructors took Ali with them north to the school, and Desari prayed that her son would follow soon. Tal’s thirteenth birthday came by, and still nothing happened. Desari called the school anyway, and the same two instructors came back down, this time testing Tal on how well he could heal himself. From his young childhood, where his wounds and bruises would merely scab over or turn yellow, now they were merely small scars and faint impressions of bruises. The instructors took him in, and Talen went north to the school.

Talen turned fourteen and fifteen within Hammel’s walls, learning to control his ability to the point that he could heal one part of his body at will, instead of expending his energy to heal his entire body at once. It was one day that someone came in with massive wounds; Tal figured out that the wounds were from a car crash not far from the school, and that his body was moving of its own accord to the injured person. As other people around him rushed to help the individual, Tal only pressed a finger to the person’s sternum, and his world went black. When he woke up, he found out that he had been unconscious for three days because his body had taken on the injuries of the car crash victim, completely healing the patient, and that his body had healed on its own, though he would have faint scars. Tal was told he would take classes to help channel this energy to possibly use in the field of medicine, or whatever he chose when he graduated.

At the age of fifteen, nearly sixteen, Tal looks like a normal teenage boy. He has long black hair tousled to his ears and to the nape of his neck, hanks falling into the glittering depths of his obsidian eyes. He is broad of shoulder and narrow of waist, with muscles on his arms and back from helping his father in the field with his grandfather’s workers. His skin is bronzed from long hours in the sun, both a tan and a sunburn. From a human’s perspective, they would say he looks like a native of Southern Louisiana, or even one of the darker-skinned Indians, but his family knows better.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Mandi
Age: nineteen
RP Experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about 5 years now. It started with horses, then it moved to shape-shifters and such, and now here I am!
How did you find us?: Ari told me about this place after my other roleplay site was closed.

Show your S K I L L S . . .

Cold was the night, the snowflakes falling like frozen tears from a maiden’s virginal eyes, settling on the land like a frozen blanket of sugar, chilling the air with Zephyr’s cold breath of northern winter. The tall boy, merely just under six feet, walked as if he was stiff of knee and leg, for surely he was not used to this weather, even after two years. One who guessed correctly could deduce that this fellow, looking a mere age of fifteen or sixteen, was uncomfortable in this setting of pine trees and pinecones, of hibernating creatures and flurrying coats everywhere. His broad shoulders shivered in the jacket he wore, a beautiful jacket of dark suede lined with warm fleece. The suede was protected against the falling snow, but the boy’s hair was not. It dusted his tousled dark hair like a sugarspun crown of crystals, melting his hair and making it darker than it was.

Underneath his damp hair glittered obsidian eyes, the depths holding a smoldering spark of warmth and humanity. He looked up at the old brick building, his hand holding a little slip of paper. It held a map and directions to this place, a new dorm and set of classrooms specified for his magical…attributes. It seemed his new ability to heal others earned him a special place in Hammel after two years. He cursed the weather as he put the paper in his coat pocket and shouldered his large black duffel bag back onto his shoulder. If this was to be his new home for the next three years or so, he wanted to get comfortable right away. His boots crunched on the half-frozen snow up the walkway, long fingers grasping the slick rail as he climbed the stairs and into the warmth.

Once inside, he dusted the snow from his hair and looked for the small office. Once his eyes had found it, he entered, and was greeted by a warm smile from the secretary. “You must be Talen,” she told him, looking at the computer. He winced at his full first name; it made him sound gruesome.

“Please, call me Tal,” he told the woman with a small smile.

"Of course, dear," the woman replied, printing several papers from her computer and handing them to her. In the sheaf of documents was a map of the building, his classrooms and where they were, his room assignment, and he wondered if he would get a roommate. There was also some other papers, but he would worry about those later as he walked out of the office into the empty hallway. As soon as the door shut, the bell rang.

[Admin!]

ACCEPTED!
You have no idea how happy I am to say: Welcome to Hammel, Mandi. You have some CLAIMS to take care of, then go plot and have fun.