Lukas Wolf
Aug 3, 2011 14:25:46 GMT -5
Post by Lukas Wolf on Aug 3, 2011 14:25:46 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Lukas Richard Wolf
Nickname: Luke
Age: Eighteen, January 13th, 1993
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Body Control. He is unable to fully control a person for a long period of time just yet. The longest he has been able to control a person’s body for was 5 minutes. But if the person struggles sometimes Lukas can only control single body parts, like a hand or foot. There are other times where Lukas tries controlling a person, and is unable to even control a single finger or toe. Lukas finds that the angrier he is the better he is able to control a person, but is beginning to learn to control a person's body without being enraged.
Play By:Channing TatumLet it F L O W . . ."I'm from New York. Brooklyn, New York to be exact. My father left us when I was only 5 years old, and even though I didn't really remember him, from what I heard he was a deadbeat dad anyways. Growing up, I was a really angry kid, and I don't know why. Hell I don't even fucking know why I'm still such an angry person. Maybe it's just who I am, but I get pissed off really fast, and it doesn't take much for me to mess someone up. Sounds bad, I know. But it's who I am. People say it's cause I didn't have a father figure growing up, but I think they're all just a bunch of idiots. I mean how would having a deadbeat father around help with anything? I'm pretty sure I would be an angrier person... If that's even possible. I'd probably self combust or something if I raged more.
My mom did the best she could to raise me. I had a roof over my head, and got three square meals a day. She had to work two different shifts, but I was more than capable of taking care of myself. She used to say that she was lucky having a son who was so independent, and I guess that's a good thing, but sometimes I wish she was around more. Kinda. I mean, I'm not saying I needed her that badly, but it would have been nice. Honestly, I think my mom might be the only person I'm not a dick to. Maybe it's because I'm all she has. I don't know. But it's not something I'm gonna run around saying, but I love her. Just watch what you say to her or about her, cause I'd probably kick your ass.
Mom always says I take after my dad, and that kind of pisses me off. So I'm going to be a deadbeat dad like him? She always says that's not what she meant but that I look like him, and I have his temper. And from the pictures, I think I do look like him, I'm not happy about it but there's nothing I could do about it. I'm tall like he was, 6'3 to be exact,and just generally big. I'm about 190lbs, and spend most of my days now working out. It helps with my anger I find, not for long, but for the time it's alright. I have my father's hazel eyes, and his brown hair. The only thing that I have like my mom would be my smile, but that's a rare thing to see. I feel if you smile too much you look like a little bitch. But hey, that's me. Just what I think. I mean I'm from Brooklyn, I'm not saying it was a tough place to live but there were somethings you had to do in order to not get jumped all the damn time.
As I grew up life was pretty good for me. I mean I didn't have problems at all, I went to school everyday, and always had clothing to wear, but I couldn't stop getting into fights and arguments. Hell I beat a guy up once for just looking at me wrong, maybe it was cause of the crowd I grew up around, but no one I knew had a temper like I had. I was like any bad kid was growing, getting suspended all the time. Almost expelled once actually, I'm kinda surprised I was able to finish public school without getting expelled. If I was the principle I probably would have expelled me, but he was a good guy. That principle. He pulled me into his office one day and told me I needed to find an outlet for my anger. He told me to write a journal. What the hell? Seriously? Who did he think I was? I mean, did I look like the type of person who would write a journal, yeah right. I mean shit can you imagine me being all like, "Dear Diary." Hell no. But I did take his advice.
During high school, I was 16 at the time, some of my friends told me about this place, where you could go and fight other guys for money. It sounded good to me. Fighting and cash? It was an awesome deal. I mean I'm a big guy, I knew I could take on these guys. But was I ever wrong. The guys I fought were huge, I mean yeah, obviously I won some fights, but I lost most of them. It seemed that I was getting my ass kicked more than I was kicking it, and it sucked.
But there was one thing I learned that worked to my advantage the more pissed I got the more I focused on certain things. And I always focused on the other person's movements and body parts. One day I had just gotten my ass kicked hard and I sat there nursing my face, when that fucker came up to me to rub it in my face. After his bullshit, I watched him walk away and I willed it, fucking willed it with everything I had, that that asshole would trip over his own feet, and he did. His left foot went ahead of his right foot and the dumb ass fell to the floor. Obviously I thought it was just a coincidence, and I wanted to see if I could do it again, but I was exhausted. I had no idea what happened, but I got a wicked headache and got really dizzy. I felt so drained, I mean obviously I was tired I had spent the night fighting but this was different. It was like I had been drained. I don't know how to explain it, but it was weird.
The next day I went to my high school and decided to see if I could will someone else to do what I wanted them to do. So sitting at my desk, I focused on the teacher. I sat there willing her to pick up her chalk and write on the board, but no matter how much I willed it nothing fucking happened. I think it was cause I wasn't pissed. I was just normal, I mean I was kinda annoyed cause I hated being in school, but I wasn't angry. So I brushed the whole controlling people thing aside as a coincidence. I mean maybe that guy just fell on his own. It wasn't until that night that I realized that I was different and that there was something up. I was heading home after the fights and I saw that asshole who had rubbed my loss in my face across the street. He seemed to be standing there with a girl, and I could see that she wasn't happy to be there but he wouldn't leave her alone. I can be a douche bag, but that's one thing I learned from my mom is not to be too big of an asshole to the ladies. And this guy was being a huge asshole from what I could see, and the girl really didn't like it.
So I stood there watching them from across the street and I started getting pissed, it wasn't until the asshole looked at me and said something about sleeping with my mom that I fucking lost it. As I crossed the street towards him, I began using my mind to make him walk backwards against the wall. He was freaking out hard, screaming about how he couldn't control himself and didn't know what was happening. I, of course, couldn't help but smirk as I made him punch himself a couple of times. It was more than fun as I stood infront of him, beating him with his own hands. The girl he was with freaked out about what was going on and ran. After the third punch I was exhausted, I could barely get him to stand there anymore. When I finally gave up control I was expecting him to kick my ass, but that bastard turn and ran the other way screaming shit about witchcraft and shit.
I don't even know how I got home that night but I was exhausted. I honestly think I slept for three days or something, cause I was so drained. When I finally woke up I had a horrible headache, and there was a strange man in my apartment. I had no idea who he was, but at first I thought he was an undercover cop or something, but turned out he was a recruiter from Hammel Institute, and the guy had told my mom about what was going on and what I had done. Supposedly someone had noticed my powers manifest and that they were here to bring me to the school. I really didn't want to fucking go, I hated school as it already was but to move to another state for school, that sure as hell wasn't going to happen.
It was my mom who talked me into it. She said I needed to get away from everything here, that it was turning me into a horrible person, and that she was ashamed to know that I had beaten that guy up. Hell, if she only knew what I had been doing almost every night after school she probably would have gotten an ulcer. So I agreed to go with the guy. I didn't want to leave her behind but to know that she was ashamed of me kinda hurt. I would never admit that to anyone, but it did. I mean I was basically slowly becoming my father, and I needed a change anyways. So I went.
Now I'm here, about to start my third year at this place. I'm still a dick most of the times, but I'm trying to settle down a bit. I'm getting a better control on my powers now which is pretty sweet. I don't have to be so pissed to actually do something, but I still get fucking tired and those nasty headaches, but hey, you gotta pay a price for something so awesome, right?"Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Panda!
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