Darian Barker
Dec 20, 2013 14:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Darian Barker on Dec 20, 2013 14:42:04 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Darian Holly Barker
Nickname: Splash, Ariel
Age: Thirteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Mer-Form:
Shifts when soaked or submerged at least past his ankles in water. While in mer-form, his skin greens, webbing between his fingers and gills along his neck develop, teeth sharpen and his legs become a long, finned tail. Form holds until he's dried off, but upon return to his human form, he is more vulnerable and clumsier out of water. Especially if the form was held for long.
His mundane-form is also slightly asthmatic and his skin cracks and peels when refused water for long periods of time.
Play By: Johan PalmLet it F L O W . . .Darian was always inclined towards the water. It was an obsession of his. He went on a field trip to the local Aquarium on a field trip, once, and he never wanted to leave. He went on to convince his mom to take him on a pretty regular basis after that. Being that she was usually busy working, she chose to take him every Sunday when the entrance was free. It was the part of the week he most often looked forward to.
When he was a little older, he moved into Middle School, which was nerve-racking for him. He was nervous inside, though to his mother's concern, he didn't seem to show it. Nothing motivated him, really. It wasn't until he joined the junior swim team that his motivation came back, and he was eager for every other day, 2 days a week. He was among the most naturally gifted, but it was refining that gift that was his problem. While he was supposed to be in formation, or swim a certain way, he wanted to swim everywhere, he wanted the pool to be larger and he constantly complained about how the chemicals hurt his eyes.
Though, this little bit of desired normalcy was short lived. Soon, he preferred the water over the land so greatly that he was clumsy overwater. It all came to a climax when his powers came into full manifestation, and suddenly while he was swimming his laps, he could breathe. It was the most painful experience he'd ever had. It didn't even occur to him that his mouth was closed, and his nose; there was an acute burning in his lungs, the chlorine was trying to filter inside of him and he was desperate to pull himself up to the surface. He was over the pool now, in the open air and gasping.
Everything was tinted differently, yellow. People were talking and he found himself actually changing the way his ear was positioned to hear them. Most of all, he couldn't feel his legs. He could only feel one... He was cold now, pale, staring down at the long, fleshy tail that was his legs. His hands were sharp, webbed. His teeth cut his tongue.
There wasn't much he remembered immediately after that. People staring, both students and instructors. He'd gone into shock, so he was told.
The next thing he remembered was his mom, sitting over him as he lie in a hospital bed. She had been crying, though she was happy to see him awake. As she covered his head in kisses, he looked down at the white blanket covering his body. He lifted one leg before the other, watching them rise in the blanket, and poked a foot out from the edge. Toes, to be sure. He wiggled them, and let his head fall back against he pillow, infinitely relived that it must have been a dream.
The relief only lasted so long, however. When the official from Hammel came to visit his hospital room, he was told he was a Metahuman. He was also told about the Institute, and assured that he was going to be entirely alright. While his mother seemed doubtful, she was still quite scared. She took some time in private to talk with her boy about it, and he appeared just as passive towards the idea as he appeared to everything else. Inside, he wanted to scream, cry like a baby. But they could both tell that he had no choice.
It's a year now, he's spent at this school. He had his little acquaintances, he'd adjusted to things, but he had no friend so great as the big lake about 20 minutes out. He spent most of his time in there, exploring this new body; learning not only of its disadvantages, but its advantages.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Robin
Age: 19
RP Experience: About 10 years, actually.
How did you find us?: Recommendation.Show your S K I L L S . . .It was so cold these days, snow came down and water froze over. The icy sting of the lake, while he would have objected 2 years ago, was so comfortable and invigorating against his skin. He tore through the water beneath the ice, occasionally sitting on the bed and looking up at how beautifully the sun shone through it and glimmered down.
Another hour before class... Ahh, the temptation to skip this one was huge, but he was better than that. He closed his eyes and smiled contentedly, folding his arms across his stomach and resting.
He remembered the first time he'd come here. It was a little warmer, and full of fish he hadn't already snapped up in his jaw. He was still learning how to swim with fins, back then, being that it didn't come instinctually to him. God, he was relieved that there was nobody around back then. It was embarrassing, how he used to flail around like a dying animal, getting tangled up in weed and scaring things away.
But he figured it out eventually, and now here he was. He couldn't wait until he'd get to spend some time in an actual ocean. After school, or on break, or... whenever they decided to let students his age wander off elsewhere.
The salt would be something to get used to, but it had nothing on Chlorine, he already knew that much...
