Mychal Doherty (Revised)
Jul 28, 2014 18:00:20 GMT -5
Post by Mychal Doherty on Jul 28, 2014 18:00:20 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Mychal Doherty
Nicknames: None
Age: 15
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Light Constructs. He can create physical manifestations of light into any sort of realistic physical object. Objects range from simple things like balls, chairs, tables, and toys; to more complex items like hand held shields, ropes, staves, and swords. The constructs appear as almost completely translucent light, varying in color and radiance, typically depending on his mood, but are solid nonetheless. He cannot create things like guns and grenade launchers and such. Any physical item he creates can be thrown, and or fired in the case of a bow and arrow, and maintain their physical form for up to one hundred feet from himself. Any father than that and the energy required to sustain the form would exhaust him instantaneously. When he is using the ability it is constantly draining his energy, as such he can only maintain the ability for a maximum of three hours. Any longer and he would end up bed ridden for about two days in a coma like state. Another side effect is, after each use of the ability he becomes extremely hungry and could easily eat a full course meal. Another side effect is, though this one is permanent, is night blindness. At night, if an object, any object, (unless of course it gives off light) is over fifty feet away from him, he cannot see it, at all. It would be as if the world did not exist to him beyond that area during the night.
Play By: Wade PoezynThe DetailsHair Color:Black
Eye Color:Blue
Any Piercings?None
Any Tattoos?A tattoo in Japanese that says "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, an evil for an evil" is placed on his chest over his heart. It's his favorite motto from one of his favorite anime shows called Code Breaker.
Any Scars?He has two scars. The first he received on his ninth birthday, he was playing around in the field outside of his house and slipped and fell on a stick. The stick stabbed into his hand leaving an upside down "V" shaped scar on the bottom of his left palm. The second he received when he was fourteen. He was playing with a sling-shot, and decided it would be fun to try and shoot a pen from it. The pen ended up cutting some skin from the upper right side of his left wrist. It left a small line shaped white scar.
General Appearance: Mychal has short jet black hair, and bright blue eyes. He is very tall for his age, standing at 6'4". When he was younger he was picked on quite a bit for being gangly and somewhat of a nerd, so his mother put him in some self-defense classes. As such he has kept himself in good shape. He walks with a confident step now, but can sometimes still be clumsy.
As for clothes, he likes to stick with varying shades of black, or blue jeans and a t-shirt, only because he prefers to not stand out. He is by no means goth. He can usually be found wearing some sort of black or blue jean jacket with his pick of clothes that day. He always sticks with either sneakers or converse shoes.
You will always find a couple of simple wrist bands on him, one for each wrist. These items hold sentimental value to him. The wrist bands were given to him by a couple of his friends in middle school who he's never seen since he and his mother moved.
Personality: Mychal doesn't have many friends. Before and after middle school he was always moving with his mother so he never really saw much purpose in trying to make any. He usually kept to himself, ate by himself at lunch, read by himself during recess, played games by himself while at home, generally anything and everything he did, was always by himself, unless he was made to interact. He actually ended up preferring it that way. It made it easier to cut ties when he would have to inevitably move again.
When he entered middle school he met a couple of people that changed him considerably. The made him come out of his shell, and showed him what it was like to have real friends. After he met them he became more social, and bright. They introduced him to his now long-standing addiction to anime, and his favorite rock bands. Many of his hobbies and habits he now has, he learned from them.
One of his favorite things to do is play paintball, he learned from them that he's actually a pretty good shot, and he is considerably competitive. He loves to win. For the most part he likes to joke around and mess with people, causing their "feathers", so to speak to ruffle, but it's all just in good fun. He doesn't really like feeling serious, those emotions tend to bring back memories from before middle school, and they aren't very favorable.Your VicesLikes: Rock music, anime, paintball, ATV's, hunting, action movies, comedy movies, suspense movies, pranks, camping, family game nights, Halloween and Christmas, reading, Disney Movies, and having some good old fashioned fun.
Dislikes: Heavy metal rock music, soap operas, bad acting, fishing, Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus, Disney Channel, Cartoon Network, Jazz music, prejudice, racism, Vanessa Carlton's song "A Thousand Miles", if he hears this song he might actually punch someone.
Strengths: He doesn't have a bad mind. In fact he could be really smart if his procrastination didn't screw him over all the time. He has a certain amount of insight so he was often the person his friends came to for advice, but he honestly hates doing that, he doesn't like getting mixed up in relationship issues. He's pretty good at most physical activities, but honestly has no desire to play sports like basketball, baseball, or football. His uncles sort of ruined those sports for him when he was younger. And he's an excellent writer; English has been his favorite subject all throughout school so far.
Weaknesses: Deadly snakes, deadly spiders, and any type of scorpion. He absolutely hates these creatures and will kill them in very violent ways, (usually causing some type of destruction to the surrounding areas) if he see's them. He actually caught the living room on fire one time when he was ten because he saw a black widow crawling across the floor. He proceeded to run and get the WD-40 and a lighter, and torched the sucker. Needless to say his mother was not very happy. He's not a good swimmer, no matter what he tries, every time he gets in the water he can never manage to stay afloat. Though he does still love to get into a pool, he just makes sure to stay close to the sides. History class. Small spaces.
Fears: Deadly snakes, deadly spiders, and any type of scorpion. Getting lost at sea. Claustrophobia. Drowning. Suffocation.
Secret: A small portion of his fear from when he was younger, that something would crawl out from under his bed and get him, remains to this day. Also, he's afraid of the dark, but does his best to hide this.Family TiesFather:He doesn't speak to, or know where his father is. All he knows is that his father's name was Brian Wells.
Mother:Kristi Doherty, 38, Bank of America employee, non-meta.
Siblings:None.
Any Other Important People:Cousin Jane Weaver, 17, Sales for Kay Jewelers, non-meta. Pets (cats), Izzy and Timon. The cats live with his mother.History
Mychal was born in Wichita Kansas on March twenty-forth, 1999. Since then, until he reached middle school, he has moved almost once a year with his mother.
Until he entered middle school, he had always been a recluse, never making friends, or trying to be friendly to anyone. However, once he entered middle school, that all changed. He met two people who would change him completely, his best friends Ashlynn, and Alyssa. They showed him that it didn't matter if he couldn't make long-lasting friendships, if it was the right friendship it would feel like you've known them your entire life. They showed him that life could actually be enjoyable, that he could actually have fun, he just needed to "Stop being an ass, and let people in." Those were the first words his friend Ashlynn spoke that really woke him up. Until then he hadn't realized exactly how rude and disrespectful he'd been to people up until then, people that had been trying to do what these two were doing at that moment. But Ashlynn and Alyssa where the only ones to be so blunt about it.
Because he'd made such good friends, and changed so much in that first year of middle school, his mother had done everything she could to insure that he would stay there for the other two. She also tried to keep them in the same area so that he could keep his friends even into high school, but her job ended up transferring her to Texas after eight grade. Once again he was entering school with no friends, but he was different now, he'd had friends and learned how to care for people. But as every other school in the world, this one had no shortage of bullies, and one of them quickly singled him out on the first day of his freshmen year. Throughout the entire year Mychal was constantly the target of the bully, Sean, and his group, but he had learned how to control himself, to not strike back unless physically attacked. He had been the target of bullying before, in elementary school, during that time his mother in an attempt to protect him had placed him in self defense classes, and he had been attending them religiously ever since. However, his resiliency with Sean and his bullying was beginning to wane by the end of the year, and when Sean approached him during the summer after the school year, and attacked him, he snapped.
Mychal had been out for a walk around the neighborhood, thinking about his friends back home in Wichita, and the presents they had sent him for his fifteenth birthday a few months earlier, when Sean showed up. He had attempted to ignore the bully as best he could, but Sean was persistent, he kept yelling insult after insult; even going as far as to insult his family, this last one almost made him turn around, but he kept walking. Finally Sean ran up and pushed him into the wall next to the sidewalk. And that's when he snapped. He turned around and punched the bully in his side as hard as he could. The next thing he knew though, Sean crippled to the ground yelling and holding his side. Mychal looked at the boy confused, thinking he couldn't have hit him hard enough to break anything. But when he looked back down at his hand, it was enveloped in a sphere of brilliant light; he had no clue at the time what was going on or how the sphere had appeared, and when he touched it, the ball felt as hard as marble. His heart started racing, he was confused and panicking on the inside; the only thought he could form was "Run", and he did. He ran home as fast as he could, but on the way there he kept thinking about the bully and him grabbing his side in pain. Deciding it wouldn't be the best thing to just leave him there in that state, he pulled out his cell phone and called an ambulance to pick up the injured bully.
When he had made it home, he found his mother there. At first he didn't know what to do, if he should tell her or not; an idea was starting to form in the back of his head, as to what could have caused the incident, but he still wasn't sure yet. Deciding to wait and tell her when he thought it was a better time, he simply went about his business for the next week. Try as he might, he could never really bring himself to tell her what happened. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him, what had happened. And though he had no problem with it himself, his mother wasn't particularly fond of meta-humans, and that just made it all the more difficult to tell her. However, at the end of that week, there came a knock on the door, and when he went to open it, he was faced with two men. Over the next hour, after he had invited them in, they confirmed his suspicions about himself, and revealed to his mother the secret he had been keeping from her for the week.
Surprisingly, his mother took it better than he thought she would, giving him a hug and telling him this wouldn't change her feelings for him. He hadn't realized until then just how terrified he'd been of her reacting negatively, and gave her a tight hug. The recruiters told him then that he would be attending a special school from then on out, to help him learn control; The Hammel Institute was a school for young meta-humans, and it would be his home away from home. He only made one request before he agreed to leave and go to the school. He asked that they wait a couple days so that he could spend this last fourth of July with his mother. After the fourth came and went, he said his goodbyes to his mother, and left with the recruiters to make their way to Hammel.Roleplay Example
He was laying still, arms relaxed by his sides, eyes closed, not a single muscle tensed in his entire body. He was trying to regain his energy as quickly as possible so he could get up and satisfy his aching hunger. I wonder if they'll have cake? Or perhaps pumpkin pie? Treacle tart also sounds good too. His mind was abuzz with only thoughts of how best he would fill his stomach when he heard a person approaching, and still too exhausted to do anything but just lay there he merely opened his eyes to view the newcomer when she said, "Perhaps not the best place for a nap," Now that was one accent he couldn't dismiss. He couldn't quite place it, but he loved the sound.
It was too dark outside to really discern all the details of the woman, but even in this light he could tell she was beautiful. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not here to nap now is it?" He said, shifting his eyes back to the stars above. Taking a deep breath he said, "No. I just thought to myself; tonight is a perfect night, cool, clear sky, the perfect night to go star gazing." He looked back at the girl and grinned. He didn't know this woman, but if he had to guess, she probably hadn't met anyone that just simply wanted to lay out on the road in the middle of a village and look at stars. It also probably wouldn't be too off base to assume that she most definitely hadn't tried it for herself, that skin was far too well taken care of, and clothes too pristine to assume she liked getting dirty. Then again, there were people on this earth that had a knack for surprising you.
"You ever just looked at them? The stars I mean?" He asked, his gaze shifting back to her, "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." He said closing his eyes, "People look too intuitively anymore. Looking for things to come, both divinely and scientifically." Opening his eyes again he continued with a slightly more serious face, "We can't just appreciate that their simply beautiful to look at. And yes they are complex, but, sometimes...it's okay to not try and define every aspect of something. To take it as it is without question." He closed his eyes again, breathing deeply, almost like he'd fallen asleep. A moment later he opened them rather quickly and said in a brighter tone, "I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself, I'm Joshean Darkour, but you can call me Josh for short. I would love to get up and shake your hand, but, uh...I can't seem to move my limbs at the moment." He took a deep breath and sighed, hopefully he would be able to move soon. He didn't really fancy laying here to talk to this person the entire time.What About You?Name: Josh
Age: 22
Experience: A couple months now.
How Did You Find Us? The Next Incantation.
Ready To Play? Yes!
