Benjamin Park
Apr 3, 2010 11:47:20 GMT -5
Post by Benjamin Park on Apr 3, 2010 11:47:20 GMT -5
[/justify]The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Benjamin Cristofer Park
Nickname: Ben, Benny, Benji.
Age: Fifteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Biological Manipulation
Play By: Patrick WhitteLet it F L O W . . .
I was born and raised in Sault Sainte Marie, Michigan. For those of you who don't know, that's located in the Upper Peninsula along the coast of Lake Superior. I lived with my parents and my two cats, Liam and Cailin. My parents were far from rich, but we did have a very nice house only ten minutes from the beach. I spent much of my time there when I was younger, even during winter. I think it is the prettiest place to be that time of year, with the sand and snow and ice. It's quieter then, too, and I like that a lot.
I used to love playing by myself. I could keep myself occupied for hours with just a swing set and a place to run. I think it's because I'm an only child, it was just easier for me to entertain myself than to meet someone new. At least, that was true until I started school and my teachers wondered about my social skills. I remember them calling my house to talk to my parents and they sat me down and asked if I had any friends. They laughed when I said Liam and Cailin were my friends, but they suggested that the next day at school, I introduce myself to someone I thought looked nice. I didn't understand exactly why they wanted me to do this at the time, but as I always listened to my parents, I did exactly that.
The boy I introduced myself to was named Xavier Brown. I picked him because at lunch, he was sitting at a table all alone, which is what I used to do. It was slightly less intimidating than saying hi to one person who was already surrounded by a group of loudly chattering children. I remember that first day we talked about birds. I can't remember what got us on that subject, but we talked all through lunch and it was more fun that I was expecting. At recess we played together. We played on the slide and the jungle gym and the swings. It was because of my parents advice that Xavier and I became friends. Shortly after that, he started walking home with me and we would play together until dusk, when he would have to go home. It was nice having someone to talk to other than my cats for once.
But you probably don't care about that, you want to know about my power, right? Biological Manipulation is what they called it. It didn't start until I was thirteen, and it started with something small. Xavier had tripped over a tree root and scratched his arm and upon helping it up, the scratch healed up right in front of our eyes. At first neither of us knew what caused it, but a sudden pain in my arm drew my attention away. The scratch I had just healed had appeared on my own arm. Xavier and I looked at each other, confused. "What did you just do?" He asked me, but I didn't have an answer for him. I had no idea what had happened, so I tried to be funny. "Maybe it was ghosts!" Xavier just laughed and that was enough for us to forget it at the time.
However, these things kept happening and not always with Xavier. Once I managed to heal my mom's finger when she cut it with a knife, but that time around I didn't obtain the cut - it was just gone! Most of the time, though, I ended up somehow acquiring the things I was trying to heal. I usually only tried to fix the small things, just to see if I could control this power that I didn't understand. To be honest, I wasn't very good at it.
For a long time, I kept this ability of mine as secret as I could, but word was bound to get out that I could do this. Secrecy, however, soon fell to the wayside as the worst news I could possibly hear came to me via my parents; Xavier's dad had been diagnosed with cancer, laryngeal cancer to be exact. I don't know if I've said it yet or not, but Xavier's mom died when he was only three, so his dad has raised him all by himself since then. He was rightly terrified to learn that his dad may be in danger of leaving him as well. When I found this out, I knew I had to do something about it. I couldn't stand to see my best friend, my only friend, so sick with worry over his father.
My parents took me to visit them in the hospital. It was two days before Mr. Brown was scheduled for surgery. The doctors had determined that the best way to approach the cancer was a total cordectomy, which is the removal of the vocal cords. The cancer hadn't yet progressed outside of the larynx, which was about the only good news the doctors could provide. Even if the surgery succeeded and the got all the cancer, there was always a chance that Mr. Brown would never be able to talk again. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't even begin to imagine either of my parents going through something like that. There's just something that's innately comforting about your parent's voice. Nothing sounds quite the same when you're sick and they're tending you or when you're sad and they're comforting you. I didn't want Xavier to lose that, so I did the only thing I could.
I used my power to heal him. I knew that doing so ran the risk of his cancer passing to me, but it was just something I knew I had to do. I touched his hand and I took the cancer away. After that day, everything passed in a blur. My memories go a little fuzzy, but there are a few things that stand out. I remember being told I had the exact same cancer that Xavier's dad had before I healed him. I remember hearing that Mr. Brown had made a complete recovery. I remember being told that I would need surgery. I remember my parents telling me about officials from a school that wanted to take me away. It wasn't until after that surgery that things started to make sense. Word of what I had done had reached the recruiters of Hammel and they had dispatched a couple men to smooth the situation over. They wanted me to come with them as soon as I was done recovering from the surgery, they said they could train me. As much as leaving home scared me, there was something in the way they talked about my power that made me trust them.
It took me a couple months to recover fully from the surgery, but I never recovered my voice. I got used to communicating via a notepad that I kept with me at all times. I even started practicing sign language, but more people can read than understand sign language. Eventually, though, I had to pack my bags and move to Hammel Institute. My last day at home, though, my parents and Xavier and his dad all threw me a going away party... I still have the pounds of notebooks they all gave me so I'd have plenty of paper to write on while I was away. I send them all letters as often as I can, but I'm really starting to enjoy my time here at Hammel.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Rae
Age: Twenty
RP Experience: Longer than people born in 1998 have been alive.
How did you find us?: Fake Jesus!Show your S K I L L S . . .Can't I just point at all my other characters? xD (Vincent, Toru, Nykohl!)
